by Olivia Ruin
I held his eyes with my own, willing him with every fibre of my being to believe the lies that I was laying down. Come on, you son of a bitch. Believe me. Trust me. Let me in. It was time to see if two nights together was enough to sway him to my side.
His hand came up to cup my cheek. “If you’re lying to me, Leslie, I swear to god I will kill you.” He looked back at Frank and Nathan. “I believe her. Mostly. I’m taking her under my protection.”
Frank shook his head, those deadened eyes still boring into me. “I don’t think so Jed, a few pretty words aren’t enough to convince me. We shouldn’t be letting her out of here outside of a coffin.” Nathan nodded along with his boss’ words.
My stomach dropped. Everything would come down to a battle of wills between Jed and Frank. Would Jed win?
“I’m not taking no for an answer. She lives, and she stays with me.” Jed’s big frame seemed to grow even bigger as he stood against two other members of the brass.
Nathan held his hand out, a feeble gestured to try and halt any potential violence after their crew had already suffered losses today. “We need something, proof that she isn’t a spy. We need her to do something that no government agent would ever do. The question is what?”
Jed snorted. “You mean like sleep with a member of the bike gang you were sent to spy on? I’m pretty sure that alone would do it.”
Nathan shook his head, thoughtful. “It’s not that big of a stretch. I mean, if it was what it took to do the job. They can be ruthless in their own way.” He cocked his head to the side, and I didn’t like the shine his eyes took on. “What if she has sex with you here and now though? In front of the entire club, and on camera. There is no chance that a real agent would be willing to do that.”
“Sure there is,” Frank said. “If it’s between life or death, then a person will do anything to stay alive.” His cold eyes never wavered from my face. It felt like the sun, searing my skin from exposure.
“Fuck killing her then,” Nathan said. “She did us a solid by taking out the hit squad anyways. If she doesn’t do it, then we cut her loose, no harm no foul, and if she does, then we trust her.” Frank didn’t agree, but he didn’t immediately shut it down. “Jed?”
Jed looked into my eyes, and I could tell that he had no choice. To back down from this would only disrupt his authority in the club, especially with how much he had been arguing with Frank lately. “Fine,” he said, not looking away from me. “If Frank agrees, and she has the option to back out and walk away, then I’ll do it.”
I didn’t look away from Jed’s face to see what Frank did, but he must have made some indication of assent, because Nathan addressed me next. “Ok girlie, what’s it going to be? Are you going to put on a show for us, or are you going to leave this club and get the fuck out of our town?”
I was in a dilemma. The mission depended on this choice, but Nathan was right: it was something that I would in no way be authorized to do. I may have been able to if there wasn’t going to be a video camera in my face recording it, but that was the sticking point for sure. That’s if my sensibilities allowed me to even consider fucking in front of twenty-five bikers.
All eyes were on me, waiting for the words to come out of my mouth. There’s no fucking way around this. Either I do it and potentially get fired and have it all be for nothing, or I don’t do it and completely bomb the mission.
I had always been a competitive person, and that part of me took control. “I’ll do it.”
Surprise was the reigning emotion registered on everyone’s faces, including my own. It was quickly followed by lust and glee.
“Aw, she’s gunna get fucked!”
“Jed’s going to pork her right!”
“Fuck yeah he is, she’s going to pound town and he’s going to brand that ass with the Winged Enemy stamp of approval!”
It became crowded as men jostled for a better position. Whereas before they didn’t want to come too close and risk Frank’s wrath for intruding on a matter to be settled between the brass, now they wanted to be able to see my nude body clearly while their buddy railed me.
I can’t believe I’m going to do this. The thought that I was going to let Jed, a man I had only had sex with twice, fuck me in front of the entire gang was crazy. And also got me super wet. Ah fuck. I can’t believe how turned on I am. I had always had an exhibitionist streak, which is why I hadn’t had a problem with the skimpy outfits I had been wearing, but this took things to a whole new level.
There wasn’t just one camera rolling. Half the men there had their cell phones in their hands. I now knew what the stars felt being surrounded by paparazzi.
Jed led me over to a pallet of crates, which was at the perfect height to be an accessory for a good fucking, about hip high. The crowd of men followed, keeping a near perfect circle around us. There was no passionate making out or ripping each other’s clothes off. That didn’t have a place here. Just the same, the sheer ridiculousness of what I was doing was a kind of foreplay on its own, and if I focused hard enough on Jed’s face then the other faces and comments fell away.
His colors and shirt were the first to go, and his pants dropped to the floor soon after. In almost no time flat, Jed was naked and I hadn’t even touched my own clothing yet. I pulled my tight shirt up and over, and quickly unsnapped my bra and shucked it off before I could think about it too hard.
Howls filled the open space of the garage as my tits spilled out. Most of the men had already seen them two nights ago, so at least I could comfort myself with that fact. My shorts were next to go, leaving me in only a tiny g-string, which barely covered anything. I kicked the shorts to the side, and then pushed the waistband of my panties down far enough for gravity to take over.
Whistles and catcalls penetrated my calm and surrounded me with reality. I was naked in front of dozens of bikers, about to fuck a man I had met two nights ago. Not exactly the career I had in mind when I was a little girl.
I didn’t know what to feel about the fact that Jed was already hard. It might have been better if he couldn’t get it up in front of his friends, although what they might have done if that had been the case didn’t bear thinking about. I wouldn’t put it past Frank to suggest that anyone and everyone who could get an erection could fuck me.
Backing up until my ass hit the crates behind me, I laid back and waited for Jed to get started. I refused to look around at the men surrounding the pallet, and instead looked down at my lover moving between my legs. His body, always the most potent aphrodisiac, filled my view to the exclusion of all else.
I felt his member slide up along my embarrassingly wet slit. The next thing I knew, he was deep inside of me, shoving up to the hilt. I couldn’t help myself. I moaned. Hard.
The men were laughing and congratulating Jed as he thrusted deep inside of me. My hands gripped my tits as he went, fucking me much harder than the last couple of nights. I lost all sense of my surroundings and where I was, drowning in a sea of pleasure as Jed’s thick shaft drove into my most sensitive areas again and again.
I started coming fast. Embarrassingly fast. My moans crescendoed into a full out scream as Jed kept pile driving through my clenching muscles, driving me up over the edge and through the other side. My legs started to shake from where they were held up and open by those strong hands that I admired so much.
“Wait.” Frank’s hard voice cut through the activity, silencing the men mid-jeer and stilling Jed’s hips. “She’s enjoying this far too much. It doesn’t prove anything.”
Stopped in the middle of a massive orgasm, my mind couldn’t make sense of the words.
“Have you ever had anal sex, Leslie?” Frank was beside Jed, looking down at me.
“No?” I answered, my voice rising and turning it into a question. I was lost, unable to comprehend what was happening.
“You need to fuck her ass,” Frank said. “Fuck her ass and make it hurt. It’s the only way I’ll believe that she’s telling the truth. If she stops you,
then she’s gone.”
What the hell? Is he fucking serious? Frank’s words had started to sink in.
Jed looked at me apologetically as his manhood slipped out from me.
“Wait, Jed, give me a second. I’ve never done this before!” I pleaded with him. I needed time to think. This was too much.
I felt the thick head of his shaft press against my other entrance, a place where no man had ever gone before.
”Do it!” Frank shouted, and Jed’s hips pushed in.
A scream of pain was rent from my body, fire lighting up the nerve endings as my ass was stretched further than it was ever designed to go. I could tell Jed was trying to be gentle while putting on a show and exaggerating the movement of the rest of his body, but it still hurt like an unholy bitch.
I bit down as hard as I could on my teeth, grunting through the pain as Jed opened me up in a way that I didn’t think I ever would be. Tears streamed down my face, running off my neck and dropping onto the crates below.
Thankfully, Jed must have worked some magic, as he stopped thrusting and jerked as though he were shot. The flood of fluid I expected never came, and I looked up, questioningly. His eye just barely winked down at me. He faked it! Oh thank god! It’s not like Frank could possibly expect him to go on now!
He pulled out of me, and I sat up and closed my legs before any of the numerous witnesses could see that all wasn’t as it should be.
“Are you happy now, Frank?” Jed stood there, nude, staring down the man that he had grown to hate. Their rivalry was taken to all new heights with the events of the day.
Frank stood there, cold. He didn’t look happy, but I had never seen him crack a smile. I didn’t even know what a happy Frank would look like.
He just turned and walked away, saying nothing. Nathan stepped in. “I guess that settles it.” He gave me a pained smile. “Sorry to put you through the ringer, Leslie. But we have to protect our own, and nothing stands in the way of the crew. I know I won’t doubt you any longer.” He looked like he was about to give me an awkward hug, but then remembered that I was completely naked and had just been filmed fucking one of his best friends.
Jed knelt down and grabbed my clothes for me. His poor erection was just starting to subside a little, but it was a good thing no one hung around long enough to notice that he didn’t shrink as fast as would be expected. As though they were ashamed of watching as their mate slammed a woman, the rest of the club members had dispersed and were getting back to work, ignoring the nude couple as though we weren’t there.
“Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you home.” We got dressed and left, hopping on Nightshade and tearing away from the garage.
Jed followed me into my apartment, and he pressed me up against the wall when we walked in the door. His mouth locked onto mine in an urgent, needy kiss before he withdrew and stared into my eyes. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that Leslie. I didn’t have any choice.”
“I know,” I said. “That was the toughest thing I’ve ever had to do, but at least I came out of the other side of it with you.”
We kissed again, passionately, furiously, the way that we hadn’t been able to in the garage. I grabbed his hand, and without breaking the kiss I pulled him through the apartment to the bathroom. Our shirts coming off was the only time our lips detached. I even fumbled with the water and turned the shower on while our tongues danced.
Finally I broke it off and stepped into the shower. Jed followed, and I watched, amazed, as the water hit his skin and bounced off of his hard muscles as though he was sculpted out of marble.
“I almost died today,” I said. It came out conversational, as if I were just updating him on how my day went. We could have been at the dinner table talking about the weather.
“Can you tell me about it?” The heartbreak in his voice made me remember that while I had had a tough day of it, Jed still didn’t know anything about it beyond who was responsible and that five of his friends had died.
I walked him through the chain of events, voice faltering, as he took the soap and started to wash my body. The sweat, grime, even a little blood from crawling over Gus’s body came off under his careful ministrations. It was soothing, cleansing, and I only just started to realize how tightly wound I had been since the shooting began.
After my skin was clean, he turned me away from him and started to shampoo my hair, running his fingers through it and letting me lean back against his chest while he massaged my scalp. It felt glorious, and my words slowed to a trickle as I let the sensations overcome me. He asked a few questions, and I could hear in his voice that he had started mourning his fallen comrades.
It was my turn to return the favor, and after I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair I took the soap and began sudsing his magnificent body, taking care to get every square inch. I lovingly washed off his package, and I delighted in the feeling as it began to grow in my hands. I kept one hand on it the rest of the time I spent washing him, slowly stroking him as much for my own pleasure as for his.
Both of us clean in body but still nursing some mental wounds and grime from the day, we toweled off and I led Jed to the bedroom.
I straddled him, and in a slower, much more intimate version of the first time we had sex, I rode him. My hair fell in a curtain around his face as we looked into each other’s eyes. I imprinted this memory as best I could over the mockery of a consummation that Frank had forced upon us earlier. The experience could have easily scarred the relationship and ruined it for both of us, but I refused to let it.
The first time I slept with Jed was an accident, the second time seduction. The third time was forced, but this time I did it for us. Thoughts of my mission had completely abandoned me; the only thing that mattered was this man and the connection that had been growing between us. A connection that should never have been brought to existence in the first place.
My hips moved in gentle crests and swells, bringing each of us in a slow dance up to our climax. Every thrust was important; each one filled me and wrapped him in a warm cocoon. Each was its own event.
I reached the point where the intensity was too much, and I quaked on top of him as I came. My contracting muscles closed tight around him, squeezing him, and coaxing forth his own orgasm. I welcomed the feeling of him coming inside of me, reveling in the heat of him. I rested my head on his chest, listened to his breathing as we rested.
“Thank you,” I said as I slid to the side off of his body. I kept my arm draped across his chest and my leg intertwined with his, wrapped us up together. “Thank you for being you, and for caring about me. If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I would have come out of today alive.”
His eyes opened and he looked at me tenderly. “You’re worth it. I’ve known since I first laid eyes on you that you were more than you seemed. You are the more interesting girl I’ve ever known, Leslie. It’s why I staked my claim on you the first time you walked into the Roost.”
My mind flashed back to two nights ago. The eyes of all the men, staring at me on my entrance to the bar. Jed’s voice rumbling through the bar, turning them back to their business. After spending so much time with him, I was able to decipher what he said. One word. Mine.
I nuzzled up to his neck and kissed it, resting my head there. “Are you going to be able to go back there now? Frank hates your guts.” It was an honest question. The thought of gathering intelligence was miles from my mind.
Jed’s voice tightened, anger at play under his words. “Frank had better watch his back. I had told him that messing with the natural order of things was going to get people killed. And that’s exactly what happened. And then to pull the stunt with you and me at the garage... it’s inexcusable. He has gone off the deep end.”
“What’s the natural order of things? Why the hell did those Mexicans come after the bar?” My voice broke as I questioned him. “Jed, why did I almost die?”
I could tell by the look he gave me that he didn’t want to answer the questio
ns. I almost thought that we was going to try and brush it off, despite the fact that he had five dead friends whose bodies were likely still strewn throughout the Devil’s Roost..
“I can’t... I guess you have a right to know. Considering all that you’ve been through today.” Jed ran his hand over his mouth, as though he were clearing away the bad taste of his last meal. “Frank has been really ramping up things. Escalating. Instead of just doing some mild drug running for this group of Mexican mobsters we’ve been in business with for a long time, he decided to go around them, straight to the source, and begin importing a ton of drugs directly from Columbia.”
I stared at him, shocked. This was exactly the type of information I had been hunting for. “You mean the people you used to work with just shot up your bar and killed club members?”
He nodded. “That’s right. I told Frank that his plan would backfire. You probably don’t know this, but criminals get very possessive over what they view as their business. For the Mexicans in these parts, specifically the Las Cruces cartel, that’s the drug trade. Frank going over their heads completely cuts them out of the business, which they don’t like one bit. I told him that things would go this way, but he refused to even entertain the possibility.”
Jed’s fist crashed against my headboard. “That stubborn fucking goat! Those deaths are on his shoulders!”
“Why is he doing this? What’s his end goal?” I asked even though I knew the answer. It was always the same answer.
“Money. He has aspirations to go from the leader of a small club in a nothing town to dominating the country. He wants to grow the club, turn it into some big-time criminal enterprise. I told you before about how he isn’t in it for the lifestyle anymore.” Jed shook his head, seething with rage. “He’s disrespecting the whole point of the life. And he’s dragging the rest of the club along with him. He promises a life of luxury and riches as the mother chapter of the biggest club in the country, and all it’s going to get those fools is dead.”