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The Road Hound comes into view and my heart kicks up a notch, knowing that I will be seeing Eden in just a few minutes. It drives me fucking crazy that this woman has such an effect on me.
I park my bike around the side of the building, making sure that it is facing the road, so I have a quick getaway if needed.
I stow my helmet in the saddlebag on my bike. I rest my hands on my hips and close my eyes, lifting my face up to the sky, speaking to my dead wife, hoping she will alleviate some of the guilt I have been carrying around the last few weeks since I have been gone.
Eden is always in my thoughts and my fucked up wet dreams. I am getting up there in years and came in my hand while dreaming of Eden sucking me off while sitting on my bike, but damn it was a sight to see, even if it was a dream.
“Baby, you know that I love you and I will until the day I die but hell this woman has gotten under my skin. I think of her all the damned time. You were my wild baby, but Eden I see her as my sassy baby. You two would have gotten on like a house on fire and given me a run for my money that’s for damned sure.”
Images of Jenn laughing at me, sitting on my bike in her black leather and lace outfit makes me smile. The sun breaks through the gray clouds and hits my bike, right on the bitch seat where my wife’s ass was planted many times over the years we were together.
The bright red paint shines in the sunlight and fuck me my heart warms, knowing that it is Jenn smiling down on me. Call me a pussy for believing this shit but hell I believe that we don’t always leave this earth when we die.
Stepping back to my bike, I pull open the saddlebag that the sun also hits and see inside a black velvet box that held mine and Jenn’s wedding rings. Smiling I pick it up and pop it open, my heart squeezing with what I see inside.
There’s a note and two leather bracelets, each with a flat metal piece in the middle. I suck in a breath when I see what is engraved on it. Each one has a heartbeat line, one ending with a lock and one ending with a key.
Holy motherfucking shit.
It matches the tattoo that Eden has on her hip.
I stumble back and lean against my bike, letting it take the weight off my weak knees. How the hell did this happen? How the fuck did Jenn do this?
Pulling the slip of paper out of the box, I unfold it and read over the cursive words, acknowledging my late wife’s handwriting.
Jonny, my love. If you are reading this then you found the box that I had someone put in there, which means that I am gone. No matter how I was taken from you, I want you to know that it wasn’t your fault. It was the fault of the person who decided to end another human’s life. If illness or an accident took me then I’m happy that you won’t need to go after them for revenge and get yourself killed.
I want you to be happy, I need to see you happy. We had many, many happy sexy years together, but baby, you deserve to find love again. I demand it in fact.
I laugh at her ordering me from beyond the grave. That was my Jenn, bossy as old boots and as tough as old leather. Looking back down at the paper I continue reading.
You have a family/club that loves and supports you, they will be there no matter what. If I was taken from you by force, then I do expect you to kill the fucker but do not get yourself dead while doing it. Take a brother or five, do not go at it alone, baby.
My ultimate wish, is for you to find love, a love like ours and more. Become a husband to an amazing feisty, sassy woman. Become a daddy that I know you will be proud of. You have enough love and loyalty to have another love in your life, so please share it around.
I will always love you, Jonny, always, but now you need to spread that love.
Yours always, Jenn. xx
I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding and suck much needed air into my lungs. Using my thumb and forefinger I pinch my eyes before wiping away the tears with the back of my hand.
Setting the box and the letter down on my seat, I look up to the sky and smile, throwing Jenn a wink before looking back at the building, where I know Eden sits.
Shaking my head, I turn my back to the building and my heart is beating like crazy in my chest, my palms sweaty. My breaths are short and sharp as I think over everything. Losing Jenn, killing her killers, becoming a Nomad to meeting Eden at a random time in life.
Did Jenn lead me here? It was when I was stopped at the crossroads that I decided to turn left, because the sun hit that part of the highway, making me turn my bike in that direction that in turn made me stumble across the Road Hound.
Fate.
The word pops into my head and I shake it off. Fate was the one thing that Jenn lived by. She always used to say that everything happens for a reason. If someone came into your life, it was because they served a purpose to be there.
A part of me still thinks that I can’t love another woman, Jenn still owns my heart, she was my Old Lady, my wife. I think if I could have died right there with her that day, I would have but the boys got to me first and locked me down.
They watched over me twenty-four-seven to make sure that I didn’t join my woman in the afterlife. It took a few weeks to snap me out of it and my vision turned red and I went Nomad.
Now I’m not so hateful, but I still think my heart is dead inside, I have nothing to offer a woman like Eden. She deserves someone who will give her everything she could ever want, a sturdy man, kids.
Thinking of her with another man has bile churning in my gut, like it did when I thought about it days ago. Fuck me, I am one fucked up man with no one to sort him out.
You have Eden.
The voice in my head is louder and familiar this time. Shaking her voice from my head, I walk around to the main door and push it open, stepping into a once again dark room that’s filled with smoke, the smell of stale beer, and classic rock music.
Something settles in my chest when I see Eden standing by the bar, smiling at a couple. Fuck me, she is beautiful.
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Eden must sense me because she looks up and our gazes connect, in an instant her back goes straight, her shoulders go back, and the pissed off look on her face tells me that I fucked up.
Keeping her gaze locked on me I step closer to the bar and sit down on an empty stool and wait for her to come to me and thank fuck she doesn’t keep me waiting.
I brace for her fury, and thankfully she doesn’t disappoint me.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice is flat and firm. Her lips are pressed into a flat line, not the regular plump lips that look fucking amazing around my cock.
“Thought I would stop in for a drink.” She gives a nod and I swear I see a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but it is gone just as quick as it comes.
I watch as she walks away and comes back with a bottle of beer, slamming it down on the bar top. It froths up and over the bottle neck, but I drink it back anyway, not giving a fuck that it is more than likely flat now.
“Drink and leave,” she states, folding her arms across her chest, pushing her tits up drawing my attention.
She shakes her head at me, after noticing what I’m looking at and dropping her arms to her sides. I smirk at her but clearly it is the wrong thing to do. She leans forward on the bar, resting her palms on the end, locking her elbows, and glaring at me in the eyes.
“The attention, or the smirk will not work on me again, Jonny. Been there, done that, learned my fucking lesson. You see, Jonny, I demand respect and you showed me none. You snuck out of my house like a little bitch and I haven’t seen you for nearly three weeks. So drink up and leave.”
She leaves me sitting on the stool with my flat beer in hand, and death glares at my back, clearly, they are all backing Eden. But why? Did she tell them that we fucked, and that I bolted before she woke up? Somehow, I don’t see that happening.
I have the gut feeling to piss her off, to see the fire in her come out because fuck me, she is sexy as hell when all fired up.
“Now, why would I leave? I have a place
to park myself, a cold beer in my hand, and a very beautiful woman to watch as she works.” My words stop her in her tracks, and I smirk when she turns to look at me, her hands find her hips as she glares at me.
“Now is not the time to push my buttons, Jonny. I swear to fuck, I will cut your balls off and pickle them for all to see, right behind the bar.”
“So you will touch my balls again,” I snark back, and her fury builds.
I can’t keep the smile off my face as she charges for me, but the two-foot bar between us stops her from getting her hands on me. She rests her hands on the bar, throwing daggers at me through her eyes and if I was a weaker man I would cower from the intensity in her gaze, but fuck me, this look on her makes my dick hard.
“Not on your life, Jonny Hutchins. You and your overused balls will not be coming near me ever again. You have done your damage.” Her eyes go wide when she says the last part, and my back goes straight.
“Damage? What the hell are you talking about, woman?”
She slams her mouth shut and her eyes bounce around the other men sitting at the bar and this pisses me off. Slamming my fist down on the bar top, I make her jump and some of the men react ready to jump to her defense.
“Back the hell off, man,” one of them says. My head snaps in their direction and the fucker flinches at the intensity of my glare.
Bringing my gaze back to Eden she is biting her lip still looking at me. Seconds tick by but she says nothing. Her once feisty persona is gone leaving me with an unsure woman. Clicking my fingers at her to get her attention, she scowls at me and I grin in return.
“That’s better. Now, how about we go up to your office and talk because from where I am sitting, babe, you are hiding something from me and some of these fuckers know about it.”
“Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, click your fingers at me again.” The rage I see in her eyes sparks something deep inside of me and I love the feeling. It tells me that I am still alive, and my heart is still beating.
“Office now!” I grind out, then stand and make my way to the end of the bar, but when I look back, Eden is still standing in the same spot. “Don’t make me come and get you, baby.”
Being a Nomad has made me see people for what they are, the little tells they have. The slight tilt of their heads, the twitch of an eye. Watching people is something that you learn to do when you have so much time on your hands. It can also save your life, especially if your gut is giving you a bad feeling, like the one I am feeling right now.
We stand in a glare-off until she huffs, slamming her hands down on her thighs in defeat, and walks toward me. She storms past me and down the narrow hallway that leads to some stairs that take us up to her office.
Her ass looks beyond hot in her tight jeans, the black t-shirt she is wearing is tucked into the waistband, showing off her curves that my dick likes so much. With each step she takes her ass cheek lifts and falls, begging me to grab onto it and sink my teeth in firmly, making her scream my name.
She pushes the door open, walks around, and sits in her chair, throwing me yet another glare. I cock an eyebrow at her, but she doesn’t back down. Shaking my head, I sit my ass in the chair opposite her and cross my arms over my chest, my leather jacket cracking under the tension from my biceps.
Nothing gets said for a long time, but I can see her thinking over what to say to me. She is working out the best way to tell me something but also something is holding her back.
“How long have you been a Nomad?”
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Not what I was expecting her to say, but I answer her. I have nothing to hide from her or anyone.
“Years, maybe six. Could be seven. Fuck, I’ve lost count. Why?”
She shrugs like the question she just asked didn’t mean anything to her, but clearly it did, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked it. Why do women always feel the need to beat around the fucking bush rather than come out with straight-up questions and their reasons why?
“Do you ever see yourself staying in one place any time soon?” Her voice is soft but firm.
Her words are like a punch to the chest. I breathe in deeply through my nose, keeping my gaze locked on the woman opposite me.
Have I thought of staying in one place since Jenn? Fuck yeah, I have. Could I stay in one place? I have no fucking idea if I am capable of standing still.
I have been asked this question a few times over the years and my answer was always the same, fuck no. Never want to put myself in a situation where I can have my heart ripped out again.
But looking across at this woman and my heart seems to want to answer differently than before.
“Maybe. Nothing is certain, and to be fair, I have never found something or someone to hold me still.”
Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say because her fury is back tenfold. Her eyes blaze, her lips are pressed into a thin line, and her cheeks redden in anger. Leaning forward in her chair, she rests her elbows on the desk in front of her and glowers at me.
“Well, you know where the door is, Jonny. I have nothing that will keep you here and to be honest, I’m not sure I would ever want to keep you.”
Her words mean something, but her eyes are saying something else.
“What are you hiding from me?” I climb to my feet and make my way around to her, she leans back in her seat folding her arms across her chest, like a protection shield.
My palms rest on the arms of her chair, I lean in caging her in, not giving her a chance to escape me. Her eyes widen but dilate with lust, her chest heaves with short, shallow breaths showing her desire for me.
Knowing that I have her weakening, I make my move and slam my mouth down onto hers making her gasp, so I slip my tongue into her wet mouth and feel every inch of her.
Her hands come up to my neck, pulling me closer. I break the kiss, we stay like that with our lips a breath apart, eyes locked in a stare of lust and desire for each other, breathing each other in.
“I want you, Eden, more than you know,” I tell her, then pick her up and sit her on the desk before kissing her again.
She whimpers into my mouth as her hands snake around my neck, her nails digging into the nape of my neck, holding me to her. I move my hands to her jeans, popping the button open and lowering the zipper, with our lips still locked I move my body so I can pull her jeans down her thighs, leaving her panties on.
Breaking the kiss, I pull her top up and over her head, dropping it to the floor, then reach around to unhook her bra, letting the item slide down her arms, before it meets her clothes.
“Fuck me, your tits are amazing. Ready to be played with and sucked on.” My cock likes the sound of that if the twitches are anything to go by.
Latching my mouth around a tight nipple, I fiddle with my own jeans, opening the button and zipper, pushing the denim down my thighs so my cock springs free.
I don’t bother to make sure she is ready for me my cock needs in her now. Not wanting to waste any more time, I line my cock up and let out a sigh when I feel how wet and hot she already is for me.
“Just do it,” she pants out, bucking her hips, trying to force me inside of her.
“Greedy little pussy.” I grin at her and slam home.
Home!
Why does that sound like a good thing to me? My heart stutters in my chest at the thought of coming home to Eden after every job. Or even staying here at the Road Hound with her.
Fuck me.
I shake off the thought and just need to focus on the now, removing my cut with care and tugging my tee off, I get to work. My cock slides into her and I can’t stop the sigh I release again. It scares the fuck out of me feeling like this but it also feels way too good to stop.
Not looking her in the eyes, I slam into her, over and over again. Looking down to where my dick is sliding deep into her pink pussy and coming out covered in her juices.
With harsh breaths, I pound into her, my balls hitting her ass as it hangs over the edge of the table. She leans back
on her elbows and takes what I give her. Each thrust and grunt belongs to her, she is drawing every ounce of pleasure out of me.
My spine starts to tingle, so I know I am close. Moving one hand off her hip, I thumb her clit and her hips buck like a stallion horse. I smirk at the sight, but I don’t meet her eyes again, it is causing anger in my chest thinking that this woman can do so much damage to me.
“I need you to come, baby. Fuck me, my balls are going to explode. Get there, Eden,” I hiss out as the climax builds.
“Yes. Harder.” she cries out as I do as she asks that has her coming all over my cock.
One, two, three more thrusts and I follow her off the cliff, my orgasm making my knees go weak, so much that I have to lean my hands on the desk to balance myself.
Coming down from the climax, I pick Eden up and sit my ass in her chair, keeping her attached to me, my cock buried deep in her soaked pussy, not caring that my cum will come dripping out of her any second.
I just need to feel her.
Have her skin against mine.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” Her voice is a whisper.
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Helping to pull the chairs down off the tables, ready for opening time, I look over and see Eden behind the bar, marking down the measurements on the liquor bottles and counting beer bottles along the way.
She looks fucking breathtaking in jean shorts and a thin strap camisole that hugs her tits perfectly. Her hair is piled up on top of her head, and her makeup is light. For some reason I like that look on her, Jenn used to cake her makeup on but with a fine art, something about blending and some other shit.
I could get showered, dressed, and down a six-pack before she even finished her hair, but I loved every part of her. The last four days that I have been here with Eden have been good and bad; good spending time with Eden in her bed, which is out of this world, but bad because I have been having dreams of Jenn.
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