Other members of the Black Asphalt MC arrived later that night until it was a full-on party. Rock music blared and fires blazed. Men danced, splashing beer in the dirt and on themselves while their women writhed with erotic motion, their vests half-opened and their breasts well on their way to spilling out. This was what she expected of the gang, not the child friendly pitch Micah gave her earlier.
Now all she needed was for them to live up to the rest of their reputation.
Micah patted her on the shoulder. “Hey. Come on, I wanna show you something.” She left her beer in the dirt and stumbled over the log she'd been sitting on while Luke called out.
“Alright Micah, do it man, she already left a snail trail on your bike, finish the job!” Micah looked over his shoulder and gave the youngster a look that was both cheeky and caustic.
Rick smacked Luke upside the head. “Pipe down, kid. You haven't been here long enough to talk like that.”
Boulders and dry chaparral greeted the two as they trudged down the slope outside the encampment. “What are ya gonna show me?” she slurred, stumbling over dirt clods and pebbles. Micah kept her steady with one hand around her back.
“Nature. How many you think waste their lives, chasin' after that next big promotion, that next big house or trophy, livin' a life filled with the same gray faced, bleary eyed slaves when there's all this to see...” He extended his arm out as if throwing back a curtain and even in her stupor, Abbey admired the beauty thrown out before her.
Stars pitted the midnight blue sky like scattered diamonds and the gibbous moon poured silver on the arid desert floor. The pale light made the boulders and rocks look as if they had fallen from the moon itself while the barren ferns waved like skeletal fingers to the warm breeze.
“It's gorgeous out here...” she said and realized she had hugged herself to Micah's body more than she had intended. Micah didn't notice, or at least pretended not to. His eyes were trained on the sky and reflected the night like polished crystals.
Micah slowly turned away from the stars and back to her. “It's not so bad here either.” His voice, powerful and masculine and his eyes, piercing and bright, melted any last resistances from her body and soul. She clenched her thick thighs together and bit her lips in excitement.
He leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes stared into her own, reveling in the wide pools of amber. She felt their souls connect in their shared gaze, and for a moment there was only silence.
It was broken when his hands went up her smooth belly and cupped her heavy breasts through her shirt. She gasped and leaned into his groping palms, writhing to his touch. His fingers curled around the open neck of her shirt and pulled from the sides, sending a barrage of buttons shooting off down the middle.
Moonlight spilled on her skin and her soft breasts still framed in the burgundy borders of her bra. Micah kissed her graceful neck and moved down to the swells of her bosom, his lips hot and voracious. “Micah...” she moaned and pressed his face into her cleavage.
Micah pulled off his jacket and threw it near a boulder that overshadowed them both. His hands went back to her and ripped down her jeans, laying her down on his puffy jacket. Her wide hips wriggled out of the blue denim, followed by her creamy thighs, their color emphasized by the dark reds of her panties. She got out of her soaked undergarments in time before Micah straddled her.
From Abbey's current vantage point, Micah looked huge. God like, she thought as he passed through beams of moonlight. When his shirt came off, her womanhood twitched with primal delight. His bronzed and muscled chest stood out like a carved statue, illuminated in lines of silver from the night sky.
When he unfurled his weighty manhood, she cooed and instinctively jutted her hips up, eager to be penetrated. The whole day had been foreplay and she longed for deep primal satisfaction. She gasped when his iron hard cock pierced her folds, easing himself further in, deeper and deeper.
Her soft hands wrapped around his chiseled arms while his rough hands teased up her smooth and squirming belly, cupping her pale and ample breasts. His fingers sank into their softness while his cock rose and fell upon her slit like a hammer. He was as pent-up as her. With a grunt, he peeled back her bra and thumbed over her aroused nipples while her velvet soft inner walls clenched around his manhood.
His lips wrapped around one of her jiggling breasts and lashed her sensual flesh with his eager tongue. Her thick thighs flexed with slight muscularity from her training and spread wide apart, giving him more room to pound her in his crazed vigor. “Oh Micah... More” she moaned, the squelches of her gushing arousal pulsing in her ear alongside Micah's grunts.
Sheer ecstasy flooded her brain and ripped through Abbey's body as long denied pleasure ignited. She held Micah close and writhed underneath him, pressing her chest against his to feel the warmth flooding her core until she gasped--breathless. Micah's hands found the rump of her ass and squeezed, pulling her further onto him.
She convulsed and bucked underneath him, every part on her body sizzling and tingling with rampant pleasure. Micah snarled when Abbey tightened around him in one drawn-out squeeze. His whole body stiffened and his hands pinned her beneath his pulsing member.
Abbey trembled and moaned helplessly beneath him and grew muffled when his lips closed over hers. He's conquered me, she thought with pleasurable resignation. She writhed underneath him as rope after rope of his hot seed splashed against her ripe inner walls. Warmth bloomed in her belly as his load seeped past her love canal and into her depths.
Euphoria hummed through her body as she grew still while Micah thrust away, still caught in his release. The sensation of being pumped full of his seed left her content and relaxed. A delighted sigh floated from her lips when he left them and got on his side, entwining her body with his.
That was the second time that day he had given her the ride of her life.
***
The desert had grown cold during the night. Splotches of red spread across the horizon, bleeding into the blue early morning sky as the sun rose in the distance. Abbey heard voices, distant and ringing off rocks.
“Right now, it's a maybe. Depends on his attitude. We've got a reputation to maintain, after all.”
“You've still got two months, Micah.”
“Or you can just tell 'em to go fuck themselves and we'll be on our way.” That one sounded gravelly and full of phlegm. Was that Old Joe?
“That's a lot of money to walk away from...” said a voice just above a whisper, only audible because of the stone acoustics. Spider.
“It's not all about money.” Micah said sharply.
Another voice spoke but Abbey couldn't pick out whom it belong to. “Well boss, you have to admit... it kind of is this time. I mean we wouldn't even be talkin' with this guy out of the blue if it wasn't for what he's ponying up.”
“We'll talk about it later. Get everyone else up and I'll meet you boys at the station.”
She couldn't tell from what direction Micah was coming back and closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep.
“Hello beautiful.” he said. She placed him as behind her head, leaning on the boulder. “It's high time I send you back into the preserve. The wild's a dangerous place for a girl like you, all soft and pretty.”
Abbey opened her eyes slowly and smiled. “Danger is the only place for me.” More than you could possibly know.
Micah laughed. “I like that! But it's business time now and I've gotta take you back to your car.” She dressed quickly and the two made their way through the main encampment, still smoking and strewn with bottles from the partying.
“I hope your boys will clean all that up. It could rack up a pretty hefty fine.”
Micah took a seat and motioned for her to get on the bike. “What are you, a cop? Relax!” She giggled and took a seat behind him, dropping the topic in case he pried too close.
She held her arms around Micah as they sped down the highway. A satiated smile spread acros
s her lips when she rested her head against his shoulder. He had given her the night of her life and just a few bread crumbs that would make his conviction and her career. She wasn't sure if she should have felt righteous or two faced.
If putting Micah behind bars was good, why didn't she feel good? She wrestled the feeling down and focused on what the men back at the station would want to hear.
Maybe they should call me Spider...
***
Abbey went through Captain Mulder's office not long after entering the building. His place reeked of coffee stained carpet and the lingering odor of fast food. The air was as stuffy as she remembered. It was always stuffy, courtesy of the jammed window he never got around to fixing.
“Take a seat, Channing.”
Abbey did so and folded her hands, nervous of what was to come.
“Now normally, an officer's personal life is not the department's business.” His chair spun to face her. “According to our eyes on the street however, your personal business has become department business. I don't have to remind you that obstruction of justice as well aiding and abetting a drug kingpin comes with serious jail time.”
Her heart raced. Shit, he thinks I'm the reason they could never get any charges up on him. “It's not like that, sir. It was just that one night, I didn't even recognize him at first.”
He sighed. “Christ. You said... at first. What do you mean by that?”
“Well, he was pretty straightforward. I liked it and he didn't know what I did or who I was so I rolled with it. I figured I might be able to get some good leads if he had loose lips in between the sheets.”
He clapped his hands. “You think this will turn out like those old stories where only the rookies got the nuts to crack the case. Or the gash, in your case.”
That's all it ever boils down to with you people. Because I'm a woman. Abbey thought bitterly.
Mulder continued. "Maybe that's how we should handle all suspects. Ride them until they talk. Do continue.”
Abbey did her best to not look offended. “There's some kind of deal going on in two months. Possibly. It's not confirmed. I couldn't tell what they were trading, but it involves a lot of cash from a buyer they don't know.”
Mulder fell back in his seat and laid his face in his palm. “So? A suspected drug dealer is having an exchange somewhere with a new customer. Brilliant. You want a fuckin' medal for that? Channing... I've got fifteen upcoming drops and exchanges happening in Mesquite alone and my officers didn't have to fall on a dick to get me the names and locations.”
Just give me a chance, asshole. “I know I can find out more, sir. He trusts me.”
Mulder sighed and reclined back in his chair. “Yeah, go do your thing then. Just don't go native. You're a rising star and I hate to see you fuck it up. Not that you'd get the hammer in court or anything. Judge Vallis is a pussy, loses his balls when some doe eyed thing gives him a sob story, even when that sob story is the psychotic bitch drowning her kids.” He looked up from his hands and stared straight into Abbey's eyes. “Don't let that give you peace of mind though. Fuck this up, and you'll be lucky if you ever find work with another agency again.”
That's comforting. "Thank you, Captain. Will that be all?"
"That'll be all for now, Channing."
***
Over the next few days, Abbey cleaned her desk and buried any association she had with the department, even locking her gun in her car's glove compartment. By the time she showed up at the Red Brand bar, a hangout for the Black Asphalt bikers, even the police computers had been scrubbed of her employment. Only the captain and few others knew of the long arm of the law that lurked behind the girl with a sweet smile and a gentle spirit.
Luke hung out in front of the bar, sitting on his bike and chewing on sun seeds. “Whoa whoa, little lady!” He held up his hand for her to stop and then leaned his head forward. “Oh... Micah's girl. Back for another ride?” He punctuated his question by spitting out the shells, cracked and flecked with saliva.
Charming. “Yeah I just... the open sky, the engine, the bike... it was everything he said it'd be. I want more.”
Luke chuckled. “Well get in line, lady, you ain't the first he's shown a good time.” The remark was casual but hit her hard all the same.
She knew a man like Micah probably would have other conquests and she knew she had to take him down anyway, but Luke's words brought out feelings she never knew she had about the man. His allure was undeniable and yet what she felt was more powerful than the irresistible, animalistic pull to couple with him.
It was the ever present hunger to have the wild man in her life. A man as uncompromising and unbending to other men as he was to the law itself. Micah was a dying breed, one of the last renegades. And if she got him behind bars, what would she get? A pat on the back, an 'attagirl!' from the captain? A life filled with the same gray faced, bleary eyed slaves, the very men Micah spoke about the night he made love to her.
Domesticated men. Hideously safe men. I'm going to gain the trust of one of the world's last great men and betray him all so the cap can give some good numbers to the mayor, who can give some good numbers to the governor? No. The career. The promotion. The justice. What she stood to gain felt hollow against what she stood to lose, but Mulder was more than clear of what would happen if she followed her heart. God forgive me.
“Hey lady!” Luke snapped his fingers and brought her attention back to his face. “People come here to get baked, they do not arrive baked.”
She sighed and her eyes flared with impatience. “Can I go see him or what?”
Luke's wide grin and sharp chin made him look like some devilish jester. “Yeah, I'm just fuckin' with you. It's ladies night, entry's free.”
She stepped past him and gave a curt nod. “Thanks.” Inside, the bar was loud, bright and smoky. Bikers with golden stripes on their back laughed heartily as they knocked back shots and guzzled down iced beers. She saw many with their girls, scantily clad but still acceptable for walking out in public, grinding on their men. Hope Micah isn't with a stripper. That would be awkward.
She moved through the leather clad crowd, bumping and nudging and felt a few touches that were more than just a bump or nudge. A lingering graze on her ample bottom made her want to get out of the press as soon as possible.
Where the crowd parted was around the billiard table and there she saw Micah, cigarette in mouth, looming like a mountain over his stick as he hit a red ball across the green. Old Joe sat in a chair across from her and his cheeks rolled and clenched with chew. “Micah.” he said, his voice full of saliva, “She's here.”
“Well how about that. Most don't come back.” he said and aimed for another ball. “Most savor the memory and go back to their shit lives with their shit pay and their shit titles.” He hit the ball perfectly and she watched it roll in the hole. When she looked up, he was grinning ear to ear. “You're something different.”
She smirked. “You convinced me. I quit my job. I'm not a bank teller anymore.”
Micah and his men laughed while he leaned on his stick. “That's a shame. You would've been a shoo-in for robbing it.” More men laughed. “Kidding! We're not common criminals, are we boys?” They all bellowed no. “So what do you want?”
“You.” She walked up and kissed him on the lips, giving him tongue and wrapped her curvaceous body around him. The mounds of her breasts pushed up into high swells against his chest and sent the beginning pangs of excitement to her needy loins. When she pulled away she licked her lips and rested her hands against his chest. “Just take me with you, wherever you go. No matter what, I'll be there.”
“His cock made outta gold or something?” said one man in the back, followed by a few muted laughs.
Micah looked at her in silence and considered her like he did at the gas station. It made her feel tense and vulnerable. She wanted his approval and his heart. Her eyes drifted over to the knife-happy Pedro as he walked up behind Micah and rested his hand on his
shoulder.
“I'd say do it, boss. Sounds like one of those ride or die bitches and how often do those come along?” Sadness welled up in her chest though she hid it well. If only they knew.
Micah's smile brightened up the room and then he threw up his hands. “I don't see why not! Fuck it!” He grabbed handfuls of her plump ass and brought her against his groin, kissing her so hard her long simmering lusts went from embers to bright flames. Her whimpers and moans of pleasure were drowned out by the collective cheers.
He broke away from her lips and dragged her heaving and panting in desire through the smoke and into his office. The music and harsh laughter was dimmed behind the walls and when he slammed the door, she saw a feral hunger in his eyes that both frightened and excited her.
“Take your fucking pants off.” She did so and reclined back into his seat. “Whoa, no. You're riding me this time. Can't trust a girl who can't.” he said with a grin.
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