Holy shit, I think.
I'm going to have to ask him about his past. I need to find out what's up with him to know if we really have a chance at making this something more than a trick or treat one night stand.
But I don't have much time to think about it, because I barely hear him say "sweet dreams, my sweet" before I drift off into a peaceful and relaxing sleep.
Chapter 13 – Larson
The next morning, I'm awake before Brynn is up. It’s an old habit of mine since basic training— to get up early in the morning, usually before anyone else. Even though I want to fuck her again, I decide to let her rest.
It's probably rare that she's able to get a chance to sleep in. And I know she's so tired from our hot fucking session last night.
I'm letting myself into the hotel room, carrying a tray of food, when she wakes up and smiles at me.
"Room service," I announce professionally.
"Aren't you a sight for tired eyes," she says. "And so is that chocolate chip muffin you're carrying."
"I can't exactly make you breakfast, so I figured that bringing it up from the hotel restaurant would be the next best thing."
I sit next to her in bed and feed her the muffin. Then we eat the rest of the food before she says, "I'd love to stay. But I need to…"
"Get back to Caleb," I finish her sentence for her.
"Yeah," she says. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I tell her. "I completely understand."
"You do?" she says. "Because I always thought that only another parent could know what it's like to…"
She stops, apparently suddenly realizing that she might have said the wrong thing.
"To worry about a child? To take care of a loved one?" I ask her.
She nods.
I turn away, the heat burning in my face.
Maybe this was a mistake. I'm not ready to talk about it. To let anyone else in. Not after what happened. I never want to get that close to someone again.
"Do I have time to shower?" I ask her.
"Sure," she says.
I walk to the nice marble tiled bathroom— Clay sure knows how to put his lawyers up in style when they’re in town for his parties— and step into the shower, glad for the chance to break away from her. But even in here, I can't stop the aching my body feels to be close to her.
Great.
I have a fucking boner.
She comes into the bathroom as if she somehow knows.
"Mind if I join you?" she asks. "We don't have to talk."
"Sure," I tell her.
She takes off her clothes so that I can see her beautiful body again. Her curves are gorgeous. I can't believe she’s doing what I would want her to do without me even having to say a word. I'm never able to be with a woman who just lets me be me. Lets me feel things without having to talk about them, explain my feelings, or justify anything.
She joins me in the shower, and scrubs my back with the bar of soap.
"I always wonder how single people are supposed to really clean their backs," she tells me. "It's not like we can reach back there ourselves."
I begin laughing, the water streaming down my face, and so does she.
I pull her in and hug her close and tight.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better— that she couldn't be any more perfect or have any better sense of what I need and when I need it— she kneels down on the tile surface and takes my cock into her eager mouth.
I groan softly as she licks around the head and plays with my balls. Then she sucks on the tip while she moves her hands up and down the shaft.
“That’s awesome, baby,” I tell her, the “baby” slipping out without me meaning it to.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this close or intimate with anyone. It scares me. I nearly feel unable to control myself.
I want to just let go and explode in her mouth but I also want this amazing experience to last a bit longer. I take her hair in my hands and move her mouth up and down, my cock going in and out of her mouth.
“You love when my cock’s in your mouth, don’t you, my little slut?”
“Mmmm,” she says, humming against my dick as it’s crammed all the way into her mouth. “Yes, I do.”
Her face looks like she means it, and her sucking motions say the exact same thing. I look down at her big eyes staring back up at me and I can hardly stand it. I wish I could keep my cock in her mouth forever. Just jammed deep and cozy down her throat, where it belongs whenever it’s not in her sweet, tight pussy.
Holy fuck. I can hardly stand it.
I feel my cock begin to pulse. Then she puts it all the way down her throat and sucks.
"Oh, my God. Brynn. That's perfect. Just perfect."
I’m beyond capable of even dirty talking right now. I have nothing left inside me but pure, raw honesty— plus the cum I’m eager to spill into her mouth as I feel the sweet release she’s so fucking good at giving me.
I feel a twinge at the base of my balls and I start to throb in her perfect, open mouth. It’s a powerful feeling to see my cock shoved deep into her mouth, my balls on her chin, looking down at her and knowing that she’d do anything for me, that she’s literally on her hands and knees for me, pleasuring me with her lips, her tongue, her hands.
I empty myself into her mouth, moaning deep within me as she draws me out. I stay looking down at her for a second more, before taking my cock out of her mouth and rubbing it around her chin and lips for good measure.
There’s still some of my cum dripping out, and she licks up my juices. With her mouth half open, I can see my semen in there, making itself at home, except for the parts that are spilling out because I blew such a big wad that she couldn’t swallow it all fast enough.
Finally I let go of my cock. I steady myself on the glass shower door, realizing that I’m completely fucked.
It was only a fucking blow job, I remind myself, before I get too caught up in the moment. You’ve had so many of them before.
Sure, it was probably the best fucking blow job I’d ever had. And that’s likely why I’m feeling so damn attached. I have to remember to think with the correct head, and not mix my emotions with my testosterone.
Still, try as I might, I can’t escape the powerful feelings that have washed over me just like the water just did. I’m wondering how I'm going to fucking live without Brynn when she leaves Albuquerque and heads back to her life in New York that is completely different from mine.
Chapter 14 – Brynn
I don't want Halloween to be over. But it is. I've changed back into my normal clothes, and I have to go back to my normal life, whether or not I like it.
I can't be a cheerleader forever. I can't be a biker outlaw's little slut forever either.
Why not? I ask myself, as I hold onto his waist on the back of his bike while he drives me home.
Because you don't even know who he is, I answer myself.
I never got around to figuring that out. Perhaps because I was too busy sucking him off and loving it.
I ring the doorbell and Caleb comes rushing out, reminding me for the thousandth time how great it is to always come home to him— even today when it means leaving Larson.
"Mommy! Mommy!" He screams, catapulting himself into my arms.
I pick him up and twirl him around. He's still wearing that damn monkey costume. He's going to need a bath before we leave.
"Sorry, Brynn," Whitney says, as she peeks her head out from the kitchen. "I couldn't get him to take it off."
"Don't worry about it," I tell her. "I'm just glad he had a fun time."
"And it looks like you did, too," Riley says, poking her head out beside Whitney's and winking at Larson and me. "Jensen and I thank you for the privacy, by the way. We had a great night."
"Good to hear it," I say, and as I stop spinning Caleb around, he notices Larson.
"Moto-cycle-Man!" he yells, jumping up and down. "Vroom vroom! Vroom vroom!"
"How was you
r night, kiddo?" Larson asks him, bending down to give him five. Caleb happily reciprocates.
"It was capola!" Caleb announces. "No mommy!"
I’m not gonna lie— my heart swells up when he says that.
"Oh come on," Whitney says from the kitchen. "We had fun. We made cookies!"
“You’re gonna be a great mom,” I tell her.
And it’s true. I’d heard that Whitney and Harlow had had some problems conceiving at first so I’m really happy to hear that they’ll be having a baby, after all.
"Cookie! Cookie!" Caleb says, jumping up and down and interrupting my train of thought.
I swear, it’s impossible to do anything, including think straight, with a toddler around. But I sure do love him, so he’s worth it.
"Tell Miss Whitney thank you," I tell him.
"Tank you! Tank you!"
His little cheeks are rosy and he looks as happy as if it was already Christmas. I’m glad he had a good Halloween night, even if he spent most of it in bed. I’m definitely glad nothing else happened after Larson and I left.
"What happened with those clowns was really creepy," Jensen says, as if reading my mind. "I mean, not just regular Halloween creepy, but really fucking scary."
"Yeah it was," I agree. "I'm so glad Larson chased them off."
"I know they've been wreaking havoc everywhere," Jensen says. "But I hope they weren't purposefully targeting us for some reason."
"I think they're just, like… trolls?" I shrug. "No rhyme or reason for what they do."
"Sounds more like terrorists," Whitney says.
"I agree," Jensen nods. "They should be treated like that because they scare people for no reason. And their bad behavior is escalating."
"Can I talk to you outside?" Larson suddenly asks me.
"Sure. Whitney, can you…"
"Of course," Whitney says, before I can even finish the sentence. "I can definitely keep an eye on my little buddy who thinks hanging out with me is capola."
"Cookie!" Caleb says, running over to hug Whitney's legs.
"Okay, we'll kiss and make up," says Whitney.
And Riley looks at me and says, "Looks like Mommy might be doing something similar."
Chapter 15 – Larson
I pull Brynn onto the porch and kiss her as soon as the door closes behind us.
I can't help it. I know it's fucking foolish. But lust— and infatuation— make people do foolish things.
I’m starting to think I could actually be in fucking love. For the first time in a long time. Which is sooner than I ever thought it would happen, because I never thought it would happen again.
And I never thought it would happen like this. Instant attraction. Instant love. Or at least instant deep like. On Hallo-fuckin-ween.
It doesn't make a lot of sense. But neither do a lot of things in life. So, I don't fight it. I just go with it. And it feels so fucking good.
I’m in like with Brynn Elliot. It’s probably too soon to say love, but I’m definitely in deep fucking "like" with her.
"Listen," I tell Brynn. "I know you have to go. You don't have a lot of time. But I want you to come back."
"But I…"
"I know," I tell her, putting a finger over her full, sweet lips. "You don't even know me. So that's why I need to tell you. I had to leave because the cops would probably arrest me if they came to Riley's house."
"Why?"
She's looking at me with those fucking gorgeous eyes of hers, wanting an explanation. I know I have to tell her, even though I never thought I'd want to talk about it with anyone.
But I’m not ready to tell her everything. Just enough so that she understands that I had to go but that I want to see her again.
"There was something that happened," I tell her.
She's still staring at me with those fucking killer gorgeous eyes.
"In my past. It’s over now, but it still haunts me. And I’ve been determined to make it right ever since it happened. I might not be the most beloved in man in the world by law enforcement.”
She can't comprehend it, and I don't blame her. I just pull her close to me.
"Just listen,” I tell her. “I’m telling you more than I’ve been able to tell anyone. Because I want you to come back. But I’m not at the point where I can talk about everything that happened."
"Okay," she says. "Sure."
"I have to be on my best behavior or I could be taken in for a very long time,” I tell her. “I don't think that what I did warrants arrest, due to the reason I had to do it, but the law doesn’t always care about one’s motivations for doing things.”
"I see." She nods again. "So, you couldn't have…"
"…been seen beating up some asshole clowns," I confirm. "Officially, I have to stay away from anything like that. But behind the scenes, I make things happen. The Desert Dogs and I, we protect this town. I promised I would protect you. And Caleb. And I will."
She looks up at me and I kiss her again, soft and gentle this time.
"I also felt I needed to tell you because I have a lot of enemies and I don't know if they're connected to any of this," I admit.
I hope she's not mad at me, but it feels good to get it off my chest.
“What do you mean, connected to this?” she asks.
“To the craziness that’s been going. The clowns. The attempted burglary. The fact that they wanted to beat me up. I don’t know, it’s all so strange…”
"Don't be silly, Larson," Brynn says. "They're chaos-creating clowns. There is no rhyme or reason to what they do. If there was, then it could be related to me just as much as to you."
"How could it be related to you?" I ask.
"I don't know," she shrugs. "But Caleb's father is pretty crazy. And I got a weird vibe from Clay Tucker."
"Yeah, that guy was a definite creep," I agree. "And he seemed to have a thing for you."
"You picked up on that, huh?" she asks, with a wink.
"I have to admit I was a little jealous. But I knew that the head cheerleader had to end up going home with the star quarterback. That’s just the way things are meant to be."
She laughs, and I'm so glad things are normal between us.
"Don't blame yourself," she says. "Don't feel guilty. Because I could too. Or anyone could, really. I mean, it was at Riley and Jensen's house. Maybe it had something to do with them."
We look at each other.
"Jensen's mom does have some sketchy men in her past,” I venture, “that he's not made close friends with, to say the least."
"But it's over," she says. "It's nothing. I was just using Jensen and Riley as an example of how anyone and everyone might wonder if they did something to cause this. Any normal person would. But that's why the clowns do it. They want to stir drama and create confusion. They want us to wonder, ‘Is it me? Is it him? Is it her?’ and probably to turn against each other. We'll just be giving in to them if we start thinking that way."
"The last thing I want to do is give into those punks," I agree.
"So, let's not. Let's just focus on good things," she says.
Now that I put some of my issues out there and she’s been so receptive of them, I feel as if a burden has started to be lifted from me. A dark spell in my heart is beginning to be broken.
"Alright. Done. Starting now I'm focusing on seeing you again. So, when are you coming back to see me?" I ask.
"That depends," Brynn says, as Caleb opens the door and comes running out.
"Mommy!" he shouts, pointing at my bike. "Mo-to-cycle!"
"When can you come to New York?" Brynn asks me. "Because I think it's your turn next."
Damn it. That girl knows how to drive a hard bargain. Leave it to a lawyer to know how to negotiate.
I’m not a city dwelling type of guy. I’d be so out of place in New York. But if there’s one thing that would get me there, it’s Brynn. Just like she managed to get me into a fucking Halloween costume. Seems there’s nothing that girl can’t get me to d
o. Apparently, I’m pretty fucking smitten.
Chapter 16 – Larson
I’m at the club house with some fellow Dogs when my phone vibrates with a text message alert. My heart fucking races, thinking it has to be Brynn. I tell myself not to look at it— if any of the guys saw me, they’d think I was so pathetic— but I know I can’t resist. I haven’t seen her for over a week and it’s driving me crazy.
I miss your big cock, the text says.
Holy shit.
Why can’t she be here, right now, for me to bend over and take?
I miss your wet pussy, I’m in the middle of texting back, but Jensen comes over and says, “Hey Larson, these clowns seem to have settled down, right?”
“Looks that way,” I tell him, trying to act nonchalant as I shove the phone back into my pocket. “I mean, there have been some graffiti incidents and some punks getting dressed up like clowns still and running around downtown, but, it seems to just be kids trying to keep the Halloween spirit up a bit longer this year. What do you think?”
Jensen shrugs.
“I don’t know.”
He looks a bit worried, so I can’t help but press for more info.
“What does that mean?”
“Bob Wright said he’s heard rumors that the clowns are still up to some stuff. Petty theft, roughing people up, that sort of thing. But nothing as crazy as on Halloween night.”
“I see,” I tell him.
This is troubling. I’m glad nothing major has happened but I wish these clowns would disappear for good.
My phone vibrates again. I can’t help but sneak a peek, pulling it slightly out of my pocket.
You must be riding, Brynn’s new text says. When you get done and get my text, think about riding me next… on your bike.
Hell yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about, I think, and then I notice Jensen looking at me strangely.
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