Rough Riders
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright©2014 Alison Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Chapter 1
My girl is a pain in the ass, but she’s my pain in the ass. Whatever she does or doesn’t do, falls on me. I take full responsibility for her, because that’s who the fuck I am.
She’s young, just turned eighteen, I’m twenty-six, a little older but nothing to cry about. Though to hear her father tell it, I’m ready for the retirement home; but that’s for another time.
Right now I’m more concerned with the black eye my woman is sporting. Now I’m a rational motherfucker, everybody knows this, but for some reason, when it comes to Lydia, all fucking reason deserts me.
I’m holding onto calm by a thread, because I don’t want to scare the fuck out of the teenage girl that’s looking at me with tears in her eyes. Part of the reason for those tears is because she thinks I’m gonna be mad at her. If it weren’t for the black eye I would be, but seeing her hurt negated any and all angry reprimands, or ass whippings she had coming her way because of her disobedience.
I’ll just give her a good talking to after I’ve dealt with the fucker responsible. “Babe, I said I’ll take care of it, stop crying.” Along with everything else, my girl has perfect fucking timing.
Always, it’s when I’m either in the middle of some shit, or somewhere where it’s gonna take a minute to get to her. I think her little ass is trying to drive me crazy, but short of attaching her to my ass and hauling her around with me, there’s nothing I can do.
“But he took my new vest.” She sniffled into my chest as I held her closer and tried my best to calm her down. She was more worried about her new fox than she was about her eye, fucking women.
“Tell me again from the beginning.” I wiped her tears away with my fingers while she composed herself.
“Okay! I was walking back from window-shopping with the girls. I didn’t realize that so much time had passed and it was starting to get dark out.”
“Why were you walking by yourself, why didn’t they bring you back home?”
“Because they wanted to go somewhere else after and I knew you’d be mad if I wasn’t home before dark, so I told them I was fine to walk back alone. I didn’t think it was going to be that far, when you took me there it didn’t seem that far even though we were on the bike.”
“Okay, go on.” Of course it was at least a half an hour’s walk from the shopping district to my place, not a bad walk in daylight, but no woman should be walking by herself anywhere that time of night.
I was striving for patience and a peaceful end to the night, so I didn’t voice that opinion. My girl can be a bit stubborn about what she calls my caveman tendencies, if you know what I mean.
“So anyway, this guy comes up to me out of nowhere when I got to the block with all the old Victorian buildings, you know the ones I love so much.”
“Uh huh.”
“So he says ‘nice vest babe’; I thought he was just paying me a compliment. So I just smiled and kept walking. Then I realized after a few steps that he was following me real close, but before I could say anything he tried to pull it off of me, so I fought him.”
“You fought him!”
“Well yeah, I liked my vest, why should I just let him take it? Plus, I had the mace dad gave me a lifetime ago, but I didn’t have a chance to get to it, because he punched me in the eye really hard, and knocked me to the ground.”
“Then he kicked me in the stomach, took my vest and just left. He didn’t even run or anything.”
She seemed very affronted by that fact. “And you say he had a blonde ponytail and one of those black ringed glass earrings in his ear?”
“Yep!”
“Did he do anything else, say anything else to you?” She had to think for a minute before answering.
“No he didn’t say anything else, the pig.”
“Was he alone or were there others with him?”
“No, he was alone. Look at my eye, how am I supposed to go to prom with a black eye? Do you think it will be better in time?”
Not the fucking prom again, I don’t wanna hear about that shit again, ever. “The prom isn’t for a couple weeks yet babe, it should be fine.” She sniffed and burrowed back into my chest.
“Alright, I’ll be back.”
“Travis where are you going?” She grabbed my shirt trying to keep me there with her.
“To deal with this shit, when I get back we’re gonna talk about why you were wearing that shit when I wasn’t with you.”
“See, I knew you would be mad, I shouldn’t have told you.”
“Pretty hard to hide the black eye babe. Now let me go talk to my boys.”
I let my anger show for the first time when I left her to go give my boys their orders. They already knew that something was up, because of the way I’d left in the middle of negotiations with this other asshole who was sitting on a lot that I needed for my new nightclub.
The guy had been stringing me along for months, until I started squeezing him from other angles; now he wanted to talk. I was in the middle of those talks when I got the call.
It only took the sound of her crying to have me jumping up from the table and storming out of the meeting. Leaving Jarvis, no doubt wondering about my sudden departure.
By the time she’d given me the whole story, I’d been ready to kill a motherfucker, but first I needed to lay eyes on her, make sure she was really okay.
Now that I’d seen her with my eyes and taken care of her, I could turn to the business of putting a hurting on a motherfucker.
I gave my boys the rundown in a short precise fashion.
"I'm not even going to say one fucking word right now, you fucks know what you have to do so do it. Anything less than perfection is unacceptable and heads will roll, there will be motherfucking blood if you fuck this shit up. Mount up."
I watched as my crew climbed on their Harleys and revved up. Calling my girl over, I pulled her in close to me, after I looked at her face again, where that clueless motherfucker had smacked her in the eye.
I knew that fucking vest was gonna be trouble, I told her hardheaded ass not to wear that shit unless she was on the back of my bike, but she's a female, so she wanted to show off for her friends.
I understood that shit, but it still made things difficult. I already had the heat on my ass, on account of her father wasn't too happy about a twenty six year old man fucking his eighteen year old daughter; so he's been using his office as chief of the little rinky dink town next door to hassle me. What he doesn't know, is that I owned half the fucking department in my town, and who I didn't own wasn't worth owning.
"Stay inside Lydia, I'll be back before you know it." I kissed her bruised eye and patted her fine ass and thought that would be enough for now; who was I kidding?
"Tongue." She wrapped herself around me, being careful of the muffler. I tongue fucked her mouth, until we both needed air.
"Inside babe." I watched until she went back inside and turned on the security, before following my guys.
I knew exactly who the asshole was from her description. If it had been a kid, I'd probably have smacked him around a little and given him a talking to, but I knew Wayne Potter, and he was a sick fuck. I'm not sure if he knew she was my old lady or not, and at this point I gave less than a fuck. He put hands on mine, he cou
ld've been the fucking guy in the Vatican and he would still be going down.
It wasn't a small thing to fuck with my crew, everybody knows that, but my Lydia was new to Cedar Grove. She's only been living with me for a couple weeks. At first she'd been living at home and sneaking out to see me, but her father found out and gave her an ultimatum. I never gave her the chance to make a choice; I made it for her.
She told me that shit, and I was at his door two hours later with my truck to take her and her shit home with me. And the only reason it had taken me that long, is because I was in the middle of something when she called me crying.
He'd tried stepping to me in his driveway, but I'm no boy, so he stepped the fuck down. He was lucky I didn't knock his fucking teeth out for talking shit to her, but she'd begged me not to do anything to him. So I'd just simply told him she was mine to take. He didn't like that, but what could he do? She was of age, she wanted me; I wanted her, what the fuck!
Now he’s made it his life’s mission to fuck with me, and the only reason I haven’t ended his stupid ass is because it would hurt her. I need this new problem like I needed a hole in the head. I tried to calm myself as we headed into town; I couldn’t kill the fuck outright, not with all the other shit that was going down around me. But I’ll make sure he never fucks with me and mine again.
I saw him as soon as we got to the docks; that's where he hangs out like a fucking wharf rat. Wayne and I go way back. Our fathers had beef since before we were born. Wayne liked to pop shit off when we were younger, because I was more of the intellectual type, while my older brother Jimmy was the bruiser.
He could never get the jump on me though, because Timothy and Elaine Mallory didn't raise any pansy asses. I stayed stomping that ass all through junior high; until I discovered pussy and said fuck the fighting shit, my face was too important.
"The fuck you want Mallory?" Now he knows better than to spout off like that, but I guess he has to play the man for his boys.
I didn't answer him, just walked up and clocked him in his fucking face.
"What the fuck man?" He wiped the blood from his face and looked around at his guys, who had the good sense to stand the fuck down. They knew the deal, even though they may wish it were different. I run this fucking city, they're only here because of my largesse, piss me off and I'll scatter their asses to the wind. "Did you know she was mine?"
"Who man, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"The young girl you jacked this evening?"
His eyes widened as realization dawned on him.
"I can see from the look in your eyes that you didn't, that might've just saved your life. You're a lefty right Wayne?" Again I didn't wait for an answer, just took his arm and snapped it at the elbow. He squealed like the little bitch that he is and dropped to the ground.
"You owe my girl a fox, I'll expect the six grand it cost me by tomorrow this time."
I had to get home and tend to my woman, make sure she was really alright, and read her the riot act for disobeying me, but first I had to finish what I started. Just because I couldn’t kill the stupid fuck didn’t mean I was gonna let him off that easy.
Chapter 2
When I got back to the house she was already asleep. She had school in the morning, and although we lived together as a couple, I still made sure she took school seriously. No slacking the fuck off.
I know her father was just waiting for any excuse to say ‘I told you so’ and I wasn’t about to give the motherfucker the chance.
“Travis?”
“I’m right here baby, go back to sleep, it’s late.” She rolled over and got up to her knees giving me the once over before hopping out of bed.
She ran her hands over me, checking me over for bruises and shit. To sidetrack her I picked her up and held her high above my head.
“Don’t you dare Travis Mallory.” I grinned up at her stern expression; she’s so fucking adorable.
I like picking her up and tossing her in the air, making her squeal; she's a tiny little thing but full of fire.
"You didn't get hurt, you’re sure? Let me see."
"Nah babe he never touched me." I let her fuss over me for a while, since my knuckles were bruised.
After I'd fucked Wayne up, the brothers had torn apart his little spot and put the fear of the Almighty in his boys. I know he could be a vindictive shit who might think it was okay to hit back at me, but I was sending the message loud and clear, that if that should happen, he won't survive the showdown.
While the few brothers that were with me were handling that little task, the rest of my crew was busy burning down his father's luxury car dealership.
That was Wayne's baby; when he wasn't playing wanna be gangster like a fucking five year old, he was running his old man's car dealership, to which he was heir supreme.
That's why I'd told them not to fuck up, couldn't have that shit coming back on us. I owned half the city yes, but that didn't mean I could afford to be careless with something like this. I'm sure his family had a few pawns in their pockets as well.
"Stop fussing babe it's time for bed." She had my hands in a bowl of ice and was checking me over. I tested my knuckles for soreness and they seemed well enough.
“Look babe, they’re fine, I can still finger fuck you without needing the ICU.” I loved teasing the shit out of little Ms. Prim and proper.
She gave me one of her blushes that always made me grin. "So fucking sweet; fuck the bed I'll just do you right here."
I was careful with her, as I pulled her between my spread thighs, though I wanted to plunder as usual. But she'd been hurt, fucking attacked on my streets. The thought made me want to go break that fucker in half.
I kissed her softly, my hands caressing her back, my lips moving to her swollen eye, soothing her with soft licks of my tongue. My heart was pounding in my chest, just from holding her close, my dick already leaking in my unbuttoned jeans.
"Travis, come on." She pulled on my hair; she wanted me to take her fast and hard, but not tonight. Tonight I was going to go slow if it killed me. Standing up, I walked her backwards across the room. Turning her to face the wall I ran my hands up her bare legs until I reached her ass under my too big t-shirt that she wore for bed. Her skin was soft under my rough hands and when I reached her wetness I inhaled deep.
“Stay as you are.” I growled in her ear before kneeling behind her. I started by nibbling on her ass cheek, kissing the firm flesh, as my hands roamed at will. Taking her hips in my hands, I pulled her lower body away from the wall and had her pussy just where I needed it for my tongue to go to work.
I ran my nose around her pussy opening, before teasing her with my tongue. Her soft moans reached my ears, spurring me on. I used my tongue to torment her senses. I took turns fucking her deep with my tongue, and taking nibbles as I stroked my unruly cock.
I licked all around her sweet tight cunt, before dipping inside, where all the sweet pussy juice was waiting for me. I tried reaching her clit from my position, but it wasn’t that easy, so I used my fingers on her, while tongue fucking her. She came in my mouth and I swallowed before getting to my feet, still stroking my cock behind her. I eased into her slowly while running my hands over her body from her tits to her lower stomach.
“You feel so good baby, just right for me, only me.” She inched up on her toes as I went all the way in. She still has a little trouble taking me all the way in, even after all these months. But she still accepted me pain or not. I moved her hair away from her neck so that I could make love to her there. It was one of her sweet spots.
“You’re so soft baby, so sweet, can you feel me filling you, huh? You like having your man inside you?”
“Yes, oh…yes.” She pushed back, trying to get me to go faster; but I didn’t, I kept up a slow pace, stroking in and out of her, teasing her swollen clit, as I sucked the flesh of her neck, where I was sure to be leaving my mark.
Her hand reached back and grabbed my ass, as she tried once more
to get me to do her hard.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight babe, you’ve been hurt, you need tenderness right now.”
She settled down after that and let me take care of her, cumming on my cock a good four times, before I released inside her.
I cleaned her up and put her to bed, before heading into my office to make some calls. I had to make sure there was no backlash from tonight’s doings. Not that I was overly worried, but I’m not one for leaving loose ends hanging. My boy Lyon called me with a problem he was having just as I was about to pack it in for the night. When it rains it fucking pours, looks like he’s been having some troubles of his own.
Once I was assured that everything was set on my end, I went up to our room. I washed the day’s grime off of me and headed back to the bedroom.
My girl was asleep already, hugging my pillow. I stood over the bed looking down at her, so beautifully perfect. Not even the dark bruising around her eye could mar her perfection, though the sight of it made me regret letting that fuck live. I would never have imagined, that there would come a day when one woman could mean so fucking much to me. My heart literally jumps in my chest at the sight of her. And that piece a shit had hurt her.
“Travis?”
“I’m right here baby go back to sleep.” She rolled over and went back to sleep and I fell into bed, hauling her into my side.
I played my hand gently through her hair; as I listened to her breathe evenly in sleep. How could something so small, hold so much power? She absolutely consumed me; there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. And to think six months ago, I didn’t even know she existed.
I ran my hands over her, and satisfied that all was as it should be, I went to sleep.
Chapter 3
I woke up with a raging hard on. Turning to check on her, I saw again the evidence of her attack. Her eye was already changing color, but at least it wasn’t as swollen as it had been last night. It still pissed me the fuck off, and I wished I’d given that fuck a few more jabs.
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