by Fox, Regina
The North Dakota scenery, flat as it was, was so new to her. She was a recent transplant from the Blue Ridge foothills of Virginia so the interminable flatness of the North Dakota prairie was spectacular to her.
She was enjoying moving along when she realized they were not alone. Other bikers were riding on the highway with them. Two or three other riders rode, two of them dead even with Danny from what Penny could tell in the mirror. She thought it was cool that bikers had this sort of camaraderie that allowed them to connect.
But Penny’s stomach shot clear up to her throat when Danny maneuvered in such a way that put the two of them behind the other bikers.
“Lean,” he shouted, and he turned, what felt perpendicular to the asphalt, and headed in the other direction.
Penny gripped him. When he tilted this way, she tilted this way. When he tilted that way, she tilted that way. She no longer took in the scenic view but hunched as tightly against him as was possible, her face wrenched shut.
There was no other rumble except for the sound of Danny’s bike so Penny guessed the other bikers had not turned around as well. He decelerated and veered off onto a softly paved road ensconced in scrub brush, before splitting a field of flowers that seemed to go on forever. There were signs of life, in addition to the road, that they were on private working property. Danny stopped the bike. He helped her off and removed their helmets.
She thought he was going to start a conversation but he took her head in his hands and drew her to him. He pressed his exquisite mouth to hers; plying it open with a sweet, warm tongue. His kiss was painstakingly lazy. Danny gave Penny a new kind of agony.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
“What was the problem?” she inquired, wide-eyed.
“Riggers,” he said with a nod.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” she asked.
He took her hand, toying softly with her fingers. “Riggers is the club that was in Joe’s last night,” he began.
“How can you tell one club from another?” Penny asked, as though that was the silliest thing in the world.
He smiled. “Well, just the way you would recognize the people who work in your office from folks from another company. We sort of have little things that identify us with our club.”
“Like?” she inquired.
He laughed. “Baby doll, they had ‘Riggers’ plastered on the back of their leathers.”
Penny was dejected. “Oh,” she said.
“Oh.” He brushed her nose lightly with the tip of his finger.
He tilted his head, honing in to kiss her. He nibbled her lower lip. Tingles rushed through her, pulsing through to her nipples, making them so, so hard. His hands lightly grazed her abdomen, then upward. He kneaded her firm round breasts, tweezing her pebbled point.
“Mmm,” he murmured into her mouth.
Danny swept Penny up and carried her into a tuft of flowers. Above them was big open sky. There were no walls for privacy and yet out in the vastness, they were completely protected. Fluffs of flowers rose up around them. Danny kissed her gently as he lowered her softly onto the ground.
He slowly unbuttoned her tight jeans and tugged them off of her without asking for consent. Danny could see that she was submitting to him, wanting him, so it was no surprise to see her silk panties sticking to her from moisture once the jeans were tossed aside.
He slid her shirt up, just enough to uncover her hardened breasts, and then gave her panties a quick tug, removing them with precision. She lay there under the sky, open, vulnerable and ready. The wind brushing up against the soft flesh between her legs, blowing against the hot juices, created a cooling sensation that made her ache.
Her hand slipped over the hollow between her legs that had been teased by the wind, as if to protect it. Once she felt the soft, hot and slippery flesh she was unable to resist the urge to play. Her fingers slid up and down from her opening to the meaty flesh that was swollen and starting to ache. She slid a finger inside her as Danny unbuttoned his pants.
“Don’t stop baby.” His voice was husky and deep.
Her finger slipped back out of her and Danny pulled her hand up to his mouth. He stared into her eyes as he slipped her finger into his mouth and sensually sucked it clean of her juices.
His cock had been released from his Levis and was now staring hungrily at Penny’s open sex.
“You have a sweet little pussy Penny, I could spend a lifetime exploring you.” Danny reached down and spread her wide open with two fingers, exposing her most vulnerable parts.
Penny squealed as the wind blew so hard she felt as if they had just become intimate lovers. “Fuck me baby.” Her voice was raspy and starting to crack.
Danny grabbed Penny’s hand as it worked its way to the area he claimed as his own between her legs. He gripped her wrist in one hand and then the other as he held them in place above her head.
Penny’s body squirmed, not trying to get free, but from excitement. She loved the feeling of being overtaken by this beautiful man, and the wait for his cock to enter her and ease her pains was exhilarating.
Danny ran his finger up and down between her legs, flicking the meaty clitoris that was swollen above her opening with each motion. He leaned down, taking her clit into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue and mouth in long slow strokes. His finger slid inside of her and worked slowly in and out until curving and creating a hook that lifted her ass from the ground. He used his finger to pull her into his mouth as he relentlessly milked her sweet juices.
Danny turned her body using his hands and his mouth to twist her hips. He lifted her body and rolled her over with her ass still high in the air. Penny felt the wind violate her again as Danny pulled away, this time against newly exposed flesh.
She had never felt so open, so exposed before, and she realized she no longer cared they were outside, and no longer cared who was around to watch.
Danny’s finger glided back inside the wet opening between her legs and his tongue startled her as it slid down between her ass cheeks. She felt his hands on her hips as he rose up behind her, pressing his hard erection against her swollen folds.
He forced his way inside her, spreading her apart as his cock took over the space between her legs. He filled her up so completely, she immediately started to clench and tighten as her body fought to find room to breathe.
He pushed against her, spreading her ass cheeks apart with every motion inward and as the pushing became harder and faster she felt his balls slap against her flesh. She let out a moan and bucked against his hard cock, letting free the tension that had been building inside of her.
As she tightened around his hard cock, released and then tightened again, his large member started to twitch and throb. His hand placed on the small of her back, pushing her back down from her arched position, was not quick enough to relieve the build inside of him.
Penny cried out, deep and loud, sending bellows over the prairie. He laughed against her, but continued. He dragged his tongue along her neck’s curve, up, up, delving into her ear.
Penny came in such sweet spasms. Pleasure spiraled through her, bathing every cell in her body. She moaned delicately as Danny picked up his rhythm. He drove into her with his own purpose, feverishly finding his own climax.
She reached down and constricted his shaft with her fingers as he moved in and out of her, to heighten his senses. Through gritted teeth he sucked in his breath, as sensitized to the pleasure as she had been. Penny didn’t let up until he was seizing with his orgasm.
His body jerked this way and that, powerfully. Penny worked her hips and buttocks against him, teasing his sensitive length, through the finish of his climax. Until both of them could move no more.
Spent, her whole body was still alive with the sensual rushes of their sex. She looked around. As far as she could see, prairie flowers. It had been the most beautiful setting for an unforgettable moment.
But the moment was short lived. The unmistakable so
und of motorcycles approaching caused them to scramble for their clothes.
“Stay down until I say so,” he said.
Chapter Five
Penny never dressed so quickly in her life. Danny was fully clothed and on his belly, spying. They were completely ensconced in a field of flowers but his bike was vulnerable. The bikers stopped, got off their rides and could be heard walking around. They were talking but she couldn’t make out what they were saying.
Except for the words, “How are we going to take it?”
Danny cupped her mouth in anticipation of her reaction over what he would do next. He made a weird call that was a mix of voice and whistle that was so loud. His body was like a speaker. It was just like in the movies when a Native American signal could be heard in the canyon. After which, the next thing everyone knew, rows of Native Americans lined the rim of the canyon.
That’s sort of what happened.
Out from who knew where, people emerged. Danny, at one point, stood up. Penny spied. The intruders were looking around to see what they were up against. Without a word to them, Danny summoned Penny.
There were three men, clearly not dressed like bikers, with rifles on the intruding bikers, who Penny could see were shaken.
“Boys?” said Danny.
“Hey, we were just going for a ride,” said one of the bikers. “Same as you.”
“Well, not same as me,” Danny replied, his tone cocky. “Because this land belongs to my family.”
“Okay,” said a biker.
Penny noted the emblem on the jacket. It confirmed what she suspected. These guys were Riggers.
“You guys worked for Brill Wayland?” Danny began.
The bikers were caught off guard by the random shift in conversation. They hesitated but responded.
“Yes,” said one.
“I understand he’s left town. Are you aware?” he asked coolly.
“No,” scoffed the biker. “Our paychecks spend. Don’t need to keep track.”
Danny’s relative re-asserted the position of his gun on the biker.
“Whatever. Yeah, word has it he’s moved over to New City. Claims to have lots of business over that way,” said the biker.
Danny smiled and then waved at them. “Gentlemen, if you would kindly get off my property,” he urged politely.
The Riggers stepped towards their bikes. One turned on his heel.
“Only doing this out of respect for you being the captain of the Ghosts,” he said.
“Absolutely,” said Danny sarcastically. “Much appreciated. Show me and my guys that same respect always, instead of threatening us on the road like you all did awhile back, and there will be no problem.”
“I got no problem with Ghosts. Me and none of my guys have a problem with Ghosts. But why you called the cops on us last night?” he demanded. “We just got sprung.”
These guys had been at Average Joe’s, thought Penny. And she called the police when she shouldn’t have and sent these guys to jail for the night. She was the reason they almost ran them down. She had started the trouble, not Danny.
Penny took a step. She guessed her body language gave away that she was about to say something. Danny put a hand on her shoulder, firmly, and stopped her confession.
“My guys got busted same as you,” said Danny.
“But you didn't,” indicted the Rigger.
“I just got lucky,” Danny said, glancing at Penny.
She blushed right in front of everyone though she hoped it wasn’t blatantly obvious. He certainly did get lucky. So did she.
“So what can I tell you,” he continued. “If you’re suggesting I called the police on simple scrap, I am the last person to do that. You know as well as I do that Brill Wayland has the local sheriff in his pocket. You all would fare better than my guys. You’ll note my guys aren’t with me. Not like I would put my guys in a spot, now is it?”
The bikers stood scratching their heads. They got on their bikes and rode off.
Danny’s relatives lowered their weapons and everyone except for Penny busted up laughing. They high fived each other.
“Lone, Bill, Joe,” Danny said to them, “this is Penny Dunlap. Penny these men are my cousins.”
He indicated which one was which. Penny shook hands with each.
“Penny here was lured out here by Brill Wayland. He hired her to take care of his kids. Then up and disappeared on her without a word when she arrived,” Danny explained.
“Wayland tried to force us all off our land,” Danny said to Penny.
And with that, each of the men bumped fists again.
“We have to get back to work. You and Penny come have a meal with us soon,” he said.
Penny turned her head for a second and then looked over her shoulder. She saw them cut across the flowers to head back into the scrub. Still, it made no sense they had gotten there in the nick of time so quickly.
“What, were they just somewhere close by?” she asked, concerned they might have had an audience while they were having sex in the field.
“They’re close,” he said. He touched his forehead to hers. “But not that close.”
“So Brill Wayland isn’t really a popular guy around here, is he? He tried to take this away from them?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to take Indian land. As you may have noticed,” he said, bouncing his hand on his chest slowly, “many of the people here in Parshall are Native American. There is a reservation not too far from here. My family and I have been fortunate enough to live independently.”
“Is all the gang Native American?” she asked.
“No,” he smiled, brushing the tip of her nose lightly with his finger, “but they are still my brothers.”
“I can see that,” she said.
“If you want me to take you over to New City to confront Brill Wayland, I will. I will stay out of this if you like. It’s your call,” he said earnestly.
“I want to have him reimburse me for all the time and money I spent to change my life and to come out here. I want to go see him.”
“Okay then. What say I take you back and you rest up. We’ll ride over to New City tonight and go find him.”
Danny placed the helmet on her head. They mounted and drove off.
Chapter Six
The days since Penny Dunlap arrived in Parshall, North Dakota had been super rich indeed. Non-stop for her, with life throwing her curves back and forth. She had experienced every emotion in the book, to the extreme. Fear. Rage. Passion.
Taking a little break from Danny White Feather was a very good and welcomed call. She slept like the dead.
Late that afternoon, Danny knocked on the door of the Parshall Motor Lodge. She sleepily greeted him.
“Oh baby doll, you are just beat. I am thinking we should push this trip back a day. You won’t even be able to hold on to me,” he said.
His voice was like honey. It always had a touch of flirt in it that stirred her insides and made her come alive.
“I just need some really strong coffee and then I’ll be good,” she said. “And maybe a big glass of water.”
The alcohol that she had the night before left her a little worn. She wasn’t accustomed to drinking at all.
Danny fished his arms around her waist. “You know what else you need?” he asked suggestively. “You need a big ol’ piece of cake. Wrangler’s got three-layer strawberry cake with buttercream frosting. That and a cup of coffee will do you till we get to New City.”
She had packed an overnight bag before she napped. She stepped outside with Danny thinking she would just see his bike parked out front of her motel room door. Instead there were a handful of bikers from his club.
“Boys, this is Penny Dunlap. Penny, you met Trenton this morning. You know Cady from the Wrangler. She’s riding with Murray, who’s this big guy. And then we have here Pike, Bull, and John.”
Penny nodded and shook hands with each one. She gave Cady a very friendly he
llo but Cady only sort of made a sound back. Penny had the feeling that Cady thought there was some sort of dibs she had on Danny.
“Are you all going to New City too?” asked Penny.
“Yes, they are,” said Danny. “One for all and all for one. We thought we would go have us a steak dinner in New City and maybe sit in the motel hot tub if they have one. But when one of us has a thing, we all have a thing.”
“Yes, but this is my thing,” said Penny, so touched at the support and the thoughtfulness.
“And a sweet thing it is,” Danny winked. “But now this is our thing. New City is about forty-five minutes over. Do you think you can hold out till then or do you need to have some coffee now?”
“I’m not tired anymore,” she beamed at him. “Let’s go.”
“Let’s ride,” he said, kissing her.
The guys hooted, making kissing noises and grunting. Danny laughed and shook his head. Penny burned. She noticed that Cady glared.
The road to New City was the color of sand. It pierced flat endless lands under a sky dotted with cotton ball clouds. This had to be the prettiest country Penny had ever seen. But because of the never-ending sameness of the landscape, it felt like they were not making any progress. Then, suddenly the horizon changed and there was a town.
The bikes sliced by half-built buildings. Penny guessed that Parshall was no longer the hot spot, that New City was. As if in tune with an agreed-to plan, the riders all veered into the Holiday Inn Express.
Right across the street was a restaurant called The Bison. It looked like the place to be. The sight of the restaurant started chatter among the riders. Everyone wanted to go get something to eat. They settled into their rooms and headed over. It didn’t take any time for them to get a table, even with the large party. The place was basically empty.
As Penny looked at the menu she asked, “So do you think Wayland is building that office building or whatever it is that we saw on the way in? He said he was a developer.”
