Twisted Hearts

by Keta Kendric

  When Aaron flicked the button lose and snatched the zipper down on his jeans, I started tugging at my own jeans. An urgent pang of lust shot to my core when Aaron’s dick popped out of his boxers. My eyes landed on the splendid piece and didn’t moved as I continued to take down my pants and panties.

  I was so hypnotized by Aaron’s dick that he walked up to me, gripped my shoulders, and urge me back towards the vest he’d laid out. He hadn’t bothered with taking his shirt off and neither did I because the parts we needed most had been set free.

  My bare ass kissed the inside lining of Aaron vest, which was large enough to keep my back and ass off the grass. I didn’t have to worry about my legs, they were going to end up around Aaron’s back or over his shoulders. As hot as he’d gotten me, I didn’t care where he put my legs as long as he was between them.

  He kneeled in front of me and my legs fell apart. His gaze locked with mine, watching me as I sat up on my elbows watching him through hooded eyes. He inched closer and I spread my legs wider. If someone exploring this area walked along or drove down that small dirt road we’d driven on, they’d likely spot Aaron and me about to fuck, and I didn’t care.

  He placed one hand on my knee before letting the other slide down the inside of my thigh until his fingers splayed my lips and circled my clit. I gasped at the first erotic touch and my breath hitched when his thumb slid across and pressed against my nub.

  “Good girl, you’re already wet for me,” he stated, his gaze as heavy with lust as mine was.

  When his fingers left my throbbing, wet, hot core, he angled his body so that the swollen head of his dick kissed my clit. Then, he inched closer so that the head pressed and teased my clit sending hot sparks of pleasure racing up my back.

  Leaning forward made his dick slide downward and into my sopping wet heat. He didn’t force his movements nor was he in a rush to plunge into me. He eased his dick in with one long thrust that caused every muscle in my body to clench so tight I thought they’d snap.

  “Fuck!” fell from my mouth before my teeth sank deep into my bottom lip. My head fell back onto the grass as my finger sought any part of his body to hold on to. When he pushed as far as he could go, he gritted his teeth, forcing air between them before he eased back out of me and plunged forward. He repeated the action until he’d gotten all the way in, gasping as hard as I was heaving.

  Once he had a good rhythm going, Aaron leaned down and covered me with his hot body. The weight shift made me feel the impact of his hard thrust and sent his dick probing deeper. I don’t know how my legs had ended up draped around his muscular back, but there they were riding the rhythm of his movements.

  “You have no idea how much I missed this pussy,” Aaron husked out. His hot words added fuel to my blazing lust as his warm breath floated over my face. A strong hand slid up my thigh, gripping it in a tight hold as his thrusts grew more urgent and forceful. My heavy breathing kicked up a notch, keeping pace with Aaron’s dominating movements.

  My mind had fallen so far into the pleasure Aaron powered into me, that I didn’t notice the grip he had on my thigh had been transferred to my ankle. He dragged my foot away from his back and with my ankle in his tight hold, he lifted my leg, opening me even wider. His attempt at repositioning me hadn’t interrupted his lustful movements.

  My leg continued upward until my inner thigh rested against his bicep, my foot flapping in the wind with each hard thrust he delivered. With his strong arm under the back of my knee, I wasn’t going anywhere, not that I intended to anyway. When he reached down for the other leg, I thought he’d raise it as well, but his hand stopped at my hip and his fingers dug into my warm flesh.

  “Fuck!” he growled as he started to pound harder, his flesh smacking against mine as his dick tunneled deep inside me, taking my breath away. When Aaron started dropping F-bombs, I knew he’d found the most intense pleasure zone, which always ended up being mutually beneficial.

  “Shit. Aaron. Oh God. Fuck!” Between my shits and fucks, I was saying shit that didn’t make any logical sense. I had no idea how long we’d been fucking, but he had my body on the verge of blowing up and lighting those damn trees on fire. I didn’t care that we were outside in broad daylight. I didn’t care if someone walked onto the beach and saw us. I didn’t care if someone could hear us screaming and vocalizing our pleasure.

  Deep breaths hissed out of my mouth as I took his hard pounding, savoring the feel of him driving his dick deep inside me. He’d long forgotten about the plan he’d had in mind for my other leg. One leg lay over his powerful arm and the other remained splayed at his side as I clawed his back and sucked on his tongue when he slid it into my open mouth.

  I gasped for both air and at the fierce pounding my body had no choice but to take. When my mouth ended up at Aaron’s ear, I couldn’t help releasing a few hot words of my own. “You said you missed this pussy, but I missed this dick more.”

  “Fuck, Megan. Shit. You’re going to make me cum,” he breathed out through gritted teeth as his fingers dug deeper into my hip in a bruising grip. I writhed under him as my body started to tremble. The anticipation of my orgasm drove me so close to the edge, I was ready to jump. I held back as much as I was able to, not wanting this sinful goodness to end.

  My desire to stretch this scene out was washed away by the haze of pleasure that swept over and through me until I fell over a cliff of shameless madness. My body shattered as fragments of my mind clung to reality, but lost the battle at keeping me sane.

  Aaron’s dick was so large that sparks of pain was always entwined with my pleasure. I was starting to think the pain was a necessity that the pleasure couldn’t exist without. That I wouldn’t enjoy the intoxicating mixture if both didn’t course through me while Aaron’s dick stretched me to my limits, to the point that was one notch from breaking me.

  Aaron roared into my ear as he pulled me into his chest so tight, I could hardly breathe. He’d dropped my pinned leg and had gotten both his strong arms under my shoulders as he tugged my body down to meet his hard thrust. The moment I thought I’d passed out, he shuttered and came so hard that his body froze for a moment before his pounding thrusts returned to complete the mind-numbing experience.

  We lay there for a minute, recovering and enjoying the feeling of being connected to each other. The warmth and afterglow of our sex was the most relaxing experience in the world. When Aaron tried to inch out of me, I stopped him. “Just a little bit longer. I love feeling you inside me.”

  The comment lit up his face, making him smile. When he shifted back into place, snuggling closer, I could feel his semi-hard dick tickle my walls. Still breathing heavy, our chests pounded against each other’s as we lay there in the moment, not talking but just breathing and allowing our warm breaths to float away into the wind.

  Only when my legs started to ache from the position they had fallen into at his sides, did I loosen my grip on Aaron and allowed him to take his dick out of me and get up. He staggered up to a standing position and I sat and shamelessly watched him tucked his dick back into his boxers before he pulled his jeans up. Once he’d finished, he reached a hand down to assist in pulling me to my feet.

  Since we didn’t have anything to clean ourselves with, I slid my damp ass back into my panties and jeans, wobbling the entire time on sex-weakened legs. It wasn’t until Aaron reached down for his vest that I saw that our juices had been smeared all over the inside of it.

  Aaron raised the vest and took a glance at it before he threw it on over his long-sleeve shirt. I guess it didn’t matter, we were both soaked in each other’s juices anyway.

  We hiked back to Aaron’s bike slower than we had hiked into the woods, but we were smiling, happy, and satisfied.

  No words were exchanged between us on the ride back to Aaron’s truck. We simply enjoyed the beautiful scenery laid out for us as we cruised.

  21 Aaron

  A deep sigh left me as I watched my father fail to control his anger. He’d been
ripping into me for minutes as I sat and watched him. I’d expected he’d be upset, so I didn’t disturb his outburst.

  “Have you lost your fucking mind? You mean to tell me that bitch is at your house right fucking now? This can’t happen. You can’t carry on a fucking relationship or whatever the fuck you think you’re having with her. One, she’s black in case you’ve forgotten that. Two, she played all of us like fucking fiddles.”

  My father’s evil-eye glare was almost comical, but I hid my amusement under a serious glare of my own. His heightened voice danced all over the boardroom. The roar of drunken bikers outside the door in the clubhouse swept in through the cracks and reminded me that there was a world outside those doors that could kill me for the few sentences I’d spoken to my father about Megan.

  “Need I remind you for the hundredth time, we are a white MC that don’t deal with blacks unless it’s business? And even that’s iffy. How do you think this shit is going to play out? The president’s son running around claiming a black woman?”

  My sharp gaze met my father’s across the club table, but I remained silent, allowing him to get his ranting and raving out of his system. The vein in his forehead protruded as he cursed. His roaring voice was loud enough to peel wood from the table, but I hardly heard a damn thing he was saying.

  My mind was made up. Therefore, no amount of cursing or yelling on my father’s part was going to sway my decision about Megan. The muffled voices outside the club made more sense than my father’s red-faced, raging words did. The fact that I wasn’t saying anything in response to his jaw-jacking seemed to ease the tension he’d filled the room with.

  At least I’d waited until the rest of the MC’s chairmen had exited the room before I had approached my father about my situation. All my father knew was that Megan had made a fool out of all of us. He didn’t know the full story, and I wasn’t going to tell it to him because he wasn’t going to care either way. So, I sat and watched him fail to comprehend my ability to forgive Megan.

  Forgiveness wasn’t a part of my father’s genetic makeup. Hell, it wasn’t a part of mine either, but when it came to Megan, nothing I did before, no rules or guidelines, not even her mental state was enough for me to walk away from her.

  Therefore, there was no way I intended to listen to my father and get rid of her as he kept insisting. Even if she didn’t have a horrible past, I was not altogether sure I would have hurt her anyway.

  I’d finally accepted what I’d been fighting. I not only cared about Megan, I loved her. I’d never understood the whole concept of love. To me, it had always been about being a man and taking charge of your emotions. Only a fool would let something as intangible as a four-letter word rule their lives. I’d learned a life lesson in a short amount of time, and like most lessons in my life, I’d chosen to learn it the hard way.

  Love was something you’d never understand unless you felt it, experienced it, or were possessed by it. It wasn’t something you could shake off. It wasn’t something you could fight or control. It wasn’t something you could decide on because it decided on you. Once it had a hold of you, you became a slave to its power and you either embraced it or you’d end up spending your life running from it.

  Initially, I’d ignored it. Then, I tried to fight it. I even spent some time trying to destroy it. It wasn’t until I embraced it that I found enough peace in it to move forward with my life. Sitting in front of my father was proof that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for Megan.

  When I’d ignored him enough, I met my father’s irritated gaze with one of my own. He sat there acting like I was the crazy one when he’d slept with Megan too. He would have slept with her again if she would have agreed to it and I’d allowed it. He was the biggest judgmental hypocrite I’d met. Many in the MC had allowed my father to sample their women just to stay on his good side or to get him to agree to some illegal shit. Many of the men traded women for sport regardless of the reasoning.

  “Shark, you know me,” I finally spoke. When I called my father Shark, he knew I’d stepped over the son title and embraced the title of MC chairman.

  “You know I would not have hesitated to put a bullet in that girl’s brain if I didn’t have a good reason not to. I—”

  “You’ve got a good reason all right. She put that pussy on you and got you whipped.” Shark’s frown deepened. “But, you’re going to have to shake that shit off, man the fuck up, kill her, and find you a good wholesome white girl to play house with.”

  He’d fucking cut me off. My brows pinched so tight, I could literally feel them bumping each other. My menacing glare was no doubt alive with the heat of my anger. My body leaned forward, inching closer to my father on its own accord. I had a ton of respect for my father and very seldom back talked him. This wasn’t one of those times. My voice erupted from my mouth low, sure, and clear.

  “I don’t give two fucks about what you think. I don’t give two fucks about what this MC will say. If it wasn’t for the illegal shit I do, the illegal deals that I broker in the name of this MC, there wouldn’t be a fucking MC. We’d be a bunch of poor redneck assholes with missing teeth and beer bellies, hating on black people because we can’t stand the fucking sight of our own damn faces. If it weren’t for Megan, I’d be dead, so you can tell the other chairmen whatever the fuck you want. If I don’t make the gun run in a month, none of you will have two copper cents to rub against each other.”

  My father gasped and jerked his head back, stunned by my outburst. I stood, slamming my legs back on the sturdy, wheeled black chair so hard, I almost toppled it. I could hear the chair stumbling and rolling behind me until it banged into the wall.

  I stomped off towards the exit. My tight grip nearly ripped the rusted knob off the door. The door swung open so hard, the wind gusted past my face, and the door slammed into the wall behind it. The loud crack of the door sounded over the music and chatter outside the room. The boom sent heads in the clubhouse turning in my direction. I was a big dude at six-feet-two, two hundred and ten pounds, so I was sure I looked like an angry giant about to barrel his way through the clubhouse.

  “Son! Son! Do you think I’m going to stand by and let you ruin your life over some black bitch?”

  My back stiffened at my father’s angry words, but I didn’t glance back at him. When I crossed the threshold out of the office and entered the club, Shane, my cousin and one of our chairmen, almost fell on top of Wade, my uncle, who was another of our chairmen.

  They scattered out of my way like disturbed ants. Jake turned his back and pretended he was talking to some random person who wasn’t paying him any attention. They couldn’t properly hide the fact that they’d been listening at the door. Their snitching eyes and animated body postures gave them away.

  If they’d overheard any of my discussion with my father, they likely knew that I’d claimed Megan. I couldn’t say that she was my old lady nor could I call her my property because she was more important to me than the titles we often assigned our women.

  I had no intention of following the warped no-black rule my MC had half-heartedly scribed into our bylaws. If any of them threatened to throw the book at me, I fully intended to call out every rule that each one of those bastards were breaking. They didn’t care about me breaking the rules to get them money, so they sure as shit shouldn’t care about who I chose to spend my time with.

  Since these leeches had likely overheard the news about Megan and me, it was going to spread like wildfire. I wasn’t worried, though. All I had to do was raise my voice and most of them would scatter like roaches.

  Seventy or maybe even eighty percent of the money the club made came from the guns that I was running. If they chose to vote me out, they were stupider than I thought. My uncle, Charles, gambled most of the money from the strip clubs away, the bar barely broke even, and half of the MC, including some of the chairmen, got high in some form or fashion, so drug profits were marginal at best.

  No one uttered a word to me as I headed to
wards the front door. Not the three that had been eavesdropping nor the other members and prospects scattered throughout the clubhouse, eyeballing me with their lips hanging open.

  My face was frowned in such a hostile glare that they stepped back out of my path so as not to frustrate me further. I could sense them all staring a hole in my back as I approached the front door. With my hand against the frame of the door, I paused right before I shoved it open.

  When I turned back, those fucking cowards turned around so quickly, you’d think I had a remote controlling them. A wicked smile spread across my mouth before I walked out of the door and headed to my truck.

  I was headed home to Megan after having told my father and the rest of my MC, as far as I was concerned, to fuck off. They were going to be upset about me being with her, but they were too chicken to approach me and tell me so. All they were going to do was whisper behind my back and drive my father crazy trying to convince him to talk what they assumed might be some sense into me.

  As much as I’d like to, I wasn’t going to flaunt Megan around them. She’d been through enough and although she didn’t realize it, she was punishing herself more than anyone else ever could.

  Megan had intentionally placed herself in dangerous situations sometimes, knowing the result could end in her death. I was no head doctor, but I’d venture to say that she hadn’t forgiven herself for luring those girls to her foster father and watching helplessly as he’d raped and killed them.

  22 Aaron

  The aroma of the delicious dish Megan was preparing greeted me when I strolled through my living room door. Nothing about the woman made sense. Looking at her, you didn’t see a killer or a cook or even a sexy vixen. But she was all three and then some.