Learning Couple

by Laran Mithras

  I stabbed several fingers but didn't break skin. "Ack... Ow... Eh..."

  Gunner wheezed. "Do it long enough and you can pick out what to grab without stabbing yourself. You should see Grannie go at it. I swear the old broad is faster than a rattlesnake."

  I looked around, panicked. "I hate snakes."

  His laughter turned harsher. "I do too. Nasty things. I always run 'em over if I see one on the road."

  I shivered and pulled the metal box down. Water whooshed on inside and I heard jet sprays blasting the walls of it.

  Gunner waved me off. "Get out of here. I'll see to putting those away. See if there's more to unload, though I doubt it."

  "All right."

  There wasn't. Trucks and vans were parking and bikers were wandering around. I went back inside.

  Grannie was at the bar. "You wash my utensils?"

  "Yeah, Gunner told me how."

  She appeared satisfied. "Drink?"

  "Sure. Scotch."

  She gave me a dry look. "Now how did I know that?"

  "You ever get any other type of Scotch in here?"

  She cackled. "Johnny Walker not good enough for you?" She poured a tumbler.

  "Actually it is; I was just wondering."

  "Not unless you stock it yourself. Anything better than Johnny Walker gets a bit pricey."

  I lifted my glass in salute. "Thanks." I turned to the pool table; Donna liked to hang out there. At the moment, she was nowhere to be seen. I did see Kristy, though, leaning over and whispering to Tequila. I glanced towards the front door.

  Tequila must have gotten up when I did because she was at my side a few seconds later. She gripped my arm. "Hey, mister."

  "Hmm?" I looked at her. Out of my peripheral vision I saw Kristy following Ghost down the right hall towards his office. Oh, am I being occupied? And for what? What is it she can't tell me?

  Tequila gave me a sexy eyebrow. "I've been horny all day for you."

  I chuckled. "Me?"

  She whispered, reaching down and rubbing my jeans. "How about you let me give this a massage?"

  I was a little distracted by being perturbed about Kristy. But my body reacted. Feeling it hardening, I sighed. "Sure, why not?"

  Her smile brightened and I could see that if she was running interference, at least she wanted to and would enjoy doing it.

  I followed her shapely form into the bedroom she liked. I briefly wondered what whores used to call this room home. Or work.

  She shut the door and attacked my belt and jeans. "You used to be on the heavy side, Jimmy."

  I had. Two hundred and forty-one pounds had given me a gut. It was gone now with only the slightest swell remaining. I had lost almost forty pounds. "Yeah, wasn't eating right."

  "Oh? You go vegan or something?"

  I laughed. "Fuck no. I just stopped eating processed foods. And dinner."

  "Don't you go hungry?"

  I shook my head in dismissal as my cock hit the air. "Maybe occasionally. I just drink more Scotch." With that, I swigged down the rest of my drink. I had downed it pretty fast and already felt a happy swimming in my head.

  She gripped my rod and squeezed as she leaned up to put her mouth to mine. After a lengthy kiss, she broke off and panted. "I sure like how you kiss."

  I laughed. "I sure like how you stroke."

  She giggled. "Did you really think I didn't want you flirting with me?"

  I nodded vigorously. "It was all over your face."

  "Not for you."

  "Looked like it to me."

  She pouted. "I always smiled at you."

  "I thought you were being nice."

  She blew out a breath of frustration. "What's a woman gotta do to get noticed?"

  "So... What's going on with Kristy and Ghost?"

  She stopped stroking. "Oh, shoot."

  "Yes, I saw."

  "But I really did want to do this."

  "That's fine. I might throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out after you tell me."

  She started to giggle, but stopped. She licked her lips a couple of times. "Jimmy, I think she just has to get something out of her system, is all."

  "She won't tell me."

  She opened her mouth as if to answer, but just shook her head. "I... really don't think you have anything to worry about; she adores you."

  "And do you tell Big Pizza about your attraction to me?"

  "Of course."

  I gave her a sardonic look.

  She pursed her lips and just looked at me.

  I pushed her away, towards the bed. "Get your jeans off."

  Her eyebrows did a little dance and she undid her jeans.

  I stroked myself, watching her. She wants it? I'll give it to her.

  She started to lay back on the bed.

  I shoved her down and grabbed her pussy. I inserted fingers and rubbed my thumb over her clit.

  Her eyes and mouth flew open in surprise, and she let out a gasp. Her heavy mascara called to me in a way different from Donna. There was something so feminine about the heavy application that said, "Take me."

  I worked my fingers in and out and over her clit, getting her good and ready. She might have been a little chunky, but her curves were all feminine and made my dick twitch.

  She closed her eyes, her mouth open, and her pulse pounding visibly in her neck.

  I couldn't hold back any more. I climbed over her, trembling with raw need. I took hold of my cock and rubbed the helmet down over her clit.

  She groaned and arched her hips up at me.

  "You want to get fucked?" I didn't let her answer. I rammed it in, driving every inch I had into her open pussy.

  She cried out in surprise and wrapped her arms and legs around me. "Oh, fuck yes..."

  I wasn't stopping. She felt soft and wet inside, burning with heat and need – just like mine. I hammered her down into the bed and watched her boobs move in large swirls beneath her shirt. "Get your shirt off." I didn't stop my abuse of her pussy, but I did let her get her arms free to remove her top.

  Her large breasts came into view and I used one hand to maul one while I tried to beat her pussy into submission with my dick. Her nipple was hard under my skin and I pinched at it.

  She groaned and began thrusting back against me just as hard as I was giving it to her. Even though I was on top, I began to wonder who was fucking who.

  I increased my efforts until the sound of our skin slapping together and our fierce grunts filled the room. It was the rawest fuck I had ever given – or participated in, because she was giving under me as good as she was getting. Her black hair was plastered to her forehead and she looked up at me with slutty eyes. I loved it.

  But then she closed them, her teeth showing in a grimace of pleasure and effort. Her breath whistled through her teeth and she said with effort, "Yes, do it. Harder."

  Harder? What the fuck? I was amazed she was taking it as hard as she was. All right, whatever. I growled with effort, as if I was lifting my bike off the ground. I forced my cock into her so hard I was sure the outside of her pussy was going to be bruised.

  Her eyes rolled up in her head and her mouth began opening and closing. Her pants became moans and then she began shivering. She groaned, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck... yes!" She lurched up at me and clawed, her neck bent so the top of her head was against my chest. She convulsed and heaved, bucking against me with such force that I went still for fear of falling out. Her pussy clamped and squeezed on me with a strength I had never felt before from a woman.

  She groaned low and tremulously, "Oh... fuck yes..." She flopped down.

  I began moving again, a little slower and easier, but deep and hard enough to move her.

  She smiled up at me, shaking her head. "Wow, I needed that."

  "Liked it, huh?"

  "Better than I imagined." She pulled on me. "Give it to me."

  Her words, her mascara, her raw mature sexiness latched onto me and yanked. I heaved forward, deep and pressed my cock as
far as it would go. The act was one of tension and my cock swelled inside her. Her sighs of contentment as I pressed it so deep was enough. Without moving, my orgasm burst from my dick into her depths.

  She appeared surprised, then smiled with satisfaction. "That's it; fucking empty yourself in me." Her hips moved, milking. She groaned happily, then shook herself, laughing. "Um, I sure hope you're willing to do this more than once."

  I chuckled. "Kristy said I should use you instead of Donna."

  Her smile widened. "She told me. But you don't have to give up Donna if you don't want to. As long as I can have some of this."

  "Your husband won't be mad?"

  She laughed. "Uh, no. He thought Gripper goes too easy on me."

  That made me bust up.

  There was a knock at the door.

  I pulled out and stood. "Yeah?"

  Dragon leaned in, her face not even registering my cock was standing out and dripping. "Dealer's office, now."

  CHAPTER 12

  I didn't know if I was in trouble or what. The officers waited in Dealer's office. Other than the president, Sonar the vice president was there, Twenty the sergeant at arms, Big Pizza the captain, Gunner the chaplain and also Gripper the enforcer. Smiley the secretary came in after me and shut the door. The only officer not present was Ghost.

  I wonder what Ghost is into? I made a face thinking about it.

  Dealer was the only one sitting. I remained just inside the door, waiting. He said, "Events are about to go into motion." He fingered the slip of paper Sixgun had given. "I've already briefed the others. But you, Jimmy, are going to make yourself available at a moment's notice. We have here the address where this contract agent is staying. How do you propose we remove him without making it look like a hit by the Bandidos?"

  His look told me he already had a plan. He was wanting to see if I had anything intelligent to say. Instantly, I thought of a good way. "Make it look like the Surenos. Leave a strip torn off a blue Pendleton."

  His smile bloomed without any sunlight in it and he chuckled silently.

  Sonar and Twenty were nodding approvingly, and sharing looks.

  Dealer leaned back. "What do you know of Ace's disappearance?"

  "Nothing, other than it was probably the Surenos. Makes sense they should keep taking the blame."

  "Smart. We figured the same thing. If any entity should face being cracked down on by the government, we want to make sure it's the bad guys." He cleared his throat. "Even if we were responsible for Ace's disappearance."

  I felt a cold wash of chills run down my back.

  Dealer was still looking at me, fixing me with his stare. He said, "Twenty, do it."

  The sergeant's fingers snatched up the slip of paper. He nodded to Gripper and both left.

  Dealer steepled his fingers and regarded me. The others wore suspicious looks. "You know I thought you were a government agent once."

  I felt my eyes widen. I put a hand to my chest. "I'm no government agent. Everything I do, I do for the club."

  They all stared at me.

  I opted to remain silent. These were officers; I was just a prospect.

  Dealer finally said, "On call. Understand? Keep your phone on. Be ready to come the second I call."

  "I will."

  He made a motion with his head. "Get out."

  ~ ~ ~

  I didn't know what was going on. I didn't know if I was in some kind of trouble or what. Having all the officers stare at me had been unnerving. Did they believe I had been complicit in bringing the agent here? My initial report of his presence was some ruse to make myself look good? Why were they suspicious?

  I fretted back at the trailer, pacing and wondering if I had given some kind of signal that I wasn't to be trusted.

  Kristy was asleep. I had told her nothing and felt relieved when she had shouldered past me to go to bed. Let her stew in whatever jealous juices she had; I had other things to worry about. I tried to sit. I tried to lay down on the couch –but each attempt had me up. A gnawing worry permeated everything I did – everything I tried to do. I felt as if I wanted to crawl out of my skin.

  The weariness of the day pulled at my eyes as if they were hooked to leaden weights. I finally collapsed on the recliner and just sat, staring dully at the black TV screen.

  I must have dozed. No, I must have slept. The buzzing of my phone jolted me into a state of total incoherence. I fumbled for it. I had a message from Dealer.

  Randall McCloskey: go now to Rt4 out of town. Make a left on Doolans Creek. Follow until you see vehicles parked on the left. No bike no colors

  I tapped my response.

  Jim Butcher: on my way

  I frowned. Why not my Harley? I grabbed up my keys from the kitchen counter. I opened the door to the trailer and heard a muffled question from the bedroom. Kristy would have to wait.

  I got into the Suburban, feeling the familiarity of the seat, and also the new, crushing presence of walls all around me. I'm caged. Is this a fitting end? Am I driving to my doom?

  I followed the simple directions, knowing Route 4 started off of Hill Street. I turned onto Route 4 and drove up the winding road into the upper mountains. I wasn't sure about Doolan's Creek, but I watched for it.

  My headlights swept the trees through the turns, illuminating the bare branches of some of the pines like skeletal fingers and bones. Darkness was all around as no homes or even cabins crowded this stretch of road. I passed some lurid green signs along the way, but none of them were Doolan's Creek.

  Then I saw it in passing. Non-reflective like the others, this street sign was old. A deep green and dull, I passed it. I stomped on the brakes and came to a stop. I checked the rearview mirror. No one was behind me and the blackness behind said no one was coming.

  I put the Suburban into reverse and let off the brake. Sliding smoothly back, the big SUV moved back down the slope. The dim street sign passed me on the left. I braked and stopped. With a hand I didn't realize was clammy, I shifted back to drive and turned the wheel. My foot trembled as I hovered over the gas. I pressed down and roared up the side street through the trees.

  The road wound back and forth, climbing through switchbacks. I felt as if any minute, Saint Peter would greet me at the Gates of Heaven. But only darkness greeted me. My headlights swept back and forth until the road straightened out.

  I began to wonder if I had missed something when I saw the first flash of red. Then another. Vehicles appeared out of the gloom on the left: a van, a truck, an SUV. I slowed, then passed. I pulled over to the left ahead of the last vehicle.

  I was one step out of the Suburban when a form appeared out of the darkness. A quiet voice said, "Jimmy?"

  "Yeah."

  "Follow me."

  It was so dark, I could barely see anything. There were no streetlights out of town and the blackness of the forest around me was like several black blankets. The lack of sound was almost deafening and I felt myself straining to hear anything beyond the footsteps of the man ahead of me.

  I asked, "Where are we going?"

  There was no answer.

  Boots on pine needles, gravel and even dirt provided me assistance to the almost black form leading me somewhere. My eyes almost seemed useless, no matter how hard I tried to widen them for light.

  Eventually, minutes later, or seconds, I saw a dim light ahead. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, suggesting light where there was none, just for comfort, but the light clarified into a window with yellow curtains. We were approaching a cabin.

  Wood shapes appeared in the blackness. All around us, the woods were silent. I could hear every puff of my breath and the solitude of being so far away from the regular noise of civilization. There was no background hum of electricity through power lines. No distant traffic noise. No dogs barking. No distant banging of doors whether they be of cars or houses. No muted sounds of television or music.

  All of it was absent. I felt as if sound were being drawn out of me to fill the
yawning void all around me and yet it hungered for more.

  The man in front of me turned out to be Gripper. He opened a dark door to a sudden spill of light.

  Senses of normalcy rushed back in on me as I eagerly moved into the light and away from the darkness. The cabin was larger than it appeared. Dusty cabinets lined one wall and nothing else of furniture was on the floor except two lonely items packed with presence: a wooden table with a lamp on it; a sheet of plastic on the ground on which sat a chair. A gagged man was tied to it.

  Around him stood Twenty, Dealer, Sonar, and Gunner. Behind me was Gripper.

  Dealer's face moved in shadow as the lamp flame moved slightly and cast lurid shadows. "You made it here fast. Good."

  I took a step forward.

  The man in the chair was the agent I had fingered at the Daily – the masquerading tourist. He was wild-eyed, staring at me with recognition. His mouth was fully gagged.

  Dealer moved around in front of him. He had papers in his hand. He moved over to the table with the lamp and tilted the papers. A soft amber glow reflected there, almost blinding me. He said, "Thomas Green, employed by CMC Corporation. Responsible for thirty-nine confirmed kills. Four others unconfirmed." He shook the papers at me. "Courtesy of Sheriff Jefferson's connections."

  The man in the chair – Thomas – grew more panicked. His eyes shone in terror. He looked primarily at Dealer, though he spared me a few pleading looks.

  Sonar added, "Several gang members, but also several brothers from other clubs."

  I waited, unsure what to say or do. Am I included in all of this?

  Dealer approached me, coming close with his face. "So, Jimmy. How far are you willing to go to safeguard Keystone? How far are you willing to go to keep the CIA from bringing drugs in and destroying lives?"

  I had no answer. But I felt the expectation. I felt the anger from those in the room who were Iron Crows. Faces stared at me, five deadly serious bikers and one frightened man tied to a chair.

  What did I do to come to this? I was a loner. I kept to myself. I had no friends. I had no trouble; I was clean. No drugs, no thefts, no joyrides, no vandalism. I found a woman I loved and we married. And Dealer raped her.