“Oh, I-I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m so sorry. God, that was ridiculously impolite.”
I chuckle, “Nah, don’t sweat it, darlin’. It’s kinda cool, especially when I go in town during the summer and all the kids see me in shorts. They think I’m a damn transformer and come up to me. It’s the coolest thing ever.”
She smiles brightly, giggling a bit as she speaks. “I bet that’s adorable. I didn’t mean to seem like I was prying, though.”
“I mean it you know. Don’t worry about it. It’s easier if I tell you now versus waiting anyway.”
She looks off towards the door, “I wonder when Blackjack will be back.”
“He left?” I question.
“Yeah, he went to go get you some clothes so I wouldn’t have to see your junk swinging around. His words.” Alexa chuckles at the end, bringing her attention back to me.
I didn’t have any clue Blackjack was going to get clothes but I won’t bitch about it. I’m grateful to be getting some clothes. I can’t really make a first impression anyway in a towel. I probably look like a damn Roman in some sort of toga shit.
I place my ass on the desk and make myself comfortable when Alexa catches me off guard with a question. “So, how did you get involved in this type of life?”
“We playing twenty questions or somethin’?” I laugh, waiting for her response.
“Do you have a better idea on how we can pass the time? We’re two strangers stuck in a room together. You’re half naked. I’m in your clothes and your dick is hanging out from your towel.” I glance down at the last thing she’s said and see my head hanging out the bottom. I didn’t even realize I had spread my legs a bit when I sat down. It caused the towel to rise up a bit. Fuck.
“My bad. Usually you don’t get to see the goods until the third date. Lucky number three after all.”
“Oh please, you aren’t the type who could last one date without sinking your pecker in someone.”
“Wanna bet?” I challenge.
“As a matter of fact, I do. You look far too rugged frat-boy to ever not get what you want.”
“Who said I don’t get what I want? I love the chase, to savor working myself up to that point.”
“Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were gonna tell me you liked to get to know the chick.”
I shake my head, “No, only certain ones. Honestly, I haven’t found a woman I’ve wanted to take the time to know in a really long time.”
“Why’s that?” She asks. I have two choices right now. I could either lie to her face or be truthful. The truth hurts but lying would set us up on the wrong foot.
“‘Cause the woman I loved died and imagining spending my life with anyone but her is my own personal form of hell.”
“Wow. That’s deep.”
“It’s honest.” I reply.
“I can’t imagine being in that type of love.” She confesses, and it makes me curious on whether or not she’s ever been in love in the first place.
I stand up, gauging the seriousness our conversation is heading into. “I was lucky to experience it once. Honestly, I don’t think it’ll ever happen for me again. If it does, shit, I might be one of those men who get struck by lightning twice, defying odds and all that shit. What about you? What’s your story with the big ol’ l-word?”
Alexa laughs, “I don’t have much of a story. I’ve always put my heart in my work. Sure I had a few one-night stands but I found it was better and easier for me to take care of myself versus depending on a man to do it.”
Whoa. What she’s just said makes me want to show her what the right type of man can do for her. “Darlin’, you obviously haven’t had the right men in your life. Although, not all of them can be as blessed as others.” I add a wink on at the end for good measure.
“Bull, are you flirting with me?” She plays coy.
“If you have to ask I know why you’ve never been in a solid loving relationship.” I tease.
“Pfft! Okay. Enough about my lack of love life. I asked you a question and you didn’t answer me.”
Ah, yeah she’s right. She asked me how I got involved in the club. “After I came home and went through all my therapy learning to use these bad boys,” I point down to my prosthetics, “I was a bit lost. My Aunt Char raised me and was my support system. She was friends with our old VP. They were neighbors as kids and went to the same schools and all that. I think she saw me slipping into a place I didn’t want to go down and at that point she got me connected with Cracker. Hell, she begged my ass to go have lunch with him. I remember being so bitter about eating with some old guy I never even met before. I can honestly say it’s the best decision I ever made. All my life I had hated not having a real, typical family. It was just Aunt Char and I. But after I met Cracker I found more men like me, men who I could count on and who’d be there for me. I found a damn family in one of the most unexpected places.”
“All by having lunch with one old man.” She mutters in a low tone, smirking as she finishes speaking.
I nod, “Yep. It’s crazy how one conversation with a stranger can lead you on a completely different life path.”
Chapter Fifteen
When something bad happens you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
~ Unknown
Alexa/Lola
Blackjack came back at some point later in the evening. I ended up falling asleep on the firm mattress in the hotel room. One I’d usually complain about, however going from what I’d been dealing with to a hard mattress made me feel like I was sleeping in a five-star resort.
I woke up earlier than both men. Bull was sprawled across the other bed while Blackjack had his hood up on his jacket and fell asleep on the couch. I tried to make my way to the bathroom by myself but my legs gave out, causing me to tumble down onto the bathroom floor.
I thought I didn’t wake anyone up when I heard Bull’s ginormous feet shuffling over in my direction. He flipped the light switch on in the bathroom and chastised me for not having it on in the first place. I had to explain I didn’t want the light to wake anyone up and how I was intending to turn it on once I got the door closed.
He stood while I sat on the floor bickering for a good ten minutes until he asked me what I was trying to do. I don’t know why I was so irritated but I was. I hadn’t used a toilet in ages and found myself finally able to, only my body is still far too weak for me to be able to do things by myself. I hate needing to be reliant on others to assist me, but it seems I can’t escape the mere fate.
He helped me up onto the toilet and shut the door, leaving me alone for a few minutes. After I flushed the toilet I managed to get up, open the door and take a couple steps to the sink outside of the bathroom by myself. Although, Bull came right up behind me and held my hips so I wouldn’t waver to the left or right resulting in another fall.
I wipe my hands on the white towel hanging on the wall and look into his reflection in the mirror as he speaks. “This isn’t me sayin’ you stink or any of that, but do you wanna shower? I caught the way you looked back into the bathroom.”
I’d kill for a shower. Hell, even a bath. My skin is disgusting, filled with dirt and grime from all those weeks. “I’d love a bath. I just . . .” can’t do it by myself. I want to say it out loud but I’m not sure if I should. While I’m debating what to say Bull speaks again.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you.” He scoops his arm up under my knees and carries me back into the bathroom, sets me down on the toilet and turns the water on. I watch as he goes out to the sink, grabs a couple of towels and brings in the complimentary soap and shampoo. The bar of soap has an eggshell yellow color and while it would usually make me cringe, it doesn’t today. Whether or not that soap is three years old it’ll still help get all the nastiness off my body.
Bull shuts the door behind him and looks back to me. “If you don’t want my help once I get you in there I don’t have to. I’m not sure what you’re c
omfortable with and what you aren’t.” Something in his voice makes me feel like he genuinely cares, but maybe I’m seeing things that aren’t actually there. He and Blackjack are the first people to show me compassion for the last few weeks, so maybe I’m overly emotional and my head is tricking me.
“What do you mean?” I need for him to elaborate. I think I know what he’s saying, but until he lays it out on the line I won’t really know.
“I’m only saying if you need help, for someone to wash your back and get the places you can’t, I’m here. I imagine you really want a good bath before you get into the new clothes Blackjack brought for you.”
I nod. Hell yeah I want a good bath. “What the hell, you’ve already seen me naked once.”
My words give Bull the answer he needed and he goes over to check on the tub. Sticking his hand under the water I see him smile, “Not too hot, not too cold. I think you’ll be comfortable.”
“Great. Thank you.” I reply.
Bull grabs another bottle next to the soap and shampoo and pours some of the liquid into the water so it bubbles up. I didn’t even notice he had another bottle in his hand. While he’s turned away I unzip his coat and allow it to fall over my arms, and finally see what the heavy coolness on my chest was. He’s put his leather vest on me. I see it reads enforcer and has his name on it. “What’s an enforcer?” I question, causing him to turn back to me.
“Uh, it means I’m the guy who defends the club. If someone threatens us, or our families I’m the one who will enforce the club power.”
“So, you’re an ass kicker?”
He chuckles lightly, “I guess you could say that.”
Repeating what I did to his coat, I do the same to the vest allowing it to fall from my shoulders. However, for some reason Bull is quick to grab it from my shoulders, takes it from behind me and hangs it up on the hook by the door.
He then glances over my body, eyes staring a little longer than necessary. “See something you like?” I joke, causing him to redirect his attention back up to my eye.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize the extensiveness of your bruises until now. What the hell did they do to you?”
I chuckle lightly, careful not to laugh too hard. I don’t want my ribs to kill me again. “Well thanks for killing my distraction from the pain.”
“Ah, shit. I’m fuckin’ up all sorts of ways.” Bull mutters, taking a step toward me he slides his left arm under my legs and his right arm goes under my butt yet somehow supports my back. He bends down and puts me into the hot water. While it’s sweltering hot I moan at the heat going through my body and close my eye.
A clunk happens in the water in front of me and I feel a warm, wet cloth going from my neck down to my collar bone. He’s washing me off, allowing me to enjoy this moment. I sit with my eye closed, breathing in and out deeply as Bull continues to move the washcloth over my body. After he gets some of the dirt off he takes the bar of soap against my skin and rubs with his hand.
Neither of us say a word while he does this for me, and I won’t. I’m reveling in the feeling of grime being removed off my skin. It might sound stupid, but it almost feels as if I can breathe better, like the weight of the world is being taken from my shoulders.
Bull covers every inch of my body except two certain areas. He slowly goes under my breasts, inching up slowly but stops. I feel the pressure of his hand growing more intense so I open my eye, catching his on my own. “Do you want me to keep going?” He asks.
“If I didn’t I would’ve told you to stop.” I say, keeping my tone light and refreshing. Again, for some reason I feel this intense need to trust him. If he wanted to harm me, he would’ve already. It’s plain and simple.
Bull dips the washcloth in the hot water again, bringing it up over my right breast and rubs gently. I keep my eye trained on his and notice how he stares at my chest, treating me like a damn queen. He goes to the other and repeats the same process, then brings the soap with his alternate hand.
The sensation of the soap going over my breasts causes my nipples to perk up, enjoying the delicate touch a bit too much. Bull clears his throat, speaking in a husky tone. “I know for a fact you’re not cold, which only means one thing.”
Everything he’s told me about how certain men don’t know how to treat a woman’s body comes running to the forefront of my mind. Is it wrong of me to be sexually attracted to this handsome stranger? Or am I only turned on because of the torment and hell I went through? Am I craving some sort of release because of the stressful situations I’ve been through recently? To each question I have the same answer— I don’t know.
Maybe I’m wrong for doing this, but I don’t care. I take his hand and bring it lower. Slowly he skims it down the front of my stomach over my belly button until he’s right above my pussy. Bull inches his fingers down lower until I feel his strong fingers diving between my lips as the palm of his hand brushes against my clit.
Closing my eye again I feel heavy, heated breaths hitting my lips and open my eye, seeing Bull staring down at me. “I’m not the type of man who’s gentle, darlin’. I take what I want, when I fuckin’ want it and you’re tempting the damn beast right now.”
“I don’t need gentle, Bull. I’m not some virgin schoolgirl. I’m a woman and I’ve experienced it all. I’m just wondering about that third date rule you have.”
I feel as though Bull’s icy blue eyes stare deep into my soul as he speaks, “Fuck the third date rule. Fuck it.” He lifts me up from the water, grabs the towel sitting on the floor and carelessly throws it onto the back of the toilet bowl.
Bull turns me around, presses my breasts into the wall and sticks three fingers inside of me within one fell swoop. “Just as I thought. You’re wet enough. I’m gonna be blunt with you, darlin’. I’m gonna fuck you like you’re mine and I don’t slow down. You’ve seen my cock, so if you wanna back out now’s your one chance.”
I huff out a breath, aggravated beyond belief. “Shut the fuck up and slam your cock inside me. You said you knew how to use it, so use it.”
Bull removes his fingers from my pussy and I feel the pressure of his huge, mushroomed head against my entrance. He isn’t gentle as he forces his way inside me, but I don’t want him to be. Snaking his other hand around to the front his finger flutters over my clit relentlessly.
I have no choice but to position my hands in front of me because Bull is fucking me so roughly that I’m almost slamming into the wall every time he moves. He continues to roll his fingers and thumb over my clit, shooting warmth through my core. I see what he’s doing, playing my body like a damned violin. He wasn’t lying when he said he knew what to do earlier. I’m obviously firsthand learning of his sexual escapades and I’m not complaining.
My pussy tightens up as the warmth shoots through me and I know what’s coming. Only, I’m the one person who’s ever been able to make me come. Bull is the first man who’s brought me to this point. Thrashing my hips I moan out, not caring if Blackjack is asleep in the other room. Liquid gushes out of my pussy and Bull continues to fuck me, grunting heavily as he does. “You’re making it too fucking hard to keep my load under control, darlin’.” He hisses out, pulling his cock from my pussy.
All of a sudden I feel his hands go to my ass and pull my cheeks apart. No, he can’t be. Before I can even ask what’s going on I feel him shove his cock into my ass. Only, it feels like he’s shoving a baseball bat up there. I want to scream, but bite my lip instead, groaning silently. Never have I had a man fuck me anally, but there’s a first time for everything, right?
Bull puts the three fingers he had in my pussy earlier back inside me, thrusting his cock in harder than he was fucking me before. I never thought this was possible, but I feel the warmth rising again and before I can even prepare for it I’m gushing my essence all over his hand.
He chuckles sadistically in my ear, grunting as he speaks. “Fuck. Yes. Take my seed, Alexa. Take it into that sweet ass of yours.”
Chapte
r Sixteen
Choke them on the ashes of the dreams they burned
~Unknown
Bull
We left Wyoming an hour ago and it wasn’t an easy decision. Alexa kept telling us she didn’t need to stay there another day. Honestly, she was bitchin’ about staying there. I can’t say I blame her though, not with everything that happened to her. I’d sure as fuck want to get outta there too if the shoe was on the other foot.
Now we’re at some crappy gas station off I-90. Alexa’s been in the bathroom while Blackjack and I are standing ten feet or so away from the door. She’s doing a little better on her legs now, however she’s still weak. I’m betting it’ll take time for her to be able to build up strength in her muscles again.
“So, you gonna tell me what all that noise was this morning?” Blackjack asks, chuckling through his last few words.
I scoff, “Seems like I don’t have to tell you a damn thing. You already seem to know.”
“Blows my mind you screwed her.” He comments, shaking his head.
“Why does it? The woman’s wearing my cut. She has my protection and we all know what her wearing my rags really means, brother.” I shouldn’t have to gently remind Blackjack what I did. Both he, Zane and Fist saw it. Hell, Fist was basically preachin’ to me.
“Does she know yet?” Blackjack asks, cocking a brow. He’s trying to be a damn smartass right now.
“No. Not yet, but she will.” I assure him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
Blackjack chuckles beside me, bringing the cigarette to his lips. It seems he’s picked back up on his nasty old habit. With all the stress we’ve been under lately I can’t say I blame him. “I’ve seen a lot of brothers get their ol’ ladies in interesting ways, but you earned the cake on this one, Bull.”
“I saw a woman who needed to be covered up. She was helpless, and we should thank God she wasn’t in an even worse condition. From the first moment I saw her I knew I needed to protect her. As stupid as it might sound, it’s how I felt and how I still feel. She needs a man like me in her life. If I didn’t know it then I sure do know it now.” I state, hoping my friend will understand me a bit more now.
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