by Fox, Regina
Trenton followed them out as far as the door and watched that they didn’t do anything destructive to his bike while they finished up their soda. Jennifer was worked up; nervous about the whole incident. He picked that up.
“Hey,” he said to her. “You okay?”
“How did you know they worked for Wayland Energy?” she asked.
“They’re motherfucking Riggers. Riggers Motorcycle Club. They are a group formed specifically by Wayland Energy employees during the boom. My club is the Ghosts of the Prairie. And we think it’s hilarious that men hired during the fracking boom call themselves Riggers because you don’t need a rig with fracking. We call them Mother Frackers.”
“And they are all that obnoxious?” she asked.
“Pretty much,” he said, gazing at her with his crystal blue eyes.
“And you’re not afraid?” she asked, worried for him.
“No. I am both way smarter and way bigger than they are,” he said coolly.
“Thank God for that,” said the clerk.
Chapter Five
As Jennifer mounted the back of the bike to resume their road trip, Trenton hooked the backs of her knees and drew her up close to him. She fit him snuggly between her legs. Her position, coupled with the vibration of the Harley, was wicked. She wrapped her arms around his massive body and was filled with such warmth. It was luscious to know this big strong man was hers, even just for the moment.
The landscape began to change drastically. He turned off into the state park entrance. The mountainous formation of the Badlands was overwhelming. They were spectacular bare, craggy, colorful rocks rising out of the earth like giant high rises dwarfing both Trenton and Jennifer. It was a sensory overload that revved her up. Every sense that she experienced after that was that much stronger. She felt the wind on her face in a more special way.
And the magnetic chemistry that stirred between Trenton and her was sharper; more intense. If he were to touch her now, she would be extremely reactive. She would come in a heartbeat.
They tooled around just taking in the glory of the park, with the entire world to themselves. It was the middle of the week, and though it was summer, there was little sign of anyone else enjoying the scene.
Every once in a while they passed some green. A few patches of scrub plants and trees. Finally, he parked his bike under the shade of one of them. He took her by the hand and together they took a short trail, not but a few yards, to look at the rocks up close. It was very warm.
“You’re sweating, girl.”
They had already taken off their coats and left them at the bike. He stepped them in a cove made by rocks jutting out of rocks. It was warm still, but there was some shade. And privacy.
He looked at Jennifer with a smoky gaze. Immediately she wanted him. She felt like he looked. She reached her arms up around his neck. He wrapped his around the small of her back. With fingertips he pinched the hem of her shirt up and over her head.
She was naked from the waist up except for her lacy satin push-up bra.
“So beautiful,” he said, gliding his giant palm across her chest.
He twirled her around and guided her hands to the wall of the multi-colored rocks. He unfastened her pants and slid them down. She could hear his own belt being unbuckled. Her legs were spread, yet bound by the tangle of her pants. He took command of her hips, pulling them towards him so that he could have access to her from behind.
His enormous body shielded hers so anyone, however remote the chance, could not see her. It was just the two of them, wondrous formations of Mother Nature, and the big open North Dakota sky.
He entered her wet and willing body. The sound that arose from deep within him told of his hunger for her like she had for him. She had never had the experience of outdoor sex, let alone sex in one of the wonders of America. It was exciting. Fresh.
Jennifer had to be cautious of her footing. She had to trust Trenton to keep her steady as he drove into her. It was daring, but she wiggled her hips around in counter motion to his own rocking, in and out of her.
She mixed it up, letting her knees buckle so she dropped down and up against his fiercely hard cock. She stepped up on her tiptoes one at a time, jutting her hips up this way and that. She stood up on her tiptoes because she knew that her buttocks flexed and looked awesome that way. Trenton gave the cheeks of her rump a light, playful smack.
Finally, she reached between her legs and pleasured herself. With that, the speed of his driving quickened. He was like a locomotive, powerful and true, driving into her in the hot North Dakota sun. The fresh air filled her nostrils as she braced against the rocks, taking it from him.
In her mind, she pictured what it would be like to watch the two of them. What they looked like from a view from above. She visualized the two of them, working against each other furiously, chasing the inevitable.
Jennifer felt warmth flow through her and that sweet feel of contentment that came before an orgasm. Her senses had shifted and now every touch and stroke was driving her to a sweet finish. He knew.
“Come for me baby,” he said raggedly.
It took everything she had to focus, to keep working her hot sensitive channel against him, to drive herself to climax. But she did it until she burst.
Jennifer exploded in wave after wave of incredibly pleasure. It just rippled powerfully through her, pulsed her channel, her belly, and flooding throughout to light up every erogenous point.
Her T-shirt had hiked up in the act and her breasts were free. They were exposed, naked with arousal-pebbled nipples, swaying and bobbing towards the rocks. They jiggled like crazy as Trenton was insane with passion, pumping into her until he found sweetness.
His cries sailed up to the sky, echoing off of the rocks. He was such a beast in his orgasm. His body so powerfully seizing and jerking. His cries so animalistic and loud. Jennifer thought it was just about the hottest thing she had ever experienced.
At last they were still. He cantilevered over her, shading her against the rocks. They were warm, not cool, but they were soothing. Finally, they adjusted their clothing. When they were dressed, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. Slowly. Sensually.
He swept her mouth with a tender tongue, touching every surface and cell. She kissed him back, driven by the magnetism that flowed between them. Heavy breaths swelled in her chest and she could hardly manage between the need to taste him and the need for air.
She shifted her head, experiencing him from every angle that she could. It had been so long since she made out with a man, and Trenton was such a man. He was all man. The likes of which she would never know again. She was driven to take as much of him as she could, while she could.
“So,” he said, stroking his fingers through her hair. “The Ghosts of the Prairie are coming up to camp before we head back to Parshall. We can stay or we can head back, it’s up to you.”
She laced her arms around his giant body. “I would love to have a campout with your guys,” she said.
“Awesome,” he said. “And I would love to show you this really cool little waterfall and natural swimming pool.”
They loaded up onto the Harley and split the blonde grasses of the flat land outstretched from the rock formations. Jennifer would never know where to turn. But soon Trenton cut in and wandered till the earth changed back to nothing but rocky surfaces and rising rocky mountains.
Once he cut the engine to the bike she could hear the water of the little brook he knew about, running over a short rise of rocks. The waterfall was high enough, though, that over time, it created a luscious little pool. It was a private little cove just for the two of them. And Jennifer could not wait to take a dip.
“It’s gorgeous,” she remarked.
“So are you,” he said.
She and Trenton stripped down to absolutely nothing. The heat was high already in the early afternoon sun, but the water nipped. It was cool against their hot bodies, but they got used to it.
They dunked
under the spray of water spilling into the pool. Trenton got behind Jennifer and held her body against his to let the falling water gently beat against her chest. It felt amazing. It was like a natural erotic massage.
He pulled her higher up so that he could reach the dip of her neck with his hungry hot mouth. Immediately Jennifer felt aching and empty. He sweetly tortured her, the two of them drifting around under the North Dakota sky, out in the great wide open.
It was an amazing sensation to be naked in the outdoors like this. The sun baked her through the filter of the cool water. Finally, he hoisted himself out of the water onto the wonderfully warm stone rim of the pool. The rocks’ heat penetrated the muscles of her back, buttocks and thighs. Jennifer was so physically content. Except that she needed the gorgeous man beside her in a bad way.
Trenton sat on the edge, his feet dangling in the water. He looked at her and she knew. Jennifer climbed onto his lap, impaling herself on him. Her feet went the other way. He braced her at the small of her back.
She was able to move by pushing her palms off of the hard rocks. She bounced on his giant cock. The heat of the hard surface actually aided their pleasure. It was apparent from the start that this was going to be quick.
Trenton immediately made helpless noises of pleasure. The bouncing weight of Jennifer’s buttocks forced her to take him so deeply, so their bodies made full contact with one another. It was the perfect combination of pressure and movement and heat. Pleasure coiled up at her core, threatening to burst with every wiggle. Every thrust.
He tipped their bodies sideways and rocketed into her. She arched her back away from him, driving her pelvis upward against him. The position was absolute perfection and Jennifer’s body was wracked with blissful endless clenches. It was a powerful orgasm, wrenching up from inside tightly around him. Their moans and wails filled the cove. They could not help it. The force between them was so pent up and powerful, they had to let go.
While she was still pulsing, he separated from her and positioned her to be splayed directly against the sun-baked rock. The heat against her erotically sensitive, delicate flesh made her pleasure draw out longer. She liked that he was so smart about her body.
Jennifer and Trenton jumped back into the pool and swam some more. They sunbathed until they were bone dry on the rocky surrounding. They dressed. The Ghosts of the Prairie had already arrived and they set up camp. It was a good thing, because Jennifer was feeling like she needed to get out of the sun.
Chapter Six
It was magical seeing Ghosts of the Prairie set up out on the gentle grasses of the Badlands prairie. It was almost like seeing a Native American encampment. Jennifer could sense the camaraderie and the closeness. These people really enjoyed being together.
The image of a biker conjured an image more like the Riggers for her. It had a negative connotation, but knowing Trenton, and even Danny, the notion was completely turned around.
Trenton was so caring and so fucking hot. It wasn’t because he was off-the-hook in bed but because he was so thoughtful and tender. He was just a beautiful man.
When they dismounted, he immediately ushered her inside a tent that was cooled by a generator. He insisted on dousing her head with cool water so her hair was wet, in case she had gotten too much sun. They sat inside the tent sipping water till they felt right.
The mercy of the prairie was that the temperatures would dive, and by sundown it would be cool enough outside for a fire, which they already had going far enough away from camp so that the heat would not annoy anyone while it was still warm out.
Over the fire, they had spit roasting chicken. Jennifer knew it was going to be so incredible. She was starving for it. In the meantime, they had bowls of soup made of beans, summer squash and corn. It hit the spot. She curled up in the tent under a blanket and took a long nap.
Immediately, she went into a dream. It was a dream where she was there at the camp with the Ghosts of the Prairie, but somehow her husband had found her and snuck inside her tent.
His hand on her shoulder to wake her, Jennifer turns and stares at his angry face.
“What are you doing here?” she demands.
“I might ask you the same thing,” he says in a wicked tone. “What did they do? Pass you around and now you’re sleeping it off?”
Jennifer takes a swing at him but he catches her hand. He looks her right in the eye before slapping her hard across the face. It stings on so many levels. She is tired of taking that from him. For so many years, she hid the bruises from the occasional, but hurtful, physical outbursts.
What hurts more than the hitting is the belittlement in his voice. He is so, so smarmy, and one more time he has power over her. She tries to cry out for Trenton or anyone but he laughs.
He says, “This is a dream. And in this dream, they cannot hear you. Come.” He forces her to sit up. “Look.”
Jennifer can see outside of the tent, Trenton’s motorcycle club carrying on happily as though neither of them is there. It’s so frustrating because everything she needs is right outside the tent but she cannot connect to any of it.
Her husband smiles. “So you see, it’s just you and me. And for starters, I would like for you to sign all of these.”
He hands her a clipboard with a stack of paper, inches thick. He fists her hair so it is taut around her head. She can hardly move. If she refuses for one moment to comply, he just has to move his hand and cause her great pain.
Tears are streaming down her face as she signs the papers against her will.
“When Trenton hears about this he is going to turn this all around,” she says.
He makes fun of her and starts talking like he is about to cry too. “Oh, but Trenton isn’t real now is he? And he seems to be getting along just fine without you. And when I have my company back, there isn’t a damn thing that he can do about it.”
Jennifer tells herself that as soon as she finishes with the paperwork, he will go. She would rather live completely impoverished as she did when she was a child than to live one more day as his wife.
“Oh,” he says, “by the way, I have the kids. It will be a cold day before you see them again. I’ve already told them that you went off to jail. For life, and that they will never see you again. Mommy bye bye.”
She shoves her foot up into his bread basket. He releases an umph sound. She is surprised that she actually has some success. She can literally feel him shake her shoulder.
“Hey,” Trenton said, looking right in her eyes. “What was that?”
“What?” she asked. “I was dreaming,” she said, trembling.
“I’ll say,” he said. “I just took one in the gut from you.”
“That was you?” She sat up and almost knocked heads with him.
Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.
“Hey,” he asked softly. “What’s the matter?”
“I dreamt he was here,” she said, wiping her eyes.
“Who, honey?” He searched her face.
“Brill. And he said that he had the kids and I would never see them again.” She trembled.
He took her head in his warm, soft hands. “It was just a dream. Anxiety. And frankly, as much as you need to have fun, I am surprised you aren’t showing more signs of it. He’s not going take your children. He’s not going to harm you. You pull all of the strings right now. You are chief cook and bottle washer at Wayland Energy.”
She smiled feebly at him. “You’re right.”
“Um, besides, he is in jail for at least thirty days for assault and resisting arrest, and more stuff. I happen to know the district attorney in New City. He is up shit’s creek without a paddle,” assured Trenton.
“I think I will call the kids just to feel better,” she said.
“Of course baby. Want some privacy?” he asked so sweetly.
Jennifer looked at him with adoration. “Where did you come from?” she asked and kissed him gingerly.
He left the ten
t so that she could make her call in private. She phoned her mother and talked to each of the children. They were indeed fine. She let them know that she would probably come out and join them in a day or two, once she had some ‘me’ time and wrapped up business matters.
She felt guilty admitting she was having ‘me’ time, but what ‘me’ time it was. For the first time since she could remember, Jennifer was socializing with adults. She felt like a human being again, although a slightly guilty one.
She emerged from the tent. Trenton winked at her. He beamed at her from across the circle of friends.
“Feel better?” he asked her. Even from where she stood, she could feel the exchange of heat between them.
He arranged his legs to invite her to come sit on his lap. She nestled against him. A couple of the bikers were strumming guitars and singing. And they were really good. A table was set up filled with sides and there was a place for the chicken in the middle.
“Hope you’re hungry,” said Danny. He made her feel so welcome.
“I am,” Jennifer replied.
“You get good rest?” he asked.
“Yes, thanks,” said Jennifer.
The evening drew on pleasantly. The Ghosts of the Prairie played music and hung out and told stories until it was time to turn in. Jennifer and Trenton snuggled up under the same bedroll as the fire crackled outside. Couples had their own tents so they were alone.
He made quiet love to her, kissing her to capture her cries. As their pleasure lingered, they remained entwined. Eventually they separated. He turned her back against his chest, wrapped his mammoth arms around her and they slept.
Chapter Seven
Jennifer woke in the middle of the night with the tormenting feeling that something was really wrong. It woke her out of a dead sleep and it made her need to get out of the tent.
The fire was still burning. A few Ghosts of the Prairie were still hanging out. They were quiet as she moved past them and out into the open field. There was a big black mass that her brain did not quite compute. She realized at last she was standing near enough to a bison.