by Jessie Cooke
“They knew it was him?”
“It was the same M.O.; she was strangled with a piece of yellow rope and her body was posed for the motel staff to find her the next day…but this time was different. He left his DNA in her, something he’d never done before. It was his ‘Fuck you, catch me if you can,’ in my opinion.”
“How did they catch him in the first place?”
Hunter chuckled. “He killed one girl that fought him like a tiger. There happened to be an undercover cop in the room next door, on a completely different assignment, and he heard the commotion. The cop caught him off-guard, which is probably the only reason the cop is still alive. Unfortunately, the girl was already dead. There had been another murder just a few nights before at a motel just up the road, same M.O. They charged him with both murders.”
“So, if the M.O. was the same, why wasn’t he charged with the other…what…dozen?”
“Different states, he was crossing state lines. If he hadn’t jumped bail, the Feds would have stepped in, and charged him with the rest. As it turned out, they stepped in afterwards and now they’re just a pain in my ass.”
“You never caught him?”
He sighed. “Not yet. But Dax’s brother-in-law, who is a good friend of my cousins, introduced me to Dax and over time, this club has made me an honorary member. Riding a bike and being affiliated with a club, especially this club, gets me into places I’d never been able to go before. I’ve been working with the Skulls for a little over a year now. I’ve learned a hell of a lot from these guys too, and I’ve brought in four fugitives with their help. I’ll cross paths with him again someday…” His eyes went dark once more and he added, “Neither God or Satan will be able to help him when I do.”
The kid with the huge brown eyes was about to ask Hunter another question when the prospect with the broom in his hand interrupted them. “Hey, Levi, Dax is asking for you.” Levi gave Hunter a nod and then slid off the stool and headed for Dax’s office. Hunter let his eyes roam the room, giving a wave or a nod at a few of the guys and finally letting them rest on one of the finest asses he’d ever seen. The ass belonged to one of the club girls named Tracy, and Hunter had been trying to get into those jeans for months. Tracy had the hots for one of the older guys in the club, but from what Hunter knew about the situation, he had an old lady and only tapped Tracy’s fine ass once a month or so. She’d turned Hunter down cold the first time he hit on her. He wasn’t used to being turned down, especially by the club girls. They loved him. Tracy had become a challenge, and he had the feeling he was wearing her down. He finished his beer and walked over where they were shooting pool.
“Hey, Hunter,” one of the girls said, looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat.
“Hey there, Lacey. Hi, Tracy.”
Tracy turned her dark eyes on him and smiled. “Hey, Hunter. You on the prowl tonight?”
“You looking to be prowled?”
She giggled. “Yeah, baby, but not by you. I’m sorry.”
Hunter stepped up close to her. He could smell the jasmine scent of her perfume and it made his cock jerk in his pants. “Come on, give me a chance. I can’t imagine that old dick of…”
“Shh!”
He rolled his eyes. “Everyone knows you’re ‘his’ side-chick.”
“We don’t talk about it, and his dick is not old. Trust me, it does the job.”
“Only ‘doing the job’ ain’t good enough for a fine-looking woman like yourself, Tracy. When are you going to realize that?”
She shook her head at him. “Every man thinks he’s going to do it so much better than the last one. I’m sorry, Hunter, but you’re all kind of the same.”
He chuckled. “That’s where you are Oh. So. Wrong. Give me a chance to prove it.” He saw her look around the great room and he knew he was wearing her down. She was scanning the room for anyone that might tell her old lover Rawhide that she was with him. Hunter wasn’t afraid of the old guy. Even though everyone in the club knew about him and Tracy, he liked to pretend that he was faithful to his old lady. Maybe it was part of some weird agreement they had. Hunter didn’t know and he didn’t care. He just wanted to fuck Tracy. She looked at him again and this time her tongue unconsciously traced her bottom lip. She was picturing it. “Tell you what,” he said in a whisper. “I have to go out to the shop and find a part for my bike while I’m waiting on Dax. How about you take a walk?”
She rolled her eyes, but scanned the room again. Hunter was sure she was about to give in. He winked at her and without another word headed out the front door of the clubhouse. He did need to find a new voltage regulator for his bike and Dax had given him free rein over the parts room. If she didn’t show up, it wouldn’t be a wasted trip out to the shop. If she did…she would need a voltage regulator for that hot body of hers by the time he was finished.
18
Hunter was looking under the hood of an almost brand-new muscle car when he heard the door to the shop open and close. It was late and he was sure Toolie had retired for the evening. He knew it was Tracy when he heard the lock on the door engage. He stayed where he was, admiring the V-8 engine, when she sidled up to the other side of the car and leaned in on her elbows.
“What are you looking at?”
Hunter grinned. “Well, I was admiring this beauty, but now I’ve got a whole lot more to admire.” She was leaning down far enough that he could see into the front of her shirt. The swell of her breasts over the push-up bra she was wearing made his mouth water. Tracy smiled and said:
“So, you like what you see?”
“You know I do, darlin’.”
She suddenly changed her demeanor, and pressing her breasts together with the sides of her arms she said, “So how much are you going to charge me to fix my car, Mr. Mechanic? I really need to get home or my daddy will be so mad.”
Hunter almost laughed out loud. So…she wanted to play, did she? He had no problem with that and neither did the growing cock in his jeans. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his curly hair before looking right at her breasts and saying, “I’m afraid this is going to be an expensive job, honey. Did Daddy give you his credit card?”
She pouted and said, “Yes, but I’ve maxed it out on school supplies. College is expensive.”
“I tell you what, let’s slide under this beauty and take a look, maybe I can work out a deal for you.” He winked at her and she smiled. He reached over and grabbed the creeper that was sitting up against the toolbox close to them and lay it down so its wheels were on the floor. She watched with wide brown eyes as he pulled off his boots and vest and lay down on it. He rolled it under the car, just to make the game more interesting, and a few seconds later he pushed himself back out and said, “Looks like it’s going to cost you a few grand…that is, unless you’ve got something besides money you’d like to offer me.”
“Why, Mr. Mechanic, what kind of girl do you think I am?”
He chuckled and sat up. “The kind that doesn’t want Daddy to give her a spanking when she has to tell him she maxed out the card and has nothing left to pay the repair bill with.”
Tracy stood up straight and Hunter watched in anticipation as she unbuttoned her jeans. She bent forward slightly and slid them down her smooth thighs. As she stood up to step out of them, he could see she was only wearing a tiny little white thong. “How much will this get me?”
“A look, but no touch?” He was still sitting on the creeper. She straddled it with her feet so her crotch was only inches from his face. He inhaled her scent and his cock began to throb. “An air freshener, and maybe a window wash,” he said.
She pouted again and said, “I don’t usually do this…but…” She raised up her shirt, slowly, and pulled it over her head. While he stared at the cleavage between her breasts, she reached back and unhooked the bra. His mouth watered as soon as it fell away. Her breasts weren’t as big as they had looked in the push-up bra, but they were nice. Hunter was an ass man himself anyways.
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“Nice,” he said. “I’ll have to throw in a vacuum for the car for that.”
“Really? All this flesh and that’s all I get?”
He rubbed his crotch and said, “I can get this hard looking at the calendars on the walls, baby. Unless I get to touch that flesh…”
She took another step forward and reached down for his hand. He gave it to her and she brought it up to her right breast. Hunter fondled it and pinched down on the nipple. Tracy let out a little sigh that let him know she wanted this as much as he did. With her eyes closed, she slowly turned around so her back was to him. Her ass was as magnificent as it had looked in her jeans. She hooked her thumbs in the thong and slowly and seductively bent forward as she slid it down her thighs. Hunter reached up and put both of his hands on her ass cheeks, massaging them with his palms and fingers. Tracy stayed bent forward for several minutes, letting his hands explore, touching everything just shy of the lips of her pussy, which he knew had to be soaking wet by then. When she stood up and turned back around she said:
“I’ll suck your dick if you’ll fix the car for me.”
Hunter smiled. “That’d be nice, baby, but I can get one hell of a blowjob for less than a hundred bucks. That won’t cover your bill.”
“Fine, a blowjob and you can taste my pussy if you want.”
Hunter stood up. He stepped into her and pulled her up against him hard. Tracy gasped. Putting his lips down so that they hovered over hers he said, “I want…” His lips came crashing down on hers and Tracy’s arms came up around his neck. The game was over and the hot, sweaty sex was on. When he pulled out of the kiss, he took her hand and without a word, led her to the office. Once they were there, he began to strip off his own clothes. Tracy watched, and Hunter liked the appreciative looks she gave him as he revealed each hard part of his body. Once he was as naked as her, he reached for her again and they kissed, passionately, with her breasts crushed into his chest and his hard dick boring into her soft flesh. Tracy was moaning and as soon as he pulled out of the kiss, she dropped down to her knees. Hunter took her dark hair in his hands as she wrapped her luscious lips around the head of his cock. She licked and sucked on just the head for a while, causing the rest of it to ache. He finally couldn’t take it any longer, and he waited until she sucked it in once more and then thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take the entire length. He felt it stop in the back of her throat and she began to suck. She reached up and took the shaft into her hand and as she wrapped her fingers around it, she began to stroke as she sucked. Hunter closed his eyes and held onto her hair and let the sensations flow through him. Tracy knew what she was doing, and even though Hunter frowned on cheating on your old lady, he could almost sympathize with Rawhide. It would be hard as hell giving this shit up.
Hunter let her suck and lick his cock until his balls were so tight they hurt, before he grabbed a pair of coveralls off a hook to the right of him and threw them down on the floor. Tracy didn’t need any direction. She lay back on the coveralls and as soon as she did, he dropped down in a push-up position and pushed her knees apart with his own leg. She opened them even further before he thrust forward, filling her up instantly. Tracy reached up and dug her nails into his shoulders, crying out in ecstasy before he even started to move.
He fucked her like that, in missionary position, for five or ten minutes before she screamed out in a wild orgasm and then he pulled out and grabbed her by the hips. He flipped her over easily and she got onto her knees and raised her ass in his direction. Hunter slapped it and she winced. “Hey, only my daddy does that.” He slapped her again, this time harder. He could see a red mark in the pattern of his hand on her smooth, white skin.
“Who’s your daddy?” Before she answered, he shoved his cock back up inside of her.
“Fuck! You are!” she said, pushing her hips back to grind into his. Hunter smiled.
“I am what?”
“You’re my daddy!” He grinned broader and began plunging in and out of her, hard and fast. Normally, he’d want it to last a while, but the office of the shop wasn’t the ideal place for an all-nighter. Besides, he was cutting it close to being late for his meeting with Dax. Hunter didn’t stop drilling her until she came again, and then because he hadn’t put on a condom, he pulled out and let his orgasm flow against that big, round ass. When he finished, he got up and wet several shop towels and helped her clean up. She turned to face him and gave him a big hug and then a kiss on the lips. “Anytime you’re in the neighborhood…”
Hunter smiled and smacked her naked ass one more time. “I’ll look you up, baby.”
19
“Levi,” Dax said when he walked into the office. “I’m sorry about that, man. After being gone a few days, there’s a lot of shit that needs to be handled.”
“No problem. I met a few people.”
Dax smiled. “I saw you talking to Hunter out there—what did you think of him?”
Levi raised an eyebrow and said, “He’s interesting.”
“To say the least,” Dax said with a nod of his head. “He seems a little crazy when you first meet him…and it only gets crazier from there.”
Levi smiled. “I would have been disappointed if that wasn’t the case.”
Dax reached into the top drawer of the desk in front of him and pulled out a set of keys. “We’ll wait until morning for the tour since it’s getting late. I know after that long ride, I’m beat.” He handed the keys to Levi and said, “That silver one will work on the first door to your right at the top of the stairs. You can bunk there. The gold key is to the kitchen if you get hungry in the middle of the night. Tank locks it up…” He shrugged. “Just because he’s kind of a controlling old bastard. The other is to the front door of the clubhouse. I don’t want you getting locked out if you sneak out to visit the ladies in the middle of the night.”
“Thanks. I doubt I’ll need that one.”
Dax nodded. “How long were you and Krissy together?”
“Four years,” Levi said. “She was only eighteen when I met her. She had grown up in a foster home and they were good to her, but she was done with all that…you know? She wanted to make a better life for herself. She was really smart and she wanted to finish school before we went any further, moved in together or anything. Sometimes I wish I would have pushed for it more…Fuck, I miss her.”
“I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” Dax said. “I’ve lost a lot of people I cared about in my life, but if I lost Angel…well, like I said, I can’t even imagine.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
Levi thought about what he wanted to ask and suddenly realized how stupid it might sound out loud to this man he desperately wanted to impress. “You know what? Never mind. I’m sorry.”
Dax smiled. “Whatever you say in here to me is just between us, no judgment.”
“It’s just going to sound a little…crazy, I guess.”
Dax chuckled. “Did you not just meet my friend Hunter? I do crazy on a daily basis around here.”
Levi smiled. “Well then, I have two crazy things to talk to you about. The first one is…do you believe that people can communicate with dead people?”
Dax looked like he was thinking about that and then he said, “I’m more of an ‘I don’t disbelieve anything until it’s been proven not to exist’ kind of guy. I’ve never had that experience, but if I had the opportunity, there’s a lot I’d like to ask some of the people who have left me in my lifetime.”
“I think…I feel like Krissy is trying to tell me something and at the same time, I feel stupid, saying this out loud. I don’t even know why I picked you of all people to talk to about it…”
“I have that effect on people,” Dax said with a smile. “I hardly ever have to torture anyone to get information out of them.”
Levi laughed. “Good to know. I’ve just been having these dreams since she died. They’re wild, and unlike anything I’ve ever had before.
It feels like there’s something she wants to tell me, but she doesn’t come right out and say anything…it’s just a feeling for the most part.”
“My advice would be, appreciate the time you still get to spend with her, even in a dream, and keep your mind open. An open mind in a business like the one we’re in is a blessing either way.”
“Thanks, Dax.” Levi stood up and Dax said:
“You said there were two things.”
“The second one is even a little bit wilder, I’m afraid.”
“Try me.”
“I think Cheney arranged to have my father killed.”
An hour later, Levi was in his room with a sandwich that Tank had made for him and a beer. He sat on the bed, staring at his phone and wishing that he could go back in time. It was good to talk to Dax and get things off his chest, but his late-night conversations with Krissy when she’d been alive had been the best. She didn’t always know what to tell him when he called her to complain or vent about things in the club and he couldn’t always give her all the details, but she’d always listened and she always managed to say something that made him feel better.
After he told Dax that he thought Cheney killed his father, Dax took a minute and looked like he was processing that and then he said, “It’s getting late and I still have to meet with Hunter. Let me sleep on that and we’ll talk about it more tomorrow.”
Levi had agreed, readily. He was already slightly embarrassed about talking to Dax about his dreams and his thoughts that Krissy was trying to reach out to him. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do that, but even that was becoming the norm lately. Stopping to help Zandra that night and refusing to leave her at the motel and taking her to work the next morning…all those things had been more of a compulsion, which came from a place he didn’t understand, than anything else. The world had suddenly become a strange place and everything seemed to be changing. He got up and walked over to the window. It was dark outside, but lights dotted the landscape of the ranch, coming from the houses and a huge building in the center of it all that looked like a big dorm or something to Levi. The mountains surrounded them, and he could see areas that were planted with trees or other crops that he couldn’t quite make out in the dark. Everyone he’d met so far seemed happy here and he thought that he might be too. He just wished that he’d found the Skulls and this place before Krissy died. She would have loved it at the ranch.
