A little swivel of my hips, a harder thrust and I’m there, all the damn way. Fallon’s tits bounce with each hard thrust, her eyes roll, and I’m fucking her so hard out here in the open where anyone could see or hear us, but it somehow makes this whole thing hotter.
I pin her hands above her head with one hand, and the other hand clutches her ass cheek tightly while I fuck the ever-living shit out of her.
“Oh, god! I can’t take it!”
“Take it, Fallon! Take it all!” And she is, my cock is hitting her womb so damn hard she can’t even focus, her eyes are glazed over, her pussy walls are clamping down hard around my cock. “Come on, Fallon, give it the fuck up!” That very second, she comes hard, screaming out to the heavens, and I’m feeling like a fucking king right now.
I pull out of her and flip her over onto her front. She automatically gets to her hands and knees, her back arched, ass right against my cock. All I have to do is thrust forward and slam home. However, Fallon doesn’t give me a chance; she pushes back and takes the entire length of my cock in one go.
“Damn, girl!” Hips in my hands tight enough to leave bruises, I fuck Fallon like a whore, my whore, hard. Real fucking hard like a monster would.
Smack!
Maybe that slap was a little hard. “God, yes, Trace!” Perhaps not. However, her ass is already a brighter shade of crimson, and doesn’t that make my dick ten times harder? I’m no dominant by any means, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like to be the boss in the bedroom, or on the embankment of the lake.
“Fuck! Yes!” Fallon screams as I continue to spank her. “Harder, Trace. Spank me harder!” I chuckle to myself. Filthy bitch is exactly what I needed tonight. More than I thought she’d be.
I grab her ponytail, yanking her head back, using it as leverage as I rail her. Her pussy starts clenching around my cock again. Fuck, she’s going to come again. I’ve made many girls come in my time, all of them have come multiple times, but none the way Fallon has here tonight.
This bitch loves it. I’ve never known a woman to enjoy it this much before, which is insane because they always enjoy it. Most women come hard, scream it out loud, and half the time it’s all put on for my benefit, the screaming that is. However, Fallon is loving everything I have to give her. So into it that she can’t stop herself from fucking me back like some wildcat.
Usually, I’d command her orgasms, deny her the right to orgasm again and again for my pleasure. I’d make her earn it before I allow her to come. That’s my thing. Right now, I’m too close myself to deny Fallon anything. Plus, I love both seeing and hearing Fallon come for me.
“Come on, little mouse.”
“Tell me to come for you!” She grinds out between her teeth, her fingers scratching the grass like a feral animal digging for scraps. I know she’s fighting the urge to touch herself while I fuck her. Goddamn, what I’d give to see that. “Tell me to scream it and fucking spank me!” Damn!
“Come for me, little mouse. Right now!”
Smack. Smack. Smack!
“Shit!” She’s tightening those pussy muscles so hard that I’m shooting my load into her so damn powerfully I see stars! She’s screaming out her orgasm, and I’m going fucking blind!
Fuck, I’ve never come so hard in my life! I’m shaking, every muscle, every limb, sweat drips from my forehead and into my left eye. I wipe it away as Fallon sags to the grass. My still semi-erect cock slips from her body. She turns on her back, and I lie beside her, removing the filled condom from my dick and placing it beside me. I’ll dispose of it before we leave.
I turn my head to look at Fallon. She’s looking up at the stars, chest still heaving from our fucking. “You okay?” She seems distant.
“Fine, Trace. I need to get home.”
I watch Fallon – not able to move my body for a second – as she pulls on her clothes. I force myself up and to get dressed. Don’t think I’ve ever felt my muscles so tight after fucking anyone. I wrap up the condom in tissue from my pocket and push it back in again. I’ll toss it later.
“Fallon?”
“Let’s not.” She tells me while fixing her hair. “It was fun. I thank you for that. However, this won’t happen again.”
She thinks.
“Just like that, huh?” I scratch the scruff on my chin as if in thought. There’s nothing for me to think about. She thinks I’m just going to let her walk away after this? Not a chance. Yeah, I’ll let Fallon think that for now. However, you don’t often find a woman who can satisfy you while making you want to fuck her all night long at the same time.
“Yes,” She looks at me, and I see that she thinks she means it. Moreover, I understand precisely what this girl needs. She needs, no, wants to be owned, told what to do, guided on the right path.
“Don’t look at me like you know what I want and need. You don’t. I wanted us to fuck; it happened, now I’d like to go home. As I don’t know where I am, I need a ride. Please.” She adds the “Please” like she forgot her manners for a second. She’s tired; it’s late, and it’s been a long night. I’ll take her home, but I’ll be back.
“Come, I’ll take you home now.”
“Thank you,”
Chapter Six
Fallon
Last night should not have happened. It was idiotic. Even if it was the hottest night of my life, that huge man fucked me so hard, so powerfully, so perfectly. I’ve always wanted a man to take control of me the way Trace did. I never thought anyone could.
I’ve been with a handful of men in my life. The first two were okay, but I was just a little scared to ask for what I wanted. The three that followed were better, and they fucked me hard the way I asked them to.
However, Trace, my god, I totally lost my head with him. I wasn’t scared to ask him for what I wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to give it to me. It was amazing, and I know I will never find another guy who can make me come the way he did.
I was so lost in what he was doing to me, the way he was taking me, that I had nothing on my mind but the way he made me feel. For the first time since Scott was gunned down, I thought about nothing. Everything was gone, and I was finally me.
The trouble was that as soon as I came down from my orgasmic high, or enough for everything to flood my mind, I knew I had to get away from Trace. I knew the second he lay beside me on that embankment that I could quickly become addicted to him and his ability to help me let go. I couldn’t risk that.
I don’t need anybody. I’m stronger alone.
I haven’t been able to get motivated today, however. I only slept a few short hours last night. It was after 3: AM when I got home, almost 5: AM before I crawled into bed. 8: AM when Duke woke me to let him out to pee.
I could have gone back to bed once I’d fed him, but I figured I’d take him for a walk. Duke doesn’t need a leash, Scott trained him from a pup to obey both of us, and only us.
Scott found Duke dumped by the side of a road in a box four years ago. Poor thing was barely alive, his siblings, three of them, weren’t. Scott took him to a vet and had him checked over. There was nothing wrong other than a case of fleas and hunger. Scott then took Duke home because the vet asked my brother if he’d like to give the dog, a home. Scott didn’t think twice about it because he knew Duke was meant to be his.
Scott cleaned up Duke fleas with the treatment the vet gave him, and he fed Duke to make him strong. Duke had been with us a week, and Scott still hadn’t told me that we were keeping the dog. I was so desperate to keep him, and I begged my brother to allow it. I even told him that I would scoop the poop and walk Duke when he needed it.
Scott laughed and told me, ‘Fallon, of course, we’re keeping him. He’s going to be a good friend to both of us.’ So, Duke became part of the family. Scott trained him well, and Duke has been a loyal friend ever since.
There hasn’t a day gone by since Scott’s accident that Duke hasn’t pined for him. Every time he hears a motorcycle engine he’s at the window, tail wagging, wh
ining when he realizes Scott isn’t coming home. It breaks my heart sometimes to see that beautiful gray dog crying for my brother.
I cry for him sometimes, too. There was a time when I was too angry with Scott for leaving me alone like this, that I couldn’t cry.
There were days where I did nothing but run for miles, trying to outrun the pain, Duke by my side.
There were times I’d work out for hours, using Scott’s punchbag like it was my enemy, and even tearing up my knuckles more than once.
Back then, my brother’s MC had taken it upon themselves to look out for me. Brick, the president, used to come around every day, and take me to the hospital to see my brother. Brick wouldn’t allow anyone else to take me. It was his duty, he once said.
The whole MC used to visit Scott back then. They even helped with the medical bills until I was old enough to get a job at the strip joint to pay myself. I started making good money, and that’s when they stopped helping. Brick told me they couldn’t help Scott anymore. He’d always be there if I needed anything, all I had to do was call. However, if I didn’t want to be with him, then he couldn’t have me hanging around the clubhouse. He wouldn’t allow me to be with one of the other members either. Not that I wanted to be with any man from Satans Cutthroat, but I had a reason to be there, a reason that kept me going, but Brick shut that down, too. If Brick couldn’t have me, then no one could, and I couldn’t have the one thing I needed to keep me sane.
Sick, isn’t it? That I fell into bed with a man more than twice my age the day after my brother was shot. I mean, I was in a state, terrified of what had happened and my part in it — scared to death of being alone for the rest of my life.
I ran out of the hospital after the doctor told me that he didn’t think Scott would make it. Brick chased after me, grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me into his. I hit out at him in anger, punching his chest, but he pulled me against him and held me close. I lost all fight within me and sagged against him.
It was me who kissed Brick first, me who begged him to take me home and make me forget for a while. He did. It was good. He fucked me hard and showed me what a real man was.
It was just that once, and I hated myself afterward, and I do mean, I hated myself. I hated Brick, too, because he took advantage of my weak state of mind.
Brick would ask me all the time to be his, that he would take care of me in ways I didn’t know was possible. I didn’t believe him. I knew the man he really was. He would never have been faithful to me, to anyone. Not to mention I was seventeen and he was thirty-six at the time. I didn’t want to be anything to him. I made a big mistake sleeping with him, but I would not make it again.
I think when it finally sank into Brick’s brain that I would never be with him, that’s when he pulled the club away from Scott and me. Brick was president, and it was his choice to make, even if some of the other members didn’t agree with him.
It hurt me to think the men my brother treated like a family would just walk away from us like that. Like we never meant anything to them, but of course, we didn’t. We meant nothing to anyone, and I was sickened to realize how much power Brick had over everyone around us.
I’ve been alone ever since with my pain as my only friend. I wish I had someone on my side, someone to tell me that it’s okay to let Scott go, that it is what’s best for him so he can finally be at peace, that I’ve done right by him these past three years.
However, there is no one here for me, but Duke.
The more I think about it, the more I wish I could track down my father, the way Scott did. I hate him for leaving us, but I can’t let Scott go until our father sees him again. My brother’s spirit would never rest until my father tells him how much he loved him, how proud of him he is, how sorry he is for leaving him, and how it’s okay to go and be at peace.
“What am I gonna do, boy?” I scratch Duke’s ear; his head is in my lap as I sit on the couch in my PJ’s. “Why didn’t Scott tell me Dad’s name? Where the hell do I even start looking?” I sigh and lay my head back.
Trace is a biker; he knows MC’s, maybe he could help me find my father. However, I have fuck all to go on. So what the hell would I tell him?
Maybe if I could figure out what this key is – the one I found in the inside pocket of my brother’s motorcycle cut after they gave it to me at the hospital – then it might lead me closer to what I need to know.
Why haven’t I found out before now?
Because for the first year, I was too scared to leave Scott’s side for more than an hour a day, and only then so I could shower. I had Brick constantly on at me, and then I was left alone. In the years after, I was too busy working my ass off to make payments on time.
Truth be told, I forgot all about the key until the other day when I went through an old purse and found it. Took me a while to remember where it originally came from, and even longer to realize I have no clue what the damn thing goes to.
God, I can’t sit around here any longer. I’ve wasted the whole day as it is. I need to get ready for work. I’m going to need as much money as I can make over the next few days. I have a funeral to pay for.
* * *
What do you mean, I’m not working tonight?” I am quite aware of how raised my voice is, but Tammy has just informed me that there isn’t a spot for me tonight, and she’s not sure there is tomorrow either. I fucking need this job!
“Fallon, after last night, I’ve been asked – no, I’ve been told – not to let you work the main stage.”
For a second, I think she means me sleeping with Trace. However, I soon realize that’s not what she means. There’s no reason she’d even know about that. Unless Trace bragged about it, but I can’t see that somehow. But then, I don’t even know the man.
However, she’s referring to what happened with the customer who grabbed me.
“Shit like that happens all the time. I’m used to it. I need this job, Tammy.”
“I’m sorry. I’m putting you on the bar tonight.” I’m not even going to make a quarter of what I make on the stage if I work the damn bar! “Sweetheart, it’s nothing personal.”
“It is to me.” I’m trying to keep the hurt out of my voice, but it’s hard. My brother deserves a decent funeral. How can I give him that without money?
“There’s more going on here, isn’t there?” I have nothing to lose by telling Tammy what’s going on and why I need this job. Maybe if I tell her, she’ll put me back on stage.
So I do, I tell Tammy about my brother and the fact I have to turn his machine off sooner rather than later. I tell her how I have to pay for his funeral and the unpaid medical bills. I even tell her about needing to find my father. I don’t know why I tell her about the stupid key, but I do.
When I’m done, Tammy looks at me sympathetically from her seat behind her desk in this small office in the back of the club.
“I’m sorry you’re going through all of that alone, sweetheart, it can’t be easy.”
“It isn’t,” I tell her honestly.
“I can’t put you on stage tonight, Fallon. However, I’ll talk to the boss about putting you back out there tomorrow before the nights out.”
I nod in thanks.
That’s all I can do right now.
“As for your key? It’s a safe deposit key like the ones you get from a bank. There should be a letter followed by a sequence of numbers somewhere on it.”
I take the key from my jacket pocket curiously and look at it. She’s right, there are numbers at the head of the key, very small, very hard to see numbers. I never noticed before, but then I never paid much attention.
“H427,” I say out loud.
“The H will stand for the name of the bank. The numbers, obviously are the box belonging to your brother. I can find out what bank it is and let you know.”
It’s not Tammy’s place to have to do that, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t need her help right now. She’s a nice woman, and I feel like I can trust her, which is cr
azy when she’s a bikers old lady.
However, if there’s one thing Scott always taught me it was that I should never tarnish a person with another’s brush. No two people are ever the same. No matter who they are or where they come from, nor whom they share company with.
“Thank you,”
“No problem.” Tammy smiles. “Now, get to work. I’ll speak to you at the end of your shift.”
I nod but don’t say anything; there really is nothing left to say. I’ll get this shift over with and go see my brother before I go home.
Just another day in the life of Fallon Caldwell.
Chapter Seven
Trace
I’ve said no, Tammy.”
“I know this. However, I’d like to know why, Trace. If Shepard is okay with it, and he’s really the one in charge, then you don’t get a say in it. I can’t have you dictating which girls can dance and which can’t
“Shepard put me in charge of the place for a reason, Trace. Because he knew I’d run the place properly. He knew I’d keep the girls in check. Fallon is one of the best girls I have here, Trace.”
“What exactly is the problem with her dancing, Trace?”
This is how it’s gone for the past half hour since I walked into the strip club. Tammy and Tessa, going on like I’ve taken entirely over the project the Prez gave them. Tammy to keep her mind on anything but what happened to her so she doesn’t have a relapse – not that I think working in a titty bar where men grab woman, where anything seedy could happen was the best idea. Tessa because she’s a good leader, and she’ll help Tammy keep the girls in check.
“I know this, but,” I rake my fingers through my long dark hair. This is pissing me off, annoying me beyond anything. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? The truth, I guess. “I like her, and I don’t wanna see other men looking at her in that way.”
They exchange glances that say they saw this coming, but that I have no damn right at the same time. It pisses me off. Why should I expect them to take me seriously when I’ve never given them a reason to?
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