“I knew you were going to say that.” I said.
“I know this happened fast, you moving in and all, but I’m glad you’re here. I meant everything I said. I know what I want and I go after it. You made me proud as hell today. You just confirmed what I already knew,” Stone told me. I was flattered. I was proud of myself too. Something gave and I just did what I had to.
“Thanks. I like it here. I like you. I moved in with Bobby pretty quick so I know what I’m talking about. This feels...different. With him, it didn’t feel good. It just felt better than home...my mom’s place. Here, I feel safe. It feels like home. Is that dumb?” I explained.
“Nah. That’s your heart. I tend to go with my heart. Not my emotions, those lie. My gut, my instincts, you know?” Stone asked me.
“Yeah, I think I do. I knew Bobby was all wrong. My heart told me so. But I listened to my past and my emotions,” I said.
“Exactly. Now you’re listening to your heart. What does it tell you?” Stone asked. I thought about that for a moment. I knew but it wasn’t easy to put into words. It wasn’t easy to say the words once I settled on them.
“It tells me you’re a good guy. It tells me...I’m a good person too. My heart tells me this is where I want to be,” I said.
“My heart tells me I want to be right here with you,” Stone said. I had a sudden flash of regret and doubt. I shoved it aside. I deserved this. I deserved a guy like Stone and nothing, not even my past, was going to ruin it. I listened to my heart and it told me something else.
“My heart tells me I want...,” I began to say, biting my lip as I steeled my resolve, “...that I don’t just want to play with you tonight. I want you...inside of me.” I felt flush and breathless saying it, liberated in a way. Stone suddenly wore that smirk I found so sexy.
“Really?” was all he said.
“Really,” I replied, stood up and offered Stone my hand after draining my beer. He took my hand and followed me inside to his bedroom. Stone took me in his arms and pulled me close. He kissed me, his beard tickling my face. I liked that. I began to work at his t-shirt. We parted long enough to allow him to slip it off. Then as we kissed and Stone’s hands explored my curves, I began working at his jeans. Soon, I had the immediate object of my desire warm and hardening in my hands.
We parted and we both looked down at Stone’s erection as I stroked it. “Those hands are magic,” he told me.
“That tongue and beard aren’t bad either,” I replied. Stone waggled his eyebrows and wiggled his tongue at me. I giggled as Stone began undressing me.
“I want to eat you again,” he told me. I sighed at the thought but I resisted temptation.
“No, no, no! If you start, I won’t want you to stop,” I said and finished getting naked as Stone watched and pouted. But his outlook brightened considerably as I dropped to my knees. “You like my hands, you should try my mouth,” I told him and slid my lips around his hard cock.
“You drive a hard bargain but...okay!” he said. I looked up into Stone’s eyes as I pleasured him. I gave him the luxury treatment. I stroked his broad shaft, fondled his heavy balls and sucked on his head all at once. It was apparently having the desired effect as Stone began to leak into my mouth. “Damn, girl!” he exclaimed.
“You like that?” I asked, taking a short break.
“Yeah, use your tits,” he told me. I gestured for Stone to sit on the edge of the bed. He did and I snuggled my breasts around his thick shaft. Then I bent my head and sucked him too. “That’s so awesome. I love your body, Maria. Damn, you’re so sexy,” Stone said.
“I know,” I said, feeling my oats now. Stone smirked again at my confidence. I had my doubts but Stone made them easy to ignore. The way he watched me, his eyes intense and full of lust, made me believe what he said. Stone laughed and let me smother him with my lush breasts for a while longer. But we both wanted more and soon, he threw me to the bed, loomed over me poised to give me what I craved.
“Someday, we’ll do it all, spend hours in bed exploring all our desires. But today is not that day,” he said and thrust into my sopping pussy.
“Oh, God!” I sighed as Stone impaled me. “You feel so good,” I added.
“This isn’t going to last long. You’re so fucking hot, Maria,” he told me. Our lust was overwhelming.
“I’m going to come,” I told him and a moment later I climaxed, pleasure coursing through my body. I writhed as Stone took my hips in his hands and hammered into me with a measured and steady yet insistent pace. As the first orgasm subsided, another was there to take its place. Stone watched with great interest as his hard work bore fruit. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him.
We made love as one, my body meeting each of Stone’s thrusts in perfect unison. I raked my nails down his back and over his sexy ass. I tossed my head back and screamed as each orgasm proved more intense than the last. Just as the previous night, Stone seemed more captivated with my pleasure than in seeking his own. I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I found I had little desire to be either modest or quiet with this man.
But even this sexy, bearded biker had his limits and honestly, I wanted him to join me. Our love burned too bright to last for very long. We’d both have to learn to take things slow and easy but now it was all about immediate satisfaction. “Come for me,” I told Stone. He wore that smirk again.
“I’m not pulling out. You’re my old lady,” he said. I nodded eagerly. I was on the pill. I wasn’t stupid enough to let my ex get me pregnant.
“I didn’t ask you to,” I said. Stone bore down, his pace quickened and more insistent. I resisted, wanting to save my last climax and share it with Stone. I didn’t wait very long. Stone growled and then tensed. I felt him surge within me and I let go. Stone slipped a hand behind my neck and stared into my eyes as he erupted within me. We both shuddered and gasped as our shared pleasure ravaged us. It seemed to last forever but it was over far too soon.
“Fuck!” Stone finally cried out and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my body around his, legs and all.
“That was amazing,” I told him as Stone’s arms slid around my neck and he hugged me tight. We both were covered in perspiration as we caught our breath.
“Intense,” he replied and kissed me. We kissed softly, our tongues playing, before we had to come up for air.
“Bobby’s got a small dick,” I said. It just popped into my head and I suppose I could have said it with more tact. Stone lifted his head and looked at me, one eyebrow cocked, and then began to chuckle.
“I figured. You like them big?” Stone asked playfully.
“I like yours,” I replied. Stone’s lip curled into that sexy smirk.
“So you like them big,” he stated, so damned sure of himself. I giggled at his turn of phrase.
“Yes,” I said, still laughing.
“I like them big too,” he said. I frowned, not understanding. But when Stone buried his face between my soft breasts, I got it.
“We make a good pair then,” I replied.
“That’s what I’ve been telling you,” he said. I guess he had been saying that but not in so many words. There was an expectant pause as we both wanted to say more but we weren’t ready to just yet. I felt it, I won’t lie. I felt a growing bond, a friendship and romance, between us. But it was too soon to say it and I didn’t begrudge Stone for not saying it either.
“You’re very smart...for a biker,” I replied. Suddenly, Stone’s hand reached back and smacked my ass. I squealed in surprise and delight.
“I love you too,” I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice. I meant it...or I was getting there anyway. The attraction was undeniable. But every couple must face something, big or small, that makes or breaks them. Something that brings them closer together or tears them apart. We were about to face our test, Stone and I. If I’d known, I’d have put money on it bringing us closer together.
>>O<<
Later that week Stone and I decided it was time to make an appear
ance at the clubhouse. I didn’t want Bobby to control my life, he’d done enough of that, but we agreed it was better to let the air clear. It appeared at first that it had. Bobby and his new bimbo...that’s not very nice considering she was probably as cowed by him as I was...were there along with Dusty and Enrique. Ginger sat at the bar tapping her fingers. Rocky was slumped forward with a beer in his hands looking totally beaten.
Stone greeted the guys as he passed them to grab a beer. He grabbed one for me too as I took a seat next to Ginger. Stone asked if anyone needed a fresh one and Rocky simply raised his hand. Stone gave me my beer and kissed my cheek as he passed, handed a beer to Rocky and grabbed his seat. “Someone die?” Stone asked as he popped his bottle cap with the bottle opener that resided on the table now for Stone’s use.
“Just discussing club business,” Bobby replied without a hint of attitude. Maybe he wasn’t as immature as I assumed. Or maybe he didn’t miss me all that much in the first place. Either way, I was just happy he wasn’t causing a scene. Bobby began talking to Rocky but I ignored him and turned to Ginger.
“What’s going on? Looks serious,” I asked her. Ginger sighed and took a swig of her beer. “What?” I pressed. Ginger took another sip and then leaned close.
“Those three,” she told me and then pointed at the crate I hadn’t noticed in the corner.
“What is it?” I asked.
“AK-47’s for the Jamaicans,” she told me. I knew that was a type of rifle but not much else.
“I thought Rocky told them no,” I replied.
“He did. Bobby ignored him,” Ginger said. I turned my attention back to the pit and the boys.
“It’s too late, Rock. The deal is done. If we don’t deliver the goods, someone’s going to be unhappy. We don’t have the manpower to handle that kind of heat,” Bobby told Rocky. Rocky sat back in his leather chair and chugged the rest of his beer before grabbing the bottle Stone had brought him.
“I told you not to do it. This isn’t what I wanted, Bobby,” Rocky told him, frustrated and angry.
“I know but...well, I thought you were just playing it cool. Plausible deniability, you know,” Bobby told him. I rolled my eyes but Stone took it a step further.
“That’s bullshit and we all know it,” he told Bobby. Dusty and Enrique, who were apparently involved in this with Bobby, turned to regard Stone.
“Shut up, new boy. Who asked you anyway?” Bobby said, suddenly aggressive and angry. He almost knocked his new girlfriend off of his lap as he lunged forward to shout at Stone. Stone glared at him, an eyebrow cocked.
“Last time I checked, I belong to this club,” was all Stone said.
“Fuck you. Having fun with my ex?” Bobby asked, trying to be derisive. It didn’t work.
“Maria’s having more fun,” Stone said. Ginger chuckled at that. She obviously knew Stone and I were a thing but I hadn’t talked to her about it yet.
“Suck it, hipster,” Bobby said apparently referring to Stone’s beard. Stone just flashed that smirk.
“I don’t agree with this move. Rocky doesn’t either. Apparently, these two agree with you. What about the Mikes? I doubt they would go along. That’s four against three,” Stone said. Rocky looked over at Stone though his look was hard to read.
“That’s cute. You want to take a vote. Well, it’s too late for that. We need to deliver these goods or our ass is grass,” Bobby said. He was using that as a threat. He got the club into this and now he was using the potential consequences to bully Rocky.
“Convenient but it sounds like you’ve got a problem. Not us. The Knights didn’t take delivery of those guns, you did, Bobby. How is this the club’s problem?” Stone challenged him.
“Because I told them the Knights agreed,” Bobby said. He had this planned all along. What a dick!
“Enough of this. Deliver the fucking guns to the Jamaicans. Then we’re out of the gun running business,” Rocky announced though it sounded as if he wanted to say more. Ginger leaned close to me.
“Why doesn’t he just kick the little prick out?” she asked though I don’t think she expected an answer from me. I was wondering the same thing. Bobby looked satisfied, however. Hell, he looked like the cat that ate the canary.
“We’ll take care of it, Rock,” Bobby said, grinning from ear to ear.
“I’ll go with them...to make sure nothing goes wrong,” Stone announced. Bobby frowned but Rocky seemed to like the idea. I didn’t.
“Yeah, Stone will go with you,” Rocky agreed. Bobby looked from one man to the other.
“Don’t trust me?” he asked Rocky.
“Should I?” Rocky replied. Bobby shoved his girlfriend off of him and she almost tumbled to the floor. He stood up, glared at Rocky for a moment and then turned to Stone.
“Tomorrow night. Be here at seven. Bring a piece,” Bobby told him. Then he nodded at Dusty and Enrique. They stood and the trio walked out while Bobby’s old lady followed on her tippy high heels, looking back at us like a deer in the headlights obviously wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into. They mounted their bikes and roared off into the night.
Ginger grabbed me by the arm as she headed to the pit. She sat in Bobby’s chair next to Rocky. I sat in the chair next to Stone meaning to take him to task but Ginger beat me to the punch. “Why don’t we just kick him and those other two out of the club?” Ginger asked.
“With those illegal guns sitting in my shop?” Rocky replied. Ginger looked at the crate and then back at her husband. As long as Bobby had illegal guns in the shop, Rocky couldn’t do anything.
“You’re right. I didn’t think about that,” Ginger said. Now it was my turn.
“You didn’t have to go, you know. Why would you put yourself in danger?” I demanded from Stone.
“Someone’s got to look out for the club. Bobby isn’t going to do it,” Stone told me.
“Still, why you?” I asked.
“If not me, who? This is my home, my club. You called it your family. I’m loyal...,” Stone began to argue but I was already convinced and finished his thought for him.
“To a fault. Yeah, I’ve heard that,” I said. Stone smirked at me.
“I appreciate it, kid,” Rocky said. “I’m not as young as I used to be. You’re the kind of member this club used to be full of. I want those days back. Drinking, fucking, riding and good friends. No fucking lawyer and doctor wannabes, no criminal activity...well, not serious criminal activity anyway. But I’m afraid the Knights are dead. Once I kick Bobby out, he’ll take those other two. We’ll be down to four, assuming the Mike’s want to stay too. Not much of a club,” Rocky explained.
“Ah, baby,” Ginger said and reached over to pat Rocky’s hand. He smiled at his wife, grasped her hand and held on to it tight. This was killing him. I only suspected but I had to speak up.
“I don’t think Bobby means to just lobby the club to start running guns and selling drugs. I think he means to take it over,” I said. Rocky looked at me and frowned.
“I know. I know what he wants. I looked past it because I wanted to keep the club alive. I shouldn’t have. He might just succeed. I’m tired. I’m too old for this shit,” Rocky said. I felt so bad for him. I also saw my family, such as it was, crumbling. I couldn’t handle that.
“Make Stone your VP,” I blurted out. The other three stared at me, Stone shocked at my suggestion. “We don’t have one. We’re so small. But Stone cares. He’ll fight for the Knights,” I said. Even I was wondering what had gotten into me.
“Rocky, I’m not looking to...,” Stone began to say but Rocky just waved his hand at him.
“I know, kid. She’s right. We don’t have a VP. Haven’t had a real one in years. When you’ve got half a dozen members, what’s the point? Too many chiefs, you know,” Rocky said. He looked at Ginger. She glanced at me, then at Stone.
“They’re the kind of members we need. Maria is loyal. I think Stone is too,” she told her husband. Rocky thought it over but not for l
ong. He stood up, went over to the cabinets and retrieved a small patch. He handed it to Stone. It read, “Vice President.”
“You sure, Rocky?” Stone asked.
“The fact you asked that makes me sure,” Rocky said and returned to his chair. “You’re the VP now. That little shit, Bobby, didn’t listen to me about those fucking guns so I’m not going to ask him and his allies what he thinks about this. The Knights are mine...ours. The club will never belong to that boy,” Rocky told Stone.
“Thanks, I won’t let you down. I won’t let the Knights down,” Stone replied.
“Good, now get those guns delivered tomorrow night and make sure the payoff doesn’t go into Bobby’s pocket. That’s club money. Knight’s risk, Knight’s money,” Rocky said. Stone stood up and shook Rocky’s hand.
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