by Jessie Cooke
“Oh, fuck.” He froze.
“Don’t! Don’t stop. I’m about to come.”
“But…”
“Fuck me, soldier!”
Bruf figured at that point if he was going to die for this, he was going to die happy. He began drilling into her again and it was only minutes later that she came up on her toes and even through the condom, he felt her come. She was biting on her own hand to keep from screaming. Bruf grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head up while he exploded too, hoping that the condom would even hold his orgasm. She allowed him a couple of rocking motions back and forth before she stood up, and his cock fell out and she said, “You better get those pants up, soldier.”
Bruf scrambled to get the condom off and find a place to toss it and then nearly fell on his face, pulling up his pants. There was a knock on the door as he was turning his shirt right side out. “Beck? You in there?” It was Seth. Bruf had the shirt almost over his head when he heard:
“Bruf? What the fuck’s going on in there?” That was Coyote, and Bruf was fucking dead. He looked at Beck, who was already dressed…and smiling from ear to ear as she pulled open the door. Seth was looking at her with an exasperated, disappointed look. Coyote was looking at him with murder in his eyes. Fuck. Bruf suddenly wished he had thought this through better.
22
“What the hell happened?” Wolf was waiting when Bruf walked in the door of the clubhouse. All he saw of Coyote was the back of his vest as he disappeared into the office and slammed the door behind him. The club had gone silent and everyone was staring at Bruf’s face.
“Ran into a little trouble in Arizona,” he said, trying to step around Wolf. Wolf stepped into his path, however, and Bruf wasn’t getting around his friend without a fight. He’d already taken a beating from Coyote…without throwing a punch in return. He wasn’t up for a fight with the man’s son, and his best friend.
“What kind of trouble?”
“Nothing,” Bruf said. “I hit on some chick in a bar and her boyfriend didn’t like it.”
“So, what’s the old man so pissed off about? What happened in Boston?”
“You’ll have to ask him that,” Bruf said. No way was he going to bear that news, or encourage Coyote’s wrath again, if he could help it. The old man had one hell of a right hook. At first, Bruf thought he might have broken his jaw. It was starting to loosen up a little now, though, and he could move it. But it hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Why did he take you with him?” Wolf asked.
“I’ve got a fucking pounding headache, man. It’s like two fucking a.m. Can we talk about this after I get a few hours’ sleep?”
“Just answer that one question. Why did he take you? I wanted to go, and he told me no in no uncertain terms and sent me off with Manson on some bullshit assignment. Why the fuck did he take you? You’re not even patched in yet.”
“I begged him to let me go. Wolf, he didn’t take you because he didn’t want to make you a part of what may have happened in Boston. I’m not going to tell you what it’s Coyote’s place to tell you…but I will tell you this, Dax Marshall was not happy when we left, and Coyote was right to worry that whoever walked onto that ranch might not walk off.” Wolf looked toward the office door and Bruf put his hand on his friend’s shoulder and said, “He’s had a fucked-up twenty-four hours. He’ll call church in the morning. I’m not going to tell you what to do with your own old man, but I will tell you that he’s in the worst mood I’ve ever seen him in, so you might want to give it a few hours…let him get a few drinks in him at least.”
Wolf nodded, but his brown eyes were smoldering. Bruf knew he was hurt that Coyote took him and not his son to Boston with him, and Bruf didn’t blame him. But he knew Coyote did it out of love and he respected that. It was something he didn’t have, someone that cared enough about him to worry about his well-being.
“So, what happened with the White Owls?”
“Bunch of bitch-ass cowards,” Wolf said. “As soon as they saw us, they cut around the other way. We had to chase them down and Manson let them know we wouldn’t be so friendly if they came through our territory again.”
“Was their leader with them?” Bruf’s brother, Ediger, was their leader, but Wolf didn’t know that. Coyote was the only one who knew about Bruf’s connection to the group, and he wanted to keep it that way.
“No. The punk who acted like he was in charge kept saying that Ediger was going to be pissed. Manson told him to tell Ediger to go fuck himself. They were mouthy, but they weren’t going to try anything. We had them outnumbered and outgunned.”
“Good. I’m gonna shower and hit the sack.” Wolf nodded and Bruf said, “You know your old man would always rather have you with him than anyone else, right?”
Wolf snorted and walked away. Bruf didn’t have the energy to talk about it, or anything anymore. Beck had been hot…the best pussy he’d ever had…but he still wasn’t sure it was worth the shit-kicking he got from Coyote afterwards.
It took everything in Wolf to walk away and not go and demand Coyote talk to him. He was pissed at the old man for taking Bruf with him and pissed at him for being at the club at two fucking a.m. instead of home with Wolf’s mother. His mom had called earlier in the day and asked him to come by, but he’d been in a fucked-up mood and hadn’t wanted to risk it spilling out all over her, so he had promised her that he’d come by for breakfast. He wished now that he’d gone to see her while the old man was gone. He didn’t really want to have to sit at the table with him in the morning. Coyote could be an asshole any time of day, but first thing in the morning was the worst. When Wolf was a teenager, he had finally figured out that was when the old man’s blood alcohol levels were at their lowest. Coyote loved to tell himself that no one knew he was a raging, fucking alcoholic, but they all knew. Wolf had come close to telling him to his face a time or two, but despite the strong opinions he sometimes had about his father, he did his best to keep it respectful. Sometimes that was as hard as fuck, and he almost had to bite off his own tongue. Bruf had been right to stop him from going in the office after Coyote that night. His emotions were running too high. He had to relieve some stress before he faced either one of his parents, and he knew exactly how to do that.
He headed upstairs but instead of stopping at his own room, he bypassed it and stopped in front of the last room on the right. He tapped on the door lightly with the back of his knuckles and it was pulled open. Trisha met him with a smile…always. Wolf suspected that the older woman was in love with him. He felt a little bad about that. He did love her, but like you love a best friend. He knew that one day he’d meet the woman he wanted to spend his life with, and when that happened he planned on doing one of the only things his old man had done right, in his opinion. He planned on being the most faithful, dedicated son of a bitch in the world. But for now, Trisha gave him everything he needed. She wasn’t only better at what she did than the younger girls around the club, she was more interesting to be around. Wolf found that he enjoyed having sex with a woman he could lie in bed with and have a conversation afterwards. Trisha was smart and compassionate…and sexy as hell.
“Hey, lover,” she said, as he walked into her room. He could smell the light scent of her perfume as soon as he walked in, and it went straight to his dick. He loved the way she smelled. It was like she always just stepped out of the shower.
“Hey,” he said, wrapping his big arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Trisha was one hell of a kisser, or at least Wolf thought she was. He hadn’t kissed a lot of women, and most of the ones that he had kissed had been girls. He loved that Trisha was a woman…an experienced woman. Every time with her was a little bit hotter than the last.
Their kiss lingered as they licked and sucked hungrily at each other’s lips and tongues. She put her arms up around his neck and tipped her head to the side, so his tongue could slide in deeper. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together. Their breaths were both
short and ragged, and Wolf’s cock was swelling more by the second. He flexed his hips into hers, rubbing himself against her flat stomach and making her moan even more as she pushed back into him. Wolf could hardly catch his breath at all by the time she broke the kiss.
The room was dark except for the moonlight coming in through the sheer curtains, but she looked so beautiful standing under it with her lips swollen from their kiss and her cheeks flushed. She was wearing a short nightie and her breasts were swelling out over the top. Her hard nipples were pressed into the soft fabric and Wolf’s mouth watered as he looked at them. Her pretty eyes were filled with fire as she looked at him and he could see the intensity of her desire for him there. Just the hungry way she looked at him was almost enough to get him off. He hoped that when he did find the love of his life, she would look at him just like that. She smiled and pushed his vest back off his shoulders. He let it fall to the floor and then lifted his arms so she could snake her warm, soft hands underneath his t-shirt and push it up over his head. She dropped it on top of his vest and her hands went to his jeans. She kissed his lips, softly and then as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, she planted soft kisses down his chin and his neck.
When she reached his chest, she traced the muscles there with her tongue, flicking at each nipple and sending goosebumps racing down his arms. She kissed down his belly and then licked along the top of his shorts, letting her tongue skim across the tip of his hard cock as it poked its head over the top of the elastic band. She didn’t push his pants down, but worked her lips over the top of his cock and sucked the head of it into her mouth. Wolf groaned and put his hands in her hair. She sucked just the head for several seconds before standing back up and pushing against his chest so he would move over closer to the bed. When he was standing with his legs against it she finally took his jeans and shorts in her hands and pulled them down. She was on her knees and she smiled up at him as she took his cock in her hand and began to slap it against her tongue. Wolf watched her in awe. She was like watching a high-class porn movie. So. Fucking. Hot.
“Lie down, baby,” she whispered. Wolf sat on the bed, and then lay back. She put her hot lips back on his belly and let them slide down again until they found his cock. She didn’t touch him with her hand at all this time, she just sucked him into her mouth and held him there against her tongue. His body began to tingle when she brought her other hand up and began to gently rub up and down between his legs while she bobbed her head up and down, sucking him like a vacuum, all the way to the back of her throat.
“Jesus, Trisha…so fucking good.” He felt her smile around his cock and he lifted his head so he could watch her. He could feel the pressure building in his core and he had to lie back down and not look at her to keep from coming in her mouth. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensations of her hot, wet tongue sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. She licked him down one side and then back up the other, running her tongue around the head and across the tip. When she opened her lips again and sucked him back into her mouth, that was it…he was done. He grabbed two fists full of her red hair and pulled her face up off his cock. She crawled up on the bed and straddled him. He lifted the short nightie she was wearing and pulled it off over her head. His hands went straight to her breasts.
She had gorgeous breasts and they fitted perfectly into the palms of his hands. He felt her big nipples harden against his palms and he massaged and caressed them as she slid the wet crotch of her silky panties up and down the length of his throbbing cock. He moved his hands so he could pinch her nipples between his fingers and roll them back and forth. Finally, he slid a hand around to her back and pushed her down so he could reach them with his mouth. He opened his mouth and took one of her dark areolas into his mouth. The feel of her hard nipple against his tongue made his cock throb even harder, and he arched his hips up and pressed his cock harder up against her. She slipped her hands underneath his head and held him to her breast, whispering his name and moaning as she writhed on top of him.
He felt her pull her breast from his mouth and he opened his eyes. She pushed up on her knees and slid her panties down, and then she stood up, on the bed, and straddled him as she took them off. He had a perfect shot of her wet, pink pussy. Once she got the panties off, she lowered herself back down and took his cock into her hand. She stroked it against her pussy lips a few times before at last lining him up with her opening and letting him enter her. They both moaned loudly when her tight muscles wrapped his cock up like a warm, wet blanket. Once again he reached for her nipples. He began to pinch and pull at them while she started moving back and forth. His cock slid in and out of her, but she was pressing her hips down into his so tightly that he could feel her moist pussy against the flesh of his lower stomach.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he told her. She smiled and leaned forward. He let go of her breasts and she smashed them into his chest and covered his mouth with hers. When they kissed, he reached down and took her hips in his hands. He used his hold on her to move her up and down while thrusting his hips up and down as well. She began sucking on his tongue and riding him faster and harder. Wolf let her be in control as long as he could take it and then with both of his arms wrapped tightly around her, he rolled her over so she was on her back and he was on top. The tip of his cock was still in her pussy and he pushed forward, hard, burying himself as deeply in her pussy as he could go. They both cried out and then she continued to moan and whimper as Wolf pounded into her. Her fingers were digging into his hips and Wolf had his hands in her hair, pulling at it as he fucked her with everything he had. Trisha came first, crying out his name and shaking all over as the orgasm hit her in wave after wave. It was Wolf’s turn then and he had a massive orgasm that he felt in every nerve in his body. When he finally finished, he collapsed down on top of her and Trisha let him lie there until he recovered and rolled off her at last. “Damn,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking good.”
She cuddled into his side and he slipped his arm under her neck. “So are you, baby.” They lay silently for a while, both of them drifting into a light sleep and then pulling themselves out of it. After a while Trisha said, “Did you talk to your mama today?”
Wolf opened his eyes and looked down at her. “No. I’m having breakfast with her in the morning. Or in a few hours, I guess. You know what she wants to talk to me about, don’t you?” She didn’t answer him, she just snuggled deeper into his side. “Trisha? What’s going on with my mom? Is she finally going to leave the old man?”
Trisha lifted her head and looked down at him. “You don’t think she’d ever leave him, do you?”
“Probably not, but I don’t understand why not.”
“Oh, baby, your mama loves that man…so much. I envy them. Not everyone finds that person, you know? The one that fits you perfectly, the other half of your whole.”
Wolf chuckled. “You’re such a romantic.” He pulled her down and kissed the side of her face. “But I know you’re right. She loves him. I guess opposites do attract.”
“He loves her too, you know? I’m not sure he would be able to live without her if she left.”
“He loves his whiskey and his motorcycle…and this club, and then her, and me.”
“No baby, you’re wrong. Coyote would give it all up for her, or for you.”
Wolf moved her again so he could look at her face and said, “How do you know that?”
“I can see it, whenever he looks at either one of you. You and Colleen are his world, Wolf. Everything he does here is for her and you. Yes, he drinks too much, and he’s moody…but look at all he has to deal with. Please do me a favor and when…Just keep that in mind, okay? He would be lost without either of you.” She laid her head back down so he couldn’t see her face again. He suddenly had a feeling that whatever his mother had to tell him was going to rock his world, and maybe the old man’s too.
23
“We got church at eight,” Coyote said, when he saw Wolf coming down the s
tairs of the clubhouse. “Best get up to the house, your mother is waiting for you.”
“Are you coming?”
“No. She needs to talk to you. I’ll see you at church.”
“I think you and me need to have a talk, one on one, don’t you?”
“About what?” Coyote’s head felt like the entire Cherokee Nation was beating a drum inside of it. He hadn’t slept more than two hours. Colleen barely said a word to him when he went home to shower and change, and he wasn’t looking forward to church. He knew what Wolf wanted to “talk” about and he wasn’t in the mood to listen to his son bitch him out because he wasn’t being “fair.” Maybe it was time the boy learned that life wasn’t fair. As soon as he had that thought, he thought about what Colleen was about to tell their son and his chest hurt. Fuck. He needed a drink. Before Wolf responded he said, “We’ll talk, son. After church. Right now, go see your mother.” Wolf stood there for a few more seconds and then finally said:
“Okay. See you at church.” Coyote watched him go with a lump in his throat. Wolf adored his mother. The news that she was sick was going to devastate the boy. Coyote went over to the bar, but there were already several men belly up to it, having breakfast. He ignored their “good mornings” and went into the kitchen instead. A few of the girls were there, cooking, or having a coffee. He mumbled a good morning to them and then went into the storage closet. They kept it stocked with anything and everything they might need in the case of a lockdown. It was another thing he learned from Doc. He closed the door behind him, turned on the light, and climbed up so he could reach behind a case of water on the top shelf. He felt around until his hand brushed against the cold, glass bottle. Wrapping his fingers around the neck of it, he pulled it down. He didn’t even step off the little ladder before opening the lid and taking a long swig of the warm, amber liquid. He closed his eyes and let it travel through him. He waited until it had bathed his soul and then he took another long pull before putting the lid back on and placing it back where he’d found it. He stood in the closet for several minutes, trying to map out in his head what he was going to say before he had to face a bunch of pissed-off bikers. He glanced down at his vest. The patch said “Prez” and he knew that in the end, most, if not all of them would respect that. But, still, all of these years later, he felt like a fraud. He wasn’t there because he had earned the patch, or because he’d been the best man for the job. He was there because he’d fallen in love with the wrong woman and this was his punishment. He chuckled at that. Maybe it wasn’t his punishment. Maybe it was everyone else’s.