by Jessie Cooke
“You don’t like my artwork.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
“You look a little perturbed by it.”
“No. I’m not perturbed...”
“Disturbed?”
“It’s just...do you know her?”
He laughed again. “No, love. My tattoo artist was cleaning out his shed and he was going to throw her away. I don’t know where she came from, if he painted her or someone else did...but I asked if I could have her.”
“She’s...pretty...”
He laughed again. “She’s hot, yeah. But she’s also the perfect size to cover the hole I put in the wall in there one night when I came home pissed...drunk...and tried to make it to the toilet.”
“Oh,” she said, with an embarrassed giggle.
“No worries. I won’t tie you up...unless you’re into that sort of thing.” She felt another rush of heat to her face and took another gulp of the water. He leaned back in his chair with a grin and hit play on the remote control. She sat rigid in her chair for the first fifteen or twenty minutes of the movie, thinking about running away. She couldn’t see him except from out of the corner of her eye and from that angle it seemed like he was watching her and not the television. Her body jerked when she saw him move. He was smiling down at her. He had taken off his vest, and his tight, white t-shirt stretched across the muscles in his chest. She held back a sigh as he said, “I’m gonna get another beer. You need anything?”
“No, thank you.” She watched him walk into the “kitchen.” God, he’s hot. The tattoos on his arms danced as he moved and the muscles in his back showed through his t-shirt now that he’d taken off his vest. She felt herself sweating as she watched him and once again that voice in her head told her she was nowhere near hot enough to be with him. He was going to use her and she was going to get hurt. She suddenly had to get out of there. She stood up, just as he came back into the room. He set his beer down and said:
“You leaving?” She felt the weight of his hands on her hips and suddenly that inner voice was muted. She laid her head against his chest and for a second she just listened to the beat of his heart. She could feel that she was in motion, being walked backwards toward the bed. She didn’t fight it, she walked with him. When he had her legs pressed up against it, he slid his hands down and grasped the bottom of her dress. She took one last nervous, shaky breath as he pushed it up until she had to raise her arms and let him push it over her head. She tried not to think about the fact that his eyes were now on her body in only her bra and panties. Her soft, round in places and even pudgy in others, body. She felt his hands slide around her back to her bra clasp and stood as still as a statue as he unhooked it. He helped it fall away and his body shuddered as he brought his hands up to touch her breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered. Either he was really good at this seduction thing, or he needed his eyes checked. Either way, at this point she didn’t care. She looked up at him and he brought his mouth back down, caressing her breasts with his hands while he kissed her. The moans and sighs that came out of her were captured by his mouth and seemed to perpetuate the motion of his magic hands as they explored her long-untouched body.
She was breathless when he broke the kiss, and lightheaded. She watched through slitted eyes while he took a step back and pulled off his t-shirt. Now the artwork on his arms was joined by the big, intimidating snake on his chest. But Caitlin wasn’t intimidated by it...she wanted to touch it. Finn must have sensed what she wanted, and her hesitation, because he took her hands in his and raised them up to his chest, pressing her palms into his pecs. Her heart was racing as she touched him. She moved her fingers slowly across the outline of the snake and around all the hard lines of his chest. His hands were back on her hips, slowly rolling down the elastic waistband of her panties. She wished that she had picked prettier ones. She’d been sure this wasn’t going to happen...and here she was in her granny panties in front of the hottest guy on the planet. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.
She felt him roll the waistband down to the top of her pubic mound and then his hands slid back up her sides, landing on her neck. He had one on either side with his thumbs touching in front. She thought about how easily it would be for him to strangle her and then shuddered at the macabre thought. He didn’t strangle her, though, instead he brought his hands up to her face and cradled it, bringing his thumbs up to her lips and tracing them. She kissed at them and when he applied pressure, she parted her lips and let him slide one thumb inside. By instinct, she sucked on it and he groaned. He brought his mouth down again, this time hard. Their lips clashed and his tongue pushed its way in to assault every surface it could reach. He was holding her face so tightly that it hurt, but for the first time in Caitlin’s life she was experiencing what she’d only heard and read about...that fine line between pleasure and pain.
6
“Lie down on the bed,” he said, with his mouth still almost connected to hers. He had been afraid she was going to run...and he wasn’t sure she still wouldn’t. So when he let go of her and she lay down, he almost breathed a sigh of relief. His cock ached. It was as hard as a rock. He needed to fuck her. He took a few seconds to just drink in her sexy body before taking hold of those awful panties and pulling them off her. They didn’t do her justice. Panties like that should be outlawed for anyone under sixty at least. Once they were gone, she was perfect. He licked his lips and then he smiled at her as he climbed up on the bed. “I’m going to taste you now, love.” Her breath hitched, but she didn’t speak. With another grin he used his hands to wrench her legs apart. She was holding them together tightly. Once he did, he could smell how aroused she was and he could see her wetness glistening on the lips of her pink pussy.
He reached down and as he watched her face, he let his finger trace the outline of her lips. She sucked in another breath and let out a little whimper. When he dragged his finger down her slit, she moaned and gripped onto the bedspread with both hands, bunching it up in her fists. He used two fingers to pull her lips apart...fuck, she was beautiful. Once again he ran a finger down her slit, but this time her sensitive pussy was open to him and when he touched her clit, she arched her back up off the bed. He did it again, and again, wetting his fingers with her arousal, and watching as she squirmed. He finally brought his fingers to his lips and she actually groaned as he tasted her. He sucked all of the sweet moisture off his fingers, licking his lips when he finished.
“You taste as good as I knew you would,” he said, then he grinned, pushed her legs open even wider, and dropped down between her legs. He inhaled her sexy scent before plunging his tongue in between the swollen folds. He began to lick and suck and nibble and Caitlin finally seemed to be just going with it all, feeling the pleasure. Her hands were wrapped up in his long hair and she was pushing his face in deeper while he tongued her. She didn’t seem to care if his walls were thin and the neighbors heard...and that fucking turned him on. He wanted them to know he was fucking her. He never brought women to his place...ever. She was the first, and he wanted everyone to know. She screamed when she came and Finn kept licking her, hard and fast, until her movements against his face slowed and her grip on his hair relaxed. When he sat up and looked at her, she had her eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was all over the bed. “Caitlin, love, look at me.” She opened her eyes slowly and he saw color creep into her cheeks when she looked at him. He’d just fucked her with his tongue until she had an orgasm, and she was still shy. It made him chuckle.
“What?” she said, suddenly looking worried.
“You’re funny. I just tongue-fucked you until you came and you’re still shy about looking me in the eyes.” While he was talking to her, he began to caress her pussy again. He felt her hand grab his wrist and with a gasp she said:
“It’s too sensitive right now.”
“Maybe you need to come again?”
“No...I...” Finn didn’t let her finish. He slammed a finger up inside of her and she
let out a loud cry. He plunged a second one in alongside it and she brought her hips up off the bed. Finn repositioned himself so that he could put one hand on her stomach and use the other to fuck her. He fucked her hard, fast, and relentlessly, soaking up every one of her cries and moans and the wild, sexy look on her face. He loved how tight she felt around his fingers--that meant his cock was in for one hell of a ride. His cock throbbed in his pants while he held her firm to the bed with one hand and tortured her with the other. He could feel her walls tightening up and he knew she was about to come again. Crooking one finger sideways so that it hit her G-spot, and then stroking one finger back and forth across her clit, he coaxed her into her second orgasm...and even with his hand on her belly he wasn’t able to hold her down on the bed. She shot up from the top of her back to the heels of the shoes she still had on her feet and that time he was sure not only the neighbors but possibly the neighborhood heard her cries.
This time when she came down from her high, she was staring up at him with a look of awe on her face that made his cock dance even harder in his shorts. “Don’t move,” he said. She looked at him like he was crazy, as if she could move if she wanted to. He slid off the bed and peeled off his pants and then his shorts. Her eyes widened when they went to his cock, but then he saw the horror in them when they moved to the scars on his thighs. She reached out to touch them but he grabbed her wrists, roughly, and using his hold on her he pulled her up and repositioned her on the bed. She seemed to forget about the scars, which was what he’d intended. Her arms went up around his neck and she pulled him down into another rough, frantic kiss. He reached down and he was just about to enter her when he felt her body tense. She pulled out of the kiss and said:
“You need to wear a condom.” Finn groaned. He knew he should be worried that she’d get pregnant or give him a disease...but fuck, he wanted to feel her.
“I always wear a condom...always. I’m clean, baby. Let me feel you.”
She shook her head back and forth. “Condom, or no...sex.” His weight was on top of her. He was holding her down. Finn was no fucking rapist, but at that moment he almost wished he were. He fucking wanted to feel her. With a growl he rolled off her and had to dig around in the nightstand until he found a roll of condoms. By the time he got one out of the package and turned back around, she was sitting up. “Why are your legs all scarred up? Who did that to you?”
“Huh-uh, I put on the condom. We’re going to fuck now. You want my life story, save it for later.” He grabbed her legs and pulled her back down so she was flat. She let out a little cry, but when he climbed back up on top of her, she kissed him, passionately. He let his cock press into her, not feeling as good covered as it had...but still feeling pretty fucking awesome when he dipped the head into her. She was sopping wet and as he entered her a little at a time, her pussy clamped down on his thick cock and swallowed it up. “Oh fuck...Caitlin,” he whispered once he was all the way inside of her. She didn’t speak, but he could feel her nails digging into his back and she began to run them up and down as he started thrusting in and out of her. He reached down and slid his hands underneath her butt, holding her up at an angle so that he could strike bottom each time. She felt so good. It had been a long, long, time...if ever...that he’d felt a pussy that tight. It was like her pussy was the perfect fit...the one he’d been looking for.
He bent down to try and get a lick of her breasts as they bounced up and down and she caught his lips with hers again. She was really into it now, biting and sucking at his lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth. He wondered if she’d have a third orgasm. Was it too much to ask? A woman with a seriously tight pussy, a hot fucking body, and one who could have multiple orgasms? Fuck, maybe he was in love. He felt her body begin to tense again and her fingernails dug into his hips as she pushed him into her deeper and brought her butt up even higher. That sexy cry as she came was all it took for his body to shatter from the inside out in a million pieces and he rocked an orgasm unlike any he could ever recall having. The waves of it kept rolling over him again and again, touching every fiber in his body and filling him with pleasure. He felt like he couldn’t catch his breath, and his heart seemed to be trying to climb out of his chest.
When he finally opened his eyes and looked down at Caitlin, she was smiling. Her eyes were closed and her hair was stuck to her face and her lips were swollen and her cheeks were bright red...and she had the sexiest smile on her face that he’d ever seen. Suddenly, all the good feelings were gone. It was like when he was using heroin, and his fix was wearing off. He didn’t know when he’d get another and sometimes he panicked because he didn’t know if he’d get another...and his life would be endlessly flat and not worth the trouble it took to breathe in and out. Caitlin was in his veins and he already wanted another dose. But he couldn’t keep her. She was already asking questions about his scars. What was he going to tell her? How could he explain any of his past? A woman like her deserved a whole man, not one that was walking around pretending to be someone he wasn’t. He was a dead man, and dead men didn’t have relationships. But as soon as Caitlin opened her eyes and looked at him, that’s what he saw there. She had relationships in her eyes.
Fuck. Finn had been so careful. He picked the women out carefully in the bars, the ones he knew would just be happy for the time spent in the dark back room. He’d wait until they were too drunk to ask questions, or too high to even consider seeing him again. He had it down to a science...and then Caitlin had walked into that fucking coffee shop and changed everything. What was he thinking, asking her out on a date? What did he think was going to happen when he brought her back to his place, completely sober? She was so sweet, and so trusting...and he’d stripped bare for her, the first time he’d ever done that for a woman...and the last.
Caitlin felt like she was floating. Her body had never felt so light, or so good, ever before. She could feel herself smiling and she could feel Finn looking down at her even before she opened her eyes. She’d waited until she felt him sliding out and then she’d opened them...and the smile had fallen from her face. Finn was already sitting up, looking for his shorts on the floor. She pushed up on her elbows, and looked at his back, stuck somewhere between ecstasy and agony as he pulled on his underwear and reached for his jeans.
“Finn? Is everything okay?” She heard her voice shake and it sounded so weak and pathetic.
He looked over his shoulder at her, tossing his long, now loose hair out of his pretty eyes as he did. Moments ago those eyes had looked at her with reverence, and now they just looked cold and empty. “Everything’s fine,” he said, looking like he was forcing a smile. “I have to get up early. How about you?”
Her body was shaking all over, but she fought hard to steady her voice before she said, “Yeah, I should go.” She felt the bed shift as he stood up and watched him while she fought back tears. He fished his t-shirt up off the floor and then, as if getting dressed immediately himself wasn’t insult enough, he tossed her underwear and dress onto the bed.
“You want a beer?”
“No,” she said, cursing her voice again as it cracked. She was thankful when he went into the kitchenette and drank his beer standing against the counter with his back to her. She quickly pulled on her clothes and grabbed her purse.
“I’ll walk you out,” he said, casually, like they were friends. She wanted to slap him or scratch his eyes out. Instead, she took a deep breath and said:
“No thanks, I know the way.” She didn’t look back, and he didn’t try to stop her. She was in her car, half a mile away, before finally pulling over and letting the tears flow. Caitlin had endured teasing in high school for being a “nerd.” She’d heard whispers from the “pretty” girls about her “fat” hips. She’d given up on dating the football star or being the homecoming queen early on. But she’d never been as humiliated as she was tonight. How could she have ever thought that anything Finn said or did was sincere? She was such a fool. He’d lied to her from the beginning.
What made her suddenly believe that he wanted her...that he’d want her again? What in God’s name had she been thinking?
She sat there for a long time, berating herself, cussing him, cursing God. Than at last, she was over it...or so she told herself. She put the car back in drive and headed home. She would shower what was left of him off her and then she’d fall asleep with her mother’s voice in her head, “Don’t give up the goodies too soon, Caitlin. They won’t have any respect for you.” Her mother forgot to mention one thing...the fact that she wouldn’t have any respect left for herself, either.
7
Several days had passed since Finn pushed Caitlin out the door and the image of the pain in her beautiful eyes had burned itself into his brain. Thanks to his chaotic life as a young man, he’d gotten good at putting things in boxes. It helped him survive. He only thought about one thing at a time...the present and whatever it was he needed to do in order to survive it. He knew that would never bode well for him where a real future or a real relationship was concerned but he didn’t know how to change that. Luckily there had been a lot of work to do at the shop. Jace had to go to New Mexico to deal with something involving his sister, who was in a home there, and Beck had gone with him. While he was gone, he had one of the prospects following the guy who “recognized” Finn, but he’d told Finn to stay away, keep a low profile, and they would deal with things when he got back.
Jace and Beck returned late in the afternoon on a Friday and Jace called church as soon as they got back. The club was temporarily a small building attached to the back side of the motorcycle shop. They had plans to build a much nicer one but were still waiting for all the permits to go through. For now they were making it work, and since the club was only eight members strong not counting Jace and Beck, they hadn’t needed the extra room yet. Wolf had been out once to visit in the past six months and he’d expressed concerns that they weren’t recruiting quickly enough, but what they were all learning about Jace was that he did things his own way and in his own time. Finn harbored some resentment that he was the first patched member after Jace and six months later he still hadn’t been offered one of the executive positions, but he did have to respect Jace’s resolve to handpick his members and to choose them wisely.
