by Jessie Cooke
David’s reluctance to fuck her had been so sweet and thoughtful that it had made Kat want him even more. When she pulled out of that kiss, she could see the lust in his eyes, and when he slid her off his lap, she was a little worried that he was going to get up and leave. Instead, he stood up and took her hand and led her down the short hall to her bedroom. Closing the door behind them, he pressed her into the wall and kissed her again. He laced his fingers up in hers and pressed his whole body flat into hers. She could feel every sinewy muscle and the outline of his cock, which now felt huge and almost threatening. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe and then using the hold he still had on her hands, he led her over to the tiny bed where she’d lived out so many of the fantasies she had about him over the last two months.
David laid her back gently on the bed, fanning her hair out on the pillow underneath her. He stood there over her for several long seconds, just staring down at her. “You’re so beautiful, Kat.”
She smiled up at him and he lowered himself down next to her. One of his long legs draped over her as if holding her to the bed and his lips went to the side of her neck. Kat arched her back and used one hand to move her hair and give him better access. The feeling of his lips on her skin and the masculine smell of his body overwhelmed her senses and she moaned. David pulled his head up, leaving her neck feeling empty. “God, that sound was sexy,” he said. “I want to hear you moan louder.”
Kat smiled up at him and said, “Make me, David. Make me moan.” He moved back to her neck, only his kisses there were harder and more urgent now. He sucked the skin into his mouth and nipped at it with his teeth. The whole time he was doing that, his hands were moving up underneath her blouse, stroking her skin gently, caressing it, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Once he got the blouse pushed up over her bra, he dipped his head back down and kissed her stomach. He kissed across it softly and around her belly button, making her gasp and shudder. Then he sat up on one elbow and slipped a hand under her back. With that one hand, he unhooked her bra, and he was the one that gasped when her breasts fell out. He’d felt her up in the car a few times, but that was his first clear view of them. The look on his face when he looked down at her caused Kat’s body to convulse. He brought his hand up to her bare breasts with a tentative look in his eyes. She gave him a little nod and tried to brace herself for the first touch. Things in her head exploded as he drew one of her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to gently squeeze and roll it. Kat moaned again, this time louder than before. David smiled and put his other hand on her other breast, rolling both of them at the same time then. Kat was gasping and she had to close her eyes to block out some of the stimuli overloading her body. She still had them closed when she felt something warm and wet on one of her nipples. When she opened them up, David had her nipple between his lips and he was rolling and pinching it like he had between his fingers…only it felt even better. She watched with wide-eyed amazement as he let the nipple fall out of his lips and used his tongue to lick it, tracing a circle all the way around it before moving over and doing the same to the other one. Kat’s back was arched up a foot off the bed. If this was sex, she couldn’t imagine why she’d never done it before.
Instinctively, Kat put her hands in his hair and held his face to her chest while he licked, flicked, and sucked on one and used his fingers to pleasure the other. His teeth occasionally grazed against the hard nub and each time they did that, Kat let out a little excited cry. The more excited she got, the harder he sucked and when she was just about to tip over the edge of madness, he bit down on one of her nipples, hard. She cried out and pulled his hair between her fingers. David instantly let go and looked up at her face.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away…”
Kat smiled and sucked in a shaky breath. “I liked it,” she said. “Get carried away more.”
He smiled back at her before leaning down and taking the other nipple in his mouth, this time pinching it hard with his lips first and then grazing it with his teeth and then biting down again and causing her to bring her hips up hard, slamming them into his. When she lowered them, David followed them with his own. While he kissed and nibbled on her nipples, he started to grind his crotch into hers. Kat was growing so excited that she felt like her body was on fire from the inside out. She felt more moisture between her legs, and she was tempted to move her own hand down and touch her pussy. She was dying for it to be touched, caressed, explored, but she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing to her breasts either. As if reading her mind, he continued his oral assault of her breasts while unbuttoning her pants. When he had the button and zipper open, Kat began to have second thoughts, but David quickly erased them by moving his mouth down and pressing his warm, moist lips to her lower abdomen, just above the mound of her aching pussy.
David’s hands were shaking, so Kat helped him finish pushing her jeans down over her hips. He pulled them all the way off and once again just looked at her like she was the most precious thing on earth. “Jesus, Kat, how’d I get so lucky that you want me?”
She smiled and reached up to push at his shirt. “You’re so hot, you could have anyone. I’m the lucky one. Let me see you too.” David pulled off his shirt and while Kat’s mouth watered over the lean muscles in his chest and arms, he slid off his pants and shorts, and her eyes widened when she looked at the erection staring at her. She’d seen plenty of pictures, but his was the first one that she’d seen in the flesh. She didn’t imagine that it would be so big and for the first time, her resolve to have him inside of her wavered…just a little bit. “You’re beautiful too,” she whispered.
David smiled and lay back down next to her. He found her lips with his and while they kissed, one of his fingers found its way to the slit of her pussy. He began to rub his finger from top to bottom and Kat’s legs began shaking violently. It felt so good, but she was still self-conscious and she wondered if she was supposed to be so wet—it felt like a fountain was slowly running between her legs.
He left her lips and slid his mouth down across her neck to her shoulder and then back to her breasts. He stroked her with that finger while he sucked, rolled, and licked her nipples. It was almost too much stimuli for her…and then he let that finger slide up inside of her, and the Fourth of July had nothing on the fireworks that went off in her head. She was surprised that it didn’t hurt, but when she was able to clear her head enough to concentrate on what he was doing, she realized that he wasn’t pushing it all the way in. He was just letting the tip of it rub in and out of her, and it felt so fucking good.
He brought his mouth back up to hers and she felt his chest rumble with a growl as he kissed her and moved that finger faster, and deeper. She panicked slightly when he slid another finger in and she could feel them both slamming into her hymen. It hurt a little bit, but oddly, she still didn’t want him to stop. He slid his other hand underneath her butt and lifted her off the bed and then he said, “Take a deep breath, baby.” She did as he said and as soon as she sucked it in, he pushed in all the way. A stab of pain shot through her, but almost instantly he slowed his pace and began to massage and caress her walls. The good feelings overrode the bad and she started moaning again. She was still moaning when he climbed up over her and nudged her legs open further. Another fleeting feeling of panic seized her. She wasn’t sure she could do this. She opened her eyes and he was looking down at her gently. “We can stop if you’re not sure.”
She put on a brave smile and said, “I’m still sure.” He had his hands on either side of her head, pressed into the bed. Then he took a condom and put it on his throbbing cock and slowly rubbed it up and down between her folds. She was basking in that feeling when he lined himself up with her opening and pushed. Shock waves reverberated through her body as the pain tore through her most intimate places. But David was so sweet and gentle and he moved slowly, filling her up less than an inch at a time. The pain was still there, but not as severe, when he began rocking into her. His mo
vements and the look on his face told her how concerned he was about her—and Kat, the girl that no one in particular ever cared about, was more turned on by that than anything. She opened her legs wide and wrapped them up around him and reached up and put her hands on his shoulders, and that was when David lost control. Kat didn’t have her first orgasm that day, but the next time they were alone, David made sure she had three or four. For those first two years, they were so happy and satisfied…and then once again, life threw her a curve. That curve caused her life, David’s life, and the lives of his family to come tumbling down around them all. Angel and Kyle had obviously never forgiven her…and since she hadn’t heard from David in over five years, she had to assume that he hadn’t forgiven her either.
9
It had been a week since Kat catered the event at the MC. Dax paid her and told her what a great job she’d done. He told her they would get together that week and talk about advertising, but so far, she hadn’t heard from him. Each day that went by pissed her off more since she was convinced it was Angel holding him back. She was working the bar that night and because there was a wedding in the area earlier in the day, they had collected a pretty good crowd. She tried to put away her anger at Angel and Dax and concentrate on getting the drinks right. Dillon was doing better medically and just that afternoon had been underfoot and wanting to talk to her. Sadly, normal conversation with her father didn’t interest Kat. It always somehow turned into an argument and she just wasn’t in the mood for it that day. Suddenly, now that he might be some help to her, he was MIA. She’d not only hidden the keys to the van, but she’d put a lock on the steering wheel, so wherever he was, she at least knew he wasn’t driving.
“Can I get my drink…please…?” The woman at the end of the bar had come in with three friends. They all looked like professionals, dressed in business suits and heels. Kat couldn’t help but wonder why they were slumming it at Brownie’s. They had an open tab and were throwing back the alcohol liberally, so even though they were a group of snotty bitches, Kat was doing her best to keep a smile on her face.
“Sure, hon, I’m sorry about that. Coming right up.” She turned to grab the bottle of Jack off the shelf and caught sight of a group of men coming in the door. They were all Skulls and when she turned back toward the woman and her friends, she suddenly knew why they were slumming. The woman who’d asked for her drink had sat up straighter and was checking them out. Her three friends, two on barstools and one standing, had their eyes on the leather-clad men as well. As Kat walked down toward them she heard one of them giggle and say:
“That’s him! That’s Brick.” Kat had to suppress a smile as she filled up the woman’s glass. She knew Brick. He was a thirty-something-year-old biker who had been living the outlaw life since he was five years old and stole his first candy bar. Kat knew that Dax had tamed them all somehow, but she’d often wondered how he managed with people like Brick. Maybe since Brick spent so much time in prison, it didn’t matter. She pulled up the hose that was attached to the keg with Coke in it and finished off the woman’s drink. None of them even noticed; they were all too mesmerized by the Southside Skulls.
“Hey there, Hurricane.”
“Hey, Brick.” Kat looked past Brick’s broad shoulders and saw Buzz. The smile fell from her face and she said, “What are you doing here? I thought I told you that I didn’t want you back in here.”
Buzz looked smugly at her and then at Brick, who was looking at him now. “It’s my birthday. Brick brought me in here to buy me a drink.”
Brick looked back at Kat and put up his palms. “Hey, I didn’t know y’all had bad blood. I can take him up the road.” Kat counted five Skulls, which would mean at least two or three hundred dollars by the time they finished drinking. She couldn’t afford to be that picky. She narrowed her eyes at Buzz and keeping them there she told Brick:
“No, the rest of you are always welcome here…maybe you can keep him in check.” Brick reached out a giant hand and without looking at Buzz he pulled him up toward the bar.
“I will do that, but first, Buzz, I’d like you to apologize for whatever it was you did to this pretty lady.”
Buzz rolled his eyes. Unfortunately for Buzz, Brick was looking at him then. He bore down on his shoulder with that hand, like a big vise. Buzz’s face turned red and he squeaked, as he fought off the pain he had to be in. In a voice that sounded like his balls had receded he said, “Sorry.”
“Do better,” Brick said, casually.
“I’m sorry, Kat. I’m sorry I was an ass.”
Kat had to smile, not at Buzz but at the way a mean, practically vicious biker like Brick wouldn’t stand for cruelty to women…and probably animals if the truth were known. “Okay,” Kat said, “Just don’t let it happen again in my place.” Buzz tried to force a smile, but looked like he wanted to cry instead. Brick finally let him go and Kat watched as his eyes found the blonde businesswoman with the big tits at the end of the bar. She waved, excitedly. Brick gave her a chin nod and said, “Bring us a bottle of Fireball and some tequila.”
“You got it,” Kat said. Brick walked to the back of the bar and the other guys followed him. The older guys in the club usually had a posse and Brick was no different. Kat didn’t know the other four guys with him, they all must have patched in while she was gone. She hoped they weren’t assholes as big as Buzz. She got the whiskey and tequila and carried it to a booth back by the pool tables. Two of the guys were setting up the pool table while two of the women watched. The one that had been sitting at the bar seemed to be in deep conversation with another one of the Skulls, and the one who had been excited to see Brick was sitting on his lap. Buzz was the only one of them without a woman and considering he wasn’t as ugly on the outside as he was in, Kat could only guess they knew him and hated him as much as most other people did. She set the bottles and glasses on the table without looking at him and said, “Anything else, Brick?”
“Nah, that’ll do for now, Hurricane, thanks. Hey, Paula, this is the lady I was telling you about the other day, the one who used to be a stuntwoman.”
The woman looked up at her and Kat tried to keep her eyes on her face and not Brick’s right hand, which was underneath the woman’s skirt. “Wow, that’s so cool. How did you get into that?”
Focusing on a pair of green eyes that were glazing over as she talked, Kat said, “I was a gymnast and I saw an ad for movie extras who could ‘bend.’ I was ready to get out of here, so I applied. Lucky for me, I met a guy who showed me the ropes and taught me everything I need to know.”
“Wow.”
“Funny, how you’re here…instead of still there...” Buzz was talking to her. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t look at him. Instead she cocked an eyebrow at Brick.
“Hey, boy, birthday or not, if you don’t show Katrina here some respect, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“It was just an observation,” he said.
“Well, stop making observations where Kat is concerned if you can’t do it without sounding like an ass.” Brick looked at the woman on his lap. Without missing a beat doing whatever he was doing under her skirt to make her face flush and her breathing rapid, he said, “Kat came home to take care of her dad. That’s what life is all about, taking care of family.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet.” The blonde forgot Kat was there and pressed her lips into Brick’s. Kat went back up to the bar. She forgot about the Skulls, except when Brick would call her over to bring more alcohol. It was last call when he asked for the tab and Kat had to suppress a smile when she tallied it up and it came to three hundred and forty dollars. Brick didn’t bat an eyelash at it, and he threw in an extra twenty as a tip. As she was walking back to the bar, old Vince stopped her and asked her how Dillon was doing. She rolled her eyes and grumbled about him being out on another bender after she’d just gotten the bills from the ER two days before. She was telling Vince she hoped he himself wasn’t planning on driving home that night when
she saw the Skulls leaving. Buzz was the only one without a woman on his arm and he looked pissed. Kat smiled and waved at him. If Brick hadn’t been looking, she was sure he would have flipped her off. She went back to work after they were gone and finally kicked the last drunk out just after two a.m. She was washing dishes in back when she heard her phone ringing. She wanted to ignore it but with Dillon’s history, she knew that was probably a mistake. She dried her hands and went to get it, not recognizing the number when she picked it up. “Hello?”
“Kat, it’s Buzz.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“No, wait, please. I was on my way back to the clubhouse when I pulled off on Tollhouse Road to take a piss. When I was getting back on the bike, I saw something lying along the side of the road. I almost just left because it looked like a big animal, but I heard it moaning…”
“What’s your point, Buzz?”
“It was Dillon, Kat. It looks like he got drunk and someone dumped him there.”
“Fuck! Is he okay?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t look like he’s bleeding anywhere. He reeks of alcohol and he’s in and out of it…my guess would be just drunk.”
“Shit!”
“I heard you mention his medical bills earlier so I didn’t want to just call an ambulance without asking…”
“No!” An ambulance would cost a fortune and if he was just drunk, she might have to kill him when she got the bill. “No. I’ll come and get him. Tell me where you are, exactly.” Buzz gave her directions and as she wrote them down she said, “What were you doing on Tollhouse Road? That’s not on the way to the club from here.” The hair stood up on the back of her neck. Kat had good instincts. Later on, she would regret not listening to them.
“I told you, I pulled off the main highway to take a piss. It’s a pretty heavily wooded area and I didn’t want to be seen from the road and get an exposure citation. The County Sheriff will take any opportunity to stop a guy just because he’s wearing a Skulls patch, you know that.”
