Wheelie

by Jessie Cooke

  “And after they left?”

  Her body convulsed, and she looked sick as she said, “He made me help him dig a hole at the edge of the patio, and we put Brayden’s body in it. The next morning when I got up, he was already pouring cement there and over the grass in front of the shed where he’d...beaten Brayden. Pam and I were told that if anyone asked about Brayden, ever, we were to tell them we hadn’t seen him since that first night he attacked us. For the most part, I think we all kind of started to believe it, until this happened and old wounds were ripped open.” She shuddered again. Wheelie got up and sat down on the floor behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest. She leaned into him and they sat there like that with him holding her for a long time, saying nothing. When she finally spoke it was to ask, “Does this make you think differently of me? Less?”

  Wheelie put his fingers underneath her chin and turned her face up to his. “Are you kidding? Baby, you’ve been through so much shit, and look at you...you’re still standing. I have so fucking much respect for you.” She smiled at him with tears glistening in her pretty hazel eyes. He brought his mouth down and they shared a sweet, lingering kiss. When he let her come up for air she said, “Can we go to bed now?” No way in hell was he arguing with that.

  24

  When they got into the bedroom, neither one of them spoke. Wheelie slid his hands around her waist and pulled her up against his hard chest. She loved the feeling of her breasts being crushed into him. Her body felt alive when he was touching it...her soul felt alive. She was so thankful that he hadn’t judged her for what she told him. She’d been so afraid he wouldn’t want her any longer. He took away any lingering doubts by leaning down and kissing her tenderly. She put her arms up around his neck and pulled him down into a hot, wild kiss that caused her to press her body into him even harder like she was trying to meld them together. His hot tongue was in her mouth as he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the bed. He didn’t put her down right away. He continued to hold her and kiss her, until he had to release her mouth so they could both breathe, and then he gently lowered her to the bed and laid her on her back.

  She lay there and watched him strip off his clothes. She loved his hard body; everything was so well defined, even his thighs were sexy. She got wet just looking at him and her body shivered in anticipation before he even touched her. He still didn’t say a word as he took her hands in his and pulled her upright and began to undress her. He pulled her nightshirt over her head and then kissed and sucked at one of her shoulders, and then the other. His eyes landed on her breasts and he sucked in a breath, like it was the first time he saw her. He reached down and took the top of her shorts in his hands. She lifted her butt up while he slowly slid them off her, kissing her stomach and sucking lightly as they slid over her thighs and then her calves. He pulled them off her feet and tossed them aside, holding one leg in his hand and kissing her calf as he did. He reached up then and took the elastic of her panties in his hands and repeated his movements, this time kissing the other leg.

  He lowered her leg and then reached up and touched her hard nipples, causing her to whimper. He smiled and then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He was on his knees, and he buried his face in her chest and nuzzled the soft but firm mounds of her breasts before sliding his mouth to the left and taking the hard nipple in his mouth. Bri moaned and put her hands in his hair. She held him to her chest as his sexy mouth made love to her breasts one at a time and his hands massaged her thighs, coming deliciously closer to her pussy each time he stroked his palms up her skin. When he finally let his thumbs drag across her wet, swollen pussy lips, she cried out his name. He still had a nipple in his mouth, so she couldn’t see his face, but the sound of his name on her lips seemed to egg him on, so she said it again. He pressed his thumbs in harder, finding her clit and putting pressure on it. That brought her up off the bed a few inches and he had to use one hand to pull her back down. He rubbed harder and sucked more of her breast into his mouth while she squirmed and felt like she was going to explode.

  She was aching to touch him, so she let her hands slide down through his hair and onto his shoulders. She massaged them while he was still sucking at her breasts and then she let her fingers continue down his arms, massaging his biceps and then his forearms. She could feel them flex as he moved the hand he was using to send pleasure to every receptor in her brain. She moved her hands back up, finding his chest and then trying to slide a hand down so that she could get her hands on his hard cock. That was when he brought his head up, kissed her lips again, and pushed her back down on the bed. He put a hand on each knee and pushed her legs open wide and seconds later she felt his mouth against her heated flesh and she shuddered and whined. He let his tongue slide slowly from one end of her slit to the other and then he did it again and again, being careful each time not to touch her swollen clit.

  He was driving her crazy—she was so wet that the inner parts of her thighs were covered with her juices and he took his time, licking it off each one before moving his mouth back to her pussy and working his tongue up inside of her. She cursed and tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing him in harder and moving her hips, riding his face. He moved his tongue around inside of her in tiny little circles and then switched it up, moving it in and out, pressing his face into her each time a little harder.

  Bri was having a hard time catching her breath when he finally made contact with her overly sensitive clit. Once again her hips bucked up, shooting off the bed. She was both begging for more and begging him to stop before she lost her mind. She was so close, and he was sucking and nibbling lightly on her clit when the orgasm began to take shape in her core. She could almost picture it working its way down to her pussy in huge waves. Her toes curled, and she had to clutch at the bedspread to keep herself from digging her fingernails into his skin. She threw her head back and just about the time the orgasm took absolute control of her body, Wes slid two fingers up inside of her. She screamed out his name that time and she felt the rush of hot, wet, sticky pleasure as it covered his face.

  Wes continued to gently move his fingers inside of her while she wiggled and whimpered. When at last her body began to calm down, he pulled out his hand and reached up and took her face between his palms. He pulled her down into another hot kiss. This time she could taste herself all over him and smell her own excitement and it went straight to her head. She could feel her nipples tightening and her pussy throbbing and her nerve endings readying themselves for another ride of a lifetime.

  “Your turn,” she said in a raspy voice that was almost a whisper. She stood up on shaky legs and pulled him to his feet by his hands. Once he was standing in front of her, she kissed his chest, put her hands on his waist and turned him around, nudging him down on the bed. His cock was standing straight up at attention and she could actually see it throb. She reached for it and began to stroke him, sliding her palm from the tip to the base. She started out slowly, but picked up her pace with each thrust of his hips. She leaned down a little further then and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She let her tongue swirl around it before opening her lips wide and sucking him in slowly...but completely. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair, getting a grip on it so that he could hold her in place while he thrust his hips up and down, pushing his cock deeper into her throat each time, threatening to choke her with it. Her eyes were tearing up, but she didn’t stop bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with his movements, and delighting in each erotic noise she caused him to make. She sucked him until she felt like she had to breathe and then she let him out of her mouth slowly, hearing the pop and watching his cock slap his stomach as it fell out of her mouth. She moved down further and began to lick his thighs then. He growled out her name when she ran her tongue across the sensitive skin between his balls and his ass, and then he let out another strangled groan when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around agai
nst her tongue. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her up on the bed, flipping her onto her back in one quick movement. She moved her thighs apart, but he pushed them open even further before positioning himself in between her legs and pressing the thick head of his cock against her soaking-wet lips. She let out a long sigh and then a gasp when he pushed it into her.

  Wheelie began pushing and pulling his thick cock in and out of her, filling her up and then leaving her empty and wanting more. She was rocking her hips up and down and each thrust caused a ripple of sensations to flutter through her body and stoke the fire burning in her core. He picked up his pace slowly, eventually stroking in and out of her so quickly that she barely had time to take a breath before he was slamming into her again. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around him, loving the way the muscles in her legs melded into the ones in his back. She was moaning and he was groaning, and every so often he’d lean down and lick her lips or shove his tongue roughly into her mouth.

  She reached back and grabbed the hard cheeks of his ass, gripping onto them and using the grip to hold him inside her just a little longer each time. She felt the orgasm building inside of her and she opened her eyes. He was looking down at her with an intense look in his brown ones and sweat collecting on his brow. Again, his lips sought hers out and just as his tongue began to tangle up with hers, she reached her peak. Her cries got trapped in his mouth and throat as the orgasm rolled through her. He waited until she was beginning to come down off her high before pulling all the way out and flipping her over onto her stomach. He was back inside of her in an instant and now each time he plunged into her, his body slammed into her butt and made a loud slapping noise. His hands reached around and grabbed onto one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging it while the other hand searched down the front of her body until it found her clit. He rubbed it in circles with his fingers while he fucked her.

  She was almost delirious with pleasure and when she came for the second time, she could tell by the ragged pattern of his breathing that he was getting close to his own release. He gripped her hips so tightly that his fingers were likely to leave an impression, but she didn’t care. He pulled her back into him harder each time until all at once he yelled out her name, and the sound of it echoed off the walls and into the stillness of the night beyond.

  Almost as soon as he finished, Wheelie collapsed down on top of her and she felt the full brunt of his weight, but only for a second before he rolled to the side. She turned to face him, and he kissed her softly, sighed, and wrapped her up in his arms. She couldn’t decide which was better, the sex, or the way he seemed to love to touch her. She relaxed into him and closed her eyes. Sleep claimed her quickly and she slept peacefully and dreamlessly until about four a.m., when she was woken by Wesley making sounds like he was in pain. She reached over and turned on the light. He was still sleeping but his face was pinched up in a grimace and he was scratching at his arm. It looked like every one of his muscles was tightened and she was afraid to touch and startle him.

  “Wesley...wake up...Wes...” Finally, she touched him on the shoulder. That simple touch caused him to sit bolt upright. His eyes flew open and she said, “I’m sorry. You were having a nightmare, I think.”

  He looked confused for a second and then he rubbed at his eyes and said, “I think...it was a memory.”

  25

  While Wheelie sat on his bike at the ranch, waiting for the rest of the guys to finish gearing up, he thought about the dream he’d had the night before. It was similar to the one he’d had before that, only this one felt more real. It started with him lying in bed in the room upstairs in the clubhouse. He was in a state of semi-sleep where the noises around him were like background noises, in a movie. He was relaxed, and there was nothing to be worried or hyper-alert about...or at least that’s how he’d felt at the time.

  He could hear the water running in the tub in the bathroom and the occasional scuff of a boot outside the door. It was only when the footsteps sounded like they were inside the room that his senses began to wake up and take notice...but it was too late. He felt a hand on his arm, covered in leather. He tried to open his eyes, but realized in a panic that something was covering them. Something was covering his entire face. He couldn’t breathe. He felt a prick and a sting in his arm as he tried to fight off whoever or whatever it was. Someone was sitting on his chest and holding a pillow over his face. They were suffocating him and suddenly all he could think was that he was going to die. Without oxygen, his body tried to give in quickly...but then, he remembered the woman in the other room. He struggled, hard...but in only minutes his body felt slack, his limbs tingled, and a fog began to descend all around him. He was sucking in the minuscule amounts of air that seeped in around where the pillow was pressed against his nose and mouth...but it wasn’t enough. The darkness won, at least for a little while.

  He didn’t know how much time passed, but he remembered waking up and once again sucking in a big breath. That time the air went into his lungs, just slowly. His chest hurt and his eyelids were so heavy that he could only pull them open a slit. He could see a shadow in the room and once again he fought to sit up, but this time his body wasn’t even trying to cooperate. Then suddenly he felt a warm, thick liquid being poured across his body. He could feel it soaking into the mattress underneath him, and it was choking him. He had to close his eyes again and as soon as he did, he was pulled back down toward a deep sleep. He remembered thinking that he didn’t want to fight, he only wanted to sleep, and that was the strangest part of all.

  “Hey, kid, you okay?” He looked up at his VP. Handsome was parked next to him and standing there now, pulling on his gloves.

  “Yeah. I think I’m starting to remember stuff from that night. It sucks, though—it’s like a dream almost.”

  “What do you remember?”

  “Being in bed and then someone holding me down, putting something like a pillow over my face and sitting on my chest. I remember feeling something sting my arm and then I got really groggy. I think I remember the blood being poured over me too.” Wheelie shuddered.

  “Damn,” Handsome said, giving him a sympathetic look. At least the VP seemed to have come around to the idea that he didn’t kill Pam. “You can’t remember seeing anyone or anything at all. though?”

  Wheelie shook his head. “Just shadows.”

  Handsome straddled his bike and put the key in the ignition. “It’s a start, I guess. Hopefully we can find something out today.”

  Wheelie nodded just as he saw Dax coming out the door of the clubhouse with Gunner. Dax had that intense look he got in his blue eyes when it was all about business. Wheelie had always thought it so funny how Gunner had the exact same face as his brother. Their father had some damned strong genes. Of course, that made him think of his own brother. He knew that he and Christopher looked almost exactly alike. All he hoped as he got older was that the genetic similarities ended with looks.

  “Okay,” Dax said, addressing the crew of twelve that he’d hand-picked for the trip. “It’s a three-and-a-half-hour drive when the traffic is light, but we probably won’t be that lucky.” It was just after six a.m. and a weekday. Wheelie figured they’d be there around eleven a.m. at best. “When we get there, I want a show of force around the garage. Hawk and I will do the talking. I don’t know these guys, Hawk does. They are supposed to be friends of his.” Dax looked over at the old biker, who had the same smug, slightly amused, look on his face that he always did. “But Bubba was ‘alone’ each time one of these murders happened, and since the last one, no one has seen him at all. There was nothing personal in his shit upstairs, no photos, letters, bills...absolutely nothing but his clothes and a couple pairs of shoes, but there is nothing extraordinary about them either. The video surveillance shows him leaving the ranch before Wheelie found the part from Buzz’s bike that night and brought it to me. He never came back.”

  “Dax, have we found any more of Buzz’s bike?” asked Tweaker, a young guy that had
been a part of the club a few years longer than Wheelie. Tweaker had been out of town taking care of club business for the better part of the last two weeks, so he’d walked back in the middle of all of it.

  “There was enough of it we recognized crushed up in the recycle boxes that it’s safe to assume someone took it apart, piece by piece. There are only two people with enough access to that shop to have time to do anything like that. One of them is Toolie, who I’ve known my entire life and the other is Bubba, who it seems we might not know at all.” Dax looked at Hawk again and then headed for his bike. If the killer turned out to be Bubba, Wheelie would want to be anyone but Hawk. As he climbed on his bike he said, “And now we have the FBI breathing down our necks. That female agent will be here today. Cody’s staying behind to take charge of that and Angel will be here, but I hope you all made sure there was nothing in your rooms that you didn’t feel compelled to do time over.” With that, he started his bike and the conversation was over.

  The men took off together, stopping twice, once in Providence for food and again in New Haven, Connecticut, for gas. Traffic was bad in places, but they had the ability to zip through most of it without coming to a standstill like the cars. They made it to New York in four hours and then to the garage where Bubba used to work and Hawk’s friends the Dueling Aces hung out. Dax was in the lead as they drove into the dirt parking lot, packed with Harleys. Three big, bearded men in leather kuttes came out of the garage as they all pulled in behind Dax, and then an older man...not as old as Hawk but somewhere between forty and fifty...stepped out. He was wearing a kutte with the president patch like the one that Dax wore. He was smaller than the three men—who Wheelie thought looked oddly like giant triplets—and he was clean-shaven. His hair was covered with a bandanna and he was wiping grease off his hands. The guys all turned off their bikes and Dax and Hawk were the only two who stepped off theirs. Wheelie could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and his heart was racing. His body was preparing for a fight that his brain was hoping wouldn’t come.