by Jessie Cooke
As they kissed, he lowered her down to the bed behind her and then he lay down next to her. His strong arms were still holding her and his sweet lips and sexy tongue were still making love to her mouth. Zoe completely forgot about Krissy and how wrong what they were doing had seemed only moments ago. It felt too right to be wrong, and she was beyond the point of objecting.
As Levi deepened their kiss, he moved her so that her back was pressed into the bed and he let his hands begin to explore her body. He started with her shoulders, massaging them and tracing his fingers across her collarbone. She felt his mouth leave hers, but then it was back on her body, on her neck, licking and kissing and sucking all the way across it. He slid his lips down further and licked across her collarbone as he took one of her small breasts in his hand. He touched it like it was something precious, sweet and gentle, giving it a little squeeze before he bent down and licked her nipple. Zoe’s body convulsed and Levi licked her nipple again and then held onto her little breast as he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned and arched her back up off the bed, at last putting her hands up and tangling them in his shoulder-length hair. His hair was soft and silky and she loved the way it felt between her fingers. He sucked harder on her breast and used his other hand to reach over and twist and pull on the other nipple. Zoe was panting and moaning and writhing underneath him as she pulled harder at his hair and breathed out his name. The more she said his name, the more intense the ministrations with his mouth became. He used the sides of his teeth to scrape across her rock-hard nipples and bit and nibbled at the sensitive skin that surrounded them. She was at the point of losing her mind when she felt one of his hands sliding down into the front of her panties. He quickly located her swollen clit and began to flick it with his big fingers. She was almost screaming out his name at that point and the more excited she got, the rougher his lovemaking became. He pinched her clit between his fingers and pulled at it until she was on the verge of exploding and then he shoved a finger up inside of her pussy and began to move it in and out. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She needed to come but it felt almost too good. She was overstimulated and when he slid in a second finger, she actually screamed. Zoe wasn’t a screamer, so that surprised her, but Levi seemed to love it. With a mouth full of her flesh he said:
“Yeah, baby…scream for me…. let everyone in this building know how good I make you feel.” He crooked one of his fingers and hit her G-spot, and that sent her plummeting over the edge with another scream. She held his face to her chest with her eyes closed while he continued to work her pussy and she soaked his hand and her panties. Her orgasm came in waves, and each time she thought she was finished, another one would wash over her and her body would begin to shiver and shake once more. By the time she was finished, not only were her panties wet, but there was a huge wet spot on the bed underneath her. When she opened her eyes, he moved his mouth off her breast and looked up at her with those huge, brown eyes. They were filled with desire and he watched her face as he fisted the panties she was still wearing in one hand and ripped them off. She braced herself as he pulled himself up and she felt his huge, hard cock against her thigh. She remembered from the day they showered together how big he was…No, that was a dream. Wasn’t it? She looked down between them and saw his cock pressing into the top of her mound and the bottom of her stomach. It was thick and the bulbous head was red and oozing with his lust. Maybe it was a dream and maybe it wasn’t. She didn’t care. She wanted to feel him again, or for the first time…whatever.
She put her legs up, resting her feet on his back, as he took his thick cock in his hand and pressed it into her. She gasped as her walls tried to open to accommodate him. She was so wet that he should have slid in easily…but he was so big that he had to work himself up into her a little at a time. While he was doing that, he leaned down and kissed her again. He let his tongue move in and out of her mouth, like he was fucking her, and that only turned her on more. She started rocking her hips against him, taking in an inch more of his hard cock each time. Levi licked her lips and then moved his lips over to her ear. He whispered that he loved her, and she felt his hot breath and shivered. Then he sucked her earlobe in between his teeth just about the time his cock bottomed out in her pussy at last. He moaned and bit down on her lobe, causing her to cry out. Levi let go of her ear and used his hands to press into the bed on either side of her head and pull himself up. She reached up and put her hands on his hard biceps and held onto them as he began to thrust in and out of her. He completely filled her up and each time he pumped into her, he gave her all he had to give. It was the most incredible thing Zoe had ever felt and she knew that she could easily become addicted to it. She lifted her hips to meet his every thrust and Levi pounded her, relentlessly. Her head was banging into the headboard with each one of his aggressive thrusts now and she could feel his cock swelling even bigger inside of her as he got ready to come. She slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders and she felt the ropes of tight muscle in his neck before sliding them up to rest on either side of his face. He opened his sexy eyes and looked down at her and smiled, just as she felt his entire body tense up…and then he pulled out of her pussy and said, “Open your mouth, baby.” Zoe did as he told her to do and Levi got up on his knees and turned around so that his cock was lying against her lips. He put his head down between her thighs and began to lick her pussy furiously. Zoe opened her mouth wider and began to lick and suck at the tip of his cock. Levi lifted his hips up higher and Zoe got her hand around his cock and scooted down slightly so that she was really able to suck it. Levi was licking her pussy and sucking and chewing on her clit as she sucked his hot, thick cock. Suddenly, with his face still in her pussy he breathed out, “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Me too,” she said, almost desperately.
“Oh yeah, baby, I’m going to come in your mouth. Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes. Anywhere you want,” she said, breathlessly. At that second, Levi began to come and Zoe did too. He licked while she sucked and a few minutes of heaven later, they were both sweaty, out of breath, and completely satisfied. Levi lifted up and turned around so that he was lying next to Zoe and they were cheek to cheek. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Levi pulled her in tightly and turned her on her side so that he could spoon her from behind, and Zoe fell back asleep. The next time she woke up, her alarm was going off at four-thirty a.m. and she was back on Levi’s couch…dressed in his t-shirt and her panties. Her heart was racing, and her breathing was erratic. Her body was covered in sweat and her panties were soaking wet. She wasn’t sure if she should be disappointed that she’d had another wet dream, or thrilled that she got to feel and taste him without having to feel the guilt that would undoubtedly come along with that. She looked over at the picture of Krissy and said:
“I’m so fucking confused. Help me.” Once again, Krissy didn’t answer her back.
15
After a restless night of sleep, and a strange and awkward morning with Zandra, Levi dropped her off at the diner where she worked and arrived at the motel to meet up with Dax and the other men, who he thought were headed for Texas. He knocked on the door to room 201 and Dax opened the door and invited him inside.
“Have a seat, Levi, and I’ll lay this out for you.” Levi sat down and so did Dax. Dax seemed to be studying him for a few moments and then he surprised Levi by saying, “I don’t need you to steal bikes in Texas.”
Confused, Levi said, “You don’t?”
“No. I told Cheney I needed the best he had at hotwiring bikes because Zack Leoni told me that’s your specialty.”
“Oh…okay…” Levi wasn’t sure what to say. He just waited, assuming Dax would give him more information.
“My father and your grandfather were allies back in the day. My dad did a lot of business in the south—Texas, Mississippi, and Memphis—and your grandfather was the president of the Defenders at the time. Your dad was a sergeant at arms when I first met him. I was a teenager a
t the time, but I remember that my father was extremely impressed with him, and Doc was hard on people, so getting noticed by him was no small task. I wanted to extend my condolences to you for your loss, and Zack tells me that you lost a lot more than your dad.”
Levi nodded and tried to clear the lump from his throat before he said, “Krissy, my girlfriend, was with him.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” Levi hesitated and then said, “No disrespect intended, but…I doubt that you came all this way, and paid Cheney whatever you’re paying him, just to offer condolences.”
“That’s true. I’d like to hear about you first, before I tell you why I did come all this way. You, and your family.”
“Okay…what do you want to know?” Levi wasn’t easily intimidated, but there was something about Dax Marshall that made him feel like a commoner in the presence of a king.
“Everything,” Dax said. “Start at the beginning.”
Levi cleared his throat and said, “Well, my Pops and some of his friends, his brothers that he fought with in Vietnam, they started this club. I grew up listening to him tell stories about their adventures. His vision for the club was a lot different than what it’s turned into. They wanted to form a brotherhood, but none of them were into anything illegal. They thought they would just be a club that rode together and partied together…but like a lot of MCs, I guess, it evolved into a lot more than that. Pops was vice president from the beginning and for a brief time after their president, his best friend, was killed in a traffic accident, he took over that role. By that time there were a lot of younger guys in the club. The brothers had thought it would be good to recruit— you know, collect more dues and all of that. Pops says that he and the original crew were quickly outnumbered by the younger guys. One of those younger guys was my father. He met my mom at a concert and asked her out when she was 22 and he was 27. She wouldn’t go out with him. She says it was because she didn’t think he’d fit in with the club lifestyle and she’d grown up in it, so it was all she knew. She’d never dated anyone except bikers. My father was determined, though. He bought a bike, learned how to ride it, and became a hang-around. After a year, he earned a spot as a prospect. My Pops didn’t like him back then. Dad was college educated and Pops thought that he looked down on the rest of them, because he was always coming up with ideas and new ways to do things, and of course he just didn’t like the fact that my mom was starting to fall for him. Pops was old-school and he liked things the way they were. Mom was still turning him down, even though she was attracted to him, because she was really close to Pops and respected his opinion. Dad still didn’t give up, and when an SAA spot opened up, he put in his bid for it. There were enough younger guys, with fresh ideas of their own, that he was voted in. He moved up to lieutenant quickly and by that time, Pops was getting sick. He had diabetes and arthritis and it was getting almost impossible for him to ride. Cheney’s father was the V.P. at the time. When Pops finally had to give it up, Cheney’s father moved into the position of president. Mom finally gave in, and she and Dad got together around the same time. Cheney was a teenager then, and Dad said he was always in trouble. Five years after his father took the position of president, the man was killed in a shoot-out with police. Cheney was an SAA at the time and someone put his name forward for the spot of president. He was voted in, since no one particularly cared for the V.P. at the time, and Dad told me that no one else wanted it. Cheney and the old V.P. butted heads for about six months and then that guy was killed in a shoot-out with a rival gang. By that time, a lot of the younger guys were intimidated by Cheney, and he more or less muscled Jackie D, who was a childhood friend of his, into that position. He’s managed to put all the people he wanted in place since then, and get most of the older guys to retire. He even put Spider, who has always been a little crazy, into an executive position just to cash in on what Spider’s family could do for the club. The old guys got tired of fighting him for the most part, but my dad was the one holdout. Dad didn’t want to be there any longer, but he and Cheney were in this crazy, heated race to see who would come out on top. Dad hadn’t done anything against the by-laws, so Cheney couldn’t remove him from the executive board and Dad knew it. He kept verbalizing his objections to our getting into businesses like…” He paused and Dax said:
“After the incident with Spider, Levi, it’s no secret that this club was cooking and selling meth.”
Levi nodded. He was fed up with Cheney and most of the Defenders, but he still felt strange talking about their private business to an outsider. He took a breath and went on, “Yeah, Dad had a big problem with us working with the street gangs to transport hard drugs, and especially our creating and selling meth. He had been a part of getting the club into selling weed and even growing and cultivating several farms back in the day, but he knew something like meth was going to cause a whole new slew of problems. He thought the money wasn’t going to be worth fighting with the gangs for turf…and he had a problem with what putting that shit out there was doing to the community. He was always vocal about it, but he was outnumbered in all the votes because the rest of them kissed Cheney’s ass. Dad got more and more frustrated and started drinking a lot. So much that he was drunk more than he was sober, and he didn’t really give a shit about anything. He might have drunk himself to death, but one afternoon he had a heart attack. It was a major one and when he woke up after surgery, my mother told him that if he didn’t stop drinking and smoking, she was finished with him. She told him she didn’t marry a coward who stayed drunk to keep from having to face his problems, and she wasn’t going to live with one and watch him kill himself. He stopped drinking and smoking. Of course, being sober made him care again about what was going on in the club, and once he recovered, he started up trying to get someone to listen to him again. Cheney and Jackie and a few of the other guys started treating him like he was a big joke, doing their best to make him want to leave. One major thing Cheney was doing was putting me on as many of the drug run jobs as he could, just to piss Dad off, I think. I’m sure it’s why he sent me after Spider that night too. I think that Cheney thought whoever took him out would get the shit end of the deal from Spider’s parents, but what he hadn’t counted on was Spider trying to kill his own father first. The family wasn’t exactly grateful to me, but they could hardly come after me, knowing that Spider would have probably come back after them to finish the job if he’d lived.”
“Zack said you saved his life and the life of his girl Nicole that night too.”
“I did what I had to do. Dax…I’m still confused. Why are you here?”
“Your father came to see me about a week before he died.”
Levi sat up straighter in his chair. His dad had been gone for almost a week, but he’d told Levi and his mother that he was scouting some new property for the club. It was one of the crap jobs that Cheney gave him toward the end, so no one thought anything of it, at least not Levi and his mom. “He went to Massachusetts?”
Dax nodded. “He was looking for a club…for you.”
“I’m confused again. He was trying to get me a spot in another club? He hadn’t mentioned anything like that to me. We had even talked about how well I got on with a lot of the guys from the Invaders and maybe I could find a way to join their club…he never mentioned the Skulls.”
“Your dad wanted to retire, but he was worried about leaving you with Cheney and the Defenders on your own.” Levi didn’t know how to feel about that. His first impulse was to be insulted. He was a grown man who could out-ride and out-shoot most of the men in the club. Why did his father think he needed his help? “Your dad was well aware that he’d made a lot of enemies in the club, and he said that he could see how that was affecting how they treated you. After they sent you after Spider, and you handled that so well, he was afraid Cheney would use you for more assignments like that…and make a killer out of you.”
“I’m still blown away that he went behind my back.”
“He didn’t look at it like going behind your back, more like just clearing a path for you. He was afraid if you chose to leave the Defenders, that Cheney would pretend to let you go. But he would come after you later. He’s the kind of guy that doesn’t seem to be able to let any slight go.”
“So…are you offering me a spot with the Skulls?”
“I’m going to offer you a trip to Massachusetts to check out the club and the ranch and see if it suits you. If so, we tell Cheney that I was so impressed with your skills in Texas that I’d like you to join up with the Skulls.”
“He won’t go for it, unless there’s something in it for him.”
“There will be,” Dax said. Levi waited for him to go on, but he didn’t. Finally, Levi said:
“I’m…honored, thank you. But there’s my mom and Pops to think of.” For some reason Zandra popped into his head. That was ridiculous, Levi knew. He’d barely met the girl. Just because he had some bizarre, pornographic dream about her didn’t make her anything to him. He reached into his pocket and took out the silver heart. Holding it between his fingers seemed to help him think straighter. He’d love the chance to get out from underneath Cheney and far away from the meth business that he was sure would bring them all down someday. But he couldn’t just leave his mother and her ailing father all alone to fend for themselves.
“Family is a big thing at the ranch. I will tell you that I’m like Cheney in one way, I hand pick the men that I surround myself with. The difference you’ll be able to see the first time you sit in on church with us, if you choose to do that. My guys are far from being yes-men. They all have their own opinions and I encourage them to voice those. Respect is still mandatory, but I don’t always get my way when it comes to how we do things, and that’s okay. My guys have all brought their families to live on the ranch and if you choose to come aboard, you’d be welcome to do the same.” Levi wasn’t sure that his mother, or his Pops for that matter, would go for it. But…taking a look at the club and the ranch couldn’t hurt, as long as he had the time off and Cheney thought he was in Texas. He looked down at the heart between his fingers. Usually when he held it, he saw Krissy’s face. Today, he was thinking about Zandra. That freaked him out a little. It had only been two months. Krissy was the love of his life, his soulmate. What kind of man am I for even thinking about another woman so soon?
