by Bijou Hunter
Soso drives through an adjacent lot to a local park before heading down a tree-covered road. Is this a shortcut? Before I can ask, she puts the truck in park and turns off the engine. Leaning over, she reaches into her glove compartment. Her hair spreads out across my lap as she searches for something.
Is it a weapon? Will she off me and dump my body here? I can’t imagine that’d turn out well for her. My mom’s a psycho when it comes to protecting her boys. It’s why I’ll never really be the chapter president. Mom refuses to allow me enough power to possibly fail. Better for her to keep my training wheels on forever than to see me crash and burn.
Finding what she’s looking for, Soso sits up and reaches under her seat to move it back. I have no fucking clue what she’s doing until she climbs across the middle spot and straddles me.
“Suit up,” she says, flicking a condom at my chest before planting her lips on mine.
Her kiss holds the answer to my questions. She’s sure about what she wants. I don’t know—or currently care—if this is a pity fuck or she’s still aroused from earlier.
Ignoring the condom, for now, my hands reach under her skirt to find her soft, warm skin. I’ve wanted access to her body since this morning. There isn’t much room to stretch out, and she grunts disapproval when I try to remove her shirt.
“No nudity in case a stray dog walker comes peeping,” she says before returning her lips to mine.
I don’t argue. Her loose-fitting top and skirt hide her curves, but they’re a godsend as my hands roam her body. I don’t even know what to touch first. My fingers stroke her thighs—first outer, then inner—before brushing across the damp cloth covering her overheated pussy. Barely skimming her flesh through her panties, I hear her whimper with need.
“You poor thing,” I murmur.
Soso’s gaze narrows. “Shut the fuck up.”
Smiling bigger, I reach down and pop the button on my jeans. “My dick knows your pain.”
Anger gone instantly, Soso returns to sucking at my busted lips and then my tongue. She barely catches her breath even when lifting her hips to make room for me to shove down my jeans and free my pissed cock.
Her soft touch against its hot flesh soothes the angry beast. I’d teased the damn thing all day with this gorgeous woman and the promise of relief. Then I shut down our opportunities again and again. Now my cock purrs as she strokes it with one hand while fondling me under my shirt with her other.
The woman has an outstanding plan. I can multitask too. My left hand emerges from her skirt and slides under her top. Soso moans into my mouth when I pinch her nipple. Her skin turns blazing hot once I roll the rigid flesh between my fingers.
“Bubba,” she groans, making my dick twitch in her hand.
Between her legs, my fingers tease her pussy through her panties. Then the fabric is pushed aside as I slide a digit between her slick flesh. She whimpers again, sounding fragile despite her dominance over my cock.
Soso holds my gaze when she asks, “Will you come if I do because I’m so close?”
“I have no idea what the fuck will happen.”
“Then wrap up your dick and put it inside me.”
I tear open the condom and cover the head of my cock while Soso strokes my balls. Does she want me to come before she does? Is this a sick trick to make me leave her unsatisfied so she can blow me off without guilt?
The look on Soso’s face is the only answer I need. No plan necessary. She just can’t stop touching me. Her lips suck at my throat. Her teeth nip at my shoulder.
I nearly apologize for thinking she was fucking with me. I’m so damn horny right now that I get a momentary glimpse into Butch’s brain. Words are hard. Life is overwhelming.
Then Soso reaches between us, lining up her sweet pussy with my throbbing cock. There’s no time to slowly adjust, to savor every inch of my dick entering her. She drops down on my cock with a grunt and immediately rolls her hips. I see her close to coming and don’t waste time teasing her clit. She’s already at the finish line. My hands disappear under her shirt and bra, filling my palms with her soft flesh.
I watch her face flushing from pink to red as she rides my dick. Her dark eyes reveal the kind of vulnerability I’ve never seen before with a woman. Or maybe I never paid attention until now. I only know she looks afraid as the pleasure builds.
I don’t know what to say. Smart words remain out of reach. I’m not a guy thinking with his brain. It’s primal need right now. The only words I can manage are, “My Soso.”
My brain might currently be stuck in neutral while my dick runs the show, but it knows I sound like a fucking caveman. Soso doesn’t laugh at my words. I see only relief from her fear and then the physical relief of coming after too long in a state of heat.
I demand my dick keep working. No way do I want to cut short the incredible feeling of Soso’s pussy sucking wildly. Her lips find mine, thanking me for making her come so hard. I wrap my arms around her as she bounces on my cock.
Every thrust into her body makes relief so much closer, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. I want to feel this way forever. I’m unleashed, commanding, and confident. This is the man I need to be, and I’m afraid to let go and lose this power.
I’m convinced Soso is the key to what I’ve been missing. But once I come, she’ll drop me off at Audrey’s, and I might never find my way back to this moment again.
THE BOHEMIAN
Bubba goes full lost hunky puppy on me during lunch. He shuts down when I ask about killing the Dogs. I can’t tell what the problem is, but I sense he’s stuck between being a kid taking orders and a man making them. I remind myself he’s only twenty-two. There’s plenty of time for him to break free of the expectations of others.
Despite the Johanssons always lingering in the background of conversations when I was growing up, I don’t know his family’s story beyond the basics. They were the charmed ones from Kentucky. Grampa was a badass. His sons were softer. According to my family, anyway. Cooper was the smarter brother; Tucker was the meaner one. I don’t remember anything about Bubba’s mother and father.
In fact, I don't think I heard anything of value about the family until Audrey hooked up with Cap. And all that info came from Keanu, who was mostly interested in teasing his best friend for being whipped by a tiny woman.
Without the details, I can’t be sure why Bubba’s running a chapter of the Reapers at twenty-two. As a Johansson, he probably didn’t need to jump through hoops like a regular member. The blood running through his veins offered him shortcuts. Maybe that’s his problem. Bubba never had to earn his patch, let alone control over his chapter. I wonder if he’s ever even killed anyone.
I honestly don’t care if he’s taken a life or can’t run his club. None of that involves me. Bubba’s life in Conroe is his problem. Here, though, he’s my lost hunky puppy, and I want to make him feel better.
And if in the process of helping him, I’m able to fix the pounding heat between my legs, well, then I’m not going to complain.
I never plan on stopping at the Baltazar Memorial Park. The silence at lunch left me stuck in my head. Running on autopilot, I let my heart take the wheel.
Now Bubba’s balls deep inside me while we fuck like teenagers. His arms keep me pressed against him. My hips refuse to relent until I know he’s come. I already got off, and it felt fantastic. I’d forgotten how incredible a dick-involved orgasm could be. It’s been so long, and I don’t want it to end.
But Bubba and I can’t remain attached forever. His balls end our fun, but, hell, if they didn’t give it their all. I expected maybe two minutes of fun after how long he’d been sporting an erection. I even manage a second orgasm before he loses the fight.
Eventually, Bubba hides his face in my hair, catching his breath. I stroke his head in the same way I did last night when he mumbled in his sleep.
“Soso,” he whispers, and our gazes meet.
Then he just stares without speaking. But I get it. Me
n can be quite skilled with the sweet talk when getting laid is on the line. After their balls empty out, they just grunt and need a nap. Well, assuming they aren’t busy running for the exit.
“Thank you for making my pussy hum,” I murmur while cupping his face.
Bubba’s smirk is back. “I did good, huh?”
“I’ve not had better.”
“A lot of competition?” he asks, getting that possessive glint in his eyes.
“I’ll tell you how many, if you’ll list all the ladies you’ve blessed with jizz.”
Bubba’s smile widens. “I was a virgin before this particular fuck.”
“Me too,” I say and kiss his forehead before brushing my lips across his. “Yet despite my virginity, I can say that was the best fuck of my life. As such, I will allow you to spend time with me tomorrow.”
My pussy gives his sated dick a farewell squeeze before I lift my hips and return to my seat. “Good thing I changed into a skirt.”
“You knew.”
Sharing his smile, I murmur, “Yeah, I think I did.”
Bubba removes the condom with the kind of skill that makes me suspect he might have been lying about that virgin thing. Soon, his jeans are back on, and he rids himself of the used rubber.
“Why can’t I hang out with you today?” he asks, shifting closer while I start the engine.
“I have the painting party tonight.”
“And I said I could paint.”
“It’s club business, and you’re not in the club,” I grumble since he’s making me want to ditch my responsibilities just to play with him more.
“Don’t get mad.”
“Well, then, don’t beg like a bitch and make me feel guilty.”
“That would be more intimidating if you didn’t start laughing in the middle.”
Giggling, I back out of the park and head for Audrey’s house. “You’ll be here for a few more days, right?”
“At least.”
“Then you can hang out with me tomorrow. Then if we aren’t sick of each other, you can hang out with me the next day. And
if you ever get bored at home again, you can visit me for more truck sex.”
“I want you spread out in bed.”
“Well, we haven’t done it missionary-style yet.”
Bubba smiles while his hand plays with my hair. All his earlier tension is gone. Orgasms are nature’s drug.
“I don’t want this,” he says when I pull up to Audrey’s house.
“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday and starting to stink up my truck. Get out.”
“Can I come over tonight after your party?”
“No.”
“Why?” he grunts, losing much of his post-coital glow.
“I don’t want you sleeping over.”
“Why?”
“I’m worried I’ll get attached to you. That or I’m worried you’ll hog the bed. Could be either one.”
His fingers still twirling my hair, Bubba studies me. I stroke his cheek and smile. “Thanks for the wonderful fuck, Bubba Davies. Now get the hell out of my truck.”
“When can I see you tomorrow?”
“We’ll meet for lunch and see how things go.”
“Don’t push me away.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I can’t help myself,” he says and kisses me before I can complain.
Our lips part once. Then his return. Again, they part. His linger over mine. I worry he won’t leave, and I worry even more that I won’t make him. He’ll tag along to the painting party and cause trouble that I’ll need to clean up after he returns to Conroe. Plus, his gorgeous face might get banged up more.
But Bubba does get out of my truck after one more kiss. He doesn’t look happy, and I don’t feel happy, but it gets done.
I tell him we’ll meet up around noon and I’ll text him with the specifics tomorrow. He just nods, seeming as if he doesn’t believe me.
After I smile big enough for him to feel guilty for not returning the gesture, he grins. As soon as I pull away, I check the rearview mirror to find him pouting. It’s a sexy look on him, for sure.
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
THE CHAPTER WHERE FAMILY DISTRACTS FROM WHAT THE HEART WANTS
THE RUNAWAY
Soso’s scent is on my skin—a floral, earthy aroma like a summer evening. I don’t want to leave her side, but here I am standing on the curb in front of Audrey’s house. Based on the empty driveway, I might be stuck outside for a while.
Audrey, though, opens the door when I knock. She sizes me up in the same way she did when I showed up on her doorstep Sunday night.
“You have caused me trouble, Nikolas.”
“I need to wash off my dick. Can I come inside?”
“Use the hose,” she says, ruining her bitch persona by laughing. “So nasty.”
I walk into her house to find it quiet. She locks the door—so many bolts—and follows me to the kitchen where I stick my leftovers in the fridge.
“What’s in the to-go box?” she asks.
“Houdini sandwich.”
“Couldn’t finish it, huh, lightweight?”
“Look, kid, I get it. Your man is huge and eats like a pig. Whatever.”
“I can’t believe you ran off with Calypso Rutgers,” she says, leaning against the kitchen table.
I nearly ask, “who” before realizing Soso is a nickname. Ah, so she knows the pain of a silly nickname becoming your official moniker. We’re kismet.
“I don’t even remember last night after I started my second Korean Kickass.”
“I probably should have warned you about that drink,” Audrey says, flashing me a smile.
“How can that little guy drink it with no problems?”
“Keanu has mystical powers.”
“No, really.”
“I think he started young and built up a tolerance. I don’t know. Ask him yourself. Unless you’re planning on heading home today.”
“Nope. I’m here for the night, and then I plan to shack up with Soso until it’s time to bring her home to Conroe.”
Audrey’s dark eyes widen, and she looks ready to yell. Then she remembers her kid is sleeping and controls herself. “For fuck’s sake, you can’t be serious. There is no way that woman would leave Tennessee for you.”
“You ditched Kentucky and your family for Cap.”
“Hey, I see them twice a month.”
“You ditched everything you knew for a man. Why can’t Soso?”
“You barely know her.”
Smiling, I wag my finger at her. “I noticed how you changed the subject there.”
“She’s trouble. All the Rutgers are. Those Hallstead sisters were evil.”
“Yeah, yeah, and our family’s full of saints. Look, I’m going to take a shower and change my clothes. Afterward, you can talk more shit about people you barely know. I’ll listen and nod since you were nice enough to let me crash here.”
“And how long are you planning on staying?” she asks with her hands on her hips.
“I told you that I’m shacking up with Soso starting tomorrow.”
“Does she know that?”
When I only smile, Audrey rolls her eyes. But she doesn’t give me any more trouble while I get cleaned up.
Her house has a small guest room tucked behind the kitchen. Though I barely fit in the shower—and I bet Cap would suffocate in the small space—the hot water feels good against my battered body. Butch got in plenty of shots on Saturday night, and that asshole managed a few more last night.
Deciding to relax in bed after my shower, I think of Soso’s tiny house. Is that what she needs to be happy? I can’t imagine myself surviving long in such a tight space. Back in Conroe, I live with my parents, but the 5000 square foot house has more than enough room for our family. When Mom and Dad designed the place, they made sure to give each of us a section to roam.
“Grown men need privacy,” Mom said, wanting
her boys to remain home for as long as possible.
Of course, she didn’t respect our privacy. I often caught her rummaging around my room or checking my phone. Needing to protect us, Mom doesn’t believe in boundaries. If we’re smothered in the process, so fucking be it.
I wonder what Mom will think of Soso. My guess is she’ll hate her in the beginning and treat her like crap. Then she’ll warm up to her and become fiercely protective. I just hope she manages to take it easy on Sissy.
Conroe feels far away as I doze on the guest bed and think of Soso. I can’t imagine her in Kentucky or living in a non-triangle house. What about her birds? I could put together one of those sanctuaries. How hard could it be? For Soso, I can listen to New Age music and live in a weird house and learn how to engage with birds. Whatever it fucking takes to keep her in my life.
THE BOHEMIAN
Years ago, my parents built a brick and wood siding home on five acres. The style is very retro since my mom and aunts have a running contest to see who can cream their panties hardest over the 1980s. Meanwhile, Dad triumphed with a four-car garage and workshop where he tinkers, drinks beer, and listens to old man rock and country.
I park my truck in the driveway, hear a Willie Nelson song playing in the nearby garage, and sneak inside through a side door into the kitchen. I’m not ready to engage with Dad yet.
Once my leftovers are in the fringe, I go searching for Mom. Instead, I find Keanu stretched out on the couch in the rec room.
“Sorry about last night,” he says and glances at me through half-closed eyes.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I should have protected you better from Griff. That way, Kentucky wouldn’t be forced to jump in. I can’t imagine you found any pleasure in rewarding his penis as a thank you.”
“Apology accepted,” I say, smiling at his wording. “Is missing Lottie why you’re vegging on the couch in the middle of the day?”
“Yeah, and I can’t even play with Cap,” he mutters and then adds when I frown, “He got grounded for the fight at Salty Peanuts. Poor sonovabitch is stuck in a giant corner, thinking about what he did.”