by Rachel Red
“That was Ruth Kane I hit with the shovel?”
“Yeah, I’ll bet she’s pissed about that,” Craig said with a grin.
“I… I thought I’d killed her.”
“Nope, just rung her bell pretty damn hard. Wolf skulls are a little tougher than human, so she’ll probably have some fuzzy memories of that night, but she limped on out of there before I could get to her.”
“How are you? You looked pretty beat up.”
“Surviving.” He took her hand and squeezed it gently. “I’m really happy you’re awake.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” She reached up to touch her face with her free hand, and she felt the nasty raised mark on her cheek from where the wolf had hit her with its paw and claws. “How bad is it?”
“You look pretty badass, but the doc says it’ll heal up like it was never there before. It was enough of a glancing blow that it only scratched your cheek.”
“Did they say when I can get out of here?”
Craig shrugged his shoulders. “They wouldn’t tell me much since I’m not family. Walter’s around here somewhere, and he should know. Want me to go get him?”
Allison shook her head and squeezed his hand a little tighter. “Not just yet. I guess you’ll be leaving town soon enough, but I want to enjoy you while you’re still here.”
“Not too soon,” he said. “Mike and I decided that it’d be best to stick around West Liberty for a while so the boys who got hurt can heal up and so we can make sure you and Walter are safe after everything you’ve done for us. Last night was the last night that we can’t really resist transformation until next month’s moon phase, so we’ll probably lay low and spend a bunch of money at the Oakwood. If that’s okay with you.”
“It’s more than okay.” Allison started to smile, but it hurt her cheek, and she grimaced instead.
“What’s the matter? Changed your mind already?”
“Oh shut up and kiss me,” she said, smiling despite the pain.
Craig leaned down and kissed her gently at first, then with more pressure as she reciprocated. He pulled back after a moment and brushed a strand of hair off her face.
“We’ll have time for that later,” he said. “Right now, you better rest up.”
“I do feel pretty dozy still. Can you tell Walt I’m okay?”
She saw him nod but was already drifting back into sleep. Her eyelids seemed to weigh several pounds each, and she just couldn’t keep them open a second longer.
“Don’t leave me,” she mumbled, only half aware of what she was saying. “Wait for me.”
She succumbed to her desire to sleep, hoping that Craig and the Hellclaws wouldn’t leave town before she had a chance to show Craig how much she really wanted him.
BOOK 2
BEARS ON BIKES 2
RACHEL RED
CHAPTER ONE
More than a year had come and gone since the Hellclaws had ridden out of West Liberty but the effect they’d had on the Oakwood Tavern were still evident in the customers that nearly filled the place (and in the renovations Walter had finally been able to afford). Allison was still taking night classes and still working the bar but now she kept only casual hours and never really had to leave the bar unless she felt like helping out one of the new servers.
There’d been enough money from the insurance payout and the uptick in business to rebuild the fire damage and renovate the upstairs area into two proper apartments instead of the scuzzy back room that Walter had once spent most of his nights in. Living upstairs made it a little difficult for Allison to go to sleep at a reasonable hour but the noise didn’t bother her enough to keep her from studying and she found it a heck of a lot more affordable than living on her own.
“Surprised to see you in here,” she said to her friend when Miriam strolled in and took a seat at the bar. Allison lined up two glasses and poured two fingers of whiskey into each.
“The good stuff tonight,” said Miriam with a raised eyebrow. “You must be concerned.”
“Well, it’s not every day my best friend faces a college judiciary board on charges of having inappropriate sexual relations with her students.”
“Whatever,” said Miriam, pausing to sip at her drink, “those relations were totally appropriate.”
Allison shook her head and drank her own whiskey. The kind of people that came into the Oakwood didn’t really drink top shelf liquor but Walter always kept some on hand for those occasions when he wanted to impress someone. It wasn’t the kind of thing Allison poured for just anyone but Miriam was worth it. And, she was happy to have the excuse to sip at something smooth and rich instead of the firewater garbage that she served most of their customers.
“Just promise me you’ll behave tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure thing, Ally. I’ll be a good girl in front of the dirty old men on the review board, even though half of them will be picturing me flat on my back with my legs in the air.”
“Is there anything in particular you want me to bring you while you’re in jail? Will you need a job here after they kick you out of school, never able to teach again?”
Miriam laughed and slapped the bar. “Fuck the judiciary board and fuck my job. You know what? Fuck me. I want to get laid tonight. When was the last time you had a good screw, Ally? Don’t tell me it’s since Craig left town. That was a year and a half ago. I’m worried your lady parts are going to wither up and die if you don’t put some dick in there soon.”
“Miriam!” Allison should have been used to this sort of language from her friend but it still managed to catch her by surprise now and then. “I’m not going out to pick up guys with you. Fucking a random grease ball at a club is not my idea of a good time.”
“C’mon. We can just grind up on each other all night if you want to. I feel like dancing and showing off. You should put on a skimpy dress and come with me.”
“As appealing as that is, I do have to put in at least a few hours a week here for Walter – especially with him out sick. Poor guy has been down with a nasty flu for the last couple of days and he’s hardly been getting out of bed. I’ve got to keep an eye on things until he’s better.”
“Well, your loss…” Miriam trailed off and her attention shifted towards the front door where a tall shapely woman with long brown hair had walked in and was looking around the place as though searching for someone particular.
“Wow,” said Miriam. “I would go full time lesbian if more woman looked like that. Don’t you want to just dive into those tits and never come up for air?”
“I have no idea how to answer that,” replied Allison, feeling more than a little uncomfortable thinking about it. She’d never thought about being with a woman beyond the general curiosity that she assumed most people had, but there was something about the generous curves and tight fitting clothes that made it nearly impossible for Allison to imagine anything but seeing this woman naked.
Miriam slammed back the last of her whiskey and slipped off her bar stool. “Whelp, I’m going dancing. If I’m going to have to be all apologetic and sincere at the hearing tomorrow, I need to get fucked long and hard so I’m too tired to be my usual self.”
“Good luck with the hearing, Miri. I’d tell you good luck with tonight, but knowing you…” She left the thought unfinished.
“Thanks, babe.” Miriam leaned over the bar, kissed her friend on the cheek and walked out of the bar. Her eyes dropped down to check out the figure of the strange woman as they passed each other. Allison thought she saw a flicker of lust in the stranger’s eyes when she returned the gaze. The stranger’s attention didn’t linger on Miriam, however, after Miriam left, they quickly glanced over at Allison. She came towards the bar and sat in the seat Miriam had just been in. She placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward, her full breasts squishing together where the neckline of her shirt plunged lower than even the relatively slutty Miriam would dare wear.
“What can I get you?” asked Allison, her eyes drifting down to tho
se wickedly sensual breasts.
“I’ll have a glass of that whiskey you were just drinking,” she said, putting a fifty dollar bill down on the counter. “Pour one for yourself while you’re at it.
Allison retrieved another glass and poured out two more fingers of the costly liquor. She clinked her glass against the stranger’s and drank half, feeling the burn of the whiskey mix with another kind of heat flushing her skin.
“I couldn’t help but notice the faded bear claw painted on the side of your bar,” said the woman. “What’s the story behind that?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Allison didn’t like talking about the Hellclaws and their relationship to the Oakwood tavern. It was an awkward enough conversation to have with those who knew her, let alone a complete stranger. “It’s just some old graffiti we never got around to removing.”
“Well, it caught my eye,” said the stranger. She bit her lip a little and let her eyes wander down Allison’s body. The woman brought the whiskey glass to her lips and drank delicately, her tongue licking the rim of the glass ever so slightly before setting it back on the bar. “What’s your name?”
“Allison.”
“How about pouring me another drink, Allison? I’ve come a long way today and I’m awfully thirsty.”
There was a slight tremor in Allison’s hand as she brought out the bottle and poured another round for each of them. The dark amber liquid splashed on the edge the glass, nearly spilling out onto the counter. The woman put a hand over Allison’s hand to calm her.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“No,” said Allison. “I mean, honestly? A little.”
The woman smiled, her eyes lit up with a sensuality that made Allison clutch the edge bar and bite her own lip to keep from giggling. There was something about this girl that set Allison’s stomach on edge in the best possible way and she didn’t know how to react to it.
“You should be uncomfortable around me. “People call me the Huntress. Do you have a guess as to why they call me that?”
Allison shook her head.
“It’s because I get what I want.”
“And what is it you want right now?” asked Allison, a lump forming in her throat.
“I think you can hazard a guess, can’t you?”
Allison’s lips went dry and she licked them nervously. She knew a come on when she heard one. Working in a place like this meant having guys hit on her on a nightly basis, but no woman had ever been so aggressive about trying to get into her pants. Nerves flooded through Allison’s body. She had no idea what she would even do if she took this woman up to her apartment. Yet, the mere thought of it was enough to turn her on. She felt her nipples harden at the thought of having this stranger’s tongue on them and she looked around the bar to see if it was close enough to closing time to let one of the girls handle locking the place up.
“Do you want to take this conversation some place more private?” asked Allison, surprised with herself for suggesting it. Maybe Miriam was having an influence on her, or maybe she really just needed to have an orgasm that didn’t come from her fingers or the vibrator she kept in her nightstand.
“That sounds exactly like what I want,” said the Huntress.
Allison excused herself and went to tell Kaylee to take care of locking up once the last few stragglers paid up and went home. Kaylee was used to closing the bar when Walter or Allison weren’t around, so she usually didn’t think twice about saying yes when asked, but this time she shot Allison a questioning glance and nodded towards the sultry woman at the bar.
“It’s just an old friend,” said Allison, feeling awkward about the lie.
She returned to the Huntress and led her to the back hallway. They walked in silence all the way up the stairs to the second floor addition. The stranger stood waiting while Allison fumbled for her keys. Once the door was shut behind them, the woman walked into the center of the room and stood staring at Allison.
“Do you want a drink or something?”
“No,” replied the Huntress. “Why did you bring me up here?”
“I thought…” Allison’s face flushed red. Had she misread what was happening? She felt confused and embarrassed. “Weren’t you…?”
“Say the words. Tell me what you want.”
Allison spoke, but her throat was suddenly so dry that nothing more than an indecipherable mumble came out.
“Louder,” said the Huntress. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want you to fuck me.” Allison didn’t know what to do with her hands or where to move. She just stood there feeling like an idiot.
“Sit on the bed,” ordered the woman. She waited for Allison to obey. She came to the bed and straddled Allison’s lap. “Do you think I’m sexy?”
“Yes,” whispered Allison. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“Have you ever kissed another woman before?”
“No, never.”
The Huntress pulled her top off in one smooth motion, revealing two perfectly formed breasts with perky nipples that sat right in front of Allison’s face. “Suck on my nipple.”
Allison leaned forward and tentatively stuck out her tongue. She licked at the erect nipple once, twice, then put her lips over it, sucking gently.
“Harder,” ordered the Huntress. “Suck on that tit.”
Opening her mouth wider, Allison took more of the woman’s breast into her mouth and sucked on it, flicking her tongue against the nipple. The Huntress moaned a little and Allison began to take initiative, grabbing the other breast in her hand, luxuriating in the feel of the soft mound of flesh in her hands. She kissed the Huntress’s chest and worked her way up the woman’s neck, amazed at how soft the skin was compared to the men she’d been with.
The Huntress leaned down and met Allison’s lips with her own, letting her mouth open to Allison’s and entwining their tongues together. She pulled Allison’s own shirt up and off, and worked her fingers expertly on the clasp of her bra, yanking it off and hurling it to the floor as quickly as possible to get back to kissing her.
“Do you like my tits?” asked the Huntress. “Do you like the taste of my mouth?”
“Yes,” said Allison. “So much.”
“Do you want to taste my pussy?”
Allison nodded eagerly, her own pussy practically dripping at the thought of going down on another woman. Would she know what to do with her tongue? She knew how her own clit worked but would it be the same with another woman?
Pushing Allison down on the bed, the Huntress stood up and pulled her tight leather pants down, taking her black silk panties with them. Completely naked now, she leaned forward and pulled open Allison’s jeans, grabbed her waistband, and stripped her naked as well.
Her heart beating so hard, she feared she might pass out, Allison watched the gloriously sexy woman turn around and back onto the bed. With her legs spread wide, she straddled Allison’s face, her nearly hairless pussy hovering just inches away.
“Lick me,” said the woman. “Eat my pussy.”
Allison lifted her head up and pushed her tongue out, running it slowly between the folds of the Huntress’s pussy lips. A thick sticky fluid oozed out of the woman’s hole, which Allison lapped at it eagerly, reaching around the Huntress’s thighs to pull open her pussy and expose the small pink opening of her sex. It tasted a little like what came out of a guy’s cock before he came, but less salty. Allison had tasted her own juices on her fingers before; she was amazed at how similar yet different this was. There was no denying the fact that she had her face buried in another girl’s pussy, and that was making her hornier than she could remember being in a long time.
As if sensing Allison’s need, the Huntress pressed her own tongue on Allison’s clit, sending a tingle of electricity through her body. The woman licked Allison’s pussy like a professional, hitting just the right places to drive Allison crazy before taking a break to dive down into Allison’s hole to tease out more of her juices.
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��Oh yes,” gasped Allison between her own attempts to get the Huntress just as excited. She’d tried a number of variations of licking the woman’s clit and had succeeded in making it swell to a size that Allison knew would be extremely sensitive.
“You’re a natural pussy eater,” said the Huntress. “Stick that tongue deep in my hole. Oh yeah, that’s what I like.”
The woman moaned and pushed back a little when Allison slid her tongue inside the woman’s pussy opening. It was tight and almost hurt the muscles in her tongue to push in there, but she worked hard and was driven by the woman’s intense moaning and writhing on top of her. Allison was a little shocked at how closer her nose was to the woman’s bum hole, and even that view of her fuck partner was turning her on. She’d never had her face so close to anyone’s back door like this, and it made her think all kinds of dirty thoughts about what might happen if she was willing to experiment even further.