by Shyla Colt
A half hour later, everything is clean from under my nails to the tips of my toes. The bathtub gets a bleach down. I clean off my vest and boots, then soak the washcloth in bleach. There’s a reason I always keep white towels and washcloths around my house. You learn a few things when you’ve been doing this as long as I have.
I emerge feeling squeaky clean and dress quickly in a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I leave my cut hanging over the back of a chair to dry and rush downstairs. I don’t like loose ends.
Nevada stands from the couch. “I got the fire built with the bag on the bottom.”
“Good girl.” I’m impressed. “I’m going to take care of this, you go get yourself ready. When I come up to the bedroom, I want you waiting on my bed.”
She halts and those big greens look at me as her cheeks flame.
Grinning, I walk outside and start up the fire, watching the evidence go up in smoke. In the morning, I’ll dump the ashes into the river. No roads to lead back.
I mentally prep myself for what’s to come. She doesn’t need me coming on like a freight train. I want to make this good for her. The hardcore shit can come later. Unlike every other time, I’m playing for keeps. I want her so hooked on my cock, I’m the only thing she sees. Nevada is fast becoming an obsession and I do nothing in halves. The last time I tried to go the relationship route I was young, stupid, and barely patched. The bitch screwed me over, saving us both from a loveless union.
I focused on the club and fun after that. Now, I’m dating a girl young enough to be my daughter and I’ve never been surer about anything. When the plastic burns off and nothing but scraps remain, I douse the fire with the hose. My dick is straining against my pants and pre-come is all but dripping from my tip. All she has to do is look at me with those innocent eyes and I’m ready to go. I roll my shoulders, lock everything up, and slowly ascend the stairs, ready to unwrap my present.
She’s sitting on my bed in one of my old Chaos T-shirts.
I moan. “Nev, baby. You have no clue how good you look in my clothing.” I stalk over to the bed.
Her face is flushed along with her delicate collarbone.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and run my hand up along her smooth legs.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly. A whimper slips from between her full lips.
“Don’t be nervous, Nev. I’m going to take care of you. You believe me?”
She nods her head.
“I need to hear it.”
“I believe you, Wizard.”
“No, right now I’m Gage.”
“Okay, Gage.”
I lean in and nip at her bottom lip. “I could devour you and still hunger for more. You’re that fucking delicious.” I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck and we sink into the familiar tongue play. She’s sweet and soft. I run my hand up her leg, massaging her inner thigh. She clamps her legs tight and I smirk against her lips, pulling away.
“Open up for me, baby.” I kiss my way down her neck. She pushes her legs apart and I caress her panties. “So wet and hot. I can feel you through these pretty black panties.” She whimpers and I press into her clit, making her wiggle her hips. “You want some relief, baby?” I watch her, starving for her genuine responses.
There are no porn star moves, fake screaming, or stage performances. Just pure enjoyment and wonder at the way I make her feel. “Yes, please.”
I move my thumb in small circles. Her muscles loosen and she bucks her hips. “That’s it, baby. Focus on how good I can make you feel.”
Her breath is coming in pants. She grabs my forearms. Her eyes are filled with surprise and what I think is panic.
“Let it happen.” She digs her fingernails into my flesh. I relish the pain because I know I’m making her feel.
“G-Gage.” Her body trembles.
“That’s right. I’m right here with you.” I increase my speed.
Her back arches, and my name leaves her lips on a moan, “Gage.” Her body visibly convulses.
I gentle my touch, easing her back down. She’s beautiful in the throes of passion with her full lips parted, eyes half-lidded, and her face lined with pleasure. Her wetness covers my fingertips. My mouth waters. “I have to taste you, Nev.” I push her legs open and crawl between them.
She props herself up on her elbows and watches me with those bewitching eyes.
I slide her panties aside and lick a path up her slippery slit. Her flavor explodes on my taste buds. I can’t get enough of the honey between her legs. I thrust my stiff tongue into her tight sheath and explore her walls.
“Gage.” She grips a handful of my hair and burrows my face deeper, caressing her sensitive nub with my nose.
I eat her like she’s my last meal. I want to tell her to put her legs over my shoulders, but I’m too full of her pussy and I’m not willing to let go until I have her cream filling my mouth. She thrusts against me like a wild thing and I love every minute of it. She’s left behind the controlled demeanor she’s adopted. The walls between us are tumbling down.
“Gage, I… I’m going to.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan against her and she lets go. I swallow her down and clean her with gentle swipes of my tongue.
She falls back, limp and sweaty.
I ease back and trail a line of kisses down the inside of her thighs. I sit up and lean back on my heels. “You okay, baby?”
She looks up at me in a daze and blissed out.
Fuck yes. This is how I want to see her daily.
I lick my lips, savor her remnants, and brush the strands of her hair sticking to her face back behind her ear.
Her breathing evens.
“You with me now, beautiful?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
The sensual sound does funny things to me. My cock twitches. “Do you know how good you taste?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Then let me show you.” I lean down, supporting my body weight with an arm on either side of her as I press our bodies together. She kisses me eagerly and I know the shyness has begun to melt away. I’m cradled in the curve of her body, between her open legs, and my dick wants to be coated with her wetness so badly it’s painful. We break for air and I nuzzle her neck. “I want to see you, Nev. I’ve been waiting for months to get a glimpse at your body.” I pull back, grab the hem of the shirt, and slowly peel it up.
The pulse in her neck is going crazy, but she doesn’t protest.
Her legs are long, lean and the curve of her hips has me ready to drool. I ease the shirt over her slim waist and reveal her medium-sized tits. They’re perky and just enough to cup in my hands. I always thought of myself as a breast man, but with this woman, it’s the entire package. “Lift your arms.” She immediately follows my directions and I fling the shirt behind me.
“Wait.”
I freeze.
“You’re still completely dressed.”
I grin. “Why don’t we fix that?” I’m out of my clothes and down to my boxers before she can change her mind. “Better?”
“Much.” Her eyes are full of curiosity and her hands are clutching the sheets.
“You can touch me, Nev.”
“I don’t…” She shakes her head and looks down.
I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “You don’t what?”
“Know what to do.”
“Whatever you feel like. There’s no right or wrong. I always want you to be open and honest with me, okay?”
“Okay.”
I take her hands and place them on my chest. “Here, we’ll play Gage says.” I cup her breasts and she gasps. “Gage says we should learn one another.”
Her hands shake.
“It’s okay, babe. I promise I’m not delicate.”
She runs her hands across my chest. My muscles flex in response and she pinches my nipples. Ripples of pleasure flow through my body. I return the favor. The throaty moan that slips from her lips makes me growl. “You’re s
o fucking perfect.” I watch her come to life as we learn the planes of each other’s bodies.
Her hand trails down and pauses at the elastic waistband of my boxers.
“Don’t let me stop you.”
She slips her hand inside.
Her fingers graze my dick, and I groan. She tenses, so I place my hand over hers. “It doesn’t hurt, Nev. It feels good, almost too good. I like having your hands on me.”
She circles her hand around me.
I can’t help but thrust my hips forward. “Just like that.” I fuck her fist, imagining it’s her hot little pussy. “I could come just like this. See how hard you make me?” Her strokes grow smoother and her eyes began to smolder. I’m watching a girl become a woman. I clear my throat. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to finish in your hand and that’s not what I aim to do.”
I pull away and slip the soaked panties down her legs; they join the clothes littering my room. I remove my boxers and my cock stands at attention. Palming the base I kneel on to the bed. Propped up on her elbows she watches my every move.
“Can I come inside of you and make you mine officially, Nevada?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“You know I want to hear it, babe.”
“Yes.”
I slide between her wet folds. Her heated liquid coats me as I begin an easy pace, paying careful attention to her swollen clit. Her thighs quiver and I know it’s time. I nudge her entrance, and retreat over and over again. Her pussy flows like a river and her walls hug my tip like her very life depends on it. Sweat slicks my back and coats my skin. I’ve never been in a woman so fucking tight. I’m straining to hold back. Her moans are music to my ears and her loosening muscles are an answered prayer.
Our gazes meet. “Touch yourself, Nev. I want to see you.” She eagerly responds, reaching between us. A cocoon of intimacy wraps around us. Her gasps and my moans blend together to create a song uniquely ours. Her body begins to shake and I push forward, piercing her maiden head. She cries out, and I know the pleasure is mixed with pain. I hold still as she whimpers. “You okay?”
“Mmm hmm.” Her face is pinched and her lips are pursed.
I nuzzle my nose with hers and capture her lips, devouring her to pull her mind away from the pain.
She deepens the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck, sinking her fingers into my hair.
I slowly begin to move.
“You feel so good, baby.”
“Y-you too.” She offers up a small smile.
I know now that she’s going to take what’s left of my heart. There’s no rush as we climb. I have something worth taking my time over. With every push into her willing body, I shed some of my numbness. Inside of her, I’m alive and feeling a million different sensations at once. She’s a rollercoaster ride bottoming out my stomach and increasing my heartbeat. Her walls shudder around me. “Let go for me, baby,” I growl.
She digs her nails in to my back and obeys.
Colors burst behind my lids as she comes undone. I pull out, paint her belly white, and collapse beside her. I turn my head to face her and we let the bliss resonate between us as we come down, eyes focused on one another. This was more than sex or a satisfying arrangement. It’s the start of the most tangible experience I’ve ever had with a woman.
Chapter Six
I hitch my purse onto my shoulder and make my way into the club. It’s strange being here as a customer. I’m meeting up with Mimi after work and we’re going to kick a few back before we go to my place. Wizard is off handling club business for the weekend along with her old man, Riker, so we decided to play catch up. I’ve barely seen her over the past few months. Between the full-blown relationship developing between Wizard and me, gemologist courses, and preparing the shop to open, time isn’t something I’ve had much of.
“Hey, Mike,” I say, stepping inside.
“Hey, Nev. What are you doing back this way?”
“Waiting for Mimi.”
“We miss you here¸” he says.
“Why? Carla is kicking ass as a closing manager I heard.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same.”
I pat Mike’s massive bicep. We’d been working together for over four years. I miss the busy evenings and problem solving, but gemology is my calling. Nothing makes me happier than talking clarity, cuts, and color. It’s amazing. Hell, in a few more months I’d be able to say I have a skill. That is a huge accomplishment for me. Wizard has given me life beyond survival.
The man is appropriately named. He’s like a damn magician.
I can’t remove the smile from my face as I continue inside. The familiar scent of vanilla and smoke assaults my nostrils. The pounding bass vibrates beneath my feet. It’s a Saturday and the club is overflowing with men and women ready to hand over their money. I make a beeline for the bar and sit down in front of one of my favorite bartenders.
A busty blonde hurries over and offers up a sunny smile. “Hey, girl, I haven’t seen you in a month of Sundays.”
“I know, I’ve been busy. How are things, Sandy?”
“Good. I love it when we’re busy like this. We miss you though, you know?”
“I miss you guys, too.”
She leans against the bar. “What are you into now?”
“I’m going to school for gemology. Wizard is opening up a shop and I’m going to oversee the gem section.”
“Holy shit, Nevada. That’s amazing.”
“I know.” I laugh. “I love it.”
“Good, you deserve this, too.” Sandy motions toward my property vest. She’s not part of KOC, but she’s been around the culture enough to know how our lives work.
“I got lucky. Wizard is amazing.”
She shivers. “I always thought he was a bit scary.” Her brow furrows. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. He’s not exactly warm and fuzzy from the outside looking in.”
“So, you’re really okay?”
I see the worry in her big brown eyes.
Life as an old lady means secrecy, and sometimes that means lying in the bed you made. Some women don’t care how a man treats them as long as they get property status. I’ve seen them end up in bad situations that way. Not all men are created equal. There are men who don’t respect women in the one percent culture, it’s just a background that makes it easy for monsters to hide in. We’re not dominated by our men, we’re taken care of by them. Most of the time, it’s downright safer for us not to know what they do. Some of the brothers even have families that have no clue what they get into when they’re away. They keep them separate from their life. I can’t blame them. There are downsides. The raids, the police harassment, and the label.
People see the road worn appearance, leather and vests, then assume the worst. It’s archaic. The real monsters are the ones who hide in plain sight. We come right out and tell you what we’re about, and as long as you show respect, you’ll never have any problems.
“I’m more than okay, I’m happy.”
She studies me carefully, pats my hand, and stands up straight. “What can I get you?”
“Rum and Coke.”
“Coming up. On the house, of course.” She winks and walks off to retrieve my drinks.
I spot Mimi walking over and waving.
She’s still clad in black hot pants and the club tank top, so I know she’s not off the clock yet. She comes over and hugs me. “Hey, girl. I’m just waiting to cash out and I’m all yours for the night.”
“Good, I could use a healthy dose of estrogen.”
“I couldn’t tell with the way you two have been locked away in the house.”
My face heats as I think of all the things we’ve been doing.
Mimi throws her head back and laughs. “You don’t have to say a word. It’s written across your face, plain as day.”
“What?” I ask.
“Uh-huh.” She smirks. “I’ll go see if I can get my last receipt and close my tab.” She disappears back
into the crowd.
I know I’m going to get grilled later. I don’t mind it. I remember old ladies gathering in clumps to talk about what they had going on. I never felt like I could relate. I envied their closeness. The women of KOC band together. It’s how they get by and deal with the craziness that can come our way at any moment. They had a common denominator I always felt I lacked. My mom was never really welcome among them. They tolerated her, but she was just a few notches up from club property in their eyes. The shame from childhood creeps in, paralyzing me.
What would she say if she saw me now?
I scan the crowd once more and wrap my arms around my waist. It’s my secret fear that she’ll come back and find a way to fuck up the happiness I’ve recently acquired. She was like that. An evil stepmother come to life, only she was flesh and blood, which made it all the more painful. She couldn’t stand to have the spotlight taken away, or allow me to enjoy anything. I think she figured, if she was miserable then I sure as hell would be, too. I was a scapegoat for her poor choices. It took me years to learn that, but once I got it, it gave me wings and protection for my badly broken heart. No matter who you are, or how loved you are by others…there’s something to acceptance, love, and affection from your parents. I wasted so many years trying to get them to see me, love me, and be proud.
Sandy sets a drink down in front of me.
Smiling in thanks, I pick up the tumbler and take a healthy swallow. The smooth drink rolls down my throat and warms my belly. I continue to sip and listen to the music as I force my issues into the black box in the back of my mind where I like to keep them chained. It’s left me unable to find closure.
She left without saying a word.
Mimi reappears in street clothes, with her oversized black purse slung over shoulder. “You starting without me?”
“This is my first, I’ve been nursing it. How’ve you been?”
“Good. Busy with work and Riker. He’s been doing a lot of rides, so I’ve been crafting, Netflix binging, and hugged up to him every second he’s here.”
“You should’ve called me. I would’ve kept you company,” I say, ashamed by my semi-abandonment.
