by Evelyn Glass
“No,” she gasped as she began to come down from her orgasmic high. “No… I… uh…” she said and then stalled, unable to put into words what she saw and how it had touched her.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” he asked as pulled out of her embrace so he could look into her face.
She read the concern in his eyes. “No, love… you did everything just right,” she said and touched his face as she smiled, the emotional turmoil of her orgasm receding. She blew out a long relaxing exhalation. “You just… sometimes… make me come so fucking hard that I get all worn out,” she said, not wanting to try to explain the feelings that had suddenly risen up within her. Now that her equilibrium had returned that sudden, intense, feeling of… if not love, then something very like it… she had for him had receded. But she could still feel it, and it warmed her in ways her loins could not.
Jules couldn’t help but snicker. “But that’s a good thing, right?”
She pushed him over onto his back and moved to sit astride of him. “Oh yes… a very good thing,” she said as she began to unbutton his shirt. “But now it’s my turn,” she said as she began to kiss down the growing opening in his shirt.
As her lips danced down his torso, Jules’s breath began to speed up again. Rachel was a lover of unprecedented skill—unpredictable, adventurous and athletic—and over the past three weeks she had taken him places he had never been before. When she began unfastening his pants she looked into his eyes and smiled in that way she has that offered silent promise of great pleasure… and he couldn’t contain his soft groan of desire.
Hearing Jules groan as she opened his pants made her smile. He was all the lover she could ask for… gentle when she wanted it… and fiery when she didn’t. She drew his pants down just enough to reach inside and pull his manhood out. As she held him proudly erect, his cock pulsing softly in her hand, she began to kiss him, slathering her tongue around the head, teasing him with anticipation. He was ready… she could sense it in the tightness of his muscles as she plunged him deep into her mouth.
His sudden plunge into the warm wetness of her mouth was as swift as it was unexpected, causing his back to arch as his hips thrust up of their own accord and he issued a deep barking groan. She accepted the lunge as she buried her nose in his hair, holding him deep as he struggled for control.
“Fuck…” he growled deep in his throat moments before she pulled back.
“Someone is twitchy tonight,” she whispered as he popped out of her mouth and his hips returned to the bed.
Before he could answer she slid him between her lips again, dragging her teeth ever so lightly along his length until she hit her limit. She opened her mouth a bit wider and concentrated on relaxing her gag reflex as she took his last little bit into her mouth. As his hands went to the back of her head, holding her down, but not so tightly she couldn’t back off, she worked him, fighting her own body for control. Feeling her control slipping, she backed off, pushing up against his grip, his growls and hisses of desire making her blood run hot.
She backed off and began to stroke him with her hand, hard and fast, then stopped and tugged at his pants. Jules raised his hips and helped her slide his pants down. She had him so worked up he could almost feel his pulse in his cock. She slid down, pulling his pants with her and dropping them in the floor. After removing his pants, she moved as if to take him into her mouth again, but he had other ideas. As she moved up, he took her by her shoulders and pulled her farther up then twisted his hips, tumbling her off him and onto the bed. She struggled briefly, not wanting to give up her play, but she had set his blood to roaring. Holding her on side, Jules swung a leg over her, placing a foot on the bed in front of her bent legs, and used his weight to pin her to the bed. When she stopped struggling, he entered her with a gasp of pleasure.
Rachel smiled as Jules took charge of their lovemaking. She didn’t mind and had only struggled to wind him up even more and make him wild. She was in the mood for a good hard pounding tonight… and Jules appeared ready to give it to her. As he entered her, he bent over and kissed the side of her neck as he began to thrust, gently at first, making sure she was ready to accept him, but then harder, driving into her with slow hard thrusts that made her breasts slosh and move. She reached behind her and pulled his lips harder into her neck as she began to gasp and groan in pleasure with each thrust.
Even though they had just gotten started, he could feel his orgasm trying to form. She had set him alight with her aggressive fellatio and he was going to have to work hard to last long enough to finish her. As his orgasm began to swell, he paused in his thrusts, changing positions to give himself a moment to cool his ardor.
He was already beginning to sweat, the slickness of his skin making their joining that much more erotic. She could feel her orgasm trying to form and she strained for it, calling the cleansing fire to her, but suddenly he paused and pulled out. Before she could protest, he rolled her to stomach and pulled her hips up as he moved in, positioning his feet outside her legs as he crouched low and entered her again.
“Oh god…” she gasped as she fell to her elbows. She knew what was coming. This was the position he often used when he pounded the shit out of her, and she tingled in excitement. “Yes… yes…” she whispered as he entered her again, her heat rising even higher. This is what she wanted, what she needed…
He bent over her, kissing her back and neck as he began to thrust, slow and gentle at first, trying to reel in the sensations flooding through him. As his need began to overwhelm him, he began to drive into her harder, faster, and then harder still. He began to growl as his orgasm tried to form again, but he pushed back against it, small shivers running through him as he fought his body for control.
She could feel his sweat dripping on her back as he pressed her into the bed as he drove into her hard and fast. She wanted to scream in pleasure and joy, shout to the world how he made her feel. As her mouth opened in another silent scream, she let her arms collapse, changing the angle of his thrust. The sudden change caused a stutter in his thrusts, but then his hands were on her shoulders, holding her hard into the bed as he began to slam into her harder and faster still. She pushed against her release, wanting the pleasure to last… but she was no match for the approaching orgasm and it began to take her.
Jules shook his head violently in denial, sweat spraying from his hair, as his orgasm tried to take him once more. He was losing his battle with his body when he felt Rachel shudder as she began to mewl. She clamped tight around him as her climax took her and though he fought against it with all his might, his orgasm overwhelmed his control and he grunted once, hard and deep, and fell over her back as he came, moving slowly as he twisted in pleasure.
They shuddered together a moment, each caught in the peak of pleasure, before relaxing with a soft sigh, their breaths coming in hard fast pants. He pulled out of her, his legs shrieking in protest from the demands he had placed on them as he settled onto her, kissing her lovingly, before rolling to the bed so she didn’t have to support his weight.
As he rolled off of her he scooped her into his arms and pulled her in tight, holding her close. He offer his lips, lips she willingly accepted, the kiss so slow, deep and erotic that she could feel that tenuous connection she had felt earlier strengthen and grow more substantial. Will had asked her if she loved Jules… and now she knew. Now she knew that she was beginning to fall for him. She could feel the tears form in her eyes as she moved from his side to lie across his chest, needing to touch as much of him as possible.
“You okay?” he asked as her face twisted in some unreadable emotion.
“Yes,” she sighed as she put her head on his shoulder. “So very much better than okay. I missed you last night.”
“I missed you too,” he said softly and his arms encircled her and he held her comfortably tight as his hands became busy with slow caresses.
A deep sigh escaped her as he held her snug and warm, his lips never still, kissing her face in so
ft, slow, touches, the kisses of a lover, not just a sex partner. She smiled as his lips touched her again, and she nodded her head softly in silent approval. She had been with him long enough to begin to recognize his moods, and she could tell that something was on his mind.
“You okay?” she whispered.
“Yes…” he replied, wondering how she knew… how she knew that he was thinking about Will and his talk with Todd. It is almost certain that Todd would offer Will membership, if he hadn’t already, and he worried. The friction with Todd and the confrontation over the kids still loomed large in his mind… and he hoped introducing Will to Todd isn’t something he would later regret.
Nothing else was said as they lay together, Rachel still, comfortable, and content at a very deep level as Jules softly caressed her back. Finally with a sigh, she slipped off his chest and turned to her side, snuggling in close. He rolled over and took her into his arms, his knees tucked in behind hers in a comfortable spoon, until sleep took her.
As his eyes began to grow heavy with sleep, he kissed her on her shoulder. “I won’t let anything happen to you… or Will,” he promised, his whisper so softly spoken she probably wouldn’t have heard it even has she been awake. He breathed deep and pulled her a little more tightly to him as the darkness of sleep began to take him.
Chapter Twenty One
“Mr. Washington! Nice you see you again, sir,” Jules said as he reached through Charles Washington’s truck window and shook his hand. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I thought I would drive out and see how the development was going. It’s been a while since I’ve been out here.”
“As you can see, they are building like crazy. The construction foreman told me that they were at fifty percent sold already. At that rate, there probably won’t be a spec house in the bunch.”
“And you?”
Jules smiled. “To be honest… taking this job is a pain in my ass. Between my regular customers and this, I can barely keep up. I’m trying to hire some more help, but, well, you know how it is. We’re going to have to start working six days a week if something doesn’t give.”
Washington smiled. “Yeah, I do. Don’t you go trying to hire my hands, you hear me?” he teased.
“No sir. I don’t think I could match your pay anyway,” Jules responded with a grin.
Washington chuckled. “Listen… there is one other thing I wanted to talk to you about, if you have a couple of minutes.”
“Sure. Give me just a moment to make sure these guys stay busy, and I will be right with you.”
***
“Rachel…” Jules said as he wandered up to the bar. He looked decidedly unhappy.
“Hey, babe,” she said with a smile. “What’s wrong?”
He met her lips halfway across the bar for a quick smooch. It was only six, and there were only a few customers in the place, so she didn’t mind being a little extra friendly with Jules. “Nothing. Do you mind if we shove a couple tables together in the back corner. We need to conduct a little club business.”
“Not at all. Just put them back when you’re done, okay?”
“I will. This shouldn’t take long. Where’s Will?
“Dallas with some friends of his. They are taking in a Rangers game. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Okay. I’ll get one of the guys to help me push the tables together.” Before he had even finished speaking, Dwayne, Gigolo and Todd walked in. “See you in a bit,” Jules said as he moved off.
Rachel watched as Jules and Todd moved three tabled together. As they were finishing Spence and Marsh walked in, with TC and Hugh close on their heels. They were placing their order with Angie when Duck walked in.
As she filled their order, she watched the group as Jules talked. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she could tell it was bad news. Todd slapped his hand on the table hard enough to make a loud crack, causing everyone to look at their table, but he was oblivious.
As she wiped the bar with her oiled towel, furtively watching Forsaken 99 while still waiting on other customers, she could tell they were involved in a tense discussion. Finally Todd shoved his chair back, threw a bill on the table, and stomped out, his beer only half consumed. A few minutes later, Dwayne and Gigolo rose and followed him out.
After the three left, Spence and Marsh leaned in and spoke quietly with Jules while TC and Hugh looked on. Finally Jules nodded. With a nod, Jules broke the group up and they returned the tables to their proper location before they crowded around one.
“Everything okay over there?” Rachel asked Angie.
“Don’t know. Every time I got close, they clammed up. Didn’t want me to overhear anything I guess. They don’t look very happy, though, do they?’
“No. And that normally is a bad sign for Jules.”
“How’s he doing since…”
Rachel smiled. “Better, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, much better. He smiles a lot more now, and doesn’t seem so… down. I’m glad it’s working out for you two.”
“Yeah… me too.”
“Rachel Wallace… are you blushing?” Angie teased.
“No…” she drawled out as her face burned even hotter.
“You are too! Look at you!” Angie crowed quietly. “That good, huh?”
“Oh, stop it!”
“Damn… I have always been into the cowboys… but maybe I need to take a look at a biker.”
“Don’t you have a table or something to check on?” Rachel teased, trying to extract herself from this conversation.
“No…”
“Yes you do,” Rachel said as she made shooing motions with her hands.
Angie giggled. “Here comes lover boy,” she whispered before moving off.
“Everything okay?” she asked as he sat down.
“No. I had talk with Charles Washington today. The ranchers are pulling about eighty percent of our funding.”
“That’s too bad, but I guess I can understand that. You run, what, two intercepts a month now? I think you have won. It’s only natural that they wouldn’t want to keep spending at the same level if they don’t have to. It was one thing when the mules were shooting his cattle, but it is something else now.”
“Yeah. I know. But the club kind of depends on that support now. We’re a lot bigger than we were ten years ago. We have five intercept vehicles now. How are we going to pay for those? Not to mention the insurance and everything else.”
“I don’t know. Do you need so many vehicles?”
“Now? No.”
“So you could sell a couple of them, right?”
“I suppose.”
“Is that why Todd stomped out of here?”
“That, and the fact that I pissed him off.”
She sighed. “That again? What this time?”
“He wanted to see Washington… try to talk him out of this. I suggested that I tag along. You know how hot headed Todd can get. He took it as I didn’t trust him.”
“Which you don’t,” Rachel pointed out.
“I do, but he isn’t the most… diplomatic… person on the world.”
“I know. But he is the President of the club. Maybe he can convince Washington that… wait… there is more, isn’t there?”
“No, not really,” Jules said, wondering how she could read him so well.
“Yes there is. I can see it in your eyes. What did Todd say?”
“Nothing really. I’m probably just reading it wrong.”
“Angie, watch the bar a second,” Rachel called. “I need Jules to do move something for me. Come with me,” she said as she moved toward the end of the bar.
She led Jules to the storage room and shut the door behind them. “Jules… tell me what’s going on.”
“Rachel… it’s nothing. Just club business.”
“Did Todd threaten you?”
“No! Of course not.”
“Then what? For certain there is a hell of a lot more to it that simply Todd
talking to Charles Washington.”
Jules sighed. “It’s just the way he worded it. I didn’t like the sound of it. Neither did Marsh or Spence.”
“What did he say? Can you tell me?”
“He said, ‘After all we have done for that old shit, I’m not going to let him cut our legs out from under us like this. If he thinks he can pull our funding, he has another thing coming.’”
“Son of a bitch! That sounds like a threat to me! If Todd were to say something like that to me, he would be staring at the business end of my shotgun. You need to call Washington and tell him.”
“I don’t know. That may only make matters worse. I don’t think Todd will do anything stupid and I don’t want to poison the well in case it was just Todd blowing off steam. Marsh, Spence and I talked about it and decided to let it ride for the moment. If Todd pisses all over everything I will try to smooth it over later. But if I go behind his back, and it turns out to be nothing, then… well… you just don’t do that to a brother. And as you say, he’s the club President.”
