I hear a chuckling coming from the bar and yell back, “Thanks, bro.”
“Sure, dickhead. Go get some…” Spider yells back and I slam the door shut on the last word. I know where he’s going to go with it. Makes me wonder if Vegas or Dana texted him the address and told him to go light a fire under my ass. Wouldn’t surprise me, those women are into everything and everybody’s business.
I steer my bike onto the open road and cruise down the freeway. The hot summer rays threaten to sear my skin, but the wind cools off the burn. Thirty minutes later, I pull up outside Tami’s little blue house. It’s located in a quiet neighborhood, not far from Vegas and Dana. After parking my bike, I walk up the front porch and knock on the door.
I knock a few more times and still no answer. I pound a little harder and, finally, Tami’s tired face shows in the doorway. “Hey, Tami, I came by to see if you wanted to go to dinner, but uh, you look pretty tired.” I can’t believe how nervous I am. Jesus, pull yourself together!
Her small hand curls around the door, and she smiles at me as she rests her head on it. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty tired.”
“Okay, well, I’ll let you get some sleep.” I nod my head and turn to walk away when her hand lands on my forearm.
“Pawn,” she calls, and the sound of my name coming from her lips is too sweet. Sweetness from a woman, that I am not used to. “Come inside, we can order food. If you would like to?” She tilts her head back and opens the door wider for me to go in.
I walk inside, not knowing what else to do, and take a look around at my surroundings. Her house is tiny and cozy with only a couch and a T.V. in her living room. “What were you watching?” I ask and have a seat. She sits down next to me and tosses the remote my way.
“Actually, nothing. Find whatever you’d like to watch. I turned it on when I got home from work. I closed my eyes for a minute and fell asleep. My body aches all over, but my feet ache the most.”
“Why are you so exhausted? Put your feet up on my lap,” I request and set the remote on the coffee table. Tami waits a moment, looking unsure if she can trust me. After a few seconds, she nods her head and raises her feet to rest them in my lap. I turn my body a bit toward her and grab one leg with both hands. My thumbs press into the arch of her foot and with long strokes I rub upward.
She sighs and starts to relax more, then scoots down a little toward me, lying on her back. “I’ve been working extra hours to save money,” she says while covering a yawn with her hand. “The Ol’ Ladies at the club have me cleaning their houses on Wednesdays.” Her head rests back, with her body against a large pillow, and she watches me with a shy smile. This girl’s body is banging and I’m doing my best not to stare. “I’ll order us some Chinese?” She looks at me, waiting to agree on her choice of food.
“Yeah, sounds really good.” I choke on the words because what I actually want to say is that it would be really good to peel those tight ass black pants off, along with her tank.
Tami, oblivious to my thoughts, picks up her cell phone and orders us dinner. I ask her some more questions about her day and continue to rub her other foot, then gradually start up her calves. Touching her and listening to her has my dick coming to life.
She closes her eyes and quietly moans again in pleasure. My dick jumps at the sound and my imagination goes wild with dirty thoughts, like licking her sweet little virgin pussy. Taking her body just for myself. The idea of her never having been touched by another man is an intense drug I want to overdose on.
The doorbell rings and I take in a deep breath, closing my eyes just for a second to clear my mind. She hops up from the couch to go grab her wallet from her purse and I groan at the sight of her ass bouncing in front of me.
Quickly, I stand up to adjust my dick before she sees the hard-on that I’m sporting for her, and walk the few steps to the door. She’s still digging in her bag when I open it and pull out my wallet from my pants. The high school boy’s eyes are fixed behind me as he jabs the box of food at my chest, and I know exactly what he’s looking at.
“Thirty-five,” is all he says, and Tami has no clue that this kid is staring at her perfect round ass while she’s bending over in those pants, in front of the door. I step to the right to hide her, then jab the cash in his chest, minus the tip, and the little punk takes the hint when I slam the door in his face. She hears the door shut and pops up with her wallet and a confused look to go with it.
“I got it, angel, it was my idea, so dinner is on me. Let’s sit down and watch a movie?” I ask, hoping to gain some more time with her. I have no delusion that I’d be fucking her tonight, but I can hope for other stuff, right? I don’t know if I've ever touched a virgin before.
“Thank you.” Her soft and sweet voice sounds right next to me and I turn, not having realized how close she was. She raises on her tiptoes and her tit brushes my arm. She’s not helping the stiff situation in my pants as she softly kisses my cheek. “What movies do you like?”
I snort and think porn; dirty, hardcore porn. “How about an action movie?” is all I can think of to answer her.
She moves over to the couch and sits cross-legged to turn Netflix on. She scrolls through before finding Bounty Hunter. “This good? It has action.”
“I’ve never seen it, but it sounds good.” We situate the food on her coffee table and the movie starts. Instantly, I realize my mistake in thinking that Bounty Hunter was an action movie, when in fact it was a chick flick. Shit.
She presses play and we take turns eating from the containers while we watch. Tami chuckles and covers her mouth with one hand at the scene playing. “I love romance, and books. Do you like to read at all?” she absently asks and looks at me with her round curious eyes.
“Nah, haven’t had much time for reading, I don’t know. Do you read a lot?” I’m supposed to ask these questions, I’m sure of it. I just don’t know what else I’m supposed to do or how to keep the conversation going.
“Yes! I loved the Twilight series, then I got hooked on romance novels.” She turns back to watch the movie. I grab her hand, thankful for the silence, and lace my fingers with hers. She scoots in a little closer to my side. I wrap my other arm around her and run my fingers up and down her arm. This I can do. The intimate touching, the foreplay is my game.
The movie is pretty funny, and I catch myself laughing at some of the scenes here and there. My hand continues running up her arm, and I start rubbing her neck. Her head cocks to the side, resting on my shoulder. I tilt my head to smell her hair, and a light hint of lavender fills my lungs. I start massaging her head with my fingers and then run them through her hair as we continue to watch. She snuggles into me further, her small, little body curling up perfectly next to mine.
Not long after, Tammi is snoring quietly in my arms. I feel a little disappointed that she isn’t awake. I guess I was hoping for so much more but continue to watch. When the movie is over, I scoop her up into my arms and she startles awake. Her arms fly around my neck to brace herself. Her eyes widen from their sleepy state and stare into mine. They look unsure but asking for so much more, too.
I set her in my lap and run my hands around her neck and the back of her head. Pulling her close to my face, I gently kiss her innocent lips. Her softness is so sexy, and I question myself if I’m any good for her. Do I deserve this? I pull back to look at her again and rub my thumbs across her cheeks.
Her chest moves hard, taking labored breaths, in and out. I have so many questions but not the experience in a relationship to voice them. I could push the situation, but it wouldn’t be right for her. I pull her in one more time and take her mouth a little longer before pulling away. “I better get going, I don’t think you’re ready yet. I’ll get a hold of you soon.”
Awkwardly, she stands, and I walk to the door, leaving her standing in her living room. I open the front door, then look back. She is standing in front of the TV, in the dark room, with her expressive eyes asking me not to go, but I have to. She
doesn’t want a dirty fuck like I do.
Chapter 3
Tami
My heart breaks a little at seeing Pawn walk out the door. If he only knew how much I’ve wanted a man to claim me, to make me his. I see it in his eyes that he wants me, too. I can see the lust swirling around in his thoughts. Unfulfilled fantasies will stay like that, unfulfilled, unless he would only stay or ask. I am inexperienced, especially for my age, but he is wrong about one thing. I am ready.
I make quick work of locking the doors and turning everything off. I wash my face and get ready for bed. I snuggle into the silk sheets, all alone for the night, then I turn on my Kindle to read a story of bad, sexy men to keep me company. These men never fail me, ever.
After a few chapters, I drift off into a blissful, peaceful sleep. I feel relaxed, thinking about this alpha god who wants to claim his woman and will not take no for an answer. Somewhere off in my hazy consciousness, I wonder if Solo or Pawn would ever claim a woman, dirty and hard, but love her for always and forever.
∞ ∞ ∞
“You’re cranky. I’ve never seen you this cranky. What gives, babe?” Kat asks me from the other end of the bar. We came in early to get the inventory done, and, usually, I’m not such an asshole, but today I feel it rolling off me in big waves.
“I don’t know,” I say, but then change my mind. “Well, I do,” I sigh loudly and toss my rag onto the bar, completely frustrated.
Kat’s eyes widen in response. “What is it?”
“I need a man,” I say it with all the conviction I can find within me. “I want all the passion from the fighting and the sex. God, I want hot sex.” I clench my hands together at my sides and Kat watches my rant with fascination.
“I want an orgasm from a man. I want to feel alive.” I take a moment to breathe and then continue, “I read about these men who take their women and claim them. That’s what I want.” I stomp my foot and point my finger at Kat. Then deflate. “Just don’t know how to get it.”
“Wow, sweetie,” Emilia says from behind me. I turn to look at her and she walks in through the office area, getting closer to us. “That’s no small order of needs, but you do deserve all of it.” She moves to grab the coffee pot and three mugs. “Come sit with me, ninas? Si?” Kat and I follow her to the table and sit down. Since I’ve been here, Emilia has been so caring and sweet. I enjoy having her around, she feels like she could have been my mom.
She pours the three of us a cup and I take a sip as she says, “Men are a little slow sometimes, honey. If you want something, especially with your background, you may have to be more aggressive.”
“My background?” What does that even mean?
“Tami, you’re a virgin,” Kat answers. “Most people lose that by the time they’re seventeen. So, a man in his twenties, if he’s a good man, is going to question claiming you because he’s already done the sweet young love and first times much younger. The older you get, the dirtier the sex can be, and they probably are hesitant to take you there.” She grabs my hand and squeezes. “Does that make sense?”
“Yeah, it does. How do I start though?” I eagerly ask them. Kat’s eyes smile at my question, but Emilia beats her to it.
“Are you dating someone now?” Emilia’s voice and smile can’t hide her joy or surprise.
“Well… I, uh.” I stop because I don’t know how to put this situation into words.
“Well, what? What is it?” Kat urges for me to spill.
“Solo came by the bar the other night and was interested. Then Pawn came by the house and we watched a movie and kissed. Solo kissed the corner of my mouth, so we kind of kissed, too. God, I’m in trouble here.” I bring my hands to cover my face and groan out loud. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Kat’s hand pulls mine down and she has a wide smile painted across her face. “Damn, girl, you hooked the pound puppies. But, babe, remember I warned you these brothers don’t share. You are going to have to pick one, and soon.”
“I agree, honey.” Emilia’s concerned eyes look over my face. “Figure that out soon, and, when you do, make your wants known and stick to them. The rest will fall into place.” She says it with all the strength of experience that I wish I had.
∞ ∞ ∞
Solo
It is early afternoon and I’m sitting outside the bar at The Black Rose waiting for Tami to walk out. Vegas said she would kick her out and send her home early for me, so I could take her on a ride. For the past two days I had been on a quick road trip with Tank and I couldn’t wait to get back to Reno, and to Tami.
She strolls out of the bar looking at her phone and stumbles a bit at the text I just sent.
Me: Look up, I see you.
When she does just that, she looks up raising her head, and a bright smile shows her perfectly white teeth. Tami finds me smiling too as I anxiously watch her.
“What are you doing?” she calls out and her steps quicken. I stand and walk toward her, pulling her into a tight hug.
“I just got back into town. You up for a ride?” I pull back a bit, needing to see her face and eyes with her wrapped up in my arms. The softness of her melts me, drawing me in. I missed her so damn much.
“Sure! I mean, I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, what do I need to know?” The excitement feels contagious and I can’t wait to get back on the road, but, this time, with her.
“You have to wear this,” I say and place the helmet I bought for her on her head, then clip it on tight. “Lean forward, hold on to me until you feel more comfortable and lean with the bike. That’s about it.”
“Okay, let’s go.” She jumps from foot to foot, excited to get going. As soon as I sit, she jumps on behind me. Her arms wrap around my waist and I turn the machine on. Her laughter pierces the air and I can feel her happiness seep into me. I rev the motor just for her, and feel her body shaking with laughter and excitement.
Together, we ride up the mountain, then I take her for a ride around the lake. I’m certain from what I’ve found out about her from the girls that she’s never been up here, to Lake Tahoe, and she wants adventures in her life. Tami points at certain spots and, occasionally, we get off and look and explore the city and the lake.
We grab some sandwiches and drinks from a small shop, then jump back on the bike to find a spot to eat. We pull up to a beach picnic area, get off and take our stuff with us. With our hands full, we walk down. I find a spot and set everything down, then I fan out the blanket. Tami arranges our dinner and we sit down facing the water. “How was the day so far?”
“I loved it!” she exclaims. “I can’t wait for our next ride, and I love Tahoe. It’s so pretty up here,” she comments with wonder in her eyes.
“It’s very pretty,” I agree. “We’ll keep coming back, and even in the winter, you will love it then, too.” She eagerly nods her approval and takes a bite of her sandwich. Together, we eat and start to watch the tide and the sunset. When we’re done, I pull her up by her hand and we walk the beach, swinging our arms back and forth. This feeling overcomes me like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a surety that she will be mine.
“How old are you, Solo, oh, and how did you get your road name, too?”
“I’m twenty-four. And I got my road name from Tank, he gave it to me. He also sponsored me into the club.” I stop and think back to when he found Pawn and I fighting a group of guys in a bar. “He gave it to me because I always would take off and do what needed to be done alone. Most guys always take a brother with them. He always said I could get more done solo.” I squeeze her hand and question, “I know you don’t have any family, that your mom and dad died. Do you have any brothers or sisters? Any family?”
“No. I had my mother up until she died. I spent a lot of time reading when I was little because I was left alone so much. My mom was a drug whore,” she shrugs. “My dream is to live a life like I have read in my books. To see and do the things I’ve read about.” The passion in her voice tells me that she’ll sett
le for nothing less.
We spend the next thirty minutes walking, talking and laughing. Tami is the sweetest woman I have ever met, and every part of me wants to keep that for her and for myself forever.
I stop, and she turns to me, her eyes questioning, what is it? I tug her body into mine and wrap my arms around her. Tami’s arms go up and over my shoulders, her fingers digging into my hair. The tide rolls in and the icy cold mountain lake water bites at our feet. Tami squeals and jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “That water is freezing!”
I laugh and hold her to me, my hands holding onto her ass. She latches her legs on tighter, not wanting me to let her go, and, if I’m honest, I don’t want to let her go either. Her fingers trace my face and push my hair back. “Thank you for today, Solo, I really needed this. You’ve made me feel so alive.”
My lips crash against hers, needing her so desperately. I pull back a little, but she won’t have any of that. She pulls me back with a hunger I have never seen from her. I follow her lead and kiss her back, our tongues tangling together. I start walking the few steps back to the blanket and lay her down. She doesn’t let me go far as she holds me tightly between her legs.
My hands roam down her sides and over her shirt, gripping her tits, and she moans. She pulls her lips away from mine. “Don’t stop, God, Solo, make this beautiful memory for me.” My lips kiss down her neck and nip lightly here and there. She gasps. I keep going down to her collarbone and she pushes her breasts into my hands. I run my fingers down to the hem of her shirt.
“Yes, please, more,” she pleads and closes her eyes.
I push her shirt and bra up, exposing her breasts to the early night air and kiss each one. My tongue travels around each nipple, caressing it. She begins to tighten her legs around me more and then rocks her hips on my dick. Now I moan and want nothing more than to connect with her that way.
“Make me come, Solo, I want that,” she’s begging for relief.
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