by Carly White
“His ex-girlfriend, the coach’s daughter, got pregnant and took care of it before he could actually say anything about it. She told him, dumped him and then left the school in the same day. He was devastated and started to get into trouble, drinking. I just don’t want you to get hurt trying to fix him.”
Denise’s words surprised her cousin. They were far more insightful than she would have given her credit for. It was clear that Denise had spent some time trying to fix him and it hadn’t worked out for her. Was Anai so much different than her? How would the outcome be any different than it had been for her? While Anai wanted to think that there was a connection, two broken souls that could find mending in each other, Anai started to wonder if it was just fanciful thinking on her part.
The two were quiet for a time and it gave Anai time to watch him in action. It was the first time she had been so swept up in the moment and the first time that Anai had seen Claus smile in such a way. He was enjoying himself and there was no two ways around it, he was gorgeous. When it came to half time and he took his helmet off and looked up at her, she wanted to be the one that could save him. Needed to be the one.
“I knew you had a thing for him cousin, just be careful.”
Anai couldn’t heed her warning. She did have a thing for him and even though he wasn’t her type, Claus was what she needed. She needed more touch and less talk, something that he seemed to be able to provide. She had not asked for her cousin’s permission, but she had gotten it anyways. She smiled back down at him and fought the urge to wave.
“Just be careful.”
Her words clanged around in Anai’s mind. She knew that she had to be careful, a man like Claus was dangerous and she didn’t want to get swept away in it.
Chapter 8
“You came.”
“I did. You played well.”
Claus wanted to kiss her, but she was keeping her distance. He looked back to see Denise kissing his friend. Jeff apparently had less problem with public displays of affection. “You want to get a drink?”
She nodded. “Yeah, they serve beer at the stands.”
“No I was hoping for a more intimate place. Do you have anything at your place?”
Anai paused for a moment. It was clear what he had in mind and even though her body wanted it, her mind was still not sure. The warning that she was given by Denise still rung in her ears and she wondered if she was on a fool’s errand thinking she could change his ways. She wanted to think that he was an enamored, but Anai couldn’t be sure. When he asked to go to her place, she didn’t know what to say.
“I mean, we can go somewhere else if you want to.”
“No, my place is fine. I drove here with Denise though.”
She wanted to see his reaction to her name, but there wasn’t any. “I’ve got my car out back.”
Anai agreed and could feel her body nervously trembling as she walked with him to his car. He had taken off most of his uniform, leaving only his shirt and tight pants underneath. Anai tried to ignore the way the fabric stretched on his thick, muscular thighs. After getting in, Anai worried herself with the scene outside of the window.
“You’re quiet this evening.”
“Yeah, just enjoying a little quiet after the game. It was good, but very loud.”
“It was the first time I had played a full game in a long time.”
“Why is that?”
“I didn’t have anything to be upset about.”
She was already tempering the beast in him, not evening knowing it, but Claus seen it for what it was. He finally wanted more than chaos again and it was because of her. He wanted to be worthy, good enough for her and he knew that him as he was, he was not. But to put that into words was beyond him. Looking over, he tried to fight back the feeling of need that he felt for her. They hadn’t kissed or touched and it was all he wanted to do. He wanted to feel her body against him and the more he tried to fight the desire, the harder it became to do so.
He moved his hand to her jean-clad knee and waited for a reaction. Her thigh felt small under his large palm and he gripped her as he moved slowly up her leg. Anai looked down at where he touched her and didn’t say anything in the way against it. Instead, she slid down further in her seat, moving his hand inches up her thigh. Her eyes closed as he moved higher, stopping just where she needed him. Claus was teasing her and himself, afraid that he would not be able to stop once he started. They were still minutes from her house and he was running out of control the closer they came. When she grabbed his hand and moved it to her core, the heat burned his hand. Claus pulled away like she was on fire and she kind of giggled.
“I didn’t take you for the shy type Claus.”
“Do you want to do this in a bed or right here on the side of the road?”
His intensity in his eyes silenced her and she turned away finally, moving her hand off of his as well. Anai would have done it right then and there, but she couldn’t get the words out. He took her silence as shyness, but it wasn’t so. She wanted what he had to offer, but she had never had a man look at her like that before.
“That’s what I thought.”
The ride back was quiet and there was a tension building with each block that they passed, getting closer to the time when they would be together. When the car finally stopped, Anai found her hands trembling slightly as she opened the door. Claus was out and waiting for her while she tried to get her hands on her keys. She tried to calm herself so that it wouldn’t be so obvious when she put the keys in the lock, but after a sound of frustration, he took the keys and did it himself. Claus waited only a second after she was inside to close and lock the door behind him. He didn’t want anyone to stop what needed to happen between them.
She looked back at him as she walked into the back bedroom and then into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and then started to undress. Claus followed her back and as she pulled her shirt off and then went to her jeans, he stopped her with his voice. “What are you doing?”
“Starting the shower for you. You are all hot and sweaty.”
Claus couldn’t be bothered as she peeled her jeans off her long legs and then unhooked her bra. She turned back around, showing off her creamy white skin to his eyes as she held her bra up to cover herself. His eyes darkened as she moved the material away and he was able to get a full view of her. He moved forward for a kiss, but she stopped him. “Not with your clothes on.”
Pulling her panties off and tossing them, Anai moved to the shower and shut the door to warm herself. She watched him struggle to pull off his clothes through the opaque shower door. He almost tripped and she had to stop a giggle that quickly died in her throat as he moved to open the door. In clear focus his body was much harder than she had anticipated. He looked nothing like Jeremy naked. Jeremy looked like a boy compared to Claus, who looked like a man.
Her hands went to his chest, bracing herself as he pulled her in for a kiss. There was no hiding anything and his hands were all over her, while his mouth ravaged her senses. Anai had lost whatever dominance or control that she had first thought to have once his lips touched her. She was lost with the feel of his hands on her hot flesh, his need pressing up against her stomach. He was ready for more and when his fingers pressed in between her nether lips and found her wetness more than the hot water washing over them, Claus picked her up as she grasped his neck to hold on. She was up and he was pressing against her before she realized what was happening.
“Open your eyes Anai.”
She did slowly as she felt his hardness prodding against her. His arms trembled slightly as he held her up and away from his body, his manhood ready to spear her at any second. When their eyes finally met, he let her go, gravity making her crash down on his full length. He was larger than she was used to and every inch seemed to be stretched to accommodate his wide girth. Anai clung to him, whispering his name in his ear as he stilled, throbbing deep.
Her eyes were closed once more and her legs were hooked as tight as
her arms. Claus didn’t seem to notice and just grabbed her hips and pulled her up to drive down again on his length. Each time he did that, her eyes clenched tighter, as well as her insides. Anai cried out, his name on her lips as he started to move faster inside of her. He leaned her back against the shower wall so that he could slide deeper, faster.
Anai came hard, her body suffocating his movement till he too was stopped in his tracks. Every squeeze of her insides, made him want more. When he felt the rush of fluid as she came around him, Claus was left to fill her with his own seed, the orgasm taking him by surprise. Pressing her shoulders down as his hips thrust upwards, Anai was panting and gasping, trying to take the sudden extra inch and the massive heat that poured and filled up every crevice.
Unlacing her arms and legs, Claus finally pulled free of her heated embrace with a groan. Anai sighed. His leaving sent fluid down her inner thighs and relief to her battered insides. “Oh my God Claus.”
He didn’t answer her, just turned her around and started to soap up her back, his hands moving to her front. Anai was in heaven, her eyes closed once more so that his every touch was intensified with less wasted senses. His thick fingers were slick on her skin and when he moved down to where she was the most sensitive the bubbles made the touch feel different. She was quickly gasping and moaning as he rubbed her slowly. When he moved away, her lips whimpered out her misgivings. “Please don’t stop.”
She felt his need slide between her legs and if she would have looked down, she would have seen it clear to the other side. “If I don’t, I will never want to.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
“It can be.”
Anai turned around and touched his face. The length between them slid back where it was before, the slipperiness of her frothy skin helping. He groaned and his dark eyes held her where she stood. “I’m not other girls Claus. I won’t do anything to hurt you. I couldn’t.”
He moved to kiss her lips softly, wanting to believe her. Anai wasn’t the same and it was half the reason he was so attracted to her. His heart felt safe in her hands. When she started to soap him up as he had her, his hand stopped her on his stomach. “I’m clean enough.”
The water was getting cold and he turned it off, pulling her out as they made their way to the adjoining bedroom. He threw her down onto the bed as she gasped. She had not been expecting the raw animalistic look in his eyes. He was claiming her and as he slid back in and demanded she look at him, Anai knew that she was already his. Her body exploded underneath him again and again, as the man’s stamina increased with the first one out of the way. It was her that begged for him to finish, to give her his need that finally pushed him over the edge.
When he pulled out of her, she was sore all over and just wanted to doze off. Claus pulled her receptive body to him and she sighed against his hard chest. “You know I am not very good at sharing Claus.”
He pulled her tighter to him. “Good, neither am I.”
“I see you have gotten your voice back. Am I to think that you have more energy now?”
His hand moved to tweak her nipple and she whimpered. “No, not that much energy. I won’t be able to walk if you keep up.”
“I don’t know why I like the sound of that so much.”
Claus bit her neck and she finally sat up to face him. He had that smile back on his face, the free abandon that he had had on the field. “So what happens to me when you become a big hockey star? Will I be one of your groupies?”
He shook his head and pulled her back down to him. “I only need one and as many fights as I get into, it will be good to have a lawyer on my side.
Banged
A Motorcycle Club Romance
By: Tia Parker
Chapter 1
“Kristy?”
The petite woman looked over at her coworker with a questioning look. “What?”
Maggie pointed behind her and when she looked, she saw one last customer. She groaned inwardly. The bank closed in two minutes and there was always that last person that made sure she wasn’t going to get out of there in time. Today it was a scruffy looking man in a leather jacket. He was covered in tattoos and though he was old enough to be her father, he was looking her up and down like she was a piece of meat being offered.
“Can I help you Sir?”
“I am looking to set up an account.”
Kristy shot a look to the blonde that was backing away towards the door. She wasn’t supposed to leave her alone, but there was no reason for both of them to miss the beginning of the concert. They were set to see their favorite band at the arena later on, but now Kristy was going to have to go through a process that never took less than twenty minutes.
“See you later. Call me when you are home.”
The abandoned bank teller wanted to stop her, but she couldn’t say what she really wanted to in front of a customer. Kristy had been warned before about her smart mouth and occasional bad words. “So let’s get you started Sir. I will need your identification and social security card.”
The older man handed her the cards after taking ten minutes to fish them out. Kristy was distracted with the clock ticking away. She was going to be late for the concert at that rate, but the man didn’t seem to know or care about the signals she was sending. Even the occasional sigh didn’t seem to do the trick.
Kristy was late getting back to her house and when she called Maggie, she was already there at the concert. Kristy was peeved that she hadn’t waited for her, though she couldn’t really blame her. The man had stayed for over a half an hour and had asked question after question about everything. His eyes had darted around the room the whole time they were talking. He even got up and used the bathroom, taking his time. But she didn’t realize any of it. All she was worried about was getting to see her band live.
She got to the concert as the preshow was coming to an end. While Kristy had wanted to see the new band, it was not who she was there to see. The smoke in the air was heavy as she moved to her seat and Kristy handed her a plastic cup of beer. She was almost forgiven and by the first song she couldn’t even remember what she was mad about to begin with.
The next morning she woke up with a bit of a hangover. She had a good night, but seven came too early and her head was pounding when she made it downstairs to start the coffee pot. Waiting next to it for the smell and the small bit of heat, Kristy didn’t move from the spot till the whole 8-cup had brewed and she had a hot cup to warm her hands on as she went back upstairs to start the shower.
She was always the first in to unlock the bank and that morning, the extra dollar an hour to do it didn’t seem worth it. Kristy was always the first in and the last out and that morning, she was really resenting the fact. Taking a couple of aspirins and cursing under her breath, she made it out into the crisp northern air. It was not the first time that she wondered why she lived in a place where the very air hurt her face.
***
“I didn’t see much of a security system. There are those little white panic buttons under the teller’s stand, so you are going to have to get her as she is coming in the building. The redhead is the one that opens in the morning and she is nice, so she will cooperate. Just keep her away from any of the desks. She has the code for the vault and it opens right forty five after eight like clockwork every day to fill the teller’s drawers.”
Zed just nodded his head and listened. The older man had drawn him a diagram of what was going on in the inside. Leroy had gone in there with his beard wild and the hopes were that he wouldn’t be recognized when the tapes were looked at later. Instead, he had gone into case the place and by the details, he was glad he had sent him in. Zed couldn’t think of anyone else that would be so aware of everything going on.
“Thanks Lee.”
“I will come with if you need anyone else.’
Zed shook his head. “You have done enough. Thank you.” While the man was always willing to do for the gang, there were times when it was better to let hi
m take a rest. He was in his late fifties and with a hard life behind him he wasn’t as spry on his feet as he had been once before. They couldn’t risk getting caught because the man’s hip came out of place again.
Leroy took it with grace, as he did everything else. He knew that he was getting to the point where Satan’s Angels wouldn’t need him anymore and he wasn’t quite ready to go out to pasture. He took the extra cash for the favor and decided that he was going to take it as a win and celebrate with a drink. He offered one to Zed but he declined. He needed to make sure that he was clear headed the next day. It was his plan and if it all went wrong, it would be his ass back in county lockup.
Zed had been planning the heist for several months and he thought he had the right bank, right people, right circumstances. But if he had learned anything before, Murphy’s Law was a real thing and if it could go wrong, it probably would. He also knew that the bigger the risk, the better the gain. Considering how much risk was involved, he was sure that there was going to have to be gains that were just as high. He just had to pull it off. Just one more time and the man told the gang they were going where it was warm permanently. He didn’t want to sell dime bags to junkies anymore. Zed wanted to do something bigger and there wasn’t much bigger than a bank.
He slept a little light that night, but Zed had a feeling that everything was going to work out. After a couple of hours of tossing and turning, there was a temptation to go find him a girl to make it through, but he couldn’t be bothered. Zed didn’t really care for any girls that he had been dating lately, so in the end it was all physical. While it would help him sleep better, getting them out of bed and quiet was more trouble than it was worth half of the time.
By morning he was not near as refreshed as he had hoped for. His stomach was in a knot, but he couldn’t show his true feelings to the small band of men that he had come to lead. The Satan’s Angels were started years before and now it was something else. Now they were bank robbers, but that day they had to look like just normal people. Zed felt strange without his vest on and even stranger with his tattoos covered with long sleeves. Everyone had shaved the night before. He was clean cut and didn’t look too bad as he admired the new look in the mirror.