I want to pull that hair down and wrap it around my hand while I’m feeding her every inch of my cock. Her skin is creamy milk with just a hint of color, and she has these thick-rimmed, black glasses on and everything about her screams uptight teacher. Hell, suddenly I want to go back to school. She’s looking under the hood of a beat-up, old Chevy Blazer and waving steam out of her face. I can already tell its overheating. Then again, so am I.
“Car trouble?” I ask, sounding bored, but honestly I’m anything but. Shit, if my cock gets any harder, I’m going to have to jack off right here in the middle of the street.
She looks up at me and even through the glasses I can see the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever laid sight on. Damn. It just keeps getting better. Her sweet, little pink tongue comes out and brushes across her lips, and any brain cells I had left that weren’t already directing energy to my dick are gone now.
“Uh…yes…I called Triple A, though,” she says and her voice is sweet and soft, and I’m dying to know how it sounds when full of pleasure.
“You’re not from around here are you, honey?”
“I…I just moved here from Illinois. I took the job at the county library.”
Librarian. Fuck me, my brain keeps telling me to turn away, and if I could talk any sense at all into my dick right now, I would. That ship has sailed, though. I’m going to nail this woman, it’s just a matter of when at this point.
“I thought so,” I mumble, looking under the hood of her vehicle. I’m pretty sure I know the problem, but just to make sure, I get down on the ground and crawl under the SUV.
“You don’t have to do this. I’m sure they’ll be sending someone out any minute now.”
“That’s why I knew you weren’t from around here. You’re in the backwoods of Kentucky, honey. Nearest tow would be Ray’s, two counties over, and when he gets here, he’ll either be shit-faced, horny, or both.”
“I…I’m sure…I can find someone…”
“Your water pump is blown,” I inform her, deciding to lay on the ground a moment longer because the view of those fucking fantastic legs of hers that I’m getting through the slit of her skirt is amazing. Jesus.
“I…will that take a long time to fix?” She asks, looking down at her…Mickey Mouse watch?
I get up and slam the hood down on her ride and watch as she steps back to look at me. Those blue eyes of hers are wide, but I’m not sure if it’s with fear or something else. Her nipples are hard and poking through that tight-ass dress, so I’m hoping it’s something else entirely.
“What’s your name, honey?”
“Um…Annabelle.”
“Of course it is,” I answer, shaking my damn head. Hell, even her name is wholesome.
“I’m sorry?” She asks, those blue eyes full of confusion.
“Not a thing, Annie, not a damn thing. Okay, let’s load you on my bike and get you home. I’ll get one of the boys to fix your car and drop it off.”
“You…I mean, do you run a garage?”
“Something like that,” I agree, shaking my head.
I follow as she goes around to the driver’s side of her car and gets her purse and some folders. She bends over and that clingy fabric she’s wearing tightens up on her ass, and I nearly cum in my fucking jeans. As it is, I can’t stop the groan that leaves my lips. She straightens up and looks back at me. Her gaze goes down and watches my hand. The hand just happens to be palming my cock so I can adjust myself. Heat rises on her cheeks and it looks fucking good on her. I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman who blushes.
“I’m not sure I should be going anywhere with you…Mr.…What was your name again?”
“Sabre.”
“Sabre?”
“That’s my name, honey. Now, it’s hotter than hell out here and I’m looking for you to stroke out any minute, so how about you get a move on and haul your ass to my bike.”
“Your bike?”
“Yeah, my bike.”
“I’m not dressed to ride on a bike, Mr….umm…Sabre.”
She’s fucking sweet. So sweet she makes me want to taste her to see if her pussy is as sweet as she is. I bet she’s luscious and juicy like a peach.
“Honey, get your shit. I got things to do, and I’m not leaving you out in this heat.” When she continues not to move and just stares at me, I sigh heavily. “Do it Annie, or I’ll carry you. It’s your choice.”
She jerks at my words. Then she continues watching me for a minute. Finally, she must have assumed (correctly) that I wasn’t kidding and starts walking away. I grab her arm just to make sure she doesn’t get away and lead her to my bike. The muscles in her wrist tighten up under my hold, but she doesn’t pull away. It takes her three tries to get on the back of my bike with that long-ass skirt and fuck-me shoes. I watch it all over my shoulder and love the way the dress pulls up to her knees. I grieve that I’m on a deadline because I’d love to get a look at what she’s hiding under that dress. I will, eventually. I make myself that promise.
“Where do you live, honey?”
“The old farmhouse on Turkey Ridge?”
A farmhouse? I’m still shaking my head as I pull out on the street. Ms. Annie has hit me like a motherfucking thunderbolt. I’m screwed.
Chapter 2
Annie
When your father is a minister, you can go wild or stay safe. When your father is also a monster, you pick safe. Still, I’ve always wondered what life was like on the wild side.
Every warning my father ever drummed in my head is replaying. Every beating I ever took by his belt flashes in my memory. You might think those memories would disappear since I am now twenty-six years old. They don’t. They are always there…heavy in my chest and lying like a weight holding me down. Still, when this big (and I mean huge) man stands in front of me wearing faded jeans, a white t-shirt, a black leather vest, dirty-blond hair, sunglasses, and tattoos…everywhere…my first instinct isn’t to run. No, my first instinct is to lick him from head to toe. I obviously don’t, but the more he looks at me like he wants to eat me up, the more I’m tempted. I briefly think of my favorite bedtime story as a kid, ‘Little Red Riding Hood’. No wonder Little Red ended up being eaten by the wolf. If the wolf were anywhere near as potent as the man in front of me, I would have, too.
Temptation. That’s it, really. He is a temptation, and I really should walk away. How many times has it been drummed into my head that temptation comes before the fall? This man has danger written all over him. There’s no way I could survive any type of a fall if he’s involved. He’s not safe. He’s not for me. That’s the mantra I keep replaying in my mind as he drives me home. I try to ignore the scent of him I catch on the wind, or how my arms feel wrapped around him. I try. I’m not sure I succeed.
When we pull into my faded, blacktop driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief that this is over. Now, I can steer away from him and ignore the feeling of sadness that gives me. It takes me two tries to get off his bike, I guess that’s an improvement from getting on. I hold my hand on Sabre’s shoulder to steady myself. I almost fall trying to stand on the small point of my six- inch heels. Sabre’s large, muscular hand grabs my hip and steadies me. I stare at him and wish his sunglasses were gone.
“Careful there, Annie,” his husky voice tells me and chills of awareness slide up my spine. There’s a heat where his hand covers my hip. It warms in intensity and spreads slowly over my body. It’s more than just electricity. Can he feel it, too? His fingers flex and again, I grieve the fact I can’t see his eyes. He took off his sunglasses when he crawled under my car, but I didn’t get to see their color. I really want to.
“Thank you for your help,” I tell him, closing my right hand into a fist and letting my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand. I use that small bite of pain to help me concentrate because all I really want to do is touch him.
“I’ll have the boys drop off your ride tonight.”
“Are you sure? It’s late? I don’t want to cause…”
“I’m sure. I have an errand to do for the club, but I’ll check back.”
Okay, so I can admit to myself that I was kind of hoping he would at least try to come inside. It’s crazy but true all the same. I give him a small smile.
“If you have them bring a bill, I’ll pay them. Thank you again, Sabre.”
“Be seeing you soon.”
I walk away and don’t respond to his words.
“Annie?” Sabre yells, just as I make it to my front door.
I turn to look at him, pasting on the smile I give all the customers at the library where I work. “Yes?”
“I said I’ll be seeing you,” he claims again, his voice frank but full of promise.
“I doubt that,” I answer honestly.
“Why’s that?”
“You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. I doubt you’ve ever been in one.”
His bark of laughter follows me into the house.
Chapter 3
Sabre
A smart man would run from trouble unless that trouble has a body that doesn’t quit. Then he grabs it and rides the fuck out of it.
I watch her ass sway as she walks inside, hypnotized by the movement. I’m still laughing. You don’t look like the kind of guy to come in a library. Little girl has no idea. I’m going to come. I’m going to come a lot in that damn library. I’m going to come so often that every minute she’s at work she’ll not be able to concentrate. All she will do is remember all the places where I fucked her unconscious and left her full of my cum.
I don’t even like denying myself now, but I do. Skull sent me on a job today, and I got to get that shit finished. We’ve been having some trouble with a rival club that followed us here out of Georgia. The Chrome Saints were ruled over by Visor, an old son of a bitch that was evil through and through. The world would be a better place if he no longer drew breath. He hated Skull. I’m not sure what the beef was between the two, but I know that it had something to do with Skull’s old lady, Beth. All any of us really knows is that Visor and Skull have a personal war that spewed over into the clubs. There was a war, but after we had lost Beth, a tentative truce was put in place. The last year has been quiet and a welcome relief after all of the uproar in the past.
Losing Beth has been hard on Skull, and we enjoy the quiet we have found here. At least we had until yesterday, when reports filtered in that another MC Club was spotted close to our territory. At first we didn’t think much about it. We figured it was Dragon and the boys, but after getting a detailed description on their jackets, it was best we check it out. One of the reasons Skull makes such a good fucking President is that we never get caught with our pants down. I’m not about to let that change now, just because I have a hard-on for a piece of tail. The club comes first.
Always.
* * *
“What the hell do you mean there was no sign, hermano?”
“Exactly what I said, Boss. There was no sign of any club in the area. Locals denied it, our police contacts denied it, and hell, we even searched hotels in the area looking for bikes. It was a wild goose chase.”
“Something is going on, or we would not have heard the rumors,” Skull responds, and while I agree with him, I am at a loss on what our next move is. Pistol, the club VP, is not quite as impassive.
“I think it’s time we take over the Savage Clubhouse. I haven’t trusted that fucker, Dragon, from day one. I know you have this deal with him, but that asshole is shady.”
It’s an old fight. Skull has gotten pretty close with the Savage Crew. Pistol and Briar were against entering into an alliance with them; however, majority still ruled and most of the club only saw us being stronger with the Savage Brothers on our side. I voted to go ahead with the alliance myself. I hadn’t seen anything I disliked from the other club.
“Ciérralo!” Skull orders and the room goes quiet. It is an old fight between the Pres and his second, and it’s easy to tell that the Pres is getting tired of the shit storm that Pistol keeps making out of it. “It is done. Majority vote made the decision and that is final. El fin. Si?”
Pistol stares hard at Skull but, eventually, backs down. You can feel the tension in the room, though. It’s thick. The saying ‘you could cut it with a knife’ comes to mind. Those two are going to go head to head soon and if Pistol gains control of the club, I won’t stay. I’ll go back to the main chapter in Georgia. He’s a hot head, and I’m not about to lay my ass on the line, daily, for him. My loyalty is to Skull. He’s saved our asses time and time again. If Pistol gets the club, there’s no way it will remain the same.
“Where are Beast and Torch?” I ask because it’s way too fucking quiet in the main clubhouse.
“They are at that woman’s house you sent Keys and Shaft to,” Briar answers before anyone else, and I’m instantly annoyed.
“What the fuck are Torch and Beast doing there? I sent the prospects to fix the water pump and deliver her truck. Where are they?”
“Still there. When Torch called to check and see what the hold-up was, Keys told him the hot little mama was fixing them dinner as a thank you. So he and Beast decided to go check her out.”
“Fuck me!” I growl getting up.
“What is wrong, hermano?” Skull asks, but I hear the laughter in his voice. The motherfucker already knows why I’m upset.
“I’m going to go drag the dogs away from my woman.”
“You best hurry, you know how the coño flock to the Beast man. They all want a piece of his gran polla.”
I walk off on that, giving them my back as the laughter erupts around me. I flip them off going out the door. It only makes them laugh harder.
If Annie is giving those fuckers anything, I’ll turn her ass bright red.
Chapter 4
Annie
Curiosity killed the cat, I’m not quite sure what it’s going to do to me.
Once Sabre dropped me off, I was at loose ends. I endured an hour long conversation with my mother, hearing again the one hundred reasons I should be living back home. After that, I was so stressed that I decided to do what I always do, get lost in the kitchen. I go into the bedroom and grab my favorite gray yoga pants, put on my sports bra and a pink, (almost faded white) t-shirt over top of that. Feeling much more relaxed and at ease, I undo the chignon I had my hair in and just gather it into a ponytail on the top of my head. My hair is long, so even pulled up like that, the bottom of the ponytail still comes to the middle of my back.
Once all that is done, I go into the kitchen, grab all the fixings for my meatloaf and begin making dinner. I love to cook. It is part of the reason my ass refuses to fit in anything but a size fourteen these days. I don’t mind; I actually like the size I am. I’m comfortable with my body and my life. There’s not much I would change, except maybe my parents and the scars from my childhood. Those would be nice to live without.
The timer for the meatloaf is just going off when the doorbell rings. I pull it out of the oven, leaving it on the stove top and hurry to the door. Looking through the peephole I see two men. The one in front is tall and muscular. He’s got on a black t-shirt, but his arms and hands are covered in ink, he has on sunglasses, and his dark hair reminds me of a warm cup of coffee. Behind him stands another man, less tattoos, and with blond, sandy hair. He doesn’t have as much ink and he’s definitely skinnier, but you can tell he’s in good shape. He’s got friendly green eyes, and he’s wearing this smile that for some reason makes me want to smile, too. I get a little nervous wondering why they are at my door and shake it off a moment later. My parents have managed to make me afraid of my shadow. These guys are probably just from Sabre’s garage. I open the door, leaving the chain latched and look at the two men.
“Can I help you?”
“Sabre asked us to fix your car and drop it off,” the guy in the front says.
I smile and relax a little more. “Just a second,” I tell him, closing the door. I undo the latch on the chain and op
en it all the way. The man hands me the keys to my Blazer. “How much do I owe you?” The guy looks startled when I ask. The other man that was behind him comes around to stand beside him now. They both look at me grinning like they know a secret I don’t. It’s very unnerving.
“I’m sure Sabre will give you a bill,” the smaller of the two says with an easy laugh.
I frown because I specifically told him to have his mechanics bring me the bill. Still, it’s not their fault, and I feel bad that they’ve had to work so hard in this heat.
“Thank you so much for getting it done so quickly. Would you like something to drink? I mean it’s so hot outside, and I feel terrible that you’ve been out in it for me.”
“I don’t think that’d be a…”
“Sure would, Ma’am. Thanks!” The agreement is from the skinnier of the two, with a sly grin on his lips. He reminds me of a big prankster. I instantly warm to him.
“Please call me Annabelle,” I answer, standing back to let them in. There’s a moment of fear as I hear my father’s voice in my ear about trusting the wrong men and bringing disgrace on the family. I shake off those memories. I’m a grown woman now. It’s time I start living my life and leaving the past behind me.
“Holy shit, it smells good in here!” The blond one says; and I was right, I really like him. The darker one cuffs him over the head.
“Show some respect to Sabre’s woman!”
I stop, and despite the tingle of excitement the man’s words bring, I need to set them straight.
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