“And weren’t you saying you wanted him to move out?” He continued his torture.
“Ummm,” I hummed, my brain not comprehending the words that I wished to speak.
“What better way than to have loud, wall-banging sex?” He murmured between licks.
My answer was to pant out a moan.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “What has got into you?”
He sucked my clit into his mouth and my eyes crossed.
See, I wasn’t very used to oral sex.
The two sexual partners I’d had over my twenty-eight years of life had never been able to use their lips like that.
And his beard trailing on the inside of my thighs, brushing over my sensitive lips, was really doing it for me.
Everything seemed heightened as he circled my clit with that talented tongue.
“You smell good,” he growled. “And the answer to what’s gotten into me, is you. You’ve gotten into me. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your laugh. Your smell. Your taste. Your sense of humor. The way your eyes light up when you experience pleasure. Fucking everything about you has gotten into me, burrowed deep under my skin and won’t let me go.”
My head dropped to the bed as his whispered words washed over my body.
My pussy clenched on air as I moaned into the quilt.
“You better hurry,” I whispered. “I would hate to have to ride on your bike sated with you still hard as a rock.”
He chuckled darkly against my clit.
“Oh, I’ll hurry,” he promised, getting up to the bed behind me and unbuckling his belt.
Something hard hit the bed, but my mind was too focused on the way his belt slapped against the inside of my thigh.
The cool metal of his belt buckle trailing along my backside.
Then I felt the warm, blunt tip of his dick pressing against my folds, running up the length, and I lost the ability to focus.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “My cock is already coated in your juices. The tip is glistening with you.”
I moaned, causing him to chuckle again.
A door banged from somewhere in the house and Apple decided to stop taking his time.
Meaning, when he lined himself up at my entrance, he slammed inside without further ado.
“God yes,” I moaned, clenching my fingers in the quilt.
He growled.
My wood framed bed creaked with each thrust, but I couldn’t find it in me to care with Apple’s cock filling me up so full that I could barely breathe.
“Oh, god,” I whispered breathlessly. “I’m already close.”
“Come,” he ordered. “Don’t wait for me. I’ll follow you.”
I took him at his word, my eyes slamming shut as he pounded inside of me.
I let my hand sneak between my open thighs to find my clit, slowly circling it with one finger to give me that last little push that I needed.
“Fuck me,” Apple ground out gruffly. “I can feel your pussy trying to swallow me whole.”
I wasn’t aware what my vagina was doing to his cock at that moment in time because my orgasm took hold of me, pulling me down into the depths of pleasure so deep and hard that I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.
One second, I was urging it forward, and the next it’d grabbed a hold of me.
Vaguely, I heard Apple curse as his thrusts became erratic.
Wet splashes of come shot from the tip of his cock, bathing my insides in his essence.
My eyes slammed shut as stars burst behind my lids, completely taking over my vision.
And I heard the slam of a door, closer this time, and my brother said. “Do you have your clothes on yet? And where the fuck is Apple?”
I quietly laughed as Apple pulled himself out of me, leaving me feeling bereft as he did.
“Jesus, it’s dripping,” I whispered frantically.
Apple grabbed my pillow and ripped the pillowcase off, shoving it between my legs to catch his release that started to leak from my entrance.
“Thanks,” I muttered dryly. “That’s exactly what I wanted all over my pillow.”
He shrugged unrepentantly and shoved his still wet cock back into his pants.
“I’m going out the window. Hurry up,” he ordered.
“But my pants!” I gasped before he could leave.
He stopped and looked at me expectantly.
I smiled and wiped myself clean with the pillowcase, tossing it into the hamper by the door.
Once clean enough, I yanked my pants and underwear back into place and hurried to him, tripping on my shoe laces as I did.
He caught me before I could test out the padding in the carpet and righted me.
Then buttoned my pants, effectively cutting off my air supply.
“Thanks,” I wheezed.
He winked as he walked over and opened the window without another word.
I sat on the bed and tied my shoes as I heard the front door open and my brother say, “Where the fuck have you been?”
I didn’t hear Apple’s reply.
I decided to hurry, though, just in case.
Grabbing my purse and my bag, I ran out the door of my bedroom.
Upon seeing me, Ridley gathered his wallet, keys and gun and started across the room.
“Was it decided where we are stopping to eat yet?” Ridley asked as he pushed out the door. “I’m hungry,” he explained. “Kitt, lock the door.”
I rolled my eyes, but pulled my keys out of my purse and locked the door, even though my brother could’ve done it just as easily as I could.
“The last I heard was that we were meeting at the interstate and then going to find something after that,” Apple said as he offered me his hand.
I took it and walked down the porch steps, tossing my bag to Ridley as I went.
He let it fall to the ground, and I lost sight of him as I rolled my eyes toward the sky as I asked God for a brother who wasn’t such a shithead in my next life.
When I finally looked forward, it was to find my small bag with the minimal clothes I was allowed to bring sitting next to Ridley’s bike. The moment we got close enough, Ridley picked it up and launched it at Apple.
“Told her to pack light, but this is likely as good as it’s going to get. Let me know if you can’t fit it all, and I’ll shove some in mine,” Ridley offered.
I stuck my tongue out at him, but it was lost on him since he couldn’t see it.
It wouldn’t be light yet for another hour, and I was actually kind of happy for that.
I was nervous as hell, and my face likely showed it.
I need time to chill out before he saw me fully in the light of day.
“Sounds good,” Apple replied.
I waited nervously beside the bike and watched as Apple shoved my bag into the saddle bag, nervously biting my fingernail as I watched his ass in the near darkness.
I offered him my purse next, and my pills shook as he took it from me.
I could almost feel the caress of his gaze as he looked at me questioningly.
Yes, I had to take meds.
A lot of them.
Well, not a lot. Just two, but I had to take them frequently throughout the day.
I had partial complex seizures, and they were mostly controlled through the meds that I took morning, noon, and night. And I’d thrown in my multivitamins as well as some ibuprofen just in case.
Luckily he didn’t reply, and I was thankful—thankful that I’d get a reprieve in telling him about my episodes.
Once he’d gotten my purse into the bags, he got onto the bike and offered me his hand.
I took it, my smooth palm fitting easily into his rough one.
His hands were callused, and I thought maybe a scar covered his hand, but I wasn’t sure.
My fingers grasped his tightly as I mounted the bike behind him, suddenly extremely nervous.
“You got her a h
elmet, right?” Ridley broke in, drawing my attention.
“Yeah,” Apple rumbled. “Here.”
I took the helmet from him.
It was plain black, and I smiled.
I was happy he didn’t buy me anything girly.
I didn’t do pink or purple.
Black was my color, and I would probably self-destruct if I had to put anything sparkly or pink on.
“Thanks,” I murmured softly.
I pushed it onto my head, grimacing when my hair was pushed down.
“Damn,” I muttered.
“What?” Apple asked.
“I curled it. It’s gonna look like shit once we get where we’re going,” I groaned.
He laughed then.
I felt the rumble of it through to my core.
“Scoot closer,” he ordered.
I did, moving until I was plastered to his back.
He didn’t have to ask me twice.
I couldn’t wait to feel his skin under me again.
“Wrap your arms around my belly,” he instructed.
I did, bringing them to rest just under his ribcage and linking my fingers.
He chuckled, which made his belly contract.
“You don’t have to do it so formally, darlin’,” he informed me. “Just put it right here.”
He moved my hands down until they were resting against his belly.
And I felt the imprint of his gun, the metal one, not the flesh one.
I hadn’t realized that he conceal carried.
But I guess he was a game warden and all. No man I’d ever seen would willingly trudge in after armed hunters without one.
I knew my brother carried everywhere he went since it was not against the law for a Licensed Enforcement Officer to carry concealed, but it’d never occurred to me that Apple would.
“Ready?” He rumbled, patting the outside of my thigh, jarring me out of the contemplation of his gun.
“Yes,” I squeezed him tighter.
I couldn’t contain the excitement in my voice.
Honestly, Ridley was freaked way the hell out about taking me out on his bike.
What if I fell? What if I had a seizure, and he didn’t know until I was on the ground eating pavement? What if some girl thought I was his woman?
Okay, that last part wasn’t likely to happen.
Ridley was still caught up in his love for his wife and, honestly, I couldn’t blame him.
His wife, Aerie, had been a good woman.
And I missed her dearly.
But my hurt was nothing compared to what Ridley felt.
Apple started his bike, bringing me back to the present time and out of Ridley’s nightmares, with a sharp jolt.
Apple obviously thought he’d scared me with the loudness of his engine, but honestly, that was nothing new to me.
I was around bikes a lot, even though I never rode on them. I’d even ridden on his bike to his house on our first date. Though, I did have to admit it was only about forty seconds there, and forty seconds back.
I let him have his illusions, though, and tightened my hold on his belly.
It was uncomfortable with his gun there, so I lowered my hands until they were resting on his lap, leaning so far forward that I practically lay against him.
When he didn’t protest, I stayed where I was and squealed slightly when he started off.
He laughed and motored in the direction of the interstate.
I looked to the back of me only once to see Ridley, and he lifted his hand in acknowledgement.
I blew him a kiss, one in which I knew he could see due to the headlight shining in my eyes.
I could practically feel the eye roll he sent my way.
Turning back around, I pressed myself closer to Apple and settled in to enjoy my ride.
In fact, I enjoyed it for a long time…until I didn’t.
I hadn’t realized that riding for such long periods of time would make me feel so sore, but by the time we’d stopped for the last time at a hotel about six hours from Arizona, I was near exhausted.
In fact, I was definitely at the stage of ‘never wanting to get on that bike again.’
Annie, Mig’s wife, looked over at me in commiseration as I finally put both feet on the ground for the first time in hours.
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked, rubbing her sore backside.
I laughed shortly.
“You could say that,” I said as I walked bowlegged, completely ignoring the fact that I had a bag and a purse in Apple’s saddle bags.
As much as I enjoyed being pressed up against him for the whole day, I decided that the next time we went out together, I’d make sure it was a shorter ride than twelve hours.
“Where are you going?” Ridley called as I continued past the front door of the hotel we were staying at.
“On a walk to work out some of my stiffness,” I said, but most of the explanation was lost on the wind.
I didn’t bother to repeat myself, though.
Instead, I kept walking until I hit the back of the building, stopping when I saw a super pool on steroids.
It was beautiful, too.
It was about the size of a public pool that most would find in their communities, such as the one we had in Kilgore.
This one, though, wasn’t a boring square one like the one we had at home.
No, this one was exotic or something, that’s all I could think to say about it.
Maybe one that’d be found in the middle of Hawaii.
It had a beach entry from the back of the building that led into a lagoon colored pool which fanned out on the sides.
At the far back wall was a massive cliff made of rocks the size of a small car, and a young woman with a bikini—about the size of a doll’s—jumped off the cliff into the pool.
Her man, or who I assumed was her man, sat at the edge of the pool with a beer in his hand, talking on his phone.
Wasn’t he worried about it falling in, or getting accidentally splashed?
And why wasn’t he playing with his girlfriend instead of talking on his phone?
Seemed to me that people were too busy playing or talking on their phones instead of enjoying the life that was passing them by.
“Wow!” Annie gasped from behind me. “This is awesome!”
I nodded in agreement.
“Wish I’d have brought my suit,” I said bemusedly.
“I have one you can borrow,” Lenore, Griffin’s old lady, said.
I turned to her, eyed her petite frame, and immediately shook my head.
“Honey,” I said softly. “You’re beautiful, but your suit would never fit my ass.”
She laughed.
“Well, I have bottoms you can wear,” Annie said. “And I know my sister brought extra.”
“Brought extra what?” Tasha, another member’s old lady, asked as she, too, joined the group.
She crowded in between me and the building, though, putting her extremely close to me.
I couldn’t back up, or I’d risk backing into one of them, so I chose to stay there.
I wasn’t used to having this kind of a conversation.
I had friends, of course, but none of them really did anything with me outside of school or work.
These ladies were obviously very friendly with each other, and I’d longed to be a part of their group for a long time now.
However, now that I was here with them, I wasn’t sure what to do or say.
“Let Kitt borrow one of your tops,” she ordered, touching Tasha’s boob.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I only brought one.”
“What?” Annie asked in surprise. “Why?”
Tasha’s lip curled up.
“Because my man thought I didn’t need more than one,” she said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Well then, you can wear one of my bottoms, and one of Lenore�
�s tops!” Annie clapped. “Problem solved.”
So that was how I ended up in a pool with all the women.
The men were all still in their jeans, boots, t-shirts, and leather cuts.
They were crowded around a table with beers in their hands or on the table.
All except Apple.
He didn’t have anything.
And his eyes were on me.
Or my boobs.
I couldn’t really tell.
I blushed and turned my head back to Alison, Peek’s wife, and smiled.
“Yeah, I think I like him,” I admitted.
Alison grinned and brought her margarita up to her mouth to take a long sip.
“Thought so,” she winked conspiringly. “He suits you.”
I grimaced.
“I might actually have a chance with him, for once,” I told her. “My brother’s a real shithead with people that he deems as ‘outsiders’,” I explained.
“Alison, what are you doing?” Peek yelled out.
Alison turned to survey her husband, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Swimming, why?” She called back.
Peek’s eyebrow rose.
“Is that right?” He asked. “Come ‘ere.”
I loved Peek’s accent.
It was absolutely intoxicating to listen to him speak in that Irish accent of his.
I just bet it sounded sexy as hell to hear him whispering dirty things in her ear while they were having sex, which was why I completely missed the fact that my brother had stripped down to swim trunks somewhere in between my ogling another woman’s man, and then.
“Cannon ball!” Ridley screamed.
I was instantly drenched, even my hair that I’d hadn’t planned on getting wet.
“You fucker!” I hissed at my brother, launching myself at him.
Ridley was a fast cocksucker, though.
He got away from me before I could even reach out and touch him.
One second he was next to me, and the next he was all the way across the pool.
I narrowed my eyes, then did the only thing that I knew would get him over there.
I let the tears loose.
See, I had a gift.
One that had served me well over the last twenty-six and a half years.
I let my lip quiver, followed quickly by a lone tear.
I also held my arm across my chest, pulling it in tight and crossing my other arm over it to make it look like he’d hurt me when he’d done it.
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