What the Outlaw Keeps

by Samantha Leal

  She had chosen a simple black dress. One that hugged her in all of the right places and emphasized her delicious curves. She had always been told what a stunning hourglass figure she had, and her waist was nipped in with a little belt to make sure Carl didn’t miss the undulating of her hips as she snaked her way toward him demurely and feline-like.

  She giggled at the thought. She just hoped that she had the nerve to become this confident seductress when the time came.

  She slipped her feet into the same court shoes she had worn the day before and pulled a cardigan over her shoulders. Next to a man like Carl, she was going to look like a nerdy librarian, but she didn’t mind. It had clearly appealed to him initially, so why should she change anything?

  As she headed out of her front door, she told a little white lie to her parents that she was going to meet some friends, and then she slipped out into the night.

  The sun was almost down, but the light was still grey and pink. She wrapped her arms around herself as she clipped down the street on her heels and her mind raced with thoughts of what could possibly lay ahead. As she got further into the city and made her way toward West Street, her nerves started to mount. So many thoughts were rushing around, leaving her head in a spin…

  What if I don’t even recognize him?

  What if he doesn’t show?

  What if he takes one look at me and laughs in my face?

  What if it is all a big joke?

  Or even worse… What if he’s with those creepy guys and it was all a horrible plan to humiliate or hurt me?

  She stopped on the corner and looked across at the park and realized that her hands were shaking. She had to be brave and put herself out there for once. She knew, deep down, that she was being silly doubting his intentions. Surely, he couldn’t fake that connection? And if it was anything to do with the other creepy men, then surely they would have just done their worst last night in the bar…

  She shook out her shoulders and held her head high. This was her time to shine and she wasn’t going to talk herself out of it, just as she had done with the interview the previous day.

  She looked left and right, and strolled boldly across the street toward the park. The lake in the center was glinting gold with the setting sun and it made the whole place feel magical. As she stopped and leaned against a bench, she suddenly had the sense that this was all supposed to happen. Even though she was nervous, she had the feeling that the second she saw Carl all of the anxiety would melt away. And if it didn’t, well, all she had to do was leave. She smiled. Everything was going to be fine.

  Just as her nerves sunk away completely and she gazed out over the lake and at all of the couples walking around it arm in arm, she heard the roar of a motorcycle engine blaring down the street and getting louder with each passing second.

  She smiled and took a deep breath. She knew, without turning around, that it was him. So when she did finally turn and swept a strand of hair out of her eyes, her heart pretty much melted as she saw Carl pulling up at the side of the park and pulling off his helmet. His hair shook out and down around his amazing eyes, and she noticed that his stubble had grown and made him look even sexier and more rugged.

  Wow, she thought, trying not to show how infatuated she already was.

  He climbed off the bike and took slow strides toward her. With each step he took, the smile on his face cracked and grew wider. He was everything she remembered and more, and now they were there together, about to meet and speak for the second time, and all she could think of was how she wanted to pounce on him and rip off his clothes.

  Try to wait, she thought with a smirk, even if it is only an hour…

  7.

  They walked hand in hand to a restaurant on the corner so they could sit outside at a table on the sidewalk and watch the world go by. Of all the things she had been expecting to happen on this date, being wined and dined had not been one of them.

  Carl watched her with wide pupils as she sipped demurely from her glass of Sauvignon Blanc and he clamped a cigarette between his teeth and supped straight whisky. They looked such an unlikely pair, in such an unlikely setting, that Emily could feel dozens of eyes on them, watching their every move.

  “I wasn’t sure you’d show,” Carl exhaled a plume of smoke into the air.

  “Likewise,” Emily admitted.

  “What do you mean?” he leaned forward and grinned. “I asked you out…”

  “Yes, but…” she didn’t want to sound pathetic, “I don’t know, maybe I thought it was all some kind of joke.”

  “Why would I joke about that?” His eyes were so intense and they were fixed so sternly on her it was making her nervous again.

  “Because…” she stammered. “I guess because we’re pretty different.”

  “And do you not think different would appeal to me?” His eyes glinted again.

  Emily had to smile. Because that was exactly the reason she was sitting there with him. He was different, and it had more than appealed to her… It had drawn her in like a moth to a flame.

  “I think I can understand why different would appeal, yes…” she smiled.

  “Because I suppose you feel exactly the same?” he winked as he said it.

  Emily was at ease once more. At least, he could make a joke of himself and not take himself too seriously.

  “Well, I’ve certainly never dated a biker before,” she said. “So the difference does appeal…but then, I guess I don’t know what I’m letting myself into.”

  Carl laughed and slapped his hand against his leg before he brought his ankle up and crossed one leg over at his other knee.

  “Trust me,” he grinned. “You’ll have the wildest ride of your life.”

  As he said the words, Emily felt her pussy clench with anticipation. He was so sexy and confident. He was intelligent and funny, and he knew exactly how to drive her wild. She believed what he said. She could tell that spending the night with him would be more than amazing. It would be a highlight of her life.

  She skimmed the menu, closed it and slid it across the table.

  “I’m not hungry,” she said cheekily. “For any of this, anyway.”

  Carl’s eyes widened and she could sense the arousal building in him also. The two were too hot for each other to sit and have a polite dinner. She wanted to go somewhere private with him…and fast!

  “I’ll get the check,” he offered as he got to his feet and disappeared inside to find the waiter.

  Emily smirked. She couldn’t believe that she had been so forward. The couple at the table next to her looked at her disapprovingly and raised their eyebrows. She glared back at them smugly and took another big swig from her wine glass.

  She was going to fuck this wild outlaw, and she didn’t care who knew it.

  Carl reappeared and held out his hand. As Emily got to her feet and placed her hand in his, she felt a wave of electricity jolt through her. Even just touching the skin of his hand was incredible. So who only knew what he could do to her between the sheets.

  She felt a warm gush of desire in her panties and she had to bite her lip to distract herself. She was so horny and turned on she could have unraveled in a wave of ecstasy right there on the sidewalk.

  “Where shall we go?” she asked him breathily as they walked quickly down the street.

  “It depends what you have in mind…” Carl looked down at her with a grin.

  “You know exactly what I have in mind,” she whispered.

  Carl stopped and looked at her before he took hold of her and pushed her up against the brick wall of the store they were passing by. She knew that there were hundreds of people on the street that could see them, but she didn’t care. As he ran his hands through her hair and held her gaze, it was as if they were the only two people in the world.

  Carl pushed her back further and pushed himself right up against her. She could feel the stiff poke of his desire in her belly and it made her moan as he traced his fingertips across her lips.
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br />   When he kissed her, it was as if she was opening up for the first time. As their tongues entwined, Emily was lightheaded and weak at the knees. He took her breath away and as he swept her up in his arms, she was all his.

  She couldn’t imagine anything else other than this. He was all she wanted, and all that she had craved but never knew.

  “Let’s go to a hotel,” she whispered as he kissed her once more and then on the cheek. “I have to have you.”

  Carl took hold of her hand again and nodded.

  “Come on,” he said as he began to walk with her quickly down the street. “I know the perfect place.”

  8.

  The hotel was not far from where they had met, and as they checked in and Carl paid for the four hundred dollar a night room with a roll of cash he had in his pocket, Emily felt the excitement course through her. It was as if she had stepped outside of herself and was slipping into another life.

  She had woken up the day before as a nerdy girl on her way to a job interview. And now she was checking into a hotel with a sexy biker who she knew would break all the rules with her. But she wanted it more than anything and she wasn’t going to deny herself this experience.

  Carl gripped her hand tightly and ran with her toward the elevators. The hotel was plush and clean, a stark contrast to the bar they had met in, and Emily couldn’t help but wonder how on earth a man like him even knew that this kind of place existed.

  It wasn’t the kind of hotel people checked into by the hour. It was the kind for wealthy travelers or important businessmen passing through. She looked around and as they walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor, Carl lunged at her again and pushed her up against the mirrored wall.

  His kisses were deep and searching, and the way he held on to her neck as his tongue explored hers sent a shiver down her spine. His touch made her tingle everywhere and she was completely at his mercy.

  The elevator stopped and they disembarked. Carl held her hand and ran with her down the corridor as his eyes scanned frantically for their room.

  “Here,” he said as he ground to a halt and slipped the keycard into the lock.

  The door opened and he pushed it wide and pulled her inside. It was dark in there, the only light filtering in from the bright city lights outside behind the netted curtains. Carl kicked the door closed behind them and pulled Emily close to him. He held onto her neck and kissed her again, and as they fell back onto the bed, she was already so in need of him that she didn’t know how long she could wait.

  He ran his big, rough hands up her side and clenched her breasts. Emily threw her head back and gasped with pleasure as he began to kiss her neck and slipped his hand down between her legs. Her dress was riding up and her black lacey panties were on show. Carl grunted with approval when he saw them and slipped his fingers inside, finding her sweet spot and massaging her clit with his forefinger.

  Emily was in ecstasy and she threw her head back again and began to pant. She didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time, she wanted to ride the wave of anticipation and for him to make her wait for her release… It would make it that much more incredible.

  Carl pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her legs were dangling down and he pulled her panties down and off before opening her legs wide. As he bent down between them and his tongue ran the entire length of her slit, she could barely breathe. It felt so good. So right.

  “Carl,” she groaned as she held onto his head and he pinned her down by the belly with the flat of his hand.

  When he climbed back up on top of her, he had already wriggled out of his jeans and his huge, thick, hard cock was standing proudly at attention in front of her.

  Emily let her eyes wander down and when she saw it, illuminated by the city lights, she gasped in awe.

  He was perfect.

  He was so big and raw she had no idea how she would take him.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked her as he held onto his shaft and positioned it at the opening of her slick, engorged pussy.

  “Oh yes,” she panted.

  And then with one long, powerful thrust, Carl pushed himself inside of her and opened her wide.

  The sensation was overpowering. His cock was so powerful, she could barely hold on. As his strokes became harder and deeper, Emily clung to his broad shoulders and wrapped her legs tightly around him. She was completely at his mercy and desperate for him to fill her with his juicy bad boy seed.

  “Give it to me, Carl,” she gasped as he fucked her harder.

  She ran her hands up his tensed thighs and dug her nails into the naked flesh of his back. Carl grunted and groaned and she could feel the power rising within him.

  His whole body seized and so did Emily’s as they both came at the exact same time. She bucked and convulsed beneath him as her pussy walls gripped him tightly and he emptied his hot, thick load right up inside of her. His balls completely drained and his heart pounding, he collapsed down on top of her and breathed heavily into her neck.

  “Fuck me, Emily,” he panted as he kissed her on the cheek. “That was the best lay of my life.”

  “Me too,” she grinned as she ran her hands through his hair and brought his face up to meet hers.

  And she meant it.

  No one had ever made her cum like that, and she knew, in that moment, no one would ever be able to fuck her like that again. She wanted him fully and forever. Carl was her man. The one who was supposed to be by her side. And she could tell that he felt it too.

  As they held each other and listened to the sounds of the city racing through the night outside, Emily kissed his chest lightly and Carl pulled her as close as he could and held onto her tight. He was protecting her and Emily had never felt safer. They drifted off to sleep in a tangle of each other’s limbs and the aftermath of their exquisite sex. Emily knew that if she dreamed, it would only be of him and of how she never ever wanted this perfect moment to end.

  9.

  Emily swept her hair up high over her head and secured it with the pen she had been using to keep track of the stock. It was a hot day and she could feel the glistening of sweat forming on her forehead, so she reached up and patted it away with the back of her hand.

  Junk was sitting in front of her and was going over everything she had written down, making sure that she had recorded everything correctly and accurately, and that she was getting the knack of what it meant to fully run a bar.

  “All looks good to me, kiddo,” Junk said with a proud smile on his recently smoothed and hairless face. “You’re getting to be a bit of an expert at this, maybe I should be worried for my job.” He winked at her and then he bent down to pick up one of the large crates of glasses and heaved them up onto the side of the bar.

  “As if,” she laughed. “You’re part of the furniture here, don’t you know…”

  Junk nodded and laughed with her in agreement.

  A lot had changed for Emily in the past few months. After her randomly walking into the biker bar and meeting Carl, things had just gotten better and better. Their hot date had led to many more and they had been pretty much inseparable ever since.

  Around a month into their relationship, Emily had quit her job at the Italian restaurant on the other side of town and helped the guys out at the bar whenever they needed her. But, mostly, Carl liked to look after her. He liked to keep her well dressed and well groomed, to shower her with gifts and whatever she wanted, and to treat her like a queen. And she couldn’t argue with that. He was her king, after all.

  She sat down on the stool, the very one she had chosen the first time she had set foot in the place and asked Junk to bring her a glass of water.

  “No vodka today?” he joked.

  Emily smiled and meekly shook her head. She wouldn’t be drinking until Carl got there and she knew that for sure.

  The bar had been quiet for the past couple of weeks, but that was mainly because a lot of the charters of the city had been travelling up state and C
arl hadn’t wanted one gang, in particular, coming in anymore after what the creepy guys had done to Emily. It had turned out that they had been pretty high up in a rival gang, and trouble between them and Carl’s MC was pretty commonplace. But when they had disrespected Emily, it had been the final straw.

  But even with the bar quiet, it was still raking in the takings, and each weekend night was packed to the rafters with students or rock fans or people who were just curious to know what it felt like to walk into an outlaw bar and live dangerously for the night. In a city like theirs, there seemed to be no shortage of voyeurs, and neither Emily, Junk, nor Carl were complaining. It kept them all busy and on their toes.

  The front door swung open on its hinges and Emily turned. He walked in with all the swagger and confidence he had had the day she first laid eyes on him, and he still made her heart race and her pulse quicken. She couldn’t help but smile as he approached her, slid an arm around her shoulder and leaned in for a deep, long kiss.

  “Hey, Babe,” he smiled. “Mmm, you smell good.”

  It had been the new perfume he had bought for her. Another thing she had never expected to be given when she had started dating a biker. But Carl was anything but stereotypical and so far, he was breaking all expectations.

  He pulled her close to him and she looked up at him nervously.

  “Did you pick it up?” she asked as their eyes met.

  “Umm hmm,” he nodded as he opened his jacket to show her the inside pocket. She could see the pink edge of the box sticking up and she felt the nerves rise in her.

  Whatever the outcome, she knew that nothing would break them. They would continue to grow and thrive no matter what.

  “Come on then,” she said as she motioned toward a door that led out back to a corridor.

  They held hands as they walked down it toward the ladies bathroom and Carl handed her the box and waited outside as Emily disappeared inside and locked the door.