by Carly White
Brandon stepped forward and gave her a hug. It felt intimate and she pulled back a bit too soon for his liking. “It’s been a while Clarke. How have you been?”
She turned to Jared and was swept up into his arms. He leaned down to kiss her and her heart beat hard in her chest. Closing her eyes for a moment, she felt his warm lips on her cheek and wished that it had been on her lips. She wanted that kiss that she had gotten before, the mind-blowing one that took her breath away.
Clarke’s face was red when she moved away from him. “Good to see you two. I told mom I would just get a cab.”
“I couldn’t wait to see you. I am glad that you made it.” She nodded, glad that she had made it as well. There was a twinkle in his dark eyes and even Brandon seemed to be in a better mood than before. Something had changed since she’d been gone.
“Well I appreciate the ride. Can you take me over to Senna’s? I was planning to stay with her my few days in town.”
They were in the car and Jared made it clear that he did not like that idea. His hand stopped on the key. “You are not staying at the house?”
“No, I wasn’t planning on it.”
“You’re supposed to. Your mom is making your favorite and there is supposed to be a party afterwards.”
Clarke knew that it was going to be awkward not staying there, but she had figured her opposition would be from her mother, not from them. “It’s just easier and I haven’t seen her in a long time.”
Brandon was about to say something, but a stern look from his brother in the mirror made him sit back in the back seat. Jared didn’t want to come on too strong and scare her away again, though the plan hadn’t changed. The tactics had changed. They both were convinced that she was the mystical unicorn that was driving their luck.
“No problem. She lives on Reynolds, right?”
Clarke nodded and looked back at Brandon for a minute. “I will still be there for the game. Have you guys decided where you are going afterwards?”
“No, not yet.”
“I am sure you guys are going to do great.”
“So you are going to be there tonight, right?”
Clarke said she would. “Good, I was hoping you could meet us at the locker room and pick up some dinner before you go back to Senna’s. Maybe go to the party if you are feeling up to it.”
She said she would think about it and waved to them as they dropped her off. She had feeling that things were going to change even more. She had a feeling that something was going to happen. Clarke just wasn’t sure what.
***
Clarke got to the game a few minutes after it started and found a seat by her parents. Senna wasn’t going to go, so she had arrived solo. Her mom was still upset that she wasn’t staying at home, but Clarke found herself more worried about her stepbrothers on the field. They were playing well and soon the home team was way in front.
Never having like sporting events at school, she had to admit that the excitement was palpable. Just because she was not enthused, did not mean that it was not contagious in the thick of things. Clarke found herself chanting and rooting like the rest of them when it was all over. Jared had scored the last touchdown of the night. Everyone was starting to get up and she hung back after the game. She knew she was going to go meet him like he asked.
She was nervous and waited until the stream of players freshly showered and dressed ,were finally started to come out. Clarke ignored a few cat calls and moved into the first tile-lined hallway. Her blood pounded in her ears as she peeked around the locker room. “Jared? Brandon? Are you guys ready?”
“Hey glad you made it.”
She balked at Jared in only a towel. Her eyes immediately went to his need, so clear with the tight garment wrapped around him. “Sorry to come in. I guess you meant outside. I shouldn’t be here.”
While she said it, her feet didn’t move. Clarke didn’t want to go anywhere. She wanted another kiss, his body pushed up against hers in nothing but a towel. “It’s just us here. You don’t have to leave.”
“Where is Brandon?”
“He’s taking a shower. Just you and me right now.”
“Oh.” Her gaze went to the wall, anywhere but the hard rippling body in front of her. “Maybe I should wait outside, so you can um, change.”
“Is that what you really want to do?”
It wasn’t what she wanted to do, but propriety told her it was what she should do. His hand on her arm stopped her as Clarke went to turn away. “Your eyes tell me that you want another kiss.”
She looked up and he was standing over her like before. That time though, she knew what would happen if their lips collided once more. The worst had already transpired, the guilt already felt, so now what she wanted more than anything was to feel the pleasure from it again.
His lips moved closer, inches from hers. “But we can’t Jared.”
“Can’t and shouldn’t are too different things Clarke. Just because we shouldn’t, doesn’t mean that we can’t. I want to.”
She did too and it was Clarke that leaned in the last few inches to make first contact. Jared took it as permission and moved to cup her face. Her small whimper spurred him on even more, convinced that she was as needy as he was. His body roamed over hers, pressing her up against him with a hard hand encircling her waist.
His lips left hers gasping, biting on her throat. Clarke had lost all sense of what was right and wrong. All she could think about was the way he made her feel. If it was wrong to be with him, she didn’t want to be right.
Her hands pushed on the towel between them. She wanted more than anything to finally see what ground against her so wonderfully. Clarke’s hand came in contact with his hot manhood and she heard him groan before he bit her shoulder. Looking down at what she gripped in her hand, Clarke had a feeling she was crossing the line of no return. She didn’t want to stop though, squeezing him gently in her hand as he thrust against her palm.
“Fuck Clarke. It wasn’t supposed to happen here.”
She had no time to answer as his mouth moved down on hers. Jared pushed her away after a minute, turning her around and bending her over. Clarke stopped herself with the bench in front of her as she felt her skirt being dragged upwards quickly. Then hot air as her panties was pulled down to her knees. Clarke jerked when she felt him slap upwards with his long length. Jared felt how wet she was and pushed in suddenly, not even realizing that he was first until he was balls deep inside of her. Her sound echoed around them, the scream still resounding in his ears over the pounding of his heart. She whimpered as he laid lodged inside of her, waiting for him to start moving. Clarke had known there would be pain, but it was just so sudden.
Jared murmured behind her, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying. He was still throbbing deep, but he hadn’t moved. Leaning in a little, she gasped as more pushed inside of her. His hand moved between her legs and started to rub on her swollen clit. Her head fell forward and her eyes closed. Even moving that small amount made him thrust deeper and sent her body reeling forward.
Finally moving, her insides clenched his retreat, gripping him as his fingers started to move faster. Jared wanted to take her mind off of the pain of loss innocence, but he couldn’t lay buried in her forever. His need to take her was growing with each squeeze of her insides and moan out of her mouth. Slamming back in, Clarke’s sheath suffocated him as she started to cry out his name. The wetness splashed around his penetration, driving him wild.
Her pleasure gave him permission to finally take what he wanted and he grabbed a handful of hair to yank back on. Sliding her hips back, he thrust faster as his hips piston against her round ass. He had stopped rubbing her as a distraction, taking her just above the elbows and ramming into her from behind. Clarke begged him to fuck her harder, make her come more. His innocent sister had long since left, leaving behind a wanton woman that just wanted more.
Brandon watched from the showers. It was hard not to, her sounds drawing him from washing
his hair. He felt a surge of jealousy and wanted to tear her from his grips. She was not as naïve as he had thought she was. The noises and then words coming out of her mouth drove him closer. Clarke was begging for it.
Her blue eyes lifted and saw him just before they closed for her to come again. She had her mouth open wide, beckoning to Brandon, even if her eyes did not. He moved closer, Jared still not even noticing anything but his own fat cock spreading her wide. Rutting into her was his only concern, but he became more aware when her sound was silenced with a muffle and then a gagging sound.
Brandon had stuffed her mouth full when she had opened her lips for him. Her inexperienced tongue licked around the shaft as he pushed it deep into her throat. Brandon didn’t have to do much else, his brother making all of the motion for him, slamming his cock against the back of her throat every time he thrust forward. His hands delved into her golden strands, pulling her to him till she choked enough that he had to pull away.
Jared was losing track, not able to hold back after slamming into her for so long. His thighs were covered with her wetness as she came again, spurring on his own meltdown. His grip tightened on her arms as her pushed deep, releasing the hot spasms that left him.
When he released her, her arms fell to Brandon’s thighs to stop herself from moving forward. Her mouth was stuffed full of his hard length. As one cock left her insides and the other left her mouth, Clarke was finally able to breathe for a moment, before Brandon lifted her up and pinned her against the metal lockers. Her arms held his neck as she felt his thick wet tip, pressing in where his other brother had just been. Their lips met as Brandon took her deep and slow. He was a little thicker and a lot gentler. Her orgasms were slower, but just as devastating as her body clung to him. She had gone from virgin to vixen in the span of half an hour with them.
When Jared came towards her for seconds, they all stopped when they heard noise coming from the door. Someone was coming. Clarke was thankful she was still dressed, pulling her skirt down and trying to stand on wobbly knees. The janitor stopped and looked in at her, both brothers standing back in their towels.
“Now there isn’t supposed to be any funny business in here.”
Clarke was too embarrassed to say anything. She just blushed prettily and walked past him out the door. Jared and Brandon shuffled their clothes on as fast as they could. The older man smiled to himself as he started to clean the last room of the day. “Not that I blame you.”
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Delinquent
A Motorcycle Club Romance
By: Tia Parker
Chapter 1
“In local news, the Hell Sons Motorcycle Gang was at it again, protesting the new Sheriff with thousands of bikers coming in from all over Texas. The streets were filled, clogged and they have once again, shut down Waterton township. When reporter Civ Louise moved in to ask some questions, leader Andre said they want him gone.
Police are on standby and tensions are rising. The city leaders say that even a day shutdown could cost the town thousands of dollars in lost revenue and will not be able to see how much the city will suffer financially, until the protest ends.
Until then, the small town of Waterton is getting ready for another day of protests, as the residents wait for a conclusion to this rapidly changing saga. The gang’s leader has said there will be no violence unless they are forced. They do not plan to leave until the newly elected Sheriff Thompson steps down. There is speculation to why the city is in uproar over the election, but we are hoping to find out what has sparked this as we go into day 3 of the town’s occupation.”
“Why did you talk about yourself as 3rd person?”
“Because they usually cut the last bit of the byte, so now they can’t cut my name out.”
Namadi shook her head and turned the television off. It was the third update she had watched and as she waited it all out in the small hotel with her mother, Namadi was getting restless.
“So what do you think dear?”
She looked at her mother. “It’s good, but a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
“A gang of burly men on bikes has taken over a small town in America. This is an occupation!”
Her daughter laughed. “You are loving this. There are names for people like you.”
Civ tried to look upset, but she couldn’t, the large smile cracking her tanned face. “Do you know what this will do to my career?”
“So you want this to last?”
“Of course! I have been waiting for my break and this is it. I have had more face time since this all started. No one else can get in now, so we are the only ones that are onsite. I can’t believe it is all because you wanted to stop and see that stupid hill.”
“It is an ancient mound made thousands of years ago.”
Civ just waved her off. She had only gone because her daughter wanted to go so bad. Ever since she had graduated, Namadi was spending time with her mother, but there were vast differences that had made their short road trip even more daunting. Now Civ was thinking that their little excursion was the best thing that she could have done for her career.
Civ had been with News channel 6 for ten years and she was still covering small town puff pieces. But now she was getting the biggest story in the area and it was hers exclusively. From the small hotel room that they were staying in, she got to see her small few minute blurbs getting picked up from all of the other station. All the other reporters and news anchors could do is wonder about it and give their take on it. Civ was the only one actually there though.
“Yeah whatever the hills are. I am so glad that you wanted to see them. Without your boring hobby Namadi, I would have never had this chance.”
Namadi wasn’t going to argue with her. She was happy for her and it would be easier to say congratulations to Civ, isn’t she wasn’t so cocky about it all. People’s lives were being affected and all she seemed to care about was herself. Her mother had always had a tendency to be a bit self-involved, but even she was going over the line.
“I am happy for you mom, really I am. I just think that you could have a little less glee over a town being taken over by bikers is all. And if you can’t feel it, you can at least not show how happy you are.”
She didn’t hear her daughter, her mind already on what she was going to tape next. Civ was trying to get the leader Andre to give her more information, namely why he was doing it. There had been a flare up when the Sheriff had ran to begin with, but nothing like that. What was it that was so bad about the man that so many were willing to give up their time to protest him? It didn’t make sense and Civ was determined to get to the bottom of it all.
“So tomorrow we will try to get in and talk to the leader of the gang. I think you should stay here though. It could be dangerous.”
Namadi would have been more than happy to stay where she was, but her mom wasn’t thinking it all the way through. “Who is going to record you then mom?”
She paused and then pushed her dark hair back from her face. “That’s right. Well we will just have to be careful.”
Her daughter sighed again, letting her know that she was already over the whole situation. A minute ago it was too dangerous and just like that, she was signed up to go with her to kick the hornet’s nest. Unlike her mom, she could care less why the people were doing what they were doing. Namadi just wanted to get back home and away from the small town that was causing her so much grief.
***
The next morning, Namadi woke up and her mother was already up watching the videos of herself on CNN. She was practically vibrating with excitement and Namadi had to admit, that she was a little proud of her. Civ looked good. The videos that she had recorded actually looked professional. Too bad she had no desire to work that kind of job, she thought to herself.
“Look Namadi! They put your name in the credits for the video!”
She closed her eyes to the loud voice, not wanting
to be seen awake, but she had caught her and the day was going to begin one way or another.
“That’s awesome mom.” Too bad she was more interested in history though.
“You never know Namadi, you might get another career out of all of this. It could be good for both of us.”
Namadi wanted to believe her, but all she wanted to do was get back to Houston and her friends. It wasn’t a trip that she had really wanted to come on in the first place and now that they were trapped there, it seemed far too long to be stuck with her. Namadi was starting to wish that she had gone with her friends to Myrtle Beach. She would be soaking in the sun, drinking something that had an umbrella in it, instead of being stuck in some crummy motel.
She pushed the cover off of her and slowly got up, squinting her eyes to the sun coming through the blinds. “Do we really have to go there? Why don’t we just let them figure it out?”
Civ just looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “It is my duty to get the news out. It is the public’s right to know the truth of what is going on here.”
“So it doesn’t have anything to do with getting your face out there, huh?”
She shrugged. “You have to take opportunity as it comes Namadi. If I have taught you nothing else, listen to this. Always go for it.”
The young woman got up and headed towards the bathroom. She was sure that it was going to be a bad day. Namadi had a bad feeling, but she had since she got to Waterton, it had been a dull ache in the bottom of her gut.
Chapter 2
Andre was across the same town, but he was waking up to different plans for the day. The small town was crammed full of bikers everywhere, many of them sleeping in tents in his yard. Everyone was starting to rouse after a long night of protesting that turned into an impromptu party. Andre was knackered and couldn’t be bothered with it all.
He personally had wanted to just take the man out. It would have been easier, but his father had pushed against it. Maxwell wanted there to be no violence and though he listened to no one else, he listened when his father spoke. The gang was founded by Maxwell twenty years before and even though Andre ran it now, he still looked to his father for advice.