Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance

by Lorde, Liz K.

  Her heart smiled as much as her lips when she rubbed her tits together tightly for the man, letting him squeeze out every last drop. She played with the cum, moving it all around her breasts and over her bronze nipples. She kept eye contact as she grabbed a pinch of the man’s seed and sucked it off of the tips of her fingers.

  Augustus collapsed beside her, breathing hard and fast – taking her in his arms and holding her against his naked person. “You have no idea,” he huffed, “how badly I needed that.”

  “I think I do,” she kissed his lips, grabbing the still loosely hard cock in her hands. “I know … that it was sudden,” she whispered, “but it’s also something—“

  Augustus pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her. “Let’s just enjoy it,” he murmured, giving her three kisses, each with a little more tongue than the last.

  ***

  Morning dawned and the rain finally cleared. The two had drifted in and out of sleep. Jasmine kissed along the soft length of the man’s shaft, having it wake up just a little more with each and every affectionate kiss – she could hear the man muttering something in his sleep. Tightness wound deep within her, spurring her attack onwards, Jasmine slowly throated his cock – feeling it grow harder and harder inside of her mouth, letting her tongue dance along it erotically.

  Augustus’ eyes wearily opened as he moved around in the bed, looking down at Jasmine.

  With her work complete, she pulled off of the man’s hardness and crawled up his chest, letting her luscious breasts press against his person. “Hi,” she harped sweet as the songbird. “You’re looking a lot better.”

  “Getting there,” he said, lust lacing his words. “Come here,” he brought his hands to Jasmine’s bubbly ass and squeezed it tight.

  She squeaked at that, trying to bury her ever reddening face in the man’s chest.

  “You got spirit kiddo,” he chuckled, squeezing tight again. She noted how flushed he looked.

  Jasmine could feel his hardness stirring. She peered up at his eyes and a finger of warmth pressed itself deep against her heart, she placed a soft kiss on his nose. “I’ve always kinda sorta had a crush on you,” she admitted, a strange nausea overcoming her from having made the words real – they hung painfully still in the air for what seemed an eternity to her.

  Augustus’ strong lips found Jasmine’s. “It’s mutual there, Hazelnut.”

  Still never told me what that was about. Jasmine tilted her head, tracing circles along the man’s shoulder, “Tell me why?”

  His body stiffened. “Why what?”

  “Why you were … you know,” she didn’t want to say it directly.

  The man took a deep breath, his eyes drifting away from hers. Seconds passed and the reluctance to talk about it became clearer and clearer. “I …” his voice became hopelessly heavy, “lost Laura almost six weeks ago,” he confessed, still either unable or unwilling to look at Jasmine directly. His ex-wife, she realized. “She died of … and I—“ the words caught in his throat, and he laughed – he laughed a painful laugh that made you want to cry for that person because that’s how unbearable the pain was. To take refuge in audacity.

  Jasmine’s eyes glinted and she coiled herself around Augustus Lark, saying not another word. She could feel him squirming, even though he looked better – the worst was yet to come.

  “I blame myself every day,” he confided, “because I didn’t choose to be an oncologist. Because I wasn’t there to catch it, because I never, I-I never called her enough,” two tears rolled freely from the man’s eyes, as if they were the only ones left in him.

  You poor soul, you’re just a man – an amazing, wonderful man, but still only human. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, “you couldn’t stop this, don’t beat yourself up – you have to give yourself something … you’ll drown if you don’t.”

  Augustus blinked, rubbing his hand up Jasmine’s back. “When I let up,” he spoke absently, as if neither he nor she were in the room, “people die. So I don’t.”

  It was then that Jasmine realized just how broken the man was, that he sold himself to try to save the world; she just held him.

  ***

  When it was time for her to get ready for work, Jasmine quickly collected her things and got dressed, kissing Augustus on his forehead as he slept. She sauntered over to the front door, opened it and locked the handle behind her. As she went from the patio and along the stony steps, like little islands on a field of green, she had to banish the creeping thoughts of Luke invading her heart and mind.

  Opening the door to her rav4, Jasmine buckled in. Her eyes fell to the console. Seconds came and went as she contemplated doing it, mulling over the reasons as to why she should and or should not. Anger boiled at the base of her spine and before she knew it, her hand was rolling down the window.

  She opened up the console, revealing the desert rose that Luke Reynolds, biggest asshole of the world, had given her that now tainted day. Heartbeats passed as her gaze lingered, some small part of her not wanting to do away with it.

  Jasmine plucked the figurine of glass between her fingers and with a grunt she slammed it down onto the concrete, a satisfying crash following as it shattered into bits.

  Never again, she told herself. I want nothing to do with that man.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Luke - 17

  The sky was dark and the smell of smoked pork and bratwursts filled Luke’s nose as he and the gang went down to the dock. The summer barbeques were always eventful, but this year was special – it was the year that Kayla had moved back from her ‘extended vacation’ in Arkansas. She had short tomboyish brown hair and a rebellious attitude, yet her plump, round butt filled out her light blue jeans – giving away that, despite her attempts to look otherwise, she was indeed a girl. And a hot one at that.

  Luke thought himself stupid for being so caught up on her; trying to convince himself that she wasn’t truly that pretty. That she wasn’t that smart, or clever or any of the above. But out of all of his friends, she had the mind that they all envied – she was creative and funny; knew how to do things with technology that he and the boys could only dream of.

  It was Luke, Kayla, Able and Robert: they were all splitting beers with one another. Their parents never seemed to care so long as they got wasted or high in plain view of someone from the MC, they’d always get a stern talking to, but nothing would ever come from it – and the other time they’d be shamed for not being able to knock them back. It was far from traditional parenting, but damn it was exciting, Luke mused.

  His mind turned then and Luke realized how much he missed his dad. His real one.

  Able snaked an arm around Luke’s neck, squeezing hard. “One year older and you still can’t beat me,” he jested. “Lemme know when your sack drops.”

  Luke wriggled free and scooped up his beer from the dock, defiantly taking another couple of swigs. “Oh shut up, I whooped your butt in basketball,” he countered, but the words fell flat, lifeless almost. “Sides,” Luke smirked, “it ain’t about the balls.”

  Kayla had such a great, silly laugh. Even when it was directed at him. He wanted to marry that girl someday – Uncle Allen had always caught the two of them in the closet when they were just kids, playing all sorts of games and telling stories. He couldn’t help but look at her chest, especially now as his bones felt so heavy and his head felt all spinny.

  Robert downed another beer; he was the crown champ at Summer Beer-a-thon. He could knock ten down before Luke could finish four. He drank another sip of his beer, looking at the same kinds ah places on Kayla that Luke was.

  Of course Kayla had told Luke as such that she never had any interest in his brother. Luke wondered if there was something wrong with his younger brother Able then, with the way that Kayla was glancing over at him. He remembered fondly the hours that the girl would spend in her dungeon of records and CD’s and keyboards, crafting audio and all sorts of music with her computer.

  Luke smiled, look
ing over at the lake – the crickets chirping and the adults howling far and away back at the ranch. He had an idea, “Hey,” he announced, grabbing only the partial interest of the group, “we should take a dip.”

  Able nodded in agreement, but his brows furrowed, “We ain’t got no trunks Lord Luke. Don’t exactly feel like going in my boxers here.”

  Kayla perked up, smirking, “We don’t need ‘em,” she declared, “let’s get our skinny on,” she whooped, keeping her butt firmly planted in the chair. Nobody seemed to want to be the first to undress. Her eyes went over to Able and she batted her lashes playfully, why did she keep doing that? The awkward, tense moment continued for what seemed like ten minutes – but in reality, was probably closer to fifteen seconds of nervous shifting and shuffling.

  Robert was the first to break the silence, he grinned from ear to ear, “Yeah yeah,” he said in agreement, “and whoevers got the biggest balls, you’ll suck em later.”

  Kayla’s face went beet red while the boys all laughed, a second later she stood up defiantly. “Fine,” she said, “maybe I will! Too bad none of you actually have any!”

  There was only a couple of heartbeats that denoted the silence between the moments, everyone a little unsure as to if what was said had actually happened.

  Robert was the first to drop trough, “Take a picture it’ll last longer,” he boasted, pursing his lips together and making a couple of kissing noises. He then finished his beer and placed it back on the table, striking the most ridiculous superman pose.

  The boys looked away and laughed, while Kayla put a hand to her mouth and giggled, giving a quick judgement before looking away; Robert then sprang backwards, whooping mid-air before hitting the water.

  Able was next as Robert’s head came back up – Luke knew that any elation that the man might have had would quickly be snuffed. If Robert’s stones were golf, Able’s were bowling.

  Kalya howled with laughter, “Oh my god,” she nursed the remains of her beer – eyes lingering for much, much longer than they had for Robert. “Put it away!”

  Luke’s brother cannonballed into the dark blue, splashing fingers of water against Robert’s face – he spat in return and wiped his face.

  All eyes turned on Luke and the world seemed just a bit heavier, the air thicker and harder to breathe – his bones felt alien, like they were the wrong size and had been secretly planning an escape all those long years.

  Still wading in the darkness, Robert was the first to call out and encourage him, “Come on,” he said, “show us the loch ness!”

  Able gave a dry chuckle and Kayla agreed in so many words. Luke knew that it didn’t matter all that much at this point, his brother was always going to win at a game like this – and even though she had no way of knowing, there was a part of him that wondered if there was a greater game at play between the three.

  Robert called out again, “Don’t be a big P bro.” Wasn’t that the whole point of this, though? Or at least to have big B’s. Blood rushed to his head, and with pinpricks of nervousness devouring him, he stripped himself of his clothes and only remained on the dock but a moment before jumping off into the blue.

  Splashing, Luke reemerged from the water and turned around, “C’mon Kayla!” He cried, the other boys backing him up. She had her finger against her teeth, unsure as to if she should go through with it. She was wearing just a simple white tank, but even that seemed to hug her curves perfectly – something stirred below his waist.

  Kayla laughed and shook her head, “Sorry, I just wanted to see you boys naked – I’m gonna score some ribs,” she waved playfully, “buh-bye.”

  The boys came together in a chorus of complaints, Robert smacking the water with his hand, “Tease! You can’t just reneg like that.”

  Rolling her head, Kayla said “Alrighttt,” she paused, “you virgins ready?” She teased, lifting off her tank to reveal her plain white bra.

  Wading the blue, Robert protested, “Some of us have gotten some,” he paused a moment, “and you know what? I think Luke seriously won that one.”

  “No way,” Able said.

  Kayla’s brows raised a half an inch, her face screwing up.

  “Yeah,” Robert continued, “It takes real stones to bust your balls when ‘ya know your bro got you beat,” he argued, hard to disagree with that.

  Able just laughed.

  Kayla shook her head and peeled off her jeans, looking between the three boys as she freed her long, spindly legs. Luke swore to himself that they stretched for miles. “I hate to say it,” she said, undoing her bra and revealing her chest, “but I think Robbie’s got a point.” She stripped off her white cotton panties, letting them pool against the wood of the dock, and then jackknifed into the water, making a big splash.

  It all happened in one big, naked, sexy blur to Luke – the moment not lasting nearly long enough. Even in the cool of the water he could still feel a heat pulsing through his body. The moon glittered across the lake, fat and full and bright; stars painted along that black canvas like burning jewels scattered about lazily.

  At the thunders whoops of excitement and applause, Kayla waded over to Luke with an inebriated smile stretched along her face, “Guess it’s you and me, Tiger,” Kayla purred.

  Smirking, Luke waded closer: Robert had done him a solid he’d never forget.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Jasmine

  Nothing good will come of this, Jasmine told herself. Corey White, Dean of Medicine, had requested her presence in his office to discuss ‘something’ and this was not elaborated on, simply telling her that it was something to be talked about face-to-face. That meant one thing: Jessica snitched. Thoughts spiraled and spiraled some more in her mind, if that was truly what was going on, she’d have to come up with something. Damn her.

  Fluorescent white light poured from the circular fixtures above while sunshine came in from the windows. Jasmine sauntered down the long hall, passing by the glass walls of the Diagnostics department. The floor was made of linoleum, wavy black and white swirls played against one another in intricate patterns.

  Eventually she got up to the Dean’s office, pulling on the black handle of the glass double doors – moving into the vestibule. Inside were twin, dark brown benches on either side, padded with dark cushions and a small end table of magazines at the room’s corners. The carpet was soft and a creamy coffee like color; walls rich and dark, alit only by the quaint rectangular fixtures above the door. Jasmine gave the wooden double doors, which matched the walls, three solid knocks.

  A manly, middle-aged voice came from the inside, “Come in,” it beckoned.

  Jasmine opened the doors and then promptly shut them behind her, seeing Corey sitting at his desk with his hands pressed into one another, and Jessica sitting in a blue sofa chair looking back at her.

  The room itself was extravagant. The carpet that same creamy, coffee color; the wood paneling rich and bright compared to the vestibule, sunlight from a series of block windows graced the whole chamber. To one side, there was a dark coffee table with a flamboyant orange couch on one end of it, a series of chairs on the other. The dean’s desk itself was large and housed his laptop, along with several dockets and an in/out bin – the ‘in’ bin was noticeably full. Behind the man, there were silver filing cabinets; on the other end of the room, a mini-fridge and a door leading to the bathroom.

  Corey’s features were mute, giving nothing away. “Have a seat, if you would please,” his voice was low and sonorous, even though it did not come off in tone as a command – Jasmine knew that it definitely was. The man himself was quite handsome for his middle age, his nose short and pointed, his brows fine and angled in such a way that he, well, he kind of looked angry all of the time. But there was something appealing and unique about that. His hair was sleek, short and blonde, that was parted firmly to one side. He had intimidating, dark brown eyes.

  “What seems to be the trouble, if you don’t mind me asking Mr.White,” Jasmine questione
d, taking a seat in the neighboring blue sofa chair. Jessica’s nose wrinkled.

  “Of course,” the Dean replied. “Your resident here told me that a certain doctor has been using something that he—“Corey closed his eyes briefly and shook his head, rolling his eyes after opening them. “Most definitely should not be using.”

  Time seemed to pass painfully slow. She had to stall somehow. Jasmine had to fight the urge to lash out at the woman sitting beside of her. Instead, she plastered on a big, fake smile. “Mr. White, would it be okay if we talked about this in private?” I have to come up with a game plan. Jasmine’s eyes shifted over to Jessica for a brief moment; you’re not going to torch his career, I won’t let you.

  “Anything you wish to say can be said with Ms. Parks here,” he declared. Come on.

  Jasmine sucked in a breath through her teeth, “I would really be more comfortable if we didn’t do it that way.”

  “Why?” She considered her next words carefully, reminding herself to remain calm above all else. A seed began to take form.

  “For personal and professional reasons.”

  Corey shook his head, “Sorry but I want to hear what both of you have to say.”

  Jasmine sighed, “Okay. Well, I apologize in advance,” she said, looking over to Jessica, “I really didn’t want to hurt such a promising career for the girl.”

  Jessica moved her head back, “Uh, what? What are you talking about?” Getting warmer.

  The Dean of Medicine put up a hand, “Let her speak.”

  Continuing, Jasmine brought her focus back to Corey, never letting her fake veneer drop, “You see I know Augustus very well, not as well as you – but he tells me things, like, I thought it was a little weird the way that Jessica would talk to me about him.”

  Jessica scoffed, “Not once did I talk to you about him.”

  Looking over to her, Jasmine batted her eyes oh so sweetly, “Honey, there’s no need to lie – it’s all going to be out on the table soon enough.”