I drew my eyes back and pumped my elbow, only a little as I struggled in the Defiler’s hold.
“I have two,” Red said.
The barrel bit into my skull.
Red threw open his jacket and reached in. Had he understood? Or was I imagining it?
As soon as he gripped the pistol, my eyes blurry with fearful tears of what would happen, but doing it anyway, I swung my elbow back and ducked, throwing all of my weight to the ground.
His fingers slipped from me. I was free. I looked up and saw the gun flash at me. I was looking death right in the face. It jerked away.
The Defiler tried to aim at Red in time, but he was blasted in the chest, the gun dropping and hitting the dirt next to him. He sputtered blood. It flowed over him and pooled toward me as I crawled away.
My ears ringing, my heartbeat pounding in my whole body, I turned to see Red kick away the pistol. I closed my eyes when he pointed the gun at the Defiler to finish him. I didn’t want to see Red kill anyone else.
When I opened them, I peeled my hands away. The whirl around me settled. I coughed and stumbled onto my feet. I lost my balance. I toppled toward the ground.
Red caught me.
“You’re safe.” He clutched me and pressed me to his chest. Tears unleashed. I kept sobbing, unsure what emotion was taking over—fear or the happiness I felt in Red’s arms.
He tried to tilt me off his chest, but I wasn’t having it.
“We need to get out of here,” he warned me.
I stayed close to his side as we made our way through the abandoned front yard, his gun still in his working hand.
“What you did was a very brave thing,” he said. “Crazy, and brave, and a little stupid, but I’m glad you did it.”
Once we were at his bike, he swept me up. He kissed me, forcing those sorrowful lips open and driving his tongue against mine, giving me some hope. I wrapped my legs around him as he spun me around and gave me an awesome squeeze.
“I don’t care what it takes, Ash. You’re mine. I’m always going to be there for you. It doesn’t matter if you’re with the Feds. It doesn’t matter if I’m with The Bastards or not. We’ve got it too bad to ever stop.”
How could I be smiling? After all that horror, the pain still welling in my chest and radiating to my back, I could still smile.
“I do have it bad,” I said, hanging my head low while peeking up with a smile.
“Now let’s get the hell out of here.”
He dropped me back down on his bike. The roar of the engine was a welcome sound. It meant Red was close. Fear slowly drained from me.
We met the other Bastards as we were heading onto the highway. They stormed off the exit with a huge caravan of bikes and trucks.
Red saluted. He circled around.
Boots and Jackal were at the front. I peered out from behind Red’s shoulder. I hoped this wouldn’t take long. The shock started to wear off. Pain filtered in with a promise of a lot more on the way.
“Call ahead and tell them to get ready for a burn and possibly fractures.”
“You got it,” Boots said.
Jackal shook his head at me. “You shouldn’t have left without us.”
“We can talk about it later.”
“Glad she’s safe,” he added.
“The place is cleared out, but double check to be sure.”
He revved the engine again. It thrummed beneath me and I jumped closer to him as we pulled out.
Once we hit the steady speed of the highway, even with the wind whipping me back, I couldn’t focus. I closed my eyes and tried to make the pain disappear.
When I opened them, I saw The Bastards’ compound. Then the gate. I shut them again, and we stopped.
Red lifted me into his arms.
“You don’t have to do that. Don’t hurt yourself,” I told him, slurring my words like my mouth was filled with cotton.
“You’re safe with me. Quiet now. Rest. I’ll take care of everything.”
He carried me in through a doorway. When he dropped me, pain radiated from my lungs, branching out farther to my ribs. Red tucked me back down. His hands entwined with mine, he pumped life into my fragile body.
I had shut my eyes after Red squeezed my hand. When I opened them again, he was gone. I gnashed my teeth to fight a scream, but it came out anyway.
“Get her something to kill the pain,” Red shouted. He was pissed. Three people scrambled through the door. A girl and two men who I didn’t recognize. When one pulled in an IV, it occurred to me what was about to happen. They were going to put me under.
“No, no,” I screamed. Red caught my fist as it flung through the air. His grip wouldn’t let up.
Not by them. Not by those doctors at the compound. Couldn’t he have brought me to a real hospital?
Before I could shout something crazy and mean at him, his strong, confident face brushed against mine.
“It’s okay. I’m here. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
My head hit the pillow. White lights above me. Red guarding me. That was the last memory I had of that day.
* * *
Red
“I like having you around, Red, but you don’t have to watch over me all the time. I’m fine. Are you sure you don’t have anything important to do?”
Ash seemed back to normal. Even happier than I last left her. Perhaps happier than I’d ever known her to be. It wasn’t something I was prepared for. Who was kidnapped and woke up in a good mood? Ash, that’s who.
“No, don’t ask me that again. You’re the most important thing right now. After what happened, you’re under my watch...for a long time.”
She kicked back and hit the king-sized headboard. Images hit my mind of her fingers reaching up for the top, trying to curl around it to hold on as I pounded her, driving myself to the hilt, stretching her to the max.
But she still wore medical tape around her ribs, reminding me of her injuries. Despite the tape, as soon as we arrived in the four-star hotel, she seemed fine. The idea had been mine. To get away from the club, the complications, and possible vengeance that The Defilers might try to enact.
So far, we were safe, and so were the boys. No sign of trouble. Anywhere.
Ash didn’t seem worried at all. Telling me the truth, and I also guessed, being away from The Bastards and shacked up in a nice hotel had lifted her spirits.
At some point, we would need to talk about how we were going to handle things. We I said, and I meant it. We were together now. There was no doubt about that.
I didn’t want to think about it right away. I was consumed with thoughts of caring for Ash. The hotel room was like a time bubble; we were in our own little world, free from distractions and the nasty outside world which had threatened to destroy us. The room was on the top floor in a gaudy hotel right off the highway, in a location which hadn’t been overdeveloped yet, meant we had a clear, open view of the desert as it stretched into the horizon.
There was even a hot tub in the bathroom. Ash had slid her sexy ass into it earlier when I went to grab some water. When I came back, my mast reared up, urging me to join her. Seeing her tits hide at the edge of the surface, I almost forgot that she was recuperating. The bastard in me almost came out. I handed her the water bottle and hopped into bed, distracting myself with the TV.
My balls still ached every once and a while whenever I thought about the opportunity. Especially with her cheery disposition and how she kept telling me how fine she was. How fine was she really? Not fine enough to take a hard fuck, that’s for sure. Soft and slow...maybe? I crossed the thought out.
“What are you thinking about? You look so serious,” she said playfully. She pushed the covers off and crawled to the edge of the bed. On her knees, looking up at me, it was an enticing position that almost broke me.
“Nothing,” I grunted. “A lot of things.”
“Really? I thought you would be more stressed than this.”
“Me? You’re the one who was tortured. You had a blo
w torch to your back, Ash.”
She shrugged. “It could’ve been worse. He didn’t really touch my back for long and you arrived so soon. I had days to recover. I’m tired of being treated like I’m on my deathbed. Trust me, I’m fine. It’s you that I’m worried about. Are you concerned about what’s going to happen to us? Eventually, we’re going to need to tackle that question.”
The question. What were we going to do? She was an FBI Informant, sent to infiltrate and lock me up. I was a Blessed Bastard, sworn to ride for life.
The only answer I had was Ash. She was my choice.
“Let’s not worry about that,” I said, dipping lower, my lips brushing hers. She moaned, her lips slipping open a little more as I swiped against the tip of her tongue, giving her a tease and a dose of my heavy medicine.
“It’s us now,” I said.
She leaned back. Her pupils dilated.
Did she think I would be giving up the colors? The colors were for life. I hoped she wouldn’t think so. Damnit, the struggle was real. My head was littered with the jumbled mess of conflicts outside of this beautiful hotel room and this beautiful girl before me. Wasn’t that enough? For today, I wanted it to be.
Savor her. She was almost taken from you before. You almost lost her. Savor her now.
I kissed her again, this time granting more of my tongue as I circled hers. Breaking away, I saw her beaming like she was ready to burst with frenetic energy. Best to keep my distance. Already there was a tug in my jeans. Who knew what I was capable of if I continued to stand right in front of her lips? My cock would probably burst out and hit her in the chin.
“Going to take a quick shower.”
It was apparent that I was trying to hide. She gave me a smug smirk, like she knew exactly what I was doing, but before I could give her the pleasure of a retort, I strode to the bathroom and halfway shut the door.
I draped my jacket near the shower. My t-shirt, which should’ve been cool from the blasting AC, was warm and clung to my chest. I tossed it off. My boots too. Then my jeans. There was plenty of room, enough room for the hot tub, and also a boxed-in shower with a sleek marble floor.
I gave a caveman-like grunt at my cock, plump and at attention. Ash always got my blood pumping.
She’d better heal soon. If she didn’t, I might be the one never getting out of bed. My balls were heavy and sore. That was a lot of pent-up testosterone.
Grabbing a towel, I placed it over my jacket.
I stepped into the shower and turned it on. First, I hit cold. I feared telling Ash that was part of my routine. She might want to get in the shower with me someday. Just thinking about our morning routine with her curvy, sensual body brushing against me, my cock started to fill, my debased impulses taking over.
Not even the cold could keep hot thoughts of her away.
Leaning over, I grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed at the back of my neck. The shock to my system from the cold water hadn’t proved sufficient, so I turned the warm water up. Freezing water had managed to numb my cock a little, but not much. It started to tingle. Soon, it would be all I could think about.
Christ, I couldn’t go a minute without thinking about it. Red Jr. was one hell of a time waster.
Something caught my eye. My arm snapped to the door. A blurred figure stood before me, casting a faint shadow. My berserker rage almost took control. Warm water caressing my tense muscles helped settle me. Usually, an intrusion like that would have my trigger finger itching.
This shape was soft. Getting even softer as I watched her toss her clothes off. Her hourglass shape, her hair dangling down to her shoulders, and the steam which started to form between us destroyed all intents of remaining proper in my mind.
What was she thinking?
“Red, since it’s just us, and we’re together now, I thought it would make sense to start showering together,” her voice called out. It was husky and smooth. My erection throbbed. I had full wood now. My balls were tightening, driving me to release.
Wildness in me desired to pump my seed into her, to really claim her as mine. Words didn’t matter to that side of me. Only action. The most important action to fuck her and claim her.
I’d never thought such things before. Never did it cross my mind. What scared me for a moment was that it didn’t sound absurd. It sounded right.
A baby? Really? Don’t get ahead of yourself—
She tossed the door open. She stood before me, naked with rosy cheeks, offering herself to me. How could I say no?
At least she was thinking somewhat straight. Straight enough to bring a condom with her.
My jaw was firm. My eyebrows tensed and I backed off, but she took a step forward. I eased up when she placed a hand on my chest. Another hand, and my own sprang out, catching her and binding her to me, placing her soft warmth against me, igniting my wicked cravings.
Our kissing was rough. My fingers roamed over her ass. I spun her around, to let the water cascade over her. Watching the water flow over her wondrous breasts, she was the epitome of divine beauty, a goddess. A goddess I would take as my own.
“Don’t make me do this,” I told her.
“I’m fine,” she said. My fingers dig into her soft, supple ass. She let out a squeal as she was pushed to my lips, devouring her.
She sucked in a long drag of air.
I spun her around again. Water rolled off her shoulders, trailing down to her ass. She spread a little with a moan, giving me the sight of a bead of water slipping between her thighs. My mouth started to water as I thought about doing the same with my tongue. I wanted her in heat, panting from my tongue as I treasured her pussy and had her panting.
She held the condom away.
“I’ll break you. I can’t,” I told her.
“Take me slow, then.”
“You and I both know that’s not going to happen.”
She spread wider. Her hands departed from the wall for a moment and landed right on her ass cheeks. The ass smack was my weakness, my Kryptonite. I watched in slow motion as her ass shook, tempting me to plunge my thickness between her creamy thighs into her swollen and needy pussy.
“Fuck me,” she told me.
I growled. I actually fucking growled like a beast as that side of me tore free. The condom was suddenly in my hands, and I was ripping it open, everything happening too quickly.
The condom unfurled down my thick mast. It fit snugly at the base with a snap.
“Fuck the condom,” I said. I yanked it off and tossed it to our feet.
I snatched her hair and yanked her back. Instinctively, she bent over, raising her pussy. My tip ran over her slit. She breathed harshly and trembled in my grasp. Seeing her struggle with our touch, I drove us onward. My lips caressed her shoulders. Back up to her neck. I was distracted for a moment when I noticed her back, her bandages getting wet, but it couldn’t stop me.
I could make her better. Better than any doctor could.
Tilting her back more, she slapped the wall and tried to cling on.
“I have you,” I told her.
My thick tip shoved into her tightness. She wrapped right around me. At first, I didn’t think I would get inside, but she was slick and warm, even warmer than the water which cascaded down our bodies.
Her hips rocked desperately. She attempted to rub against me, but I was too far back. My lips came in for her tender neck. She cooed in my arms. My cock slid farther in.
“I have all of you. This is mine. You are mine. This pussy. Mine. I am going to want this all the time.”
“Me too,” she managed to say.
She was going to say something else, but I shoved more of my fat, hungry cock deeper. Her hands fell from the wall and smacked her hips.
I let go of her hair. She slumped over, which raised her ass more, making me expand as she opened around me.
“You knew what you were getting into. A hard, rough, ride.”
I snatched her hair again as I pumped into her. My cock drove in all
the way, forcing her to take me to the hilt. She shook, her lips thrumming with our sexual energy, threatening to drive her over into a peak already. It was like I was keeping her standing with only my cock, a rod that she was speared to.
My balls were heavy and full, pulsating against her ass. She couldn’t rock, couldn’t move, because a move from her meant a rub against that tender spot. That would be too much. She might come too soon.
I nibbled on her ears. She instinctively rocked her hips, and her sweet spot rubbed against my hardness. It set her off and she hopped off of me.
“You always wanted this rough ride, didn’t you?”
I bit her lip. She flung herself back. Her nails bit into my biceps. She snatched my lip and gave it a piercing bite. I reared back when I thought she’d bit me hard enough to draw blood.
“Don’t you take yourself off my cock again.” I hefted her into my arms. I tossed her legs open as they curled around me.
I dropped her lower. My cock drove into her again. I buried myself inside of her. She was filled to the brim, but I kept pumping, rubbing against her and watching her tender love flow.
The showerhead kept flowing between us, hitting her nipples and running down between us. For a second, as I was thrusting, I lost all memory of what I was doing while submerged in that hedonistic pleasure.
Her fingernails trailed down my chest.
“Come, I know you need to. Stop fighting it. There will be plenty more tonight.”
She shook her head. But she broke. She lifted off my lap. Ash arched to try to escape. Not because it was bad. It was far too good.
I still rammed inside her as she came. I wouldn’t let her go.
“Red, Red, Red,” she screamed my name, over and over. If I died at that moment, I would’ve been perfectly at peace. All was right with the world.
I crashed into her as she came. Her juices flowed over me and she sucked me in. Sensitivity began to invade my determination to see her come a second time.
“Your pussy is just too good,” I groaned. She flung back from arching to the wall. Ash tried to crawl onto my shoulders.
I let her rest as I stopped rushing inside of her. My cock still twitched. My balls were on the verge of releasing. Having that second to relax, I got a second wind.
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