by Miranda Bee
He grabbed my thigh, sliding downward, and aggressively digging his fingertips into the fat of my ass. He kissed my inner thigh, taking in the aroma of my wet pussy. He smiled as I flinched. He nibbled my skin, grazing his teeth along the highest part of my thigh.
Don’t bite the strawberry. Don’t break the skin.
I would follow his command enthusiastically. Don’t bite the strawberry. Don’t bite the strawberry. I said these words over and over in my mind, frantically. I was trying to bide the anticipation. He was so close. It was painful.
Finally, and without warning, his thick wet tongue slid along the folds of my pussy. It was like heaven and a drug. The pleasure, an otherworldly energy of sorts, coursed through my veins. My very being was transposed to another place. His tongue slid a specific path, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. It was rhythmic.
Don’t bite the goddamned strawberry!
I groaned, like a wild creature, at his skilled tongue. I writhed under his chin. I pulled my knees up, the backs of my heels digging into my ass. I spread my legs further apart. I lifted my hips, pushing my sex against his ravenous mouth.
He pushed his thick fingers inside of me, stretching me to my limit. I felt the pressure. He lapped at me, using the back of his tongue to bring me closer to the edge. I gasped. I couldn’t hold on any longer. Still, I had to. I couldn’t let this end. I needed him to fuck me into oblivion.
He pushed harder still, anchoring his fingers inside of my slit. He was home to me. He was everything. Nothing else could ever matter more than this moment.
He looked up for a moment, sliding his fingers in and out of me. His wild blue eyes were only light to me. He didn’t smile. He knew he had left me raw and wide open. He knew he had me at his beckoned call.
I swallowed hard, trying desperately to hold the strawberry in my teeth without breaking its skin. He watched the desperation in my eyes heighten.
“There you are,” his swollen red lips curled upwards, “My beautiful woman.”
He lowered down. My pussy balked with sensitivity, the pleasure reaching a boiling point. His tongue swirled in laps, oscillating across my clit and back. I gasped.
A moan escaped my mouth. My toes curled, digging deep into his sheets. I tasted a gush of sweet juice from the forbidden fruit. It dripped down to the back of my throat. My body tremored in pleasure, under the command of his slowing tongue.
I shivered, letting the high pull me down into a free fall.
He climbed on top of me, loosening my bonds and taking the strawberry from my mouth. He bit into the ripe fruit and set the remaining crown on the nightstand. He smiled, his eyes glazed in the high of a lust opiate.
He laid down on the bed next to me. He turned to his side, pulling my limp body up in the cocoon of his arms. I leaned into his chest, pressing my ear to his heart. It pulsed rhythmically. I smiled.
“So, did you see me?” I asked.
He nodded, “Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you,” I grinned.
“You trusted me. I know it’s not easy for you.”
“I do trust you,” I paused, “completely.”
He kissed my forehead and sighed, “You are ruining my life, you know?”
“I certainly hope so.”
Chapter 14
Devin “The Devil’ Winchester
Sammy came sprinting toward my bike. I planned a nice weekend for us. Things had settled down enough that we could take some time to relax. Adam was done. The club was preparing for the convention, where we’d unload our stock to our buyer. Charlie was close to being caught, which made Sammy happy. I would have rather had a chance to meet him. I would have loved to get a minute alone with him. It was all the time I’d need.
That was what I didn’t understand about prison. Charlie would go to prison. Prison didn’t rehabilitate a person. Especially not fuckers like Charlie. Charlie would hurt someone again, and the next victim might not be as lucky as Sammy.
Shit. Maybe I could talk to Mathias about Charlie. The Sons of the Shadow was a brutal group of people, and we were even more brutal when you fucked with our loved ones. Though, I wasn’t sure how Sammy would feel about that. She wanted to take him out herself. I couldn’t blame her, either. It was like my dad. If anyone was going to get justice for the shit he did to me and my mom, it would be me.
Sammy put her helmet on and wrapped her arms around me.
God, I was so fucking lucky. I had a beautiful woman, a beautiful bike, and nothing but time. This was what the life was all about.
“Hey,” she said, “Can you find some quiet place, in the middle of nowhere, for us to stop this afternoon? I packed a lunch.”
“I know a place,” I grinned.
I thought of this beautiful meadow on the side of the highway. I’d seen it many times on this route. It was a tranquil place, with flowers and tall grass. There was nothing else for miles and miles. It was untouched by the world.
She squeezed me tight, kissing my cheek.
“Alright, we’ve got a long trip ahead of us. I hope you like the scenic route,” I said.
“You know I do, baby!”
***
I loved watching Sammy when she was happy. She loved the meadow. I watched her run through the tall grass like a child. She was smiling and laughing. She ran up to me, pulled me close, and kissed me.
“This is exactly what I imagined,” she paused, “This isn’t too mushy for a hardened criminal, is it?”
“Hey, I prefer outlaw. And, of course not.”
The bright blue sky reflected in her wide eyes as she took in the view. There was nothing but long meadows on either side of the highway. Further out, there were tall, snow-capped mountains that encompassed the entire valley.
We spent a little time eating the lunch Sammy had packed. Afterward, we laid back on the small blanket, holding one another. She stared into my eyes, searching for every truth I guarded. I did the same. Most of our deepest guarded secrets were not secrets at all. They were simply fragile truths. We each had troves of them, bundled up tight in winding fortresses.
I leaned over, brushing my lips across the tip of her button nose. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. God, her lips were perfect. They were a flawless apple-red color and full. I slid my tongue past her lips, tasting her eager mouth. I was careful to note the smell of her skin, her racing heart and the way she purred when I touched her. Every little detail was priceless. I had to commit them all to memory.
She slid her hands over my jeans, feeling my swollen cock through the raised denim. It seemed like I was more often hard than not, whenever we were together. How could I not be? The woman was an angel. Her body was incredible. From the curve of her hips to the curve of her breasts, she was flawless.
“I want you,” I said, pressing her hand down harder onto my cock.
She pushed me on my back, straddling me. She unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock free. I pushed up her skirt to her hips, grasping her ass. She guided me inside. She was wet and tight. She rocked her hips while sliding up and down.
“Fuck,” she panted.
She began to work faster, her skirt flouncing on her thighs as she pulled me into her cleavage. I slid the collar of her top down, licking her areola with the tip of my tongue.
I came hard as she screamed out my name. She had never been so loud. It was so fucking hot. Being in the middle of nowhere, she felt free to do so. She came soon after me, clenching my hips tightly in her thighs as her body shuddered.
***
We made it to Jackpot just before 6 pm. Once we were settled, we christened the hotel room. Sammy took a shower before we spent the night playing slot machines. Sammy came out of the bathroom dripping wet, her body and hair wrapped in a towel. She strutted across the room, clearly feeling persnickety. She took the towel off her head and shook out her hair. I started to get hard just looking at her. Fuck, at some point we’d have to stop fucking and actually gamble. Right?
She stood at the side of the bed, letting her towel drop to the ground. Now, I was really hard. Her bare tits were a small motion from my lips. I sat up in the bed, turning towards her. I put my hands on her hips, kissing her breasts. I made my way to her hard nipples.
“I love that you’re cold right now,” I groaned.
“I bet,” she said, “I love it that you’re hard right now.”
“Oh yeah?”
I pulled her into my lap, guiding her pussy onto my cock. She gasped, tilting her head back.
“Yeah, I love it,” she panted, “you’ll have to save me some for later, though.”
She flashed a playful grin.
“Don’t be cruel, darling,”
“I’ll take care of you, later. I promise. We really should gamble at some point, don’t you think?”
I shrugged, “I can be quick.”
“Fuck off, no you can’t,” she laughed, “And I love that about you.”
“You’ve got such a potty-mouth! I think I need to spank you.”
She kissed my cheek and sighed, “Later.”
We got dressed quickly and took a shot of whiskey. It was a celebratory shot. This was our first trip together as a couple. It was nice.
I planned this trip on an impulse, though everything was working out quite smoothly. The casino resort wasn’t too crowded. It was beautiful. Our room was incredible. We’d spent a lot of time in the jet tub, fucking and soaking, and talking.
Sammy was a lot of fun to be around. She was opening up to me. I was opening up to her, too. I wanted her to know exactly who I was. So, she knew I had guns. She knew I ran with The Sons and that my activities weren’t exactly within the scope of the law. That’s as far as I went, though. A small trickle of information would have to suffice because I couldn’t tell her that I was a murderer.
Of course, I had my code. I didn’t hurt women or children. I didn’t even hurt nice guys. I hurt dumb-fucks who deserved it. Would that be enough, though? I didn’t want to risk losing her. Eventually, I’d have to tell her. I just couldn’t find the words. I looked at her beautiful smile and those shining green eyes, and they’d steal the words right out of me.
She was so fucking perfect. I couldn’t lose her. I loved her.
We got our first round of drinks and headed for the slot machines. I was a Blackjack man, myself, but Sammy had never gambled. She wanted to do the slots. My baby gets her way. That was a new amendment to my code.
Sammy did quite well on the penny machines. She won five hundred dollars within the first half-hour. Of course, she was blistering drunk within the first half-hour, too. She spent her winnings in less than ten minutes on a five-dollar machine. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She was just happy.
I convinced her to come upstairs, and I got her to bed before she passed out. She was so drunk. One thing that I hadn’t expected from Sammy was that she was also a horny drunk. She kept grabbing at my nipples or my dick as I attempted to walk her back upstairs. It was hilarious.
I looked over my shoulder at the Blackjack table as we headed up the stairs. I planned to come back once I was certain she was settled. That’s when I noticed something so shocking, I almost didn’t believe it. Maybe I was seeing things? A thin man with dark hair approached the Blackjack table. It was a face that I recognized.
Adam Johnston. What the fuck? Didn’t I just bury that asshole?
I tightened my grasp on Sammy and helped her back to the room. I kissed her on the forehead as I tucked her into the bed.
“Hey, hey, are you coming to bed?” she asked, her words slurred.
I went to my duffle bag, grabbing my XD and turned back to Sammy. Before I could even answer, she was already passed out. I laughed for a moment. Tsk. Lightweight. I kissed her forehead again and pulled the covers up to her shoulders.
My heart was in my throat as I made my way to Adam. Either Mathias was becoming senile, or he had lied to me. Why? That was a question, and I didn’t actually want the answer. I knew it would be nefarious. I knew the answer, already. The corruption in the club wasn’t imagined, it was Mathias.
But why? Why would he do this to his own family?
I jogged downstairs. I sighed in relief. Adam was still there. He hadn’t seen me. I stayed a few yards away, watching him as he lost a good chunk of cash. Fuck, this man’s vice would kill him. Losing money like that, money that wasn’t yours to begin with, was a dangerous hobby.
Finally, he slipped away from the Blackjack table with an empty beer in his hand. He was going to take a piss. This was my opportunity. I followed him unnoticed. He walked down an empty hall to the men’s bathroom. I waited a moment before slipping inside. He was in one of the stalls. There was a loud snorting sound in the last stall.
“Adam,” I called out.
He froze. He didn’t so much as breathe. It was an instinctual reaction. I had him cornered. He knew it. I kicked the door in on the last stall. Adam had a little mirror and straw in his hands. He stared up at me wide eyed. I pulled my gun out and pushed it against his temple.
He trembled.
“Why in the fuck are you still alive?” I asked.
“Please, please. He said you wouldn’t bother me anymore,” he begged.
“Who said that?”
“Abraham!”
“From The Snakes?” I paused, “He can’t make those kinds of promises.”
I slid the barrel of the gun down the side of his head and jabbed it into his neck.
“So, why shouldn’t I kill you? You’re fault Oliver is dead, isn’t it?”
He looked up at me and sighed, “You really have no idea?”
“No. Tell me.”
“My father wouldn’t pay off Abraham or Mathias. So, they had me do something else. Think about the ambush. How in the fuck do you think a little shit-head like me got the information? Don’t fucking shoot the messenger, as the saying goes.”
“So, you’re saying you deliver intel to Abraham, for Mathias?”
“Yes. I didn’t go into this for that reason. I just wanted to borrow some money. Of course, I got fucked and lost everything. It wasn’t until my father had a meeting with both of them. He said I wasn’t worth the money. He left me there at the clubhouse never expecting me to leave. At least not alive, anyway.”
“Spare me your sob story.”
“Listen,” he paused, “If you’re going to do this, just do it fast. I have no loyalty to The Snakes or The Sons. I’m a fucking loser, and I can’t control myself. It was either work with them or die.”
I pulled my gun back, “If you talk to ANYONE about this little meeting, you will wish you had never been born. It won’t be fast, I promise.”
Chapter 15
Sammy Wood
It started out as an amazing weekend with Devin. MaryAnn was right about rules and breaking them. I was so happy to let Devin in. For the first time, I wasn’t alone. By the end of the trip, he was distant. He wouldn’t say, but I knew something was wrong. Something had happened. He dropped me off in front of my apartment with a curt kiss on the cheek and sped off.
I tried to shake it off. I knew there were still things he wasn’t telling me. I would press him about it, later.
By the time I got to my front door, I was horrified. The door had been kicked in, the bracket ripped from the frame. I cautiously stepped inside the door, looking around the living room and then behind me. Someone had broken in. It was Charlie. Who else could it be?
The couch cushions were flipped up, papers from my desk strewn about and the television smashed. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, ready to call 911.
“Charlie, if you’re in here, why don’t you come and face me like a man?” I called out, “Or are you a chicken-shit?”
I pushed myself up against the side wall to turn the corner down the hall. It was clear. I made my way toward my bedroom. The door was open. Inside, I found my drawers overturned and my clothes all over the floor. The painting over my headboard had been vandalized. The word, �
�SLUT!’ was scrawled in big red letters with lipstick.
I reached into my nightstand. Miraculously, my gun was still there. I grabbed it, holstering it at the small of my back. My hand trembled as I unlocked my phone. I began to dial 911. I was interrupted by the buzz of an incoming text. It was from an unknown number.
“Oh good, you’re home. Sorry ‘bout the mess.”
“Charlie?”
“Yes, love?”
“What the fuck?! The police are closing in on you. I hope you like prison.”
“Ouch. Not very nice. Listen, I’m not asking for a lot. I just want to finish what we started.”
“Fuck off!” I texted.
“You know, your little boyfriend does complicate things. I wonder what our superiors would say about your budding romance.”
“You’re insane, Charlie. Why don’t you turn yourself in?”
“His name’s Devin, right? I can’t believe you’d chose a piece-of-shit criminal over a guy like me. I don’t really think you’re a slut, though. You’re just confused.”
“If you come anywhere near me, you will regret it.”
“We’ll see.”
My heart raced. Twenty minutes passed and the fear hadn’t dissipated. I called Devin numerous times, but he didn’t answer or call back. I thought about calling the police, but clearly, Charlie was trying to blackmail me. He would turn me in if I called. I would lose my job, and I could go to jail. Devin could go back to jail. I wouldn’t do that to him.
“Fuck!”
I called Devin, again. There was still no answer. He had to be home by now. I wondered if I had done something wrong. He did seem rather disinterested by the end of the weekend.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I hurried around the house, double checking the windows and back door. I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and shoved it under the doorknob on the front door. It was a lousy fix, but I wasn’t sure what else to do.
I needed to wait for Devin. He would know what to do.
