BABY GIRL III - Love That Just Is (THE ERIK EAD MC EROTICA SERIES)

by Scott Hildreth

Please.

  Squeeze it.

  “Nothing sir,” I responded as I stared at the shingles of the roof.

  I heard his belt unbuckle. I looked down to my left as his pants hit the tops of his boots. I pulled on the chords again.

  Shit.

  “You want to escape me, baby girl?” he growled into my right ear.

  “No sir,” I squeaked.

  I felt him penetrate my pussy with his stiff cock. His free hand reached around to my stomach and pulled my torso up and backward, forcing my ass to rise. I stood on my tip-toes. He began fucking me harder as he squeezed my neck with a little more force.

  His hand on my neck was turning me on.

  A trigger.

  I pulled on the chords again.

  “You’re gonna get it, little girl,” he growled.

  He squeezed my neck harder.

  He began to fuck me harder and shove himself deep. His hips pounding against my ass made slapping sounds with each stroke. Every inch of his cock was being forced into me. My calves ached from standing on my tip-toes.

  I want him to squeeze my neck and fuck me hard.

  Really hard.

  I pulled on the cords again and growled. I shook my head from side-to-side.

  Be careful of what you wish for. My father always told me that.

  He squeezed my neck harder.

  And pounded my pussy with force. His cock felt larger than it ever had.

  He pulled against my neck, forcing my head closer to his face.

  “You’re not going to get away from me. You’re stapled to the roof, you mouthy little shit,” he whispered.

  “Who owns you, you little slut?” he asked.

  “You do,” I squeaked. His hand was tighter on my neck than it had ever been.

  But it wasn’t tight enough.

  “Who?” he growled into my ear. His hot breath almost made me cum.

  Life offers us decisions. Sometimes we make good ones, and sometimes we make bad ones. When we make these decisions, we often take a chance, hoping that the outcome will be favorable. Making a split-second decision often produces results that we never expected. Turning back the clock and changing the clock and changing our mind is never an option. My father always told me to take three steps.

  Think. Think. Act.

  This was good advice.

  With Erik, sometimes I just acted.

  “Nobody. Fuck you, untie me!” I screamed as I pulled frantically on the chords.

  He squeezed my neck harder. His fingers dug into my flesh and tightened around my neck. I felt him adjust his hand and grip again.

  That’s not tight enough, I want you to squeeze my neck, Erik.

  “Let go of my neck, and untie me now. Nobody owns me,” I screamed.

  He squeezed even harder. He forced himself into my pussy like he was trying to kill me.

  I began to contract with force.

  His hips slapped against my ass.

  I started to tingle from my head to my tip-toes.

  This was going to be huge.

  “If I don’t own you now, I god damned sure will when we’re done. You’re mine, do you understand me?” he breathed into my ear.

  I shook my head as best I could. I pulled against the chords and growled.

  “Fuck you, untie me you cock sucker,” I grunted.

  That should do it.

  His hand tightened around my neck and I felt him increase his intensity of forcing himself into my soaking pussy. I began to tingle from head to toe. My pussy felt like it was going to explode.

  I yanked the cords.

  He squeezed tighter and tighter.

  I closed my eyes.

  And my pussy exploded. I felt as if I was somewhere else. Certainly not on this earth. I opened my eyes. Everything got milky. I blinked my eyes. The lights were bright. I opened my eyes. Everything was gone.

  Black.

  I came. And came.

  And came.

  …

  …

  …

  …

  …

  “Baby girl!” he barked.

  I’m not sure if the time between the last time I opened my eyes and when I could finally see again was five seconds or five minutes. I have no way of knowing. All I know for certain is one thing.

  One.

  I’m figuring this out.

  How to get what I want.

  And keep Erik happy.

  I fucking love this man with all that I am. With all that I can provide. I love him with my entire existence. He breathes life into me. He has allowed me to understand who I am, and not feel broken for being me. I can be myself with Erik and not worry about him criticizing me.

  He owns me.

  And he always will.

  “Baby girl!” he said again.

  I heard the click of his knife, and felt him cutting the cords.

  I blinked my eyes, turned to face him and smiled.

  “There’s my baby girl,” he said, smiling.

  And he shuffled in front of me. With his pants around his ankles, on the roof of the house - the house that we owned - he kissed me deeply.

  “I love you baby girl. I love you with all that I have, know that,” he said softly as he held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.

  “I do,” I said.

  Every girl wants to say that to a man.

  I do.

  KELLI. “I don’t know, Doc. Hell, there are a few options. A tread plate on the leading edge of the steps, carpeting them, and there’s the sandpaper strips - but they will look like shit on these wooden steps,” Bunny said.

  “Well fuck, I don’t know Bun, that’s why you’re here,” Erik said as he looked up and down the stairs.

  “Well, they’re slick as snot, Doc. Hell, she’ll fall half the time she comes down them if she comes in heels or socks,” Bunny said.

  I looked at Bunny and back at Erik. I always thought that Bunny was smaller than Erik, but he wasn’t. They could be twins almost if Bunny didn’t have a shaved head. Bunny was maybe an inch shorter than Erik, but you’d never know if they weren’t side by side. Bunny wore jeans, Chuck’s, and a white tee shirt. He had tattoos like Erik. One arm all the way to the wrist and one was tattooed to his elbow. I was studying his tattoos when Erik yelled at me.

  “Are you paying attention, baby girl?” he asked.

  “Uhhmm, not really. I didn’t hear you,” I answered.

  Erik looked at Bunny with a puzzled look and back at me.

  “We were talking to you, and you’re standing there drooling. Wipe your lip, baby girl,” he said.

  Bunny laughed.

  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I had been slobbering. I felt like an idiot, I must have zoned out for a few minutes.

  “Staring at you and slobbering. What do ya think of that, Bun?” Erik asked Bunny.

  “Shit Doc, she was just in another world. Probably thinking about falling down these slick ass steps,” he laughed.

  “I was looking at his tattoos,” I said.

  “He’s got more than me, huh Bun?” Erik asked as he stood up from his crouched position.

  “Last I knew, I’d say so,” he answered.

  “Hell baby, Bunny even has ‘em on his legs,” Erik said, pointing to Bunny’s legs.

  “Oh, wow, I didn’t know,” I said, looking at his jeans, wondering what he had on his legs.

  Erik walked to the utility room and left Bunny and I at the steps. He had his hand on his chin, and was looking up and down the steps.

  “I guess it gets right down to what you prefer, Sis. You want carpet on them? I can match the carpet upstairs pretty good. The wood will stay here in the entry, but not on the steps,” he said, pointing to the wooden floor we were standing on.

  “Carpet sounds fun,” I said.

  “Fun?” he laughed and shook his head.

  “Here we go, Bunny. Hell I can’t believe you came and didn’t bring a tape,” Erik said, holding a tape measure in his han
d.

  “Well, I was just in the neighborhood. Shit Doc, I rode the bike,” Bunny said apologetically.

  “Guess I didn’t realize you rode the sled. Here,” Erik said as he handed him the tape measure.

  “Go upstairs, Doc, hold it on the edge of the handrail,” Bunny said as he extended the tape measure up toward the top of the stairs.

  Erik went up the stairs and grabbed the end of the tape measure. Bunny pulled the other end to the floor.

  “Alright,” Bunny said.

  “So where did you learn to do this?” I asked.

  “My dad taught me, when I was a little kid,” Bunny said.

  “Oh, is it what he does?” I asked.

  “Did. Yeah, it’s what he did,” he responded.

  I stared at his tattoos. He twisted his arm around in a circle, showing me the rear of it. There was an anchor surrounded by a ribbon and a date with some initials. The date was 10 - 93.

  “He was killed in Somalia. Probably about the time you were born,” he said.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “Yeah, no changing it now, Sis,” he responded.

  I thought about Erik not having parents at all, and of Bunny not having a dad. I wondered how many of the guys that Erik rode with didn’t have fathers, and if it was part of the reason that they rode in the club. Maybe not having a father made them want to be in the club for the camaraderie, and that union filled the void that their father left.

  I was grateful that I had my father, and that he had always been there for me. Any time I needed him, he was always present. I imagined how hard it would be on me if my father had died, or if he wasn’t in my life. Now that Erik and I were together, I imagined that Erik would feel a loss too - if my father was gone.

  Erik came down the stairs and stepped between us.

  “So, know what you need?” Erik asked.

  “Yeah, if you know what you want,” Bunny answered, laughing.

  “Carpet?” Erik asked.

  “Yes, I want carpet, it’ll be fun,” I responded

  “Fun,” they both said at the same time.

  “Fun to walk on,” I corrected myself.

  “Carpet it is. When can you do it, Bun?” Erik asked.

  “Well, I need to do it pretty quick. I am out of about all other side work, and I have to get as much done as I can, just to survive,” he responded.

  “Oh. Well hell. Let’s get it done then, Bunny,” Erik said as Bunny handed him the tape measure back.

  “Sounds good, tell me when,” he said.

  “Okay. Well, this weekend. Next week, whatever,” Erik said.

  “I’ll start tomorrow,” Bunny said, “Be done by the end of the day.”

  “Damn, okay. How much?”

  “Five hundred. That’ll fix the porch handrail and get these stairs carpeted. I wouldn’t charge you that much, but hell, Doc. You know, I’ve had a hell of a time finding work. I’m broke as fuck,” he said.

  “Deal, I’ll have the cash here to pay you,” Erik said.

  “Sounds good. We’ll get carpet on ‘em. It’ll be fun.” Bunny laughed as he rubbed his head.

  “Fun,” I giggled.

  Erik and Bunny both turned to me and laughed.

  “I can’t wait till you get carpet on them, then I can run up and down them as fast as I want,” I said as I turned and smiled at Erik and then Bunny.

  “Doc’ll be right behind you, I suppose,” Bunny laughed.

  “Well, I better get. It was nice seeing you two. We’ll get carpet on these tomorrow, and you two can do whatever you do, with no worries about getting hurt,” Bunny said as he hugged Erik.

  “Alright Bun,” Erik said.

  “Give me one, Sis,” he said as he turned to hug me.

  I’ve never had so many hugs in my life as I have had since I met Erik and the club. I liked it a lot.

  “Gotta take care of my girl,” Erik said.

  “Take care of those that take care of us, Doc,” Bunny said.

  “Amen,” Erik said.

  Bunny walked to the door and opened it. He paused for a second. As he stepped through the door, it sounded like he spoke.

  Amen.

  ERIK. Loving Kelli was not a decision I consciously made. I had not in the past made a decision to do so, and I was not making one now. Loving Kelli was who I had become. My desire, contrary to what some may think, was to please her and make her proud to be by my side. The thought of ever having to be without her sickened me.

  Any consideration of being without her for moments, hours, a day, or any amount of extended period of time was difficult at best. When she was away from me, I yearned for her to return. Kelli had, to me, become my reason to exist.

  Entirely.

  My idle moments were filled with thoughts that included her. I told her when we met that I wanted to witness her exist.

  I like watching you walk. I like watching your mouth open and hearing the words form on your tongue. I want to know you. I don’t want to know you from having you text me your favorite color, your favorite restaurant, and your list of favorite songs; I want to know you from exposure. I want to witness you exist. I want to absorb you.

  The more I learned of who she was, the more grateful I was for her existence. This girl was, for me, perfect from the beginning.

  Bam.

  Bam.

  Clunkety clunk.

  Clunk.

  “God damn it, baby girl, what are you doing?” I screamed as she came down the stairs, dragging behind her what appeared to be a bed sheet full of rocks.

  She stopped half way down the stairs.

  She stood there, on the newly installed carpet, naked.

  “Uhhmm. Well. They’re all dirty and covered in mud. I’m going to wash them, the pillowcases, and wash the sheets - they’re covered in cum,” she said, smiling as if she were at a photo shoot.

  “What, Kelli? What’s all muddy?” I asked as I stood up, walked toward, and approached the stairs.

  “My Chuck’s. All of them. I’ve been exploring out by the river. Did you know there’s a river back there? And train tracks?” she asked from the middle of the rise of stairs.

  “Yes, I knew. Jesus, it sounded like you were dragging a dead body down the steps,” I laughed, now standing at the bottom of the steps.

  “Nope, no dead body. Not unless you stop fucking me,” she said as she started down the remaining steps.

  Clunk.

  Bam.

  Clunkety clunk.

  Bam.

  “Excuse me,” she said as she walked passed me, dragging the bed sheet full of pillow cases and shoes along the floor behind her naked body. As she walked passed, she bumped into me and turned toward the kitchen.

  I watched her leg muscles flex as she walked through the kitchen. Her grace was amazing when she walked. It was as if she had been trained to do so. Watching her made me want to just…

  Watch her.

  “You know what I like about living here?” she screamed from the laundry room.

  “What’s that?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

  “I like that I can just walk around naked. It’s fun,” she answered through the laundry room door.

  “Oh, I didn’t know you were coming in here, you scared me,” she said as I leaned in the doorway.

  She twisted the dial and pulled it out. The washing machine started running.

  I reached over her shoulders and gripped her neck in my hand. As I pulled her close, I leaned toward her and kissed her lips lightly. I continued to kiss her lips and chin, eventually moving my way down to her neck.

  As I kissed her neck, she moaned. With my left hand, I felt along the length of her back and onto her ass. I squeezed her butt cheek in my hands as I licked and kissed her collar bone.

  She continued to moan as I kissed her. I pressed her against the washing machine and moved my way to her breasts, sucking them lightly and kissing her now swollen nipples. As I squeezed her breasts with my left hand, I moved m
y mouth back to hers. Our lips touching lightly, I licked her upper lip with the tip of my tongue.

  Squeezing her neck in my hand, we continued to kiss.

  I closed my eyes and got lost in kissing her.

  The washing machine clicked.

  It started to shake as the cycle changed to spin.

  As it began to gain speed, it started to vibrate aggressively.

  And shake from side to side.

  “It’s not balanced, your load isn’t balanced. What all did you put in there?” I asked as I looked up and toward the top of the machine.

  “Chuck’s” she said, standing between the machine and I.

  “That’s it?” I asked as I leaned forward and opened the lid of the machine.

  “What in the fuck, baby girl? How many pairs are in there?” I asked.

  The machine looked like a rainbow of canvas and white rubber soles.

  “Eleven,” she responded as she tried to pull the lid closed.

  ‘They’re not balanced,” I said as I pushed the lid all the way open and released it from my grasp.

  The machine began to slow down. I nudged my way beside her and looked inside at the mess of shoes.

  She reached over the machine and slammed the lid closed.

  The washer began to gain speed and shake violently. She placed her hands on the machine and boosted herself onto it. She wiggled into place and sat there shaking as the machine gained speed. Her breasts jiggled up and down as the machine rotated her eleven pair of unbalanced canvas sneakers.

  I shook my head.

  Any man on this earth that thought for one moment that Kelli wasn’t absolutely the cutest woman on earth would be a damned fool. Her being submissive in no way, shape, or form made her weak. She was a strong woman, full of life, and was willing to take risks to get what she felt that she wanted. As she had become more comfortable with the fact that I wasn’t going to leave her, she had opened up.

  And I loved who she was.

  My baby girl.

  “That’s it,” I snarled in as angry of a tone as I could manage.

  I reached in her direction.

  “What?” she asked as she raised her eyebrows slowly.

  “You’re going to fuck up the machine. It’s brand new. Get down,” I demanded, trying to keep from smiling.

  “No,” she said, her breasts jiggling as the machine shook.

  “Get down. Now,” I demanded, my hands now on each side of her waist.