Her Ride

by Rachael Orman

  “A couple months, more or less.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see.

  “Were you just going to ignore it forever? Have you talked to someone about it?”

  “I saw a doctor before I came home. They couldn’t find anything.” I lied again. I had seen a doctor, that much was true at least.

  “Well, you need to get a second opinion,” Ellis said, pulling back so that he could look into my eyes.

  “Fine. Okay. Once I get done with all my stuff in DC, I’ll come home and see another doctor for a second opinion, okay?” I tried to mollify him. Thankfully, he nodded and kissed the top of my head as he squeezed me tightly.

  “See, you could have just told me that from the start and I wouldn’t have had to go and get all biker on you.” Ellis let out a chuckle and he dropped his embrace.

  “So, is this what you do? Take people to the middle of nowhere and threaten to leave them there if they don’t tell you what you want to know?” I smiled and tried to change the subject to anything else, but as I looked around I realized for the first time how scary that actually would be. There weren’t any city lights that could be seen for miles in any direction.

  “Well, usually they get a good beating before they are left to find their way back if they don’t give us what we want.” Ellis shrugged.

  “What if they end up somewhere you don’t want them to? Like in the middle of the road where people might come across them? Or if they actually make it to help?” I asked, shocked that they’d just hope that someone doesn’t make it back.

  “You don’t want to know this.” Ellis shook his head and moved towards his bike again. “Let’s go.”

  “No, no. I want to know more,” I said, crossing my arms. “Tell me.”

  “They’d have their arms and legs broken so it makes it a whole lot harder to get anywhere at all, let alone far enough to be found by anyone. Broken fingers make it harder to remove the duct tape around their mouths. That’s if their arms and legs aren’t taped together. All depends on how much they actually give up. How much hope of surviving we want to let them have even though they have none.” Ellis looked up at the sky instead of at me. “That's all. I’m not talking about this anymore. You don’t need to know this and I don’t want you to think of this stuff when you look at me.”

  “Why not? I know you are only doing what you have to do to help protect the club and my brother. If anything, it makes you sexier to me. It’s not like you do it because you enjoy it or for the fun of it.” I closed the distance between us and threaded my fingers into his short hair at the nape of his neck. “Right?”

  “I can only say there was one time when I truly enjoyed doing it. And I won’t talk about that with you. I can’t.” Ellis lowered his head and closed his eyes. I knew he was talking about Jeremiah just by the flash I saw in his eyes. I didn’t know if he didn’t want to talk about it with me because he did it for me or because he was afraid of how I would react. It didn’t matter. I was kind of glad he’d enjoyed avenging me.

  “I don’t blame you or hold it against you.” The corners of my mouth tilted in a sad smile. In the short amount of time we’d been together he’d treated me better than Jeremiah ever had. "Take me back to the hotel so you can spank me for being naughty.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Ellis had us both on the bike in minutes, heading back the way we came.

  Once we made it back to the hotel, we quickly walked to the elevator, hand in hand. Ellis’ hands were all over me as soon as the elevator doors closed. His lips were on mine as he pressed me against the mirrored wall. Our tongues were doing a sensual, sexual dance to the soft music playing in the background, our bodies yearning and throbbing for each other in a way that couldn't be satisfied in the confined space of the elevator with only moments before the doors opened. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened on our floor, Ellis picked me up, wrapping my legs around his hips as he carried me down the hall towards our room; our lips never separating. Pulling the key card from the slot in the door, Ellis had my back slammed against the wall before the door had even closed. His hand slipped between our bodies, the rough callouses on his fingers brushing against my soft thighs before pushing aside the tiny cloth covering my pussy. Without hesitating, his fingers plunged into me, relishing the dampness already waiting for them. The intense pleasure that overcame me from no foreplay, yet rough play had me throwing my head back and a moan ripping from my lips.

  Ellis had his pants unzipped and his engorged cock out, before I even realized it. He was rubbing the blunt head of his erection against my wet pussy and clit, causing me to rock my hips against them, increasing the friction. My nails dug into his shoulder when he shoved into me, almost painfully deep. My body wasn’t ready to accept so much of him so quickly, but that didn't stop the pleasure from spiking in me. The tiny bit of pain was just what I needed and Ellis knew just how to deliver it when no one else had ever been able to find the perfect combination of pleasure and pain that I craved.

  With his arms wrapped around my legs, he stepped back from the door and started on the path towards the bedroom. Each step jarring him within me as he also pulled me up and let me sink back down on him with each step. Once we reached the bedroom, he leaned back against the wall so that it supported our weight as he unzipped my dress. Without the zipper to keep my dress held tight, it fell over my shoulders, exposing my breasts. I barely noticed as I was too busy trying to use my legs to climb Ellis and slide myself up and down his cock. It wasn’t an easy task, but I was determined to get the pleasure I needed from him.

  “Fuck, baby. Wait. Don’t you worry, I will fuck you just the way you need. We just have to get out of these clothes." Ellis groaned as he pulled his shirt over his head.

  “Fuck the clothes, just give it to me.” I moaned using my leg strength to slide up and down him a couple of times. Ellis actually laughed at my urgency, but he walked to the bed and laid me down while he was still inside me. As he slipped my dress over my head then dropped his slacks. I didn’t want to wait; I continued to use my legs to push and pull my body against him. Any friction was better than none. Once he was undressed, Ellis completely withdrew from my body.

  “Little sex kitten, since you couldn’t wait, you will be getting a spanking.” Instead of sitting on the bed like the last time he’d given me a true spanking, he pulled my hips forward until I was nearly off the bed, then flipped me over so I was bent over. Before I could fully adjust to the change in position, his large, heavy hand came down on my right ass cheek. My skin burned from the impact as pleasure surged through my pussy at the same time. Again his hand came down, this time on my left cheek, harder than the first time. He gently rubbed away the burn this time, making it not so intense, causing me to whimper. I wanted the burn, the ache, the pain. Instantly, he picked up on my desires and his palm met my right cheek again. I could feel the liquid seeping down my thighs, revealing how turned on I was from the pain and pleasure mixture only he could dose out.

  “Harder.” I whimpered without meaning too. I felt like I needed punishment for withholding from Ellis. In that moment, he gave me every part of himself while I continued to hide and keep parts of me from him.

  Again and again, Ellis’ palm met my ass. Over and over, I moaned and enjoyed it even as I tried to find some punishment from the strikes. No matter how hard I tried not to like them, it didn’t work. He was too receptive to what I needed to over step any boundaries or go too far. He kept the punishment just hard enough to satisfy my needs, yet not so hard as to cross that fine line.

  Eventually, he shifted so that he was standing behind me and his large erection slipped between my spread thighs. He groaned and his hands gripped my hips. “Fuck, your cum is dripping down your thighs!”

  “I told you I needed you. I need what only you can give me. Give it to me, Ellis. I want everything you can give me.” I hadn’t meant to say it all out loud, but the way the evening had gone so far, I needed something to remind me what was good in my life. This trip
wasn’t going the way I had planned at all and Ellis was starting to catch on when I wished he wasn’t so damn perceptive. Ellis reached between our bodies to redirect his cock with his hand, slowly sliding into me only to stop once he was fully seated within me.

  “Why can’t you say stuff like that when I’m not fucking you? I love you. I wish you would finally understand that. There is nothing that would make the way I feel about you change." Ellis groaned. His words were softly spoken. So soft, I don’t think he meant for me to hear them, but never-the-less, it hurt me deeply, a slash to my weak soul because I would never be able to give him everything that he desired. I could never be that woman. Hell, I wouldn’t even be in his life in a month.

  Trying to ignore what he’d said and my straying thoughts, I pushed my hips back against him as he thrust towards me even as I felt a traitorous tear slide down my cheek. I pressed my face to the bed, trying to hide the evidence of my overwhelming feelings as he continued to slowly slide in and out of me. He was whispering sweet words to me, but I didn’t hear any of them. I had convinced myself that Ellis would be so much better off without me and my complications in his life, hearing such touching words from the man I was developing feelings for nearly broke my heart.

  As if picking up on my inner turmoil, Ellis pulled from me and helped me lie back on the bed. He pulled me close, murmuring a good night to me before closing his eyes. Neither one of us got off that night, but we held each other tight, the unspoken words between us were slowly digging a trench dividing us. I laid awake much of the night since I couldn’t get my mind to shut off. I don’t think Ellis slept much either because he climbed from the bed before the sun was up to shower. When I got out of the bed moments after he exited the bathroom, he glanced at me and gave me a tired smile.

  “I don’t feel much like climbing today. What do you say we just get on our way?” Ellis had bags under his eyes, much like I was sure I had. I nodded, quickly showering before pulling on a pair of jeans and a tank top. Stuffing the clothes I’d worn the day before into my bag along with the dress Ellis had gotten me, I was ready to go when I exited the bathroom. Ending a call on his cell phone, Ellis turned to face me. “Your brother. He was just checking to see how things were going.”

  “And what did you tell him?” I held my breath while I waited for his answer.

  “That things were going fine and that we were getting back on the road. Even as mad as I am that you didn’t tell me you weren’t feeling well, I won't throw you under the fucking bus with your brother.” Ellis slid his phone into his jeans as he picked up his bag. “Let’s get going.”

  I followed without a word. I didn’t know what would make the situation better or worse, so silence was what I went with. I just wasn’t ready to share anything else with him. I didn’t want to poke the sleeping beast and have to deal with the reaction that was likely to follow.

  We got on our bikes to resume our cross country trek in silence. The peacefulness of being on my bike helped me forget about the night before, and helped calm my inner anxiety over all my secrets. When we pulled off the highway to get food hours later, I felt my shoulders tense again. I needed to find a way to put all this behind us, at least for the rest of the trip so we wouldn’t be spending it in the uncomfortable silence or equally awkward exchanges we’d had already.

  We both ordered burgers, which Ellis paid for before sitting down in a booth near a window. I looked down at my hands as he looked out the window. Leaning forward, I put my elbows on the table while resting my chin on my hands.

  “So, Ellis, tell me something.” I smiled when his eyes finally met mine. It was a sight I was happy to see. He wasn’t going to ignore me at least.

  “What do you want to know?” Ellis asked after a moment’s hesitation and running his hand through his hair.

  “Why do they call you Dirty? I’ve always wondered, but never knew for sure.” I heard our number called and Ellis got up to get the food. When he sat back down, he handed over my food, but I waited for his answer instead of digging in. He took a bite of his burger before realizing that I was still watching him, waiting for an answer.

  “You really want to know?” Ellis finished chewing his bite before taking another big bite when I nodded. I could tell he was stalling while he thought. Finally, he took a long drink of his soda and then crossed his fingers on the table. "It’s not all that exciting really. When I first started showing up around various biker bars and clubs, I was like 12 years old. I had no place else to go, I guess. My pops was always working or drinking. You didn’t want to be around Pops when he was drinking. Ma too; working or drinking or fucking someone right under Pops’ nose. I was this unwanted accident they didn't plan on or want. Hell, they barely thought about me. I doubt either of them cared what happened to me as long as I stayed out of their way. When I did get in their way, I got a slap, punch or kick as a reminder and lesson as to what they thought of me. Most days I had to fight to get food or money so I could buy anything I needed like shoes or clothes. That’s how I learned all my life lessons, at the end someone or another’s fist. Shit, I even learned that with my fists I could provide what no one else was willing to provide for me. When I first started running with the biker crowd, they took me under their wing, especially once they saw I was a kid with loser parents. They started calling me Dirty because we didn’t have running water at our house so I always showed up dirty everywhere I went. It was embarrassing at first, but now it’s just another name I answer to. I doubt my parents ever noticed when I stopped coming home. I’ve never gone back since either.”

  I sat there in shock for a full minute before I managed to speak. Pushing back the tears that threatened, I reached across the table to rest one of my smaller hands over his. “I’m so sorry. That’s not at all what I thought the reason was going to be.”

  “It’s fine. It’s a long time in the past. Just part of who I am.” Ellis shrugged. He pulled his hands from under mine and picked his burger back up. “Eat so we can get going. And don’t you tell anyone that story.”

  Well, so much for that being the conversation that made things better. I tucked my head down and quickly shoved the burger and fries down so we could get back on the road.

  The next time we stopped, it was for the night. We were in San Antonio, Texas. Yeehaw, right? I was so not a cowgirl, but I loved the in your face, we don’t care what you think attitude of Texans. That part I could get down with. I followed behind Ellis as he directed his bike to the hotel we’d be staying at. Parking the bikes, we both walked towards the hotel. The cute blonde behind the desk informed us that we were too early to check in for the night, so we had to find something to waste some time.

  “Well, where do you want to go?” I asked Ellis as we stepped out of the way in the hotel lobby.

  “Why are you asking me? I’ve never been here.” Ellis grumbled. I could tell he still wasn’t in the best of moods over everything, but I wasn’t going to let it deter me from getting back on his good side.

  “Isn’t the Alamo here? Let’s go see that. Surely that’ll waste enough time.” I didn’t have a huge interest in history, but it was something most American’s had heard at least a little about while in school, so why not see a piece of history while here. Pulling out my phone, I looked up directions; it was only a couple minutes away. Once I knew where we needed to go, I grabbed Ellis’ hand. “Come on.”

  I climbed on my own bike again since he was still stiff. Better, but not as warm and welcoming of my touch as he normally was. This time, it was his turn to follow me as I managed to remember the directions since there was only a couple turns to make. Parking my bike, I switched it off and slid my leg over the seat while staring at the building right in front of me. Ellis was next to me doing the same thing.

  “Huh. Not what I thought it was going to look like.” Ellis voiced, word for word, the thoughts that had been in my mind.

  “Right? It’s so small.” The building was much smaller than I had anticipated it being.
Not wasting a moment, I grabbed Ellis’ hand again, pulling him towards it. “Come on!” Once inside, we walked around taking it all in for nearly an hour until neither one of us could take anymore history then we headed back to the hotel. Thankfully, it was time to check in.

  After picking up our room keys, we headed up to our room to drop off our bags. As soon as my bag hit the ground, I jumped on Ellis, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He dropped his bag and quickly supported me with hands grabbing my ass. “Well, hello.” Ellis laughed.

  “We are going to go out and have fun. Forget all this crap that’s stretching out between us. I want my fun Ellis back. This trip was supposed to be fun and damn it, it will be.” I ran my hand through his hair and brushed my thumb across his bottom lip. “This is our time; don’t let anything else ruin it.”

  “I’m just worried….” Ellis started, but I cut him off with a hand over his mouth.

  “No. No more. I don’t want to hear it. Put it out of your head or I’ll just leave and make the trip myself. We will deal with it later; there is absolutely nothing we can do about it right now.” I moved my hand when he nodded his head once.

  “I swear you are the most irritating, headstrong, frustrating woman I’ve ever met. You never back down. It’s pointless to fight with you because you aren't going to let anyone else win.” Ellis shook his head before walking over and tossing me onto the bed where I bounced a couple of times. “It’s a good thing you are so damn sexy. Now move over, I’m gonna take a nap before we go out tonight. It’s gonna be a late night so you might want to take one too.”

  After we both got a couple hours of much needed sleep, we got up and showered. Ellis told me that we were going to be staying here a couple days, so we should probably get our clothes laundered by the hotel that way when we hit the road again, we’d have all clean clothes. We’d only brought a few outfits each since we had limited space.