by Jagger Cole
“We got a call about a fight at the Desert Eagle Motel last night. When I got there, the manager showed me a security tape of two beat-up looking punks dragging a third one into a van and roaring off. The room they wrecked with their shenanigans was under your name, and you weren’t there. So…” he tips his hat. “Yeah, I was a little curious where you might be.”
“Chief Creesh, I’m sorry, I should have gone to the station and reported it, I was just…”
I falter, looking for the right words. But the police chief just shakes his head. “Terrified?”
I smile weakly. “Pretty much.”
“Well, I’d like to hear what happened last night, but we don’t have to do it here and now. Why don’t you come down to the station later and we’ll go over some things.”
“Am I in trouble?” I pale. “Do I need a lawyer?”
“Oh, no. Not at all. I mean you can get a lawyer out here if you want, but I’m just lookin’ for your account of what happened. You can come tomorrow if you like, I’d just prefer the facts to be as clear as they can be. You can bring Rowan if you like,” he adds with a smile.
I smile back and blush, and I’m pretty sure there’s nothing remotely “coy” about my mannerisms when it comes to Rowan. Especially to a police officer. Chief Creesh grins. “He’s a good guy, Rowan. I’m glad you’re out here with him. Anyways, I won’t take up your day. Just wanted to check in is all. You’re okay though?”
I nod. “I am, yeah. Thanks, Chief. Oh, if you could…”
He laughs. “You’d rather keep this little vacation at casa de Rowan a secret, that it?” I blush and nod, and Chief Creesh grins. “Fair enough. These old lips are sealed. Stick with Rowan, you’ll be fine. And tell him I say hi. Take care now.”
I wave as he drives off, and then I head back inside for some more snooping and scoping out the amazing landscape. I make it as far as the kitchen though before I spot the rack of cookbooks, and I suddenly get a crazy idea…
10
Rowan
I don’t make it back as early as I thought I’d be able to. One of the waitresses at the diner ends up coming in with some brake issues on her Jeep, and old Mr. Till comes in for some new tires on his ancient pickup. I check in with Anna a few times though through the throwaway phone I gave her, and hearing her voice just makes my damn heart beat a little faster. Then she hints at what she wants to do with me when I come home, and that gets my cock rock fucking hard. It makes changing tires a little tough.
“Who do you keep calling, buddy?”
I realize I’m still grinning and staring at my phone as I step back into the shop after a call with Annabelle. I quickly lose the grin and stick the phone in my pocket.
“No one.”
Joaquin laughs. “You sure been spending a lot of time today talking to no one.”
“You get those brake pads machined down yet?”
“The kid’s working on ‘em.”
Levi is “the kid,” even though he’s twenty-four. Joaquin and I go way back, along with our friend Carter. We all served together in the same platoon and ended up coming out here to Arizona afterwards. Carter’s the only native. Joaquin’s from L.A. originally, and I’m from all over, but we all found a home here. Levi rolled into the shop one day on a vintage 60s Triumph Bonneville motorcycle looking like James fucking Dean. He had a mouth on him that almost got his ass kicked by the two of us. But motor nerds know other motor nerds, and it was clear he knew what the fuck he was talking about when it came to engines. It was also pretty clear he was running from something, but hell, who isn’t? Levi ended up staying in town for a week and swinging by the shop to talk bikes every single day. At some point, I just ended up hiring him.
“So what’s her name?”
I glare at Joaquin, since he clearly hasn’t gotten the hint to drop it. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“This coming from the dude who keeps leaving to go giggle like a fucking schoolgirl on the phone for twenty minutes at a time?”
“It’s my damn shop, remember?”
“Aren’t you supposed to lead by example?”
“Are you eleven?”
He laughs. “Alright, fuck it man. Keep it to yourself, then. At some point though, I wanna meet the chick who’s got you all smiley all of a sudden.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see,” I mutter, going back tinkering with Anna’s Aston Martin.
“Oh, fuck me,” Joaquin suddenly says. I glance up to see him staring at me and the car. “Shit, is it the Aston owner?! Holy shit, brother!”
“We’re done talking about this. I mean it.” Joaquin seems to finally hear the warning in my voice, and he shrugs.
“Alright, fine. Do your thing man.” He grins at the sports car. “But congrats. Jesus Christ.”
Eventually, I duck out and let Levi and Joaquin close up. I drive back home with excitement rattling around inside of me. It’s not just that I’m psyched to go home and tear her clothes off, it’s that I’m excited that it’s Anna waiting for me at the end of a long workday. I turn of the truck and head to the front door, but when I open it, I’m hit with the scent of something burning and some acrid smoke.
“Anna!?”
I rush inside, only to find her looking miserable as she glances up from something black and charred she’s holding with oven mitts.
“I tried to make dinner,” she mumbles sadly. “Rowan, I’m so sorry! I tried to follow the recipe, but it freaking caught on fire or something! I totally ruined it!”
I laugh as I cross the room to her. I pluck the charred casserole dish out of her hands with a dishtowel and set it on the stove before I wrap my arms around her. “My little housewife, huh?”
“Well, I failed at it,” she mumbles.
I shake my head and pull back from her. “Nah. You in an apron and daisy dukes? Baby girl, that’s a wet dream come true.”
She flashes a smile before her mouth droops again. “Even without food?”
“You’ve been reading too much Cosmo shit about the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach.” She smiles another crooked smile, and I look her right in the eye. “But see, you already found the way to my heart,” I growl. I lean close and kiss her slowly, relishing the taste of her lips and the way she moans quietly into me.
“Let me cook tonight.”
“You cook?”
I give her a wounded look. “Did Michelangelo paint?” She finally giggles, and I grin as I take her hands in mine. “C’mon, I’ll get the grill going outside.”
Some steaks sizzling, the warm desert air, the stars above, a cold beer in one hand, and my arm around the most incredible girl I’ve ever met? Yeah, this might be heaven. Annabelle leans into me, her arm around my waist as she looks up at the stars.
“It’s so beautiful out here.”
“Amen to that,” I growl. “This is one of the reasons I fell in love with this place.”
“Are you from here?”
“No,” I shake my head and take a sip from my beer. “My dad was a Navy officer whose job it was to assess command units on Naval bases, so we moved all over the place pretty much constantly.”
“Who’s the brat now, military brat?” she teases.
“Takes one to know one,” I joke back. “My buddy Carter from the Marines is from here though, so that’s what got me out here.”
“I can see why you stay.”
I want to ask her if that also translates into seeing how she could stay, but I hold back. I can tell she’s into me, but who the hell knows if what she’s feeling is even one tenth of what I’m feeling for her. Because I look at her and I see my whole damn life. I see keeping her with me always. I see making her my wife, and having kids, all of it. I know how fucking crazy that sounds, too. But I also know what I know.
“I mean honestly, this is ridiculous,” she breathes as she looks up. “You can’t top this.”
“Yeah I didn’t think so either. Until yesterday.”
Her cheeks flush r
ed as she looks up at me, and I lean down to kiss her slowly. She whimpers softly, her tongue finding mine as I hold her tight.
“Come on,” I finally growl. “Let’s eat.” We tuck into the steaks, and damn did they turn out good. I’ve also grilled up some veggies, and Anna’s put together a salad. With the fire in the fire pit crackling and the stars glowing up high, it really is perfect. When we’re done, we clean up and then head back outside to slump into a couple of reclining deck chairs while I finish a beer.
“Hey, can I get a drink?”
I grin as I look at her. “You want some water?”
“Very funny.” She rolls her eyes at me. “I mean like a beer.”
“When you’re twenty-one, sure,” I laugh.
“Aww c’mon!”
“C’mon nothin’. I’m not going to get busted for getting a nineteen-year-old all liquored up.”
She laughs. “Who’s talking about getting liquored up? I just mean a beer!”
“Nope.” I grin. “Not happening.”
“Not even if I do this?”
She swivels to face me, sitting on the edge of her deck chair, and she suddenly pulls her t-shirt up high, flashing me her tits. Instantly, my dick twitches, and my eyes are glued to those perfect, creamy globes and the perfectly suckable nipples capping them. Anna giggles as she pulls her shirt back down.
“So, what do you think?”
“I think I need another look to help make up my mind.”
She beams at me as she lifts her shirt once more. Fuck, she really does have perfect fucking tits. And my cock thinks so too.
“So?”
“Shit, I don’t know, sweetheart,” I sigh heavily, and she rolls her eyes before she stands up. She whips her t-shirt off and suddenly undoes her cut-offs, dropping them to her feet. I groan as she steps out of them, hooks her finger into her panties, and slips those down as well, until she’s standing a foot from me totally naked and fucking gorgeous. The firelight flickers over her smooth skin, her pert tits, and her tight little ass, and the animal in me hungers for her.
“How about now?”
“Now I think I’ve found my dessert,” I growl as I suddenly sit up and grab her. Anna shrieks and giggles as I pull her into my lap, until she’s straddling me. My hands find her ass, and then we’re not laughing anymore as the sexual chemistry kicks into overdrive. She gasps quietly, our eyes locked. Our mouths come together, and I kiss her with everything I have.
My hands push lower, sliding over the delicious curve of her ass until my fingers find what I’m after. Anna moans as I slide a finger into her pussy from behind. She’s so fucking wet already, and she gasps as she grinds back on me. Her hands pull at my t-shirt and peel it off of me, and her mouth goes to my neck as I tease her pussy. Her hands move down lower until she’s pulling at my jeans, and I growl as my cock swells even harder. But I’m hungry for my dessert.
She gasps as I pull her up my torso as I sink back into the reclining chair. My hands hold her ass tight and pull her all the way up until her thighs spread around my head. Anna moans, her face full of lust as she looks down at me. I pull her down until my mouth is on her pussy, and she whimpers in pleasure as I slide my tongue between her lips. I thrust my tongue into her, tasting her sweet pussy until she’s writhing on my chin. My tongue slips to her clit and teases her swollen button with little circles.
Anna goes wild, grinding against my mouth and gasping. She clutches her tits in her hands, moaning as she twists her own nipples. My hands grip her ass tightly and knead her supple skin as I lick her clit like it’s my last meal on earth. Her moans get higher and her body begins to tremble until she’s coming for me. She cries out as she floods my tongue with her cum, and she collapses into me as I pull her down into my arms.
My cock throbs rock hard against her ass, and Anna gasps as I reach down to wrap my fist around it. I stroke against her skin, and her lips find mine. She kisses me deeply, rising up as I center my fat cock head against her pussy and push inside. She’s so fucking wet that she slides right down. Anna cries out as she sinks all the way down until my big balls are pressed against her swollen pussy lips. I grunt and grip her ass tight as she slides up. But then I yank her right back down, filling her up all the way with one thrust.
“Ride my cock, baby,” I growl, kissing her neck roughly. I move down to her tits and suck a nipple between my lips. Anna moans and starts to ride me like a bull. She’s new to all of this, but fuck is she a quick learner. That tight little pussy bounces on my cock, teasing every thick inch of me. She gasps in pleasure as I tongue her nipple and fuck her hard.
“Oh fuck, Rowan… you feel so fucking good.”
She writhes above me as she bounces on my dick, and I groan as my muscles clench. I thrust up into her, my hips slamming into her thighs. She’s so wet that it drips down my dick as I plunge into her. Her hands fall to my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as she rides me up and down. Pretty soon, we’re both racing without any brakes.
This girl came out of nowhere, but she’s my everything. With her, I feel invincible, like I could take on the whole damn world. I’m lost with her. I’m all in, cashing in all my chips. My hands skim over her body, guiding her as she slides up and down my throbbing cock.
“Rowan, I’m… you’re going to make me come!”
“Let me feel you come, baby,” I grunt. I pull my mouth away from sucking and teasing her nipples so that I can bite and kiss her neck. She gasps, trembling in pleasure, and I can feel her pussy clenching me even tighter. “Let me feel this perfect little pussy come on my dick, Anna. Come on that fat dick and let me feel it all.”
She slams down on me and cries out, as I feel her let go. The tight walls of her pussy squeeze and clench around me, and I lose all control. Anna comes hard on my cock, and I’m right behind her. I push my cock deep into her pussy, grinding her clit against me as she comes hard. She throws her head back and moans into the starry sky, and I unload. My hot cum spurts from my cock head and floods against her womb. She drops her mouth to mine and kisses me savagely as we come together.
We stay in the chair with me still inside of her until I’m hard again. And then we do it all over again, until she’s dripping with my cum. Later, after we shower, I hold her in my arms in my bed until she falls asleep. I’m nodding off, but I watch her sleep first. My heart races, and I know I’m feeling something I’ve never felt before. I know I’m in fucking love with this girl who fell into my world. And nothing, nothing, is going to take that feeling or her away from me.
11
Annabelle
“Anna!”
I awake with a scream. Strong, muscled arms grab me and yank me out of bed and onto the floor. It takes me a second to realize it’s Rowan, but I still know something’s wrong. Then I hear the other voices yelling, and I know damn well that something isn’t right here.
“Get down!” Rowan bellows, shoving me down between the bed and the windows. I hear men’s voices in the rest of the house coming right for the bedroom door, and my heart skips. But Rowan growls as he reaches under the bed and pulls out a shotgun. My eyes widen as he levels it at the door.
“Counting to three, and you better get the fuck out!” He yells.
“We’re here for the girl!”
My skin prickles and a chill washes over me. Rowan’s eyes narrow, and he glances at me before he looks back at the door and cocks the shotgun. “One!”
“This don’t have to be like this, pal!” The voice is frighteningly familiar, and I suddenly realize it’s one of the men from the motel room the other night. I can tell Rowan recognizes it too, because he grinds his teeth.
“How’d they find me?” I hiss in fear.
He shakes his head and glares at the door. “Two!”
“C’mon buddy, don’t be a fucking hero. Give us the bitch and we’ll—”
The shotgun blast blows a hole clean through the bedroom door, and the men on the other side scream and yell. “You fucking shithead!” On
e of them bellows. A foot comes through the hole in the door like he’s trying to climb through. But then Rowan loudly cocks in another round, the guy yanks his foot back.
“Shoot the fucker!” Another voice yells. But before they can do anything, Rowan fires again through the bedroom door. This time, we hear a scream of pain, and then footsteps running off. A car engine sputters in the driveway, and Rowan shoulders open the ruined bedroom door as it drives off. I chase him through the house and out the front door as he levels the shotgun against his shoulder and fires off another shot. This one shatters one of the back windows of the van driving away, but it doesn’t slow as it barrels down the gravely driveway to the main road.
“Motherfuckers,” he swears. He turns to me standing in the doorway, and his angry face softens. He sets the gun against the side of the house and wraps me in his arms, and I collapse into him.
“How the hell did they find me?” I whisper.
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he growls. He holds me tight and kisses the top of my head. “But I don’t think this is over.” He shakes his head and kisses my head again. “We’re going to need some backup. And fast.”
12
Rowan
I squint as I eye the barrel of the gun I’ve just cleaned. Satisfied, I start snapping it back together. The two guys around me are doing the same, and the sounds of guns being loaded echoes around the garage. After the shit up at my place, Iron Horse Bikes seemed like the safest place in town. Definitely more defensible than my mostly glass house.
I look over at Anna, who’s sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee. Our eyes meet, and I can see she’s scared. But I can also see the strength and the conviction in her eyes. I can see how damn strong and brave she’s being, even with all of the crazy shit that’s happened. She smiles at me, and I grin as I go back to loading my shotgun.