Jonathan shoves the man back and he stumbles across the bar. As he regains his balance, he gives us a look that tells me right away that it isn’t over.
“You son of a bitch. I’ll teach you and your bitch a lesson.”
Harry stumbles over to a table with two other larger gentlemen and sits down with a thud. The men slam their fists on the table and throw stares at me and Jonathan.
I reach over and lay a hand on Jonathan’s arm. He turns to me and flashes a knowing grin that says everything is fine. “Let’s just get out of here as quickly as we can.”
“Can’t.” He only speaks the one word, but it gives me a chill.
“What? Why not?”
“See the door?” He nods his head toward the exit.
“Yeah, what about it..?” I see what he means. Two men stand on either side of the door and both of them have some kind of club in their hands. I turn to look out the back, but there is a man standing there as well with a club in his hand. “What are we going to do?”
“First things first. You need to calm down.” He lays a hand on my hand. “I’ll get us out of this. You just have to trust me.”
“Alright,” I answer. I hope he can do as he says, but right at the moment I’m not so sure what he or any man for that matter can do against six men.
I watch as he climbs out of the booth and takes off his jacket. His arms bulge with muscle as he hands it to me. Keeping his eyes on the men, he speaks in a whisper that is just loud enough for me to hear what he is saying.
“There is a .357 in left inside pocket. If something happens to me, you pull that gun and get the hell out of here.”
“Okay.” My voice is shaking with fear, but Jonathan seems to be calm and that gives me hope. I reach a hand inside of the pocket he specified and sure enough there is a handgun in there. I like the feel of the cold steel and rubber grip against my hand so I keep my hand on it for right now.
Harry and his group of three stand up and start across the bar toward Jonathan. Instead of standing his ground he stalks toward them with his head down and his hands up. He isn’t making a fist. His hands are open slightly so he can grapple. The first man to reach Jonathan is a short man, but he is absolutely huge. A lot of it is fat, but there is very clearly loads of muscle there. The fat man swings at Jonathan with a grin on his face. Jonathan ducks the blow and hits the fat man under the chin with an uppercut. The impact of the punch sounds like a board smacking concrete. His eyes cross and he hits the floor with a thud.
Jonathan steps over his first attacker and continues walking toward the others. Another man runs at him with his hands held out. At the last second Jonathan ducks and grabs the man’s arm. He whirls the man around and throws him at the bar with enough force to knock bottles off the shelf on the wall behind the bar.
Harry barks a command and the two men standing by the door with clubs in their hand’s start for Jonathan. My mouth is open to shout, but he sees them and turns. The first one to reach him swings his club overhand at Jonathan’s head, but he sidesteps and the swing misses. A single right hand to the jaw and now there is only one man with a club. Jonathan grunts as he blocks the club with his arm. He grabs the man by the face and pulls him in close. With the club he smacks the man in the side of the head and the man’s knees buckle.
Harry turns to the only companion he has left and sees what everyone else in the bar has noticed already. The man with a club at the back of the bar and the man that had been sitting at the table with Harry are making a run for the back door. They hit the door running and don’t look back. Jonathan starts for Harry, but the man holds his hands up.
“I’m sorry mister.”
“I know you’re sorry, but that don’t make up for the fact that you called her a bitch. Now put up your hands or I’ll beat you like a dog where you stand.”
“Mister. I said I was sorry now please leave me alone.”
“Fine. Like a dog it is.”
Jonathan takes a step toward him and Harry pulls a handgun from his pocket. I begin to slide out of the bench, but Jonathan holds up a hand and motions for me to stay put. He takes a step toward Harry and the man cocks the gun. The sound is loud in the bar now that the jukebox is off and not a soul is talking.
“You’ve got two choices.” Jonathan’s voice is a low growl. “Drop the gun and take your ass whipping or keep it and I’ll break your arm and then whip your ass.”
“You talk big for a man who...”
Harry is halfway through his sentence when Jonathan makes his move. He darts forward and grabs Harry’s wrist in a grip so hard that I can hear the bones crack from across the bar. A scream emits from his throat and raises in crescendo as Jonathan brings his hand up under the man’s elbow. The arm snaps and before Harry can scream again Jonathan hits him three times in the nose and mouth with his right hand. He lets the man fall to the floor and puts the handgun in his pocket. He motions for me to come to him and addresses the room.
“You all saw it. They started all the trouble. Not us. Now we’re going to walk out of here and no one is going to stop us. Are they?”
Every head in the bar shakes that they aren’t and we leave. I climb onto the motorcycle behind him and he pulls out in a hurry so that we can be gone before the cops show up. Minutes later we pull up in front of my house.
“Thank you for doing what you did back there,” I say as I climb off the motorcycle.
My heart is beating like a drum in my chest already from the excitement of the night, so it nearly explodes when he turns and grabs me as I climb off the bike and pulls me in for a kiss.
*****
At first I’m not sure if this is what I want, but either bad judgement because of alcohol, years of longing to do this, or the sheer excitement of it makes me kiss him back. I slide my tongue past his lips and taste the scotch he was drinking at the bar mingled with beer as my tongue works over his own. His big, strong hands move under my shirt and find my breasts. He begins to massage my breasts as his thumbs play with my nipple, making them grow rock hard. I pull back from the kiss my breath coming in gasps.
“We should go inside.”
He nods his head. “I agree.”
In one smooth motion he lifts me up and gets off his motorcycle. As I mentioned before, I’m not little in the least, but he handles me like I’m a child. He carries me to the door. I unlock it and open it up. Once we are inside the house, he kicks the door closed and lays me down on the couch. He crawls on top of me and we continue to make out. His hands rove over my body, drawing moans from me. We rip our clothes off down to the underwear. I can see that he is hard even through his boxers. He starts kissing my neck. All around my neck he kisses and then he moves to my breasts, kissing and caressing them with his mouth and tongue. He swirls his tongue around each nipple until I shudder with joy. Before long I am practically begging him to touch me between the legs. He grins and waggles a finger at me. Working down from my breasts, he kisses my stomach in a line down to my crotch, but when he gets there he skips it and covers my inner thighs in kisses.
I can no longer take it so I grab him by the head and press his face into my crotch. The feel of him there drives me wild as he grabs my panties in his teeth and rips them off of me. He goes to work with his tongue and I lose control. Arching my back I try to push his head in closer as he brings me close to orgasm. My breathing quickens and I know I am about to climax. Just before I do, he pulls back and runs his hands up my body.
On his knees he reaches to pulls down his boxers, but I am through waiting. I sit up and yank his boxers down around his knees. His freed penis springs up and stands at attention. From somewhere he pulls out a condom and rips off the wrapper. I take the condom from him and slowly roll it down his length. I playfully bite the tip once the condom is on and he sucks in air through his teeth. He grabs me by the shoulders and lays me back on the couch. Very slowly he enters me and I shudder. My god, he is huge! He begins to thrust into me slowly. I run my hands over his hard body. Ov
er his shoulders and arms. Over his pecs and abs. I’ve waited for this moment for so long and now it is finally here. As he picks up the speed of his thrust, I feel that I am about to climax. Never have I had an orgasm this quick, but I’m about to.
I want to yell as I begin to climax. Jonathan redoubles his efforts and I let a scream. I throw my head back as the orgasm rocks throughout my whole body. For a split second I feel as if my head is going to explode from the intense waves of pleasure, and then he grunts loudly. I feel him climax as well and he slows to a stop. He rolls off me, but we are on the couch and he had nowhere to go.
He hits the floor with a thud. “Oof!”
“Are you alright?” I roll onto my side and ask him.
“Yeah. I forgot we weren’t on a bed.” He sits up and rubs the side of his head where it hit the floor. “Damn that hurt.”
“I bet it did,” I giggle. He stands up, disposes of his condom in the trash, and sits beside me.
“What we just did.” He turns to me. “Was that wrong?”
“Did it feel wrong to you?” I know that it didn’t to me. It felt like the most right thing I have ever done.
“Yeah. It felt right.”
“I don’t see why it would be wrong. We’re not really related or nothing, but if this is to continue you can’t keep calling me Sis.” I figure that it would be best even if it does turn me on a little.
“Continue?” he asks. He looks at me with a quizzical expression.
“I thought you could move in and we could see where this goes.”
“I’d like that.” He grins at me. “But I don’t want to pressure you into something that you don’t want to do.”
“Oh believe me. You’re not pressuring me into doing anything.” I lay my hand on his naked thigh. I can’t believe how comfortable I am around him while being naked. Usually I’m nervous when I’m around a man naked. Not that it happens a lot, but this time I don’t even notice. He takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.
“How about round two, Sis?”
I shake my head, but in truth I’m more turned on now that I was ten minutes ago. I slide off the couch and get on my knees in front of him. To my surprise he is already rock hard again and he hasn’t had two minutes rest. I take him into my mouth and he groans. Working up and down the length of him I relish the taste and the way he feels. He lays a hand on the back of my head and guides me. I feel him about to climax so I double my efforts using both my hands and my mouth. He thrusts his hips forward with a moan of pleasure and orgasms.
He bends over and pulls me to my feet. With his hands on my shoulders he gently pushes me down onto the couch and kneels between my legs. I’m already wet when he starts to use his tongue on me.
“Just like that,” I tell him as a grasp at his hair and twist it up in my hand. I let out a moan as he slips one finger and then another inside of me. My body aches with pleasure as he plays with me. My god he is good at what he is doing down there. I arch my back as my body begins to shudder and tremble. My orgasm rocks me from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. A scream escapes my lips and for a brief second I hope that the neighbors don’t call the cops or something like that, but then Jonathan goes back to playing with me and I forget all about them. We take turns with each other for most of the rest of the night and as morning dawns we fall asleep on the couch.
The next day I wake up around noon and sit up on the couch to the sound of someone moving things around in my kitchen. I’m worried enough for a second that I look around for my purse and the handgun within before I realize that Jonathan stayed the night. The events of last night come flooding back to me and a smile spreads across my face.
Getting off the couch, I saunter into the kitchen naked and find him standing in front of the coffee maker with two cups on the counter in front of him. He is naked as well and a thought pops into my mind. I pad up to him as quietly as I can in the hopes of giving his naked buttocks a good pinch, but he hears me and turns before I get anywhere near him. A smile blooms under his beard.
“Good morning.” He motions to the coffee maker. “I thought you might want a cup too.”
“Sounds divine. Did you use the new beans from Costa Rica?”
“I did. Are they any good?”
“The best I’ve ever had and they’ve got enough caffeine in them to kill a horse.”
“After last night I need something to start my engines.” He puts an arm around me and pulls me close. “You wore me out.”
I feel only love for the big man holding me. Right then I know that I never want this moment to end.
“You did pretty well yourself,” I say. I take the poured cup of coffee he hands me and take a small sip. “Are you staying for a while or do you have to go?”
He takes a long drink of his coffee and somehow it doesn’t burn him or if it does he takes no notice of it. “I think I might stick around for a while. Good coffee. Nice house. A beautiful woman. Man could get used to it.”
“Then get used to it quick and stay.”
“I think I will.”
THE END
Bonus Story 19 of 25
Dragon’s Fire
Sirens wailing, the fire truck pulled up on the street that had begun to fill with emergency vehicles. Gabriel leapt down from the truck and made a dash for the burning house ahead of the rest of his squad. They let him go as they always did. Each man in the squad knew better than to try and stop him anymore. Everyone in Firehouse 54 thought that it was for the thrills and the adrenaline rush, but it wasn’t.
Gabriel was looking for something that would kill him.
Ever since his partner Brent had died Gabriel found that he didn’t much care if he lived or died. He looked for reasons to keep on living, but he couldn’t really find any apart from helping those in need as he and Brent always had. He figured that if he died while helping someone else it would be a good death and an end to the nightmare of living a life without his partner and best friend.
The house was a roaring inferno when his squad arrived on the scene, but they had just received a radio transmission from the chief who was already on the scene. The chief told them that a bystander claimed there was another person in the building on the top floor. The other firefighters waited until they were on the scene to completely suit up, but Gabriel had done so in the truck on the way over so that he was ready when they pulled up.
The door was closed, but he lowered a muscular shoulder and slammed into it at a full-out run. The door shattered inwards off the hinges as he hit it full force. He used his momentum to leap the first five steps of the stair case. He landed hard and began to run up the stairs, taking them three at a time with his long legs. Heat baked him inside his suit, but he shrugged it off like it was nothing. In fact, if you asked anyone in Squad 54 they would say that Gabriel was almost immune to heat. They would tell you stories of how the man had walked through solid walls of fire to get to people in need.
He rounded the corner of the stairs at a run and continued up. The building was only five floors tall, but running up five floors in full gear that weighed more than sixty pounds was not an easy task. Gabriel seemed to ignore the weight of his equipment entirely as he ran up the stairs three at a time until he reached the last floor of the building.
The fire had started on the fourth floor and the fifth was a raging inferno. Flames roared all around him as he made his way down the hall. Boards creaked and groaned in the ceiling and the floor as the flames compromised their structural integrity. Halfway down the hall Gabriel began to yell.
“Fire department! Call out!”
Over and over he yelled the same phrase to try and grab the attention of the person that was supposed to still be up here. He strained his ears for the sound of someone calling out, but nothing came to him. Further down the hall he repeated the call, but still no sounds other than those of the building as it collapsed around him. He made it to the door at the end of the hall and yelled one last time.
“Fire depar
tment! Call out!”
He started to turn around, but the smallest of sounds stopped him in his tracks. He yelled out once more and stood still, his ears strained to hear the noise again. The noise came again. The sound had been a woman moaning. He pinpointed that the sound had come from behind the door on his left. He thumped on the door with his hand as hard as he could and called out.
“Stand back from the door! Stand back!”
The roar of the fire made it hard to hear yourself think let alone the commands of someone on the other side of a door, but he hoped the woman had heard him. He took a step back and slammed a kick against the door just under the knob with all his might. If you asked his fellow squad members, they would tell you that no one could break down a door like Gabriel. This time proved to be just as easy as the times before. The door flew back, the top hinge broken and the jam was hurled into the room.
His eyes roved over the room in search of the source of the noise and then he spotted it. A silver blanket in the corner of the room near the window. He rushed across the room and pulled up the edge of the fireproof blanket. Afraid of what he would find he pulled back the blanket anyway and was pleasantly surprised when the wide-eyed stare of a woman came into view. Her face was blackened by soot, but otherwise she seemed to be alright.
“I’m gonna get you out of here!”
She nodded her head and tried to speak, but coughs racked through her body. Gabriel reacted without thinking of his own safety. He pulled off his mask, something a firefighter was never supposed to do and placed it over the woman’s face. He made her hold the mask in place since he didn’t have time to fix the straps to fit her head. The air was filled with smoke and it tasted bad, but otherwise it bothered him not in the least.
“I’ve got to lift you to get you out of here! Okay!”
She shook her head and yelled back at him. “You can’t!”
She threw back the blanket and right away he could see why she thought that he couldn’t lift her. She was a short, heavyset woman. Maybe two hundred pounds, probably a little less because she was short. He guessed in his head. Nothing that he couldn’t lift without a problem.
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