Too Rough For Love

by Adair Rymer

  “Don't worry. I'll handle it,” he said. I couldn't help but worry! Although, seeing him smile immediately made me smile. If anyone could handle it, it was Remy.

  “Listen, I see now, all the things you've done for me. I just want to say thank—” Abruptly, he swept me up into a glorious kiss. I've been kissed before, but never like this. It was sharp and passionate and wonderful. His lips were dry and cracked but I didn't care. Our tongues teased and trespassed. He bit my lip lightly. I sighed heavily, my breath stolen. The beating I'd taken by Rio turned Remy's every touch into crackled lightning across my face. I could've stopped him, I think, but I didn't mind the pain. It was thrilling.

  My mouth was abandoned. The slow scratch of his rough chin scraped down my neck, occasionally broken by his firm lips, or even more sparsely, by unyielding teeth. I ran my fingers through his hair and my nails over his neck and corded shoulders. He grabbed me easily in one arm, lifting me off the truck to hang in the air, pressed against him. He held me there and dragged his lower lip across my collarbone.

  I crushed my legs around his rigid frame. My heels clipped the handle of that big revolver he kept in the back of his waistband. He could've let go completely and I wouldn't have fallen. The more I touched him the less I could let go. My head rolled back and before I knew it he was on top of me on the bed of someone's weather-worn pickup truck. The rear shocks groaned and gave way to the weight of our bodies before springing back up, we hardly noticed. His hand on the back of my head shielded me from the impact. Beer cans and what sounded like loose scrap metal rattled around in the bed.

  I tore my shirt off, we were past decency. I could see the compassion drain from his eyes. It was replaced with something more primal. That familiar spark of danger. My lower back snapped into a wicked arch as his tongue made smooth lines from my navel to across my ribcage. He lost himself in the slightly salty taste and scent of my supple skin. I could feel his teeth more and more. I liked it.

  Still, I was mesmerized by the scars. He had so many, not just on his chest but his back and sides too. What did this to him? I wouldn't ponder long. His hand clamped down on the crotch of my pants and in one quick jerk tore them down to my ankles. Fuck, this was really happening. Okay, but not strictly on his terms.

  I had to fill both hands full of his dark brown hair to have the strength I needed. I wrenched his head backwards. My pussy screamed for his touch so much that I was actually trembling. I would have to wait just a little longer. The surprise etched across his face was worth every agonizing second. He wanted it. I could feel how bad he wanted it. It was right there, but he couldn't have it.

  He watched as I moved my ginger fingers across those pink lips. Playing lightly in practiced rhythm. I knew what I liked. I think the only reason he didn't overcome my feeble defenses was because he studied me. My every flick, rub and pinch burned brightly into his memory.

  Enough was enough, he tore his head free and dove for me. I scooted out of the way and flipped him onto his back. Oh really? He didn't need to say the words. An entertained chuckle and smile accompanied a soft glare that said okay, give me your best shot. So I did. I had the feeling he was always the one doing the fucking.

  I walked out of my discarded pants and stood naked before him. The bar scene came to mind and my hips started to move all by themselves. A near inaudible Mmmmm sound escaped him. I'd wanted to dance for him privately since the second I crawled toward him across the bar. My cruelty knew no bounds, I rubbed myself all over.

  My hands pushed up his tight thighs, to either side of the massive bulge of his crotch. My nimble fingers unbuttoned the length of his jeans. With every freed button, I feared the added stress pressing out from his escaping cock threatened to pop each remaining button off completely. His pants intact, I slid them to his knees with a shadow of the force he'd used on me. His revolver flopped out comically. I'd forgotten all about his gun. He smiled and watched me nervously pick it up and gently place it further in the truck.

  He propped himself up on his elbows to watch my every labored motion. It was unbelievably hard to control myself and keep to the slow speed I'd set. The thin layer of ash grey briefs could barely constrain his hard-on. He flexed and his cock straightened. I shook the images of it sliding into me aside and just grabbed it.

  His cock throbbed in my hand. I pulled the fabric back and plunged deep into the back of my mouth. Careful to avoid using my teeth I bobbed slow, working the bottom with my hand. Then faster. I maintained eye contact with him the whole time and I could see his impenetrable walls cracking. My hands and lips worked his wet flesh. I squeezed and sucked and pumped until at last his head lulled back and finally, he broke.

  For a moment I thought that was going to be it, he was going to cum and that would be the end. How wrong I was. When I worked my tongue around the tip of his swollen head he pulled me off both him and the truck with violent force. I thought we were under attack again. He spoke not a word.

  I could feel his hard cock grind against my thigh and the lips of my pussy as he squeezed us together. We came down so hard onto the hood of a car parked next to the truck that I'm sure we left a sizable dent. Remy didn't care, he'd submitted fully to insatiable lust. He was going to fuck me through this car.

  I tried to get my bearings but it didn't matter, he was a force of nature. My eyes glazed over with every thick hot inch that he pushed into me. Jesus, he was big! I could tell it was taking everything he had to just ease in but once he was fully in, there was no stopping him. He slammed into me again and again. That thick, hard cock filled every part of me. My stomach contracted, I could only take in rapid shallow breaths and for fuck's sake I couldn't stop my moaning.

  He was a machine that was set to escalation. Faster. Harder. His nails digging into my ass as he slid me forward, then violently pushed me away. The car's hood was slick with sweat as he manhandled me. My pussy lips vibrated as his mushroom tip crashed against my cervix. I couldn't think. It was just a blur of motion and strength and sweat.

  I wanted him to rip me in half and when he thew my haphazardly flailing legs over his shoulders, I swear to god, he almost did! I screamed immediately. He pushed in so deep, I thought the lump in the back of my throat was his cock. His dark smile cracked wider. Then he dived back into my neck. He had my throat in his teeth. I wanted it so badly I could cry.

  “Fuuu—!” My words betrayed me, not that they were worth saying or in my control, regardless. I held on for dear life while spurring him on. I was fucking a killer. My every fiber tingled. I pushed my head back as far as my pitiful neck would allow. Orgasms rocketed through me with soul crushing force. Muscles I didn't know existed contracted. My pussy tightened like a slick vice around that throbbing piston. He wouldn't stop.

  Two, three, four. I felt like a rocket ship leaving the earth's atmosphere. His dick and these orgasms were shaking me apart. There would be nothing left of me after this. I'd woken this demon and now I was going to burst!

  Right when I thought I couldn't take any more he pushed on much farther. He melded my body into his. We were one. His corded muscles melted my quivering stomach. His pecks pressed fiercely into my tits. His coarse chest rubbing against my nipples. And so much heat. I'm surprised the car didn't catch fire.

  Remy's face finally flickered with ecstasy. That carved on smirk, at seeing how completely enthralled with him that I was, crumbled. He screwed his eyes shut and buried his head in my welcoming chest. His cock slid out and streaming white cum exploded all over my stomach. It was hot and strange. I felt dirty and amazing! I didn't want it to end, even if I knew I couldn't take anymore.

  He laid next to me, his cock stood defiantly. Seeing the moonlight glisten off his filthy, sweaty body as he pulled in those heavy breaths was indescribable. I could turn into more of a puddle than I already was and just melt. I tried to stand, and although I knew I still had legs, fuck if I knew where the hell they were.

  I gained my strength and tried again to get up and clean myself off
but Remy's strong arm laid across me. I was going nowhere. Then he scooped under me and pulled me on top of him. Fuck! I just can't, not yet! His hard cock mashed vertically against me. The slightest touch of his bent thigh along the sensitive lips of my pussy racked me with shivers. He felt it and that horrible smug smile clawed its way over his face. He was torturing me... and I loved every agonizing second.

  We just looked at each other. This bliss, it couldn't last. We both knew. It was insane to think that this—us—could survive in such a harsh world. He drew me in tighter. My hair matted against his chest. What would become of us?

  Eventually I found the strength to tear myself away. I gathered my clothes and found his shirt. It was stained with blood, dirt and who knows what else.

  “May I?”

  “Yeah, that's a burner now.”

  When we cleaned ourselves off I laid back down next to Remy. Next to this man that couldn't exist in my old world. This is where I was meant to be. Here, with him, everything felt right. It was all worth it. My aunt and uncle, Top, Muse, Rio, the dancing, everything. Every damn bit of it. All that horror drove me into his arms. One day in his world and my soul had hardened.

  “So does this make me your old woman?”

  “It's Ol Lady.” Remy chuckled and squeezed my thigh.

  Quick footsteps pattered down the pavement toward us. Remy shot up and reached around for his gun before realizing that it was in the bed of the pickup truck. He slid up his pants and dashed toward the truck but the bikers were on him before he could reach it.

  I gathered up the tangled mess of my clothes and hid behind the car. I would help if the opportunity presented itself but I knew I'd just be in the way or a distraction. I needed to trust in Remy and let him do what he did best. Well, the thing he did second best.

  Remy was outnumbered two to one but that didn't deter him. He fought like a cornered animal. I was thankful but I still found it odd that none of them used weapons. There were plenty in the bar and I could see that Skinpipe had a knife. Was it some code of conduct?

  He immediately knocked Skinpipe on his ass and focused on Tee. Why was Tee out here? I thought they were friends? If Remy was going to be attacked, I figured it would've been by just Rio's thugs.

  Apparently that weaponless code of conduct didn't apply to me. It was the wheeze that caused me to spin on my heels and probably even saved my life. Rio was back with a knife and looked like a villain from a horror film. He was all poorly wrapped hamburger meat. His face was a red pulpy mess and his one remaining eye was dulled by single-mindedness. He must've been high on something because after the beating he took by Remy there was no way a normal man would be even walking around.

  He either still had it out for me or was just trying to wound Remy anyway he could. I threw myself out of the way, his thrust skewered the sheet metal, side panels of the car. I dodged but the creep was hot on my heels. I wanted to scream for Remy but he already had his hands full. I narrowly slunk away and was barely able to out pace Rio for the moment. I dove into the back of the pickup and frantically started searching for Remy's revolver.

  Rio reached over the side of the truck's bed and slashed at me. The very tip nicked my thigh. It hurt like hell. I didn't want to imagine what he would do when he caught me. He walked around to the back of the truck and stepped up on the bed. I kept searching. My situation was growing desperate.

  He loomed over me, knife at the ready. In my fumbling I finally came across the handle of Remy's gun buried in some trash and jagged scrap metal. I whirled it around and my eyes screwed shut as I pulled the trigger. I hit Rio squarely in the chest. The freakshow tumbled off the truck.

  The bang was way louder than I thought it would be. Remy and the other two guys broke off the fight to regard me.

  “Rio!” Skinpipe yelled.

  “Fuck.” Tee put a hand over his head, no doubt wondering how he was going to explain this to Deadeye.

  Remy walked up and took the gun out of my shaking hands. I'd just killed someone!

  “Remy, this has gone way too fucking far!” Skinpipe was in mild shock.

  “Top put you up to this?” The way the words came out, Remy could have meant it as a question or a statement.

  “Yeah, of course! He's your brother, Rem. He's just looking out for you. This bitch has you all fucked up, man. Pretty pussy or not, she is a witness to a murder, that you committed! She's gotta die, bro. You know we're right!” Tee pleaded with Remy.

  “Holy shit, the motherfucker is still alive! Tee, get over here and give me a hand,” Skinpipe squealed and ran over to Rio.

  Remy pointed the pistol at them, stopping their progress.

  Skinpipe had his hands out. He'd seen first hand through Rio what Remy was capable of. “Easy! You know the rules. Throwin' down is one thing but weapons are strictly not allowed!”

  “When Deadeye finds out that Top went behind his back, they're going to nail you all to the wall too, Tee.” Remy ignored Skinpipe and let the words hang ominously.

  “C'mon Rem. Deadeye is on his way out. Everyone knows it. He just wanted to stretch his muscles in there, for old times sake, is all. Shit, especially now. If Rio goes down, Top'll probably go national.”

  “Top's not going to let this loose end stand. She'll be dead within the hour.” Remy was talking more to himself than the other two.

  “Yeah so what?” Skinpipe barked. “What's some bitch when it comes to family?”

  “Rio is no family of mine,” Remy growled, grinding his heel into Rio's chest wound. The monster was barely sucking air. Spasms riddled Rio's body. He couldn't find the vocal chords to scream but he did find the strength to stop convulsing when Remy put the gun barrel to his forehead.

  “Rem, you pull that trigger and every single Steel Veins chapter will be gunning for you. That's not a war you can win, man. Just walk away and let me do what needs to be done. I'm begging you, bro.” Tee took a few slow steps toward me.

  Remy stood straight, pulling the gun away from Rio. This decision came down to the life he'd always known. Brothers, by blood and by patch, or me: a stupid girl he'd only known for a day. I stopped myself from calling his name. I might have been able to sway him if I said anything, but I knew if I really was in love with this man, I would have to let him decide for himself. Even if that decision was to turn his back on me. Even if I had to pay for my silence with my life.

  “All pity choked with custom of fell deeds. And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell, shall in these confines with a monarch's voice.” Remy quoted from something very familiar to me.

  “Remy...” Tee nervously reached for his gun.

  “Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war.” Remy's eyes burned. He had made his decision.

  “Remy No! Don—” Tee wasn't quick enough. Remy raised and fired twice. Tee crumpled in a heap and Skinpipe's head exploded. Then Remy looked down at Rio.

  “That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.”

  Rio's eye went wide as he tried to gurgle out a protest.

  “We all groan.” Remy fired.

  “That passage, was that Shakespeare?” I asked stupidly, in a daze from all the violence.

  “We don't have much time until more come out to investigate. We need to go.” Remy ignored me and searched the bodies. He took whatever he deemed valuable then grabbed my arm. I could see the concern for me etched across his face. With those three gunshots Remy had closed a long chapter in his life.

  “Star, things are going to get really bad. I don't know if I'm going to be able to protect you through what comes next.” His intensity startled me.

  “What comes next?” I was almost too afraid to even ask. He pulled me along towards his bike. My legs were still weak from the sex. It was only after he'd helped me on that he answered.

  “Deadeye is going to send kill teams out for me and this time it'll be so much worse. He's going to unleash the true monsters. The bad
dest men the Steel Veins have available. They're going to be ruthless, Star.”

  “How can you be so sure?” I asked. Remy's face hardened even more, and then kissed me. It felt like it was for the last time. That had me really worried. He kicked up the side stand and started the bike. The engine almost muffled his reply. I almost wish it had.

  “Because I led those teams.”

  Kill teams? I'd seen how easily Remy was able to kill and had I not seen him throw everything away to save me I would have feared that I could be next. Even still I couldn't shake the feeling that there was still so much about him that I didn't know. Murder is the type of darkness that doesn’t shed so easily from the soul. What depths was he truly capable of in pursuit of what he thought was necessary? What kind of monster had I fallen in love with?

  As darkness and uncertainty took us, I squeezed him with everything I had left. Muse's place was a shining speck at our backs, danger closed in at every turn and the odds were stacked heavily against us. We made our decision. Let them come.

  END OF PART ONE

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Adair Rymer is a hard drinking woman with limitless violence in her heart and fingertips. Absurd and obscene life experiences have forged Adair's affinity for decadence and depravity and all the squishy wonderful bits floating in between.

  She's been lost in the mountains of Peru, stoned in the green death of the Amazon jungle, set on fire in the Argentine sun and sliced up in the wastelands of Canada.

  Adair loves her beautiful Kawasaki ninja and filthy, filthy sex. She's also keen on a hot cup of Coca Tea.

  She's survived her life a thousand times but barely, and hopes to do so a thousand more.

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