by M. K. Moore
“Your name?” she demands, her voice stronger, huskier than it way before.
“Elmer,” I grumble without thinking. I hate my fucking name.
“Oh my god, so freaking cute,” she says, kissing me again.
Okay, not the reaction I thought I’d get, normally it’s something to do with Fudd, but I’ll take cute coming from her any day. Reaching behind her, I slam my office door closed and throw the lock.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, not really expecting an answer.
“The same thing you are doing to me,” she replies.
I have never had this kind of reaction to a woman before. Never had this feeling of uncontrollable lust before. With my fucked up childhood and the things I saw the old timers doing in the clubhouse with any available hole, I just never made the time to get to know a woman. A thirty-six-year-old man who has never been with a woman is an oddity and nothing I’ve ever spoken about before, but fuck if I don’t know exactly how to please her. It’s like I’ve waited my whole damn life for this one moment. This one girl to make me whole.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper as I kiss her neck.
“This is crazy. I never do things like this. Never. I shouldn’t do this, but I’m going too,” she mumbles and dick hardens even more.
I move her until her back is flush with the door. Caging her in she puts her arms around my neck. Our eyes meet and then the air shifts. I sniff the air like a fucking animal. I swear to God, I can smell her arousal. It’s primal, this need I have for her. She moans as I lift her slight body, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Come home with me,” I groan, breathing in her scent again,
“I can’t wait that long. Now. Take me now,” she demands, biting my neck. Who the fuck is this little girl with the long golden hair? It’s so fucking long, it reminds me of the story my nana used to tell me about the stolen baby locked away in a tower. In all my years, I’ve never seen anything like it. Never felt anything so soft. She’s a demanding little thing and I fucking love it.
“Where did you come from?” I ask in awe, pushing her long skirt up her thighs. As more and more of her creamy skin is exposed, I lick my lips. I should take my time, but I am too amped up. Thunderstruck switches to Animal by Nine Inch Nails and I grin. Has it really only been a few minutes since I opened the door?
“What do you mean?” she asks, fumbling to open my belt.
“Never mind,” I groan as she gets my pants open and reaches into them, gripping my hard cock with her soft hands.
“Yeah?” she says, jerking my cock.
I let my pants slide down a bit and push her panties to the side, beyond ready to be inside of her. I can see how wet she is. Changing my mind, I have to taste her before I fuck her so I set her down on her feet and drop to my knees in front of her. Pushing her dress up, I pull her panties down her legs and she steps out of them.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I groan, staring at her neatly trimmed, but not bare pussy. Licking my lips, I lean forward and kiss her before licking around her swollen little clit.
“Oh, my God,” she hisses and I lose myself in her sweet cunt.
Oh my God, indeed.
Chapter Four
Rachelle
“Oh. My. God!” I chant over and over. I can’t even right now. I can’t catch my breath. Ledger is doing amazing things to my pussy right now, but I need more. Instinctively, I grab his hair and pull him up to me. He kisses me savagely and I can taste myself on his lips and I don’t hate it.
“You taste like my greatest sin,” he growls as moves his kisses down my neck before sucking on it hard enough that I know it will leave a mark. His mark.
“Uh-huh,” I whimper. “I need more.” Realization dawns on me that I do need this. Need it more than I have ever needed anything in my life.
“You’re gonna get all you can handle,” he says, his voice gruff. I watch in fascination as he trails his fingers down my side to the hem of my dress and pulls it up my body slowly before yanking it over my head. It lands in a soft swish on the floor. I didn’t think to put a bra on this morning so my nipples harden even more as soon as the air-conditioned air hits them. There is something so wrong and so right about him being fully clothed with just his massive dick hanging out of his pants while I am on full display for him. He sucks in a breath and for a second, I think that he doesn’t like what he sees, but no, that’s not it. He lowers his head sucking on my right nipple before moving to the left one. He cups my boobs and squeezes them hard. I moan at his touch. Our eyes connect and I am mesmerized by his icy blue ones. I open my mouth to say something, but I have no words so I close it just as quickly as I open it. His mouth lands on mine, our tongues warring, but he wins. He controls the kiss and lets me know he’s in charge. I crave his guidance and I don’t really understand that feeling. He’s causing a plethora of emotions inside of me and I don’t understand those either. Even knowing that a man like him won’t want anything to do with me in the long haul, I feel so desperate for him to love me, that I’d do anything to keep him. My bleak future pushes into the forefront of my mind and I have to push it back. That bullshit has no business intruding on the most magical moments of my life. At least I’ll have an amazing memory to get me through the rest of my life.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifted me back up and pinned me to the wall. He uses his free hand to slowly guide his cock into me. I moan my pleasure at the same time he groans his. He breaks through my virginity. I don’t even care that it hurts. He feels so good inside of me. He pulls out and slams back into me.
"You're mine, Rachelle. I popped your sweet cherry, that makes this pussy mine. Forever. You are the only woman I will ever know like this. You. Were. Made. For. Me,” he growls, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust of his hips.
"This is crazy, " I moan. How can I be so far gone in less than twenty minutes? I feel like every minute of every day has brought me to this point. To this man. But it can’t last, so I cling onto him and let him dominate my pussy and my heart.
My back slams into the wall over and over as he drives into me over and over. There is no fucking way he’s never done this before. He’s too good. Too strong. Too everything and it’s happening all at once.
His hands are gripping my thighs tightly and his eyes never leave mine as he owns me body and soul. I never want this to end, but like everything in life, it must. I never thought I’d meet a man who I’d crave like the many, many book boyfriends I’ve read over the last few years.
Suddenly, I am sobbing from the intense pleasure that is washing over me. My toes curl as my orgasm washes over me. He stops fucking me and sets me down on the floor.
“Why did you stop?” I demand like a petulant child.
“You are crying. Did I hurt you, halo?”
“No. The opposite actually,” I reply, sniffling. Grabbing his forearms, I hold on to him for dear life. “You didn’t get to come,” I whisper.
“I’ll survive until the next time I bury myself inside of you,” he says, winking at me. My tears have dried up but they threaten to start again because I know I’ll never see this man again. I have to go home and save my family.
“Nope. I don’t like that at all,” I say, dropping to my knees in front of him. I pull his still hard cock into my mouth and suck him. I don’t actually know what I am doing, but I have definitely read enough erotica to get the gist of what I am supposed to be doing.
“Jesus Christ,” he swears above me and his hands fist into my hair. He guides my head as I savor the taste of both of our flavors combined. “I am so close, baby. So close.” He fills my mouth but it’s so much it spills out. I pull off of him and he’s still coming hard. It hits my chest, my face, my hair. I can’t help feeling like a filthy goddess. I did this to him. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard. He grabs a towel from the folded stack on a table and gently cleans me up. He strips off his shirt and I am greeted with all the gorgeous tattoos he has coveri
ng his chest, abs, and arms. Then he drags me to the little leather couch where he slides his still hard cock into me again. I lose track of how long we make love or how many times. I have no idea what time it is, but the sun is starting to set. Standing, I stretch and I am deliciously sore everywhere. He stands with me and kisses me again. I could get lost in his kisses, but I don’t really have that luxury. I know that I need to leave. Go back home, but I don’t want to. I want to stay with this man forever. Pulling away from him, I look around for my dress. Finding it, I move over to it and pull it back on. I had keys when I came in, but I find them in the pocket of my dress.
“Um… Thank you… you know for today. I’ll never forget it,” I whisper as I watch him pull his pants on again. Earlier in the day, he shed them and we spent the rest of the time naked as the days we were born.
“There will be many, many more days like this. You’re coming home with me. I’ll treat you like the queen that you are.”
“I would love to go home with you, Ledger, but I can’t,” I tell him and immediately hate myself for it. I believe him when he says he’d treat me like a queen and I know that I’d treat him like a king, but that future isn’t meant to be. I had my one moment of happiness and now I will save my family.
“Why the hell not, Rachelle? You got another man? Surely not. No one could resist you and I was the first man to lay claim to you, spill my seed into you. You could be full of my kid by now.”
“What? No. It’s not like that. I mean it is, but it isn’t.” I watch his handsome face fall but I can’t go over to him again. I know what will happen if I do and I’ve been gone long enough now.
“You aren’t leaving me. Ever,” he growls and I shake my head, backing out of the office. He stares at me in what I can only describe as shock.
I look at him one last time and then I am out the door and in my car. Only there do I let myself cry. It shouldn’t be like this, but it is.
He’s my other half and I can’t have him. Life couldn’t be less fair than it is right now.
Chapter Five
Ledger
It takes me all of two seconds of staring at her before I am out the door following her like a mad man. The salon is full and my employees as well as my customers are staring after me. There’s no way I don’t look like I was fucking that girl in my office all fucking day. Ignoring them, I push the door open and see her in her little Beemer crying before she pulls out into traffic. I memorize her license plate number and pull my phone out of my pocket.
“Ledger, what’s up brother?” Data, our IT guy who loves Star Trek, says in lieu of hello.
“I need you to run a plate. I need an address right away.”
“You got it. Give me the numbers.”
“1AD6949.”
“That comes back as a 2019 black BMW M6, four door sedan.”
“That sounds right.”
“Registered to Steven Dietrich. 8725 Trenton Avenue. Goran.”
“Thank man, see you at Church later,” I say before hanging up. I don’t like the idea of my pretty little queen living in Goran. It might as well be called Gomorrah with its lawlessness. I am a hypocrite, given the fact that I break the law every day, but that doesn’t make it any better.
Punching the address into my GPS, I head out of Birmingham. I pull into the driveway of the mansion and park. It’s full of cars and I can hear the sound of classical music coming from somewhere inside the house.
The front door is open and nicely dressed assholes are everywhere. There is a wedding cake on a table and I realize that I am crashing a wedding. I see a picture of an old man on one side of the table and a picture of my girl on the other side. Oh, hell no. I begin to realize that I was a last fling for Rachelle before she married the rich old guy. I am about to turn and walk away from this place until I hear screaming. The guests don’t seem to notice, but maybe I am more apt to notice something like that.
Following the sound, I come across a closed door. Moving closer to it, I hear the shouts inside.
“I told you I wasn’t doing this. I don’t care what he does. I can’t be responsible for this.”
“But you are. I told you he’d kill us all.”
“I don’t care.”
“I won’t kill them if you marry me, Rachelle. I promise.”
“Forgive me if your word means nothing to me,” my girl shouts. Immediately, I hear what sounds like a slap and kick the door in. I hear a gasp from another woman and scan the room. The old man, another man, the gasping woman and my girl, holding her face, trying really hard not to cry.
“Come Rachelle,” I say and she looks up at me, surprised.
“Ledger?” she asks, her voice sounding incredulous. “What are you doing here?”
“Rescuing you, obviously,” I say, giving her my best grin.
“Oh, okay.”
“Who the hell are you?” the other man asks.
“Dad, stop,” Rachelle says.
“Ledger.”
“Ledger? What kind of name is that?” the old man asks.
“All you need to know is that I’m an officer with the Endless Knights. Whatever the hell this is… ends now. You don’t want my brand of trouble.”
“Bullshit,” the old man says pulling his gun on me.
“Oh my God. Don’t,” Rachelle screams.
“Do it, Daddy,” the other woman shouts.
“Well, I didn’t think I was going to have to shoot anyone today, but alright, if this is how you want to play it,” I say, drawing out my Beretta, taking the safety off, pointing at the old man.
“He’s the mayor. You can’t shoot him,” the other woman says.
“Shut it, Gerlinde,” Rachelle’s father says. She turns red but does as she’s told.
“Rachelle, let’s go,” I say, holding my free hand out to her. She takes it.
“I can’t leave my brothers here with these people.”
“Take them,” the woman says at the same time her father says, “these people? I’m your father you ungrateful bitch.”
“Fuck you. You aren’t my father anymore. You gave me to someone. Gave me to a sick man. Who knows what he would have done to me?”
“I just wanted your virginity. After that, who knows?” he says shrugging. I feel her tremble beside me.
“You can’t have her virginity,” I shout getting madder by the fucking second.
“Fuck you, pretty boy. It mine.” he seethes, cocking his weapon.
“I already did, asshole. He got my virginity already. You are wasting your time here.”
“What?” the good mayor shouts, turning his gun on Rachelle’s dad. “This is your fault. You should have just let me take her.” He shoots the man in the chest without a second thought. Gerlinde runs from the room, screaming. I don’t hesitate to shoot the bastard when he turns the gun on Rachelle. Two quick pops to head and the man falls down.
“Let’s get your brothers and get out of here.”
“What about my stepmother?”
“Fuck her. She doesn't want those kids.”
We gather the boys from their playroom and she piles them into an SUV that has their booster seats in them. I leave my bike behind as I take the keys from her trembling hand. I help her into the passenger seat and move around the front and into the driver's seat. I avoid cages like this whenever I can, but my girl needs me.
As soon as we are on the highway, I call Dante and Freddy, the cleaners for the MC.
“Hey boss, what can we do for you?” Dante asks, answering the phone. The pair have been married for two years now and they are the best cleaners in the business.
“I’ve got two bodies in Goran that need to be disposed of. 8725 Trenton Avenue. I also need my bike brought back to the clubhouse, but it’ll need to be towed. I have the keys.”
“No problem.”
“There is also a witness that needs to be found. Gerlinde Dietrich. Find her and bring her to the clubhouse as well.
“You got it. Anything else?�
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“No. Thank you.”
My next call is to the president of the Endless Knights, Jared, as is protocol for an unsanctioned death. He said we’d discuss it later. At least he wasn’t pissed.
I take my girl and her brothers to my house.
This was the most eventful day I’ve had in a long time. I never thought I’d meet the love of my life and rescue her all in the same day, but fuck am I glad that I did.
Later, I leave Rachelle and her brothers at my house to get to Church. Pres sent a probie to pick me up so I can bring my bike home. Sliding into my seat at the head table, I laugh when Jared punches me in the arm.
“What the hell man? You killed the mayor of Goran. You do know that right?” he says sitting down next to me.
“Yeah, I knew that. He gave me no choice. He was going to kill my girl and I wouldn’t allow that.”
“Your girl? You didn’t have a girl yesterday,” he says, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I met her this morning. Believe me, I know it’s insane, but she’s everything.”
“No. No. I get it. Can’t wait to meet her. She old lady material?”
“Better than that,” I say.
“Well, well. How the mighty fall.”
“Don’t you have a meeting to run, Pres?”
“Yes. I do.” He moves over to his seat and calls the meeting to order. “Jekyll, read the minutes from last time,” he says gruffly.
“Sure thing, Pres. Last week we discussed a charity ride to Wyoming and the murder of Tommy Dobbins. Fucker died still owing thirty-six thousand dollars. We left it up in the air about whether or not we were going to go after Alexis Dobbins, his sister and next of kin for the debt.”
“I will be doing that,” Pres says, surprising us. “No one else will touch or talk to her without my permission. Is that understood?”
Yeses go up around the room. “Also, Misty Keene wants a meeting with Veep. She called me this morning.”
