Covered by Bubbles

by Gracie Meadows

  “Trust me, sweetheart, just play along,” as he spun, taking her by surprise, burying his head into the crook of her neck, and kissing along her most sensitive spot. She felt heat rising up, but she knew he needed a look and this was the best way without him turning his head. Suddenly a male from the security detail that came in walked to the bar. She heard Dylan growl before turning her and slamming his mouth to hers, twisting the seat away from his line of sight on the new arrivals. She didn’t know what his tactic was but she played along and moaned into his mouth as he demanded her attention. He dominated the kiss, demanding she respond with him to every stroke and nip of desire. His large hand grabbed her ass, pushing her deeper into his embrace. Brandie went willingly, suddenly the need for more from this man took over, craving him like he was her last drink. He soon released her from the kiss, not sure what just happened. It was like Chance had done earlier, a distraction.

  “What the hell?” she yelled at him.

  “Not now, I can’t get spotted.”

  “You know them?”

  “Yeah, I know one of them.”

  “Well,” she asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

  “His name is Trent.”

  “So this Trent is who?”

  He sighed and kissed her neck again, obviously trying to distract her. “Trent is my brother.”

  Chapter Seven

  Dylan was shaken by seeing his half-brother. It had been years, but he had thought Trent had moved on and was working somewhere. He was just trying to get information, and needed to step back and figure things out. He was so damn confused, because when shit hits the fan and Trent is involved, he was going to have to arrest him. However, right now he needed to stay hidden and not draw any attention to him or Brandie. The men didn't seem to belong in a place like this. He really wished Chance were here to help him. He needed a distraction. Brandie shifted, almost sitting on his leg so she could lean in close to talk to him.

  “So what do we do now? I can head to the back and act like I gotta pee, and listen from there. Hell, I can have you leave and pick a fight. Maybe get them distracted. What do you think? Want me to play nice with them? I bet I could get close to one of them.”

  He grabbed her tighter because the idea of someone else touching her made him see red and the last thing he wanted to do was let her go over there, but he was out of options. She started to kiss his neck so they could talk, but damn if his dick wasn’t making yet another appearance and growing with each touch. His pants were going to be an issue real soon.

  “What the hell do you mean make nice with them? I don’t want you close to them. We can figure something out.” He was stunned when she bit his earlobe, pulling it down. Yeah, these leather pants are going to be a problem.

  “I will do what I want, Thing Two, but you need to realize I do this for a damn living. You don’t dictate what I can and can’t do. Now do we need to get information, or get the hell out of here. Let me know so we can plan. Your either with me or not.” She started to rub herself against him more, making him pull her tighter against him, pushing his leg between hers so her sweet little pussy rubbed on him. Letting his brain fog over, he needed the information, so plan B was what he was going for. Taking his hand, he slipped it under her small skirt taking her by surprise.

  “We are going to do this my way, baby. I have an idea, but you need to relax and let it look natural. I have some small bugs in my inside pocket, and yes, I never leave home without them. We are going to play a little and when we are done, you are going to the bathroom, trip, and drop one on the seat next to the big guy.” He heard her whimpered response when she slipped her hand into his jacket to grab the bug and his hands skimmed along her naked ass. Holy shit she was wearing a thong. Running his fingers along her crack, she shifted more allowing his access. Making sure her hand wasn’t seen digging into his jacket pocket, he reached up with his other hand and pulled on her ponytail, making her head tip back. He used that moment to kiss along her neck, her jaw bone, the corner of her mouth, until she opened and he plundered her mouth. Like the kiss prior, this one he poured all of himself into. She gasped but allowed him to control her. He deepened the kiss, making sure she knew he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Moving to the front of her legs with his other hand, he skimmed the thin material covering her pussy. He was shocked to find she was bare there, but that shouldn’t surprise him, he was beginning to realize she normally did things he didn’t expect. She moaned into his mouth and he could feel her heat calling to him. Slipping his fingers past the thin barrier, he glided over her lips, running his fingers between them, finding her wet and wanting as he moved his finger through, and more cream escaped, coating the digit. He released her lips moving to her neck, kissing and sucking the skin, silently asking permission as he slid his finger back and forth. He didn’t want to go any further if she didn’t want, but he was dying to feel her heat around his finger, her cunt sucking him in, asking for more, and pulling him deeper.

  Brandie was so lost in the moment that she couldn’t even tell you her name if asked. She needed to stay focused on the task at hand, but damn it if Dylan's hand didn’t play games with her aching pussy. She was so damn needy. It was as if she was split in two, one part wanted nothing more than to have Dylan strip her down and fuck her stupid off the bar for all to see, and the other was her badass self, which didn’t give a shit what people thought but got the job done. Instead, here she was playing both sides of herself and unsure what side to pick. Not thinking just feeling, she shifted slightly on Dylan’s leg, and then he took the decision away from her as his finger shot straight into her greedy sex. Throwing her head back, she held in a cry as he took over, playing her body like a master musician on a grand piano conducting an orchestra. His fingers pushed in and out, kneading her clit with each pass. She felt her body quicken and the need to come pushed forward more and more, but the fear of screaming held her back. Dylan seemed to be on the same wavelength as her orgasm splintered her, he covered her scream with his mouth, drowning her out to keep their play time just between them. His finger slowed as she started to come down from her high. Sliding her arms out of his jacket, she held tight on the small pen that must be the bug. She had to give him credit for his cleaver thinking. He removed his finger completely and she looked into his dark brown eyes as he smirked and sucked his finger clean of her juiced. Normally she would have smacked him for doing something so publicly, but with him, it turned her on even more. Once he finished cleaning his finger he leaned softly over to her and kissed her gently.

  “Now, baby, it’s time you go play limp legs and drop the bug. I’ll wait here, and then we can leave.” He lifted her from his leg and fixed her skirt yet again before smacking her ass as she walked to the bathroom.

  Not wanting him to get the better of her, she did the girly thing and giggled as she walked to the bathroom. Only then did she notice that some of the men were watching her. She felt herself blush as they looked her up and down like she was a steak and an added shot of whisky rolled into one. She wondered into the bathroom, not really needing to use it, but more for cleaning herself, and fixing her panties. She still couldn’t believe she let him do that, and in public too. Well yeah, she could, he was so damn sexy that it made her cream more just thinking of his muscles rippling as his fingers played her pussy like a fine tuned instrument until she hit a high note ending the song in the sweetest note. Once she was clean and washed up, she still needed to play the dumb biker blonde. Rolling her eyes at the thought, she slipped the pen into her hand so she could conceal it better. Once out of the bathroom she worked on fixing her top, pulling it lower until her breasts about fell out of the damn thing causing her to “trip”. One of the men reached out to her as she grabbed for the seat.

  “You okay, sweet thing?” one asked as he ran his hand over her breast acting like he was trying to her help her up. Yeah right, fucker, hope you enjoyed your free cop a feel.

  Dropping the pen in the corner of the seat
so it would go unnoticed, “Oh, I’m sorry, I must have tripped. I was trying to make myself pretty for my old man.” She winked at him, and the man who grabbed her breast tried to block her in a little between him and the wall, but she stepped to the side.

  “You look pretty fucking perfect to me, sugar. You get tired of your old man and want to take a ride with a real man, give me a call.” He slid a piece of paper up and placed it between her boobs. He was shocked when the damn thing stayed. She was about ready to knee him in the balls and beat the shit of out this fucking prick, but Mac came over.

  “Hey, man, you might want to let her go. Her old man is pretty possessive, and I really don’t have the insurance to cover any more people with injuries because someone touched Bubbles.”

  The prick turned and looked at her, and she couldn’t help but smirk. “Well, I think if he was that possessive of his girl, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight.”

  “Who said I did,” and with that, the prick turned just as Dylan’s fist connected to the man’s face. The prick fell back, hitting the wall, knocking him out. Holding his hand out to her, he pulled her toward the back door. He must have thought ahead because he lifted her, throwing her over his shoulder as he ran to his bike, putting his key in the ignition, starting it. She reacted by pulling her helmet on her head and he did the same. Just as the wheels spun gravel, the doors at the front of the bar swung open and the prick watched them leave. Not caring anymore, she couldn’t help but laugh at everything that just happened.

  Dylan was trying to reign in his temper when he saw the fuck touch what was his, or what he considered his for the night. Brandie wrapped her hands around his waist and held on as he sped down the road while she laughed in his ear. He couldn’t help but feel lighthearted around her. She brought out something in him he never knew he had. He was a possessive bastard, not so much with most women, but here he was growling at anyone who touched or talked to Brandie. He was still reminiscing how her body reacted to him finger fucking her. He had to control the inner animal he knew most men had buried deep down. He rode now, more determined to get home and talk with Chance and see where he stood with her as well. Tonight didn’t go as well as he hoped, both of them ran into people they shouldn’t have. Chance and Brandie ran into her ex-boyfriend, and he, his brother. Today was just a big cluster fuck. Hell, this shit sucked. It was only a good half an hour until they reached their house. It was a nice ranch style home, big enough for company, but small enough to maintain.

  It was one thing he told Chance he wanted when they moved out there. He and Trent lived off the streets because their dad was a drunk and would beat the shit out of them and his mother until he finally beat her to death when he was thirteen. Both he and Trent went on to live in the state home. He used that opportunity to try to better himself and rise above the street kid everyone saw. He tried to do the best he could with Trent, but he fell into the wrong group. He didn’t know how many times he bailed that kid out, but it was to the point he thought he had lost him, but then he turned up at a rehab center. Soon Trent was clean and working with someone. So he didn’t worry about him, thinking he finally cleaned up his act, but did he feel like the world’s biggest idiot now. What the fuck was he doing with those guys? The largest question was, who were they?

  Hitting the small remote button that opened the garage door, he pulled his bike inside before shutting off the engine. Pulling off his helmet, he missed the touch of Brandie's hold on him as she too removed her helmet. “Well that was fun, can I get out of these boots now?” was the only thing she said.

  Not holding back a laugh this time, he turned and looked at her. “You know you never cease to surprise me. You never say what I think you are going to say.” She laughed at him then and climbed off. He took off his jacket and started to get off his bike when he looked over at Brandie who was bent over unzipping her boots. He couldn’t think as the move had her bending in half with her ass high in the air. Rooted in place, he watched as she went to remove the boot and started to sway. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of her. “Little wobbly there, maybe it’s from being on a bike to long.” But he lost all thought when she looked at him. Not caring anymore and letting everything go he grabbed her, pulling her to him. She responded quickly by letting him lift her up and on to his lap while sitting on the seat of his bike before he kissed her. Hand and tongues were everywhere, and not sure if it was the adrenaline or the pure animal magnetism that cause the two of them to act, but it didn’t matter. His hands slid up her thighs to lift her skirt so her ass was exposed. Her arms reached for his shirt. Their mouths disconnected for only a moment. He couldn’t get her fucking corset off so he pulled it down enough that her nipples popped free and she was trussed up and held in place. Leaning her back against the handle bar, he plucked a nipple into his mouth sucking the sweet little berry. Her cries egged him on and he couldn’t think of anything other than releasing his cock and slamming into her. Her hands fisted in his hair holding him in place, as he tugged and pulled on one nipple and then the other. Releasing one hand, he slipped it down to her panties and once again found her wet and wanting. She leaned forward, swaying her hips trying to make better contact with him. Slipping yet another finger in her, he continued to tease her.

  “God, baby, you’re so wet. Tell me you want this and I will fuck you right here, right now on my bike. If not, we need to stop and go have a drink and a cold shower.” Her whimpered sounds dug at him as he continued to plunge into her cunt.

  “Yes, please, yes, Dylan, I want you.” That was all he needed. He popped the button of his pants, lowering the zipper allowing his cock to spring free.

  “Touch me,” he commanded. Her eyes snapped opened and looked down at his cock. He smirked when her mouth opened, but yet, she reached out and grabbed his cock with her tiny little fingers. He too moaned with her contact. Her touch about sent him shooting off just like a teen looking at a porno for the first time. “Enough,” he commanded when her strokes grew more demanding. He removed his fingers ripping her panties so they hung off one leg before lifting her enough to lower her onto him. He pushed through her entrance and the heat coming off her was amazing. He knew he was on the larger size so he took it slow with her, but she wanted nothing with slow as she dropped down on him until she was fully seated. He moaned at the sensation. She gasped at the realization of his size, which must have shocked her. Kissing her mouth, he tried to get her mind off the bite of pain and focus on the pleasure.

  It didn’t take long for her to start moving. As she lifted herself up and down on his cock he watched as her breasts bounced free and sucked one into his mouth. Her mewling sound made the male in him stand out. Not wanting to go slow anymore, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down as he thrusted up to meet her downward strokes. Brandie reached out and held on.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck me good and hard, be that naughty girl I know you are.” Lowering one hand, he started to rub her clit back and forth, her breathing started to quicken and her inner walls started to grip his dick like a vice as she started to come. Dylan was holding on as long as he could until she found hers. “Come on, Brandie, that’s it come for me, come all over my cock.” It seemed to be her undoing as she screamed his name and came while he too came, empting himself deep inside her hot channel. Her body lay slumped against his as they both still sat on the bike, trying to level their breathing.

  “Well, if you two are done fucking like teens after your school won the homecoming game, we can talk about what happened at the bar.”

  Looking up, he saw Chance standing there looking at them both. Well, shit.

  Chapter Eight

  Chance stood at the door and watched the interaction between Bubbles and Dylan, rooted to the spot and not sure what to do next. He should be pissed, or hell turn away, but watching Dylan fuck Bubbles on his bike just turned him on. It wasn’t that he was turned on by Dylan, but watching Bubbles body moved up and down as she screamed his partner's name and then finding her rel
ease. He wanted to go and join them, to have Dylan turn her as he took her ass, or hell, if she didn’t want that just fuck her against the wall, the hood of the car, the work bench, he would fuck her standing up, he didn’t care as long as he was deep into her hot little body.

  Once they finished, he made himself known and Dylan smirked at him, but Bubbles froze slightly. He did regret that, but if he wanted them all to be together, and yes, he was seriously looking into the three of them entering a ménage relationship, he needed her to be comfortable with them together and separate. She had such a large personality that he knew she could tame both of them.

  He waited until Bubbles stumbled in and he looked down to see she had one boot on and one in her hand. He couldn’t contain his laughter. “Here, honey, let me take that off before you trip and break something.” Kneeling before her, he found the zipper on the inside of her leg. He watched as Dylan strolled past them heading to his room, and probably the shower. He pulled the small tab and lowered it down, revealing her soft skin. Running his fingers along the inside to feel her silkiness. Her shuttered breathing started to pick up as he pulled the zipper the rest of the way down and tugged the boot off her foot. Gently he caressed her foot, massaging the tender ball drawing out a small moan. Standing, he caught her again by surprise as he stared into her eyes. They were heavily lidded and hazy. He so wanted to kiss her and taste her again, but thought to save her.

  “Here, let me show you your room for tonight.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him. He led her into the small bedroom they wanted to use for guests, but so far no one had ever stayed. In the middle of the room stood a queen size bed, a small dresser, and two matching end tables. They hadn’t done much with it, other than paint the walls, which he thought they called a cream color, but it was more of an off white to him. He had already placed her items on the bed for her when he got home. “You can use the dresser, and let me show you the bathroom, I'm sure you wanna shower.” He went to turn to leave, but her hand reached out to stop him.