by Fox, Regina
She jerked forward with her hips as she was fully seated on him. She made circles, swiveling on him, showing him no mercy.
She knew he was liking it, but Danny could hold out indefinitely. He lasted such a long time, but she was driving him crazy. She could feel his resolve buckle, giving in to climax.
He wailed out his ecstasy. It was a good thing they were in the middle of a field because both of them had been loud in their climax. They rested their heads against each other as the pleasure washed over them.
He kissed her lazily. Neither was in a hurry to separate. But suddenly they were tired. It had been an incredible couple of days. It was time to go back to the motel and rest.
They showered and intended to nap. As they were climbing under the covers, Danny’s phone rang. It was Trenton. She could hear he was tired and a little weary of the drama, but he said okay and when he got off the phone, he explained.
“I have to go meet with Trenton. I will just be a little bit.” He kissed her. “Sleep tight.”
Penny was already drifting off to sleep. She hadn’t slept too well the night before without Danny there. Now, knowing that he was coming back after one more delay, she was able to nap.
It wasn’t long after that that she heard the door open. She had reached a deep sleep and was fully refreshed. She turned to face him and was horrified.
“What the fuck?” she demanded.
“Wow,” said Brill Wayland. “Doesn’t sound like the lady I hired to be my nanny.”
“You don’t need a nanny. You need a psych ward,” she said, scrambling to get out of bed.
He pulled a gun. “I think you can stay right where you are.”
“You’re going to have sex with me?” she scoffed.
“That’s the nice way of putting it. Yes. I understand my soon-to-be ex-wife has cleaned me out financially. Completely liquidated me. And that was largely your idea. Well, you fuck me. I fuck you back.”
“Danny – ” she began to say but he cut her off.
“Danny isn’t here. I know because I checked the entire parking lot and his bike is nowhere to be found. And that’s because I just created a diversion that they are now meeting over, and will be meeting for quite some time,” he said.
“You didn’t find Danny’s bike anywhere?” she asked, knowing that he hadn’t because his brother had the bike.
Without concern to her own modesty, she dashed for the window to check outside. She had not dressed after their shower together, only threw on Danny’s t-shirt with no panties, but all of a sudden it did not feel long enough. It was a smokescreen on her part. She was playing like she didn’t believe him. But she was really checking to see if she could still see the truck. And she could.
“Fuck, you look hot. What have you got on?” he asked her.
“Do you like it?” she asked, sashaying around but keeping herself a good distance. She manipulated him so that as she moved, she had hoped he would move too, to get a better look at her. It worked. She was now closer to the door and he was on the inside of the room.
She peeked out the peephole and saw a very furious Danny who could apparently hear all of it. Brill Wayland cocked the gun.
“That’s enough,” he said.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, waving the gun towards her.
“I was just thinking we should have drinks. I won’t lie. I need a drink because you’ve made me very nervous, and it will be better for both of us if I have liquor. I just wanted ice,” she said.
“Bullshit,” he said. “You are not running from me sweetie. I have paid for pussy plenty in my life, but never as much as your little ass has cost me."
“Then you go get ice,” she said.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” he hissed.
“No,” she said in her sexiest voice. “I was hoping you would tell me what to do. Tie me up. You can even put a gag in my mouth,” she whispered. “Give me a good hard spanking. And if I am a good girl, I can have some ice. I just want to make it worth what you lost, and I can…I just need a drink.”
“You are making me so hard,” he said. “I might just have to fuck you in that pretty little ass of yours.”
“I get off on it,” she said. “But if you want me to like it, I want booze.”
“Fine,” he stomped. He tied her up, cuffing her hands together with a plastic garbage bag from the trash can. He moved her over to the bed and pushed her down. She knew Danny could not get inside with the deadbolt locked, so her only hope was to get him to open that door, and soon.
When Penny fell to the bed, Danny’s shirt rose up past her hips. Brill got an eyeful of her exposed pink flesh. He placed the gun between her legs and rubbed the hard cold metal against her folds, separating them to aim the barrel straight into the hollow between her legs.
“You’re pretty good at this aren’t you?” she said. Her voice was shaking, but she knew that if Danny could not hear her voice he would try to bust in and cause Brill to panic, possibly shooting someone.
“You have no idea. I am going to be right back and I am going to fuck you into next week,” he said.
“I can’t wait,” she said.
“Whore,” he said. “All you little bitches are the same, you just need a man to shove a cock in your mouth to shut you up.”
Brill Wayland opened the door to the motel room and he never knew what hit him. It only took one punch. Penny shrieked. She pressed her face into Danny’s hard belly while he cut the bag off of her wrists.
Trenton appeared and he got a glimpse of Penny’s secrets between her legs before he turned sharply away. Danny grabbed a sheet to cover her.
“Call the cops, man,” said Danny. “Get this fucker out of here before I kill him. In fact, after he is out of here, I am going home. I can’t take any of this anymore.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ogi and Danny swapped vehicles before Ogi headed back across Lake Sakakawea to the ranch. Penny rode home with Danny on the back of his bike, holding on to him with everything she had. Not because she was afraid or tired, though she was some of all of those things. But because she thought she might be in love with him.
Danny, captain of the Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club scattered the road as they rode in formation. It was such a beautiful thing Penny thought, how they would fall back into a line to make way for other drivers who wanted to go on through.
As Penny regarded them, never tiring of watching what they did as they rode, she realized she liked looking at the Ghosts of the Prairie as much as she did the exquisite North Dakota scenery rolling by them along the open road. She loved the way he rode down the road, squeezing the handlebars so his triceps flexed. She had asked Danny at one time how he could spot one biker from one club, to the next. She smiled with a deep warmth because she knew. She wasn’t sure when it happened but so could she. She could tell.
Danny’s house was very lovely. It didn’t even look like a bachelor’s house. It was, of course, neat as a pin. It was a rambler with lots of windows out back looking out onto the endless expanse of the flat North Dakota land.
He had a generous deck. No doubt, she imagined, because he hosted his club often. In the intense time they spent together, it never was mentioned what he did for a living. Lots of time to pick up and road trip. A family with a horse ranch near the Badlands. It was a good question. But she didn’t ask. He seemed to have disconnected from her the moment they walked into his tidy home.
Maybe it was that he just needed to unwind after so many dramatic days on the road, but he seemed distant when they got back. Something was on his mind. There was a shift of some kind and Penny couldn’t put her finger on it.
But it made her self-conscious. As he puttered around, reviewing his mail and otherwise checking on things, she opened the slider that opened up onto the deck.
“Going outside? Wanna check out the back?” he asked her.
“No, I am going to make a call,” she said.
“You can make a call in here
,” he said. “Unless you need privacy.”
“I wanted to see if the motor lodge has any availability,” she said, slightly timid.
He tilted his head and got a strange look on his face. “Is that so?”
“Sure. I don’t want you to think that I expect just to stay here until I get a place, but I do think it is important you know, and there is no pressure, that I am going to make Parshall my home.”
Danny’s eyes took on an intense glint. He stalked her and Penny began to tremble.
“Oh?” he asked.
“Yeah. At least for the time being. But like I said, no pressure. I know our fling was fast and sudden.” She wasn’t sure if he was teasing or if he was being really pleasant in his response.
“Fling?” he demanded.
“Well, whatever you call it.”
“Well, that’s nice of you,” he said. “Not putting any pressure on us.”
His response didn’t leave her exactly secure. And the fact that he was standing so, so near her that she could feel the heat flowing between them, but he wasn’t touching her.
She swallowed. “Yes, I have enough money to live on without a job. I know the economy is depressed and all. So I can get by until I find work. And even though the last few days were an adventure, and shall we say, a little over the top, I liked most of it.”
“Oh, you did,” he said, making the same sort of face she had been making. His tone was lightly mocking.
“Yeah,” she said, not sure what to make of his reaction. “Especially the riding.”
“Oh, the riding was your favorite part?” said Danny. “Maybe we need to give you a bike?”
“Maybe,” she said. “What? You’re acting weird. If you want me to go back home, I’ll deal.”
“No,” he said.
Danny’s expression was that of the devil and Penny could not help but want to give herself over to him. His tone was light and pleasant enough but there was no mistaking it. He meant no. “You’re not going anywhere. If you want your own place, I can help you look. I realize it’s soon and sudden between us to maybe move in, but I do have the room. And no bike. I will miss you riding with me.”
Without moving, his presence was closer and closer to her, his face dark and mischievous. “And your favorite part of these past few days had better not be the riding,” he said.
As he pressed his body against hers, she felt his erection poking into her thigh.
“Okay,” she said. “Uncle. I won’t get a motorcycle.”
“And you won’t move?” he asked, with a stern but teasing tone.
“No. I won’t,” she replied.
“And,” he began, but she erupted in giggles for he began mercilessly tickling her. He waited for her to quiet.
“And,” he repeated. “What was your favorite part of our time together?”
Penny reached down and touched his hardness. “You,” she said.
Their conversation ended in an extremely hot and passionate truce. First, they kissed. They kissed a lot, but for Penny it was never old. It was always exciting and fresh and just the thing she wanted to do.
“Let me give you a tour,” he murmured against her lips.
“Of you?” she teased.
“Sure, baby doll. I wasn’t thinking about my house,” he said.
He lifted under her buttocks and reflexively she wrapped around him. Legs and arms around his torso as he walked her down a hall into his bedroom.
It was a little disconcerting that she could not possibly be the first woman to lay down on his mattress with him. He was such an extraordinary lover. He didn’t get his amazing skill alone.
He unfastened her braid and let her hair spill around. He stood up, his head grazing the ceiling as he regarded her lying on his bed.
“Beautiful,” he remarked.
Penny smiled. She wanted him bad. She skimmed off her tight t-shirt. He began to lower back to the bed.
“Oh, don’t move,” she said sweetly.
Confused, he remained standing. He didn’t know, but she did, that she was going to make him watch her strip. If he wanted to remember the way she looked on his bed, she was going to give him something to think about.
With each article of clothing, he began to lower, but each time, she asked him to stay still. He smiled as he caught on. When she was completely nude, rolling over on her stomach and jutting out the muscles of her buttocks, he dropped fast.
“Stick that up in the air like that, I’m liable to kiss it,” he said. “In fact.”
He started at the top of her spine and kissed downward to the sensitive small of her back. It was so sensually erotic that Penny moaned and quaked the entire time. He licked the tender underside of her cheeks as they flowed into the tops of her thighs.
He masterfully penetrated her wet, aching heat, touching his tongue to the delicate inner lip. With the moisture he created, he traced the tight ringed alternate entrance to her body. Penny had not experienced much play there. She moaned with delight at his exploration and her discovery.
“Do you trust me?” he murmured against her hair.
His powerful, large body covered hers. Embracing. Sheltering.
“Yes,” she replied, knowing what he was really asking.
He penetrated her slightly with the tips of his fingers, working both entrances manually, as he took her mouth with his. The sensory overload for her was absolutely exquisite. The pressure building in the aching hollow between her legs was agitated by his toying.
He turned her around so they were face to face, hitching her knee way up to his hips. Still fingering her wetness, he touched himself, lubricating himself, and while maintaining this position, entered her in a new place.
Slowly. Definitely. The sensitivity and effectiveness of this kind of sex had an immediate, powerful result. Danny gave Penny perhaps the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Every spasm rebounded to create waves of unnamable rapture throughout her. He did not last long this way either. It was an extremely passionate experience for the both of them.
Afterwards, they bathed and lazed around in his giant tub. He had a deep old fashioned claw-footed tub that was perfect for him because he was such a wonderfully large man. And even better for the two of them together because they were inseparable.
“Do you think there’s going to be any fallout from all the stuff that went on these past few days?” she asked him as she lightly stroked his forearms.
“Against us?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she answered.
“No,” he replied decisively. “Brill Wayland has criminal charges of breaking and entering, and attempted rape. And I have a feeling that that’s just the tip of the iceberg. But besides that, we did nothing wrong, Trenton is a great lawyer.”
Which brought her to the subject of what he did. “So,” she said. “Trenton is a lawyer. What are you?”
He laughed softly. “What am I? I am a rancher. Remember when we pulled off into the field the other day after the Riggers were pulling their nonsense?”
“Yes, but I didn’t see the ranch,” she replied.
“Well, the whole thing was the ranch. The road that we turned off onto traverses my land. Or my family land. Those men were my cousins and yeah,” he said.
“How come you don’t live on it?” she asked.
“Well, because I live here. They live on the property. At the time we acquired that land, it was easier to live here. The commute was nothing, but my grandmother thought it was better for us to live in the city, so to speak.”
“You had a good grandma,” she said.
He chuckled. “Nothing wrong with raising a family on a ranch.”
“I agree. I think there’s no better place to raise kids.”
“Well, that’s good. After all, you were raised in Fuckersville. That doesn’t sound like it was the big city.”
“Ruckersville,” she playfully corrected. “And I get that. There was something about living in a developed area versus the f
arm there as well.”
“Exactly. They thought they were giving us a better opportunity.”
“You’re such a good man,” she said.
“Well, that brings me to my next thing. We’ve discussed no bike. No pressure, but I don’t know how else to put it but to come right out and say, I don’t want you to get a place here in Parshall. I am just being honest.”
Penny was stunned. She blinked.
“Well,” she gasped, searching for the words. Could he be so good-natured as to kindly tell her ‘too much too soon’?
“Well, nothing baby doll,” he said.
It was nothing for him to rise out of the tub, taking her with him. He plunked her on a sheepskin on the floor he used as a bathmat and dried her.
“Hear me out. You’re not going to find a place. The boom is over but crime is up, thanks to guys like your almost-boss. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Okay, whatever,” she said. She was numb, though she was well aware there were destroyed feelings somewhere. “I’ll just go home.”
He looked her square in the eye. “You are home. I know we have only known each other for such a little while. I’ve never met anyone like you. I never felt the things you make me feel. You grew up in a silly named rural place out east. I grew up in a similar place here. I think we’re a match.”
“You want me to move in with you?” she asked.
“Yes, because once we’re married, if you’ll have me, that will seem to make the most sense.”
Penny threw her arms around him and kissed him hard.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“There’s no waiting in North Dakota for marriage licenses. We could get married this afternoon, though my grandmother would kill me. I was thinking we could all ride over to the big ranch and tie the knot there.”
“All?” she asked.
“Yes. All the Ghosts of the Prairie. I’m probably the only groom ever who is making an entire motorcycle club my best men.”
The End.
Book 2 (Tenton’s story) is next!
