by London Casey
He came forward and kissed me. A soft, sweet, romantic kiss.
He then broke away. “Let me know when and where you’re meeting him. Just so I know. Then it’s all over.”
I had no words.
The outlaw had shocked me.
The outlaw had stolen my heart.
20
HUDSON
I was a total asshole, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I gave Cora the cash. I could part with the cash. There was lots of cash out in the world to earn, steal, whatever. What I couldn’t part with was her. If she really thought for a second she was going to that meeting alone, she was crazy.
The second she sent me the info, I knew what I had to do.
I’d get on my ride and crash the meet.
Find out who was fucking with Cora.
Because when you fucked with the woman I loved… you were going to get hurt.
The meeting went over with nothing really new to report. The three Presidents had met and talked, and it was all up in the air. Not that I was fully invested in the whole thing at that point. My world started to revolve around Cora.
I left the clubhouse without saying a word to anyone.
I got into my truck and went straight to Cora’s place.
When I knocked on the door, I could sense the hesitation at her wanting to open it. She was afraid someone was there to hurt her. That really bothered me.
The door finally did crack open, and she stood there, dressed down, fucking beautiful.
Her hair was down. No makeup on. A baggy shirt, barely showing the bumps of her perfects breasts. Pants that hugged her in a way that made my cock throb. And she was wearing no socks or shoes. Just being comfortable in her own place.
“Hudson,” she said. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “It is now, sweetheart. I know you have stuff to do later, but right now, it’s my time.”
“Your time?” she asked, confused.
I stepped forward into her home without a spoken invitation. I didn’t need her to invite me by words. Her eyes and body spoke all I needed to see and hear.
I grabbed her by the face, my thumbs stroking her cheeks.
“What is this?” she whispered.
“Me showing you what you’re worth to me,” I said.
I kissed her. There was no need for anymore words. I just wanted her. The whole notion of not taking pain pills was smart—I didn’t want to be addicted to that shit. I saw what it did to other people. But there was one problem. Cora was my addiction now. She was my pain pill. The taste of her tongue, the feel of her touch, it ripped all that pain away.
The kissing only last a few seconds before it became a wild race up the stairs. I moved as fast as my injured leg would allow, my right hand around Cora’s side, touching her hip, rushing up the steps.
At the top, I gently nudged her forward, pinning her against the wall. My cock was swollen and full, and I pressed it against her lower back, making sure she could feel me. She let out a groaning purr that suggested we weren’t going to make it to her bedroom.
Fine by me.
I brought both hands to her sides and lifted her shirt up and over her head. My lips then tasted her warm, smooth skin, inching down until I was on my knees, facing her perfect ass. My hands cupped her ass as I drew pictures with my tongue at the small of her back. She wiggled and groaned, wanting more. I pulled away and spun her around, slamming her against the wall again.
“Fuck,” she cried out as she looked down at me.
I ripped her pants open and tore them down. Her pants didn’t make it past her knees before my hands were at her panties. I stripped her down just enough to expose her, using her for what I wanted. It was a filthy scene, and I hoped it made her feel that way. I wanted her to be filthy for me. Because once we got to the bedroom, then I’d make love to her. Before that, I wanted her to experience the wild outlaw one more time.
My tongue lapped against the soft wetness of her folds. Her warm honey spread all over my tongue and lips, trickling down my chin. I pressed harder against her, buried in the sweet scent of her desire. The tip of my tongue went wild against the nub of her clit as her ass started to bounce against the wall, her hips bucking into my touch.
I then kissed up her body, tasting her smooth mound, heading toward her belly.
I pulled away and stood back up, my hands coming over her covered breasts. I kissed all across her neck, leaving her own wetness on her nape. I kissed her mouth, feeling her hesitate for a second but then she lost herself in it.
So fucking beautifully dirty. All for me.
Her hands reached between my legs, gripping my cock snugly, making her claim well known.
Then, to my surprise, she took her hands away from my cock and grabbed at my leather cut. She held tight, curling her lip, looking stunningly seductive. She stepped out of her pants and underwear, now wearing nothing but a bra and her own honey. She turned herself, pulling me along, switching our positions.
Now it was my turn to get slammed against the upstairs wall, which was fine by me.
Her hands slithered down to my belt buckle. She unfastened it, opened my jeans, and tugged at them urgently.
“Off,” she growled. “Right fucking now, Hudson.”
“Damn, sweetheart, you’ve got a dirty mouth.”
“Just wait,” she said before she kissed my chin.
Her mouth then went to my neck. Her sweet little tongue flicked against my skin made me grin as my heart pounded. Blood rushing to and from my heart with feelings for her, even more blood rushing to my cock.
I kicked off my boots, then my jeans.
I stood there in my t-shirt and leather cut, my cock rock-hard, full and ready for her.
When her hand touched me, I groaned. Those fingers of hers sliding against the hardness of my shaft. Rolling over the sensitive and thick head of my cock. Trying to squeeze and push at me.
She then dropped to her knees before me, right where I fucking wanted her to be. She put both hands to my legs, her nails digging into muscle. That left my cock versus her mouth. And that was a battle I was willing to lose.
Cora came forward with gentle care. Her tongue touched me first, quickly swirling around the head of my cock. I sucked in a breath and groaned. Her lips soon followed and she closed her mouth around my cock. She stayed there, sucking, then pulled back. The feeling of her tasting me was amazing. Her lips left me momentarily, but that only lasted a split second before they were right back. This time she slid down my shaft. She gave herself a mouthful, shutting her eyes. She groaned. The vibration shot through my body and made me hiss. I wanted to let go right there, at that exact second, and give her a real mouthful.
Cora started to ease back but didn’t move away again. Instead, she got right to work. Her hands held tight onto my legs. Her mouth moved back and forth on me, finding her own comfort and rhythm, working in perfect sync. I gave her a little bit to just enjoy me, but then it was my time to take over.
I slid my right hand into her soft hair. My body tingled as I did so, amazed that the smallest of Cora’s features mattered to me. The feeling of her hair. The scent of it. Yet she was on her knees, her mouth pleasuring me. I curled my hand into a tight fist, gripping her hair tight. I pulled a little, bringing her back away from me. That’s when I thrust, showing her who was the boss. She groaned as I did it, so I did it again. And again. Gently and thoroughly pumping forward, pulling back. Feeling those tender lips against my shaft. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of my shaft. The way the tip of her tongue curled just enough, trying to coax me into a quick finish.
Not tonight, sweetheart. Not ever.
I stared down at her, my teeth gritted. I thrust forward a few more times and pulled away completely. A wet sound sounded for a moment. Cora then eased back, sitting on her ankles. Without hesitation, and her eyes locked to mine, she reached back and unhooked her bra. I broke my gaze from her pretty eyes and looked at her breasts. Perfectly full, her
rose-pink nipples hard and just waiting for my touch.
She then touched my legs again and scratched her way up my body, hands under my shirt. I took off my leather cut, and she took off my shirt.
Now we were both naked.
Her hands felt all over my face, and I grinned.
That’s when I moved fast.
I switched our positions again, putting her face forward against the wall. My hands grabbed her hips and pulled, bringing her where I wanted her. I grabbed my cock, bent my knees, and pressed my cock against her.
“Hudson, yes,” she whispered as her hips wiggled.
I felt her wet heat sliding against my shaft.
I pressed myself against her. As I slipped into her all-enveloping pussy, I sucked in a breath. She was perfect. Too perfect. She wasn’t even a diamond in the rough. She was a diamond in the opening. Just there. Beautifully perfect, even in her flaws.
I chased away any thoughts of romance and fucked onward, burying myself in her. Right there in the hallway of the upstairs of her house, I went to the hilt, holding there, my hands at her sides, keeping her in place.
“Hudson…” she groaned.
It was the only thing she could say. Other than my name it, was just noises. Groans, moans, grunts. Her hips tried to buck with me deep inside her, but I held her steady. I had her right where I wanted her.
I leaned forward and put my mouth to her ear.
“You feel me, sweetheart? Feel my cock? Feel what you do to me?”
She was able to mutter one extra word then. “Yes.”
“That’s my cock, and that’s your pussy. I’m inside you, and I’m never leaving you, sweetheart. This is all mine now. I’m going to fuck you until you can only remember my name. I’m going to leave you weak and begging for more. I’m going to protect your worries, doubts, fears, and show you how wildly beautiful you fucking are. Got that?”
I knew I sounded angry, but it was only because I didn’t know how to sound romantic. That shit just didn’t fly with me, but Cora was changing all of that inside me.
I pulled back as she cried out, and I fucked forward again. I stepped back and pulled her hips with me, bending her over just a little bit more. I stayed right there, thrusting, fucking, the sounds of our bodies colliding, building pleasure.
Cora reached back with one hand and touched my stomach. Her nails scratched at me as she cried my name. She looked back at me, her hair messy but her eyes locking right to mine. I slipped my right hand up her body and cupped her right breast. Then it was like time suddenly stopped. I thrust forward and stopped, holding there. Her pussy throbbed against me. Her mouth opened, and a hopeless look spread across her face.
She was starting to…
“Come,” she gasped in a breathless voice. “I’m… coming…”
I stayed right there, still and steady, feeling her squeeze and release over and over. Her body forced itself to move, bucking her hips and legs at me. She gasped each time she did so. She shut her eyes at one point, biting her lip.
Then she relaxed with a loud cry of “Fuck…!”
But we weren’t done yet.
I eased my way out of her sweet body and stepped back. I slipped my hand around her and walked her to the bedroom. Her left hand clawed at my back as she fell into my arms, kissing and biting at my shoulder.
I put her on the bed and fell right back between her legs. I sank deep inside her, holding there, and I began to kiss her. I kissed her for a few seconds before I started to fuck her again. She then matched my speed and rhythm, lifting her hips when I pulled back and crashed them into the bed when they fucked forward.
We were perfect together. We knew what the other wanted. I never felt that kind of wild connection before. From our eyes, mouths, tongues, bodies…right to our hearts.
When I started to come, I kissed her again. I pressed as hard and deep as I could reach, feeling myself pulsing. Cora bent her left leg, digging the heel of her foot against my ass, wanting me deep as I throbbed.
I growled as I came, groaning as I kissed her.
Even after the moment started to cool a little and I stared at her, I let out a low rumble.
Why?
Because I knew what I had to do next…
It felt good to ride again. I ducked out of the clubhouse and walked my ride to the end of the lot. There was nobody around me, leaving my ability to ride a secret. I needed to help Cora first, then help myself second. I saw it in my mind as I cruised back to the lot—all my brothers would be there, watching in shock as their almost-lost outlaw came back to them. Then there’d be no need for a vote on my position in the club.
The road gave me freedom and took away my pain.
I knew exactly how much time I had to get to the spot where Cora was meeting with David.
I wished she would have told me everything sooner. Getting tied up with some scummy loan shark was bad. But it was nothing I couldn’t take care of for her. The only risk was if this guy had some connections. Even then, the power of the cut and the name would give Cora an edge. She had been alone in everything, and that wasn’t fair to her.
When it came time that I was close, I did so, stopping my motorcycle far enough away that the thundering engine would become a distraction. I was just going to be some guy walking down an alley with a cigarette between his lips. Then I’d get my hands on David and make all of Cora’s problems start to go away.
I didn’t like the meet spot, either. Cora told me she was used to just leaving cash in her car and he’d come take it when the time was right. Now he wanted her to bring the cash to an alley? That felt wrong to me.
Good news was they were meeting behind the strip club in town. That meant I could walk right out the back door and see what was happening.
I went through the front of the club, the bouncers nodding and giving me the way. The MC controlled the strip club. If I was so inclined, I could pick out any woman in the club and get what I wanted. But I wasn’t there for teasing pleasure. All eyes were on me as I walked through the club. The heavy thudding of some washed-up rock song blared through the speakers. Two women were on stage—Ginger and Sadie. They were good to the club, and we were good to them. They were in love but still liked to have some real cock once in a while, as they put it.
I went to the back, where there was gathering of mostly-naked women. I only looked to find the door to get the fuck out of there. A few of the women called my name, but I was focused on the task at hand.
Protect my woman.
The woman I loved.
I opened the back door and stepped out into the alley. I looked left, then looked right. Down at the end, I saw Cora standing there. She was nervous, pacing, her hands in the pockets of her jacket. I wished she would have taken the gun.
I kept my back against the building. Darkness was a friend of mine in life, and it was an even greater friend right just now. I stopped at the side of a dumpster that was in dire need of emptying. It made my nose curl and my throat tighten.
A car then pulled into the alley, headlights blaring, turning Cora from a woman into a black figure cast against the lights. Then the lights went out.
The passenger door opened, and out stepped a man.
Cora stepped back.
I moved around from the dumpster, starting to close in on the scene.
If the guy in passenger seat was David, then who was the driver? Cora never mentioned to me that there would be more than one person. She insisted it was always just David.
I got close enough to see the driver as I considered my options. Two on one would be a tougher fight, but I was built to fight and meant to win.
I stepped out of the darkness into the alley as Cora talked to the man I assumed to be David.
I was prepared for a fight, but my world stopped when I looked at the driver of the car.
It was Aaron…the man who tried to kill me twice.
21
CORA
I felt like I was being watched. I was so uncomfortabl
e in the alley. But that’s where David wanted to meet. It was the first time he wanted to meet me since he first started demanding money from me. I took it on faith that it was a good sign. Maybe our transaction was finally coming to its end.
The car pulled up, blinding me with it headlights for a few seconds.
David stepped out of the car.
He was the same as I remembered.
Tall and skinny, a snakelike face, the corners of his lips always down in a frown, his eyes squinting. He had a couple scars on his face that made him look even more villainous. His hair was thinned and slicked back. He always wore a long black coat, and I was sure there were multiple weapons hidden inside it.
The second I saw him, I stepped back, fear pulsing through my veins.
But I knew better.
If I tried to move or run, he’d get me. He’d shoot me.
I forced my feet to freeze and I stood there, eyeing the man who had been stealing money from me for years.
“Cora,” he said, his voice rough and dripping with malice.
“David,” I said.
“Did you bring the money?”
“Yeah. I don’t understand why it’s so soon again-”
“Because I said so,” David cut me off.
“I don’t make this kind of money, David.”
“Yet you showed up with it.”
“And if I hadn’t?”
“Do you really want to explore other options?” he asked with a grin that shook me to my core.
I looked at the car and saw the man behind the wheel. For a second, he seemed familiar to me. I figured maybe he was David’s driver, and I had seen him before when dealing with David. But that wasn’t it. Something about him felt really familiar. Like recently familiar.
“Cora, the money,” David said.
I reached into my pocket and took out an envelope of cash. I started to hand it to David when his right hand grabbed the envelope, and his left hand went to my wrist. He tugged and showed his teeth to me like an angry dog.
