Fearless - A Big Girls & Bad Boys Romance

by Cameron, D. H.

  “Don’t you dare,” Jack warned me sternly. I don’t know why, but I needed to obey. I bore down and fought the urge and what a fight it was. Jack felt so damned good and I was so damned close. Jack banged away at me, the vicious impacts sending ripples through my abundant flesh. I wrapped my arms around Jack and dug my nails into his back. “Don’t do it, doll!” he warned me again. I needed to let go and simply explode but I did as ordered. I battled myself to do as Jack demanded of me.

  “I can’t,” I said, openly crying now. I was going to give in but Jack shook his head in warning. It was only seconds but it seemed like a lifetime as Jack drove towards a glorious finish that I knew I wouldn’t share. Then he climbed off me and grabbed himself, stroked his length and exploded all over me. I sobbed as I watched Jack enjoy a climax as I was denied my own release. I felt his orgasm cover me in its warmth. It was wondrous yet frustrating. Jack roared and then relaxed, his cock dripping. He surveyed his work as I sobbed.

  “That felt fucking amazing,” he teased. I frowned at him.

  “You son of a bit...,” I began to say but that’s all I got out. Jack sank his still hard cock into me and this time no warning came. I tried in vain to stop the inevitable but I lost the war rather quickly. I shrieked as the tension was released and thinking I’d be denied made it that much more satisfying. I writhed and screamed as Jack gave me what I needed, his hands digging into my hips as he thrust. I climaxed again and again as Jack relented and released me from my torment. Only one thought pierced the madness.

  “I love you, you fucker,” I cried out. Jack slowed and then stopped but the bliss echoed around inside of me still. I was shaking and gasping as Jack held me tight.

  “I love you too, doll,” was all the sexy biker said and that’s all he needed to say. I wrapped myself around him as we lay there attempting to recover. For a moment, only our heavy breathing betrayed the silence. The room was spinning and it sparkled when I opened my eyes.

  “That was pretty cool?” I finally said. Jack lifted his head.

  “Yeah?” he asked.

  “Yeah. So did you talk to Sarah?” I wondered. I had to ask.

  “No, why?” he replied. I explained what she had told me. I told Jack about what Kat had done to Sarah and the device she wore now. I told Jack she wasn’t allowed to orgasm and how much she claimed to need it. Jack looked a bit disturbed.

  “Really? That’s...that’s kind of...hot, actually,” he replied.

  “It is kind of kinky,” I agreed. I didn’t understand why Sarah would want to be denied for more than a little while. I was sure if Jack didn’t relent, I would have gone mad.

  “You’ve got some strange friends,” he said. I cocked an eyebrow.

  “You’re one to talk,” I replied. He chuckled.

  “You know, I’m an idiot. You almost gave up on me. I’m glad you didn’t. What was that you told me before? You weren’t scared or something,” he asked.

  “You told me that. So did Sarah. You said I was fearless,” I corrected him.

  “Oh yeah. I guess I should follow my own advice,” he told me.

  “You should. You ever doubt how I feel about you again, I’m going to slap one of those cages like Sarah’s on you,” I warned him.

  “Promise?” he asked.

  “Sick bastard,” I teased. Jack rolled over and I cuddled next to him. He was still wearing his jeans and boots. I was still in most of my clothes but the blouse was pretty much ruined and my panties had fallen off at some point. As was our custom, Jack began working at the clasps on my garter belt and then pulled a stocking off to clean me up. When he had most of his mess mopped up, he let me suck it from the stocking.

  “Mmm, I love doing that,” I said. Jack smiled and pulled me closer. I wanted to undress and be naked with Jack but I was too tired to move. We lay there in silence enjoying just being together but the silence was shattered when a knock came at the door.

  “What?” Jack complained.

  “Ignore whoever it is,” I told him. Jack seemed willing to do just that until another knock came.

  “Jack Anker, this is the police. We have a warrant,” came a muffled voice from outside. We looked at each other and frowned. Jack got up and zipped up his jeans and went to get the door. I quickly undressed and then grabbed a sleep shirt I’d left at Jack’s place and slipped it on. I followed Jack to the main room but he motioned for me to stay back. Jack opened the door slightly and peered out.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  “We’ve got a warrant to search your property, the Metro officer said. I came forward and pushed the door open.

  “Let me see it,” I demanded. The officer handed it to me. Another officer stood ten feet away, his hand on his sidearm. I read the warrant and it looked legitimate.

  “This is real. It gives them the authority to search your property inside and out as well as your vehicles and specifies firearms, money and drugs,” I told Jack summing it up.

  “I’ve got some guns but they’re all legal,” Jack said.

  “Don’t say anything else,” I warned him and then turned to the Metro Officer. “I’m his lawyer and we’ll allow the search but he won’t be answering any questions,” I told him. The officer nodded and then looked at us wondering what this biker was doing obviously sleeping with his lawyer. My hair was still in pigtails and my makeup was probably a mess. Thank God Jack hadn’t come on my face.

  “Come outside, please,” the officer said. I nodded to Jack and we did as asked. Ten minutes later, the officer emerged and shook his head. “Place is clean except for a few handguns like he said. Check the vehicles,” the officer said to his partner. “This will only take a minute,” he assured us. He was just doing his job and didn’t care one way or the other if they found anything or not.

  “What’s this all about?” I asked as we waited.

  “Not sure, councilor. Apparently Metro received an anonymous tip and we were ordered to execute a search warrant,” he told us. He didn’t seem threatening. The officers were just following orders but I couldn’t help but wonder who might have fingered Jack. After the other officer checked Jack’s truck, he went to inspect the bike. It was almost over and I began to relax until the officer pulled something from Jack’s saddlebag.

  “Holy shit!” he exclaimed and turned to show his partner a bag of cash and two blocks of some white substance wrapped in plastic and duct tape. I gasped and Jack began to speak but I shook my head and warned him to stay silent. The officer searching Jack’s bike tucked the cash under his arm. Then he pulled a knife, cut one of the blocks open and sampled it. “Heroine,” he told his partner. The metro officer next to us didn’t waste a second.

  “Step away, ma’am. Sir, you’re under arrest for possession of heroin,” he said and pulled cuffs from his utility belt. Jack looked about to resist but I intervened.

  “Jack, just go with them. I’ll have you out on bail before you know it. This is bullshit and we both know it,” I told him and then added, “And don’t answer any questions until I get to the Metro station.” He nodded but he wasn’t happy. Neither was I. The officer cuffed Jack and then led him to a second Metro cruiser that must’ve been parked out of sight as backup. The officer helped Jack duck into the car, closed the door and slapped the roof. The cruiser turned around and as I watched it drive away, I locked eyes with Jack until the car disappeared from sight.

  I felt sick as the situation hit me. I was scared for Jack, confused, saddened but most of all, I was angry. I knew those drugs weren’t his. Someone planted them there but who? I meant to find out. First, I’d free Jack, then I’d clear his name and finally, I was going to make sure the son of a bitch that set him up paid for it. Nobody fucked with my old man. Nobody!

  >>O<<

  Fearless - Act III

  “Vic! Where have you been?” I asked as my boss came into the office. Jack was there with me.

  “Lacey had other plans. Hey, Jack. Is it bring your biker boyfriend to work day?” Vi
c asked jokingly.

  “Vic,” Jack greeted him plainly. Vic must’ve seen my concern as he took a seat behind his desk.

  “What’s up?” he asked.

  “Jack was arrested this weekend,” I told him.

  “Arrested? For what?” Vic asked.

  “Drugs. Cops showed up at my place with a search warrant and found a brick of heroin in the saddle bag of my bike,” Jack told him. Vic’s eyes narrowed. He was an ex-con. He was wise to the ways of the world.

  “Who’d you piss off?” Vic asked. He knew it was a set up right away. Jack lived on the edge but he wasn’t a criminal.

  “Not sure. Why are you so sure I’m not dealing?” Jack asked him.

  “I know you, Jack. You’re trouble but not that kind of trouble. Besides, the fact they showed up with a warrant and found the drugs on your bike tells me you got framed. That’s too easy, too clean. Someone stashed the heroin in your saddle bag, easy enough to do, then called the cops. I’d be willing to bet some asshole in jail used you to make a deal with the District Attorney,” Vic said.

  “I’m glad you see it our way, Vic. Jack didn’t do it,” I told my boss.

  “Brandy, that’s why I’m so good. I’ll help you fix this. But they’ve got you dead to rights, Jack. We need to know who set you up. Someone must have a reason. Somebody you pissed off, someone you beat up, embarrassed, whatever,” Vic said. Jack turned and looked at me knowingly.

  “Not me, her,” Jack replied.

  “Huh?” Vic asked confused by that.

  “I kind of beat a guy up,” I admitted. Vic screwed up his face and then laughed.

  “I do like the new you, Brandy. So tell me what happened. We’ll get a private eye on it, figure out who he is, what his motives are,” Vic told me. I told him about the biker with the missing teeth that had insulted me. Jack punched him and bloodied his nose and we both thought that would be the end. We figured he was just a drunken biker shooting his mouth off, or so we thought.

  But that wasn’t the end. I told Vic how he cornered me outside of Hogs and Heifers. A popular biker bar in downtown Las Vegas, and meant to hurt me but I got the best of him, leaving him lying on the ground, crying like a bitch and holding his balls. But we encountered the biker a third time when he approached us and apologized claiming he was drunk and out of line. In retrospect, he was a bit too apologetic.

  “Sounds like he might be our man. But the cops found the heroin and that’s all they need to lock Jack up for a long time. Even if I plea it down, were looking at several years even with good behavior. Just knowing that dirt bag set you up isn’t enough. We need proof. We need to get him to admit what he did. We need him to clear Jack’s name. He’s not going to do that willingly because he’ll end up in prison more than likely,” Vic told us.

  “I can’t go to prison, Vic. I’m too pretty,” Jack said. I sighed. I didn’t find Jack’s humor funny. Vic, however, did. He laughed.

  “Yeah, you’re tough but some dude will be looking to make you his girl...,”Vic replied but I stopped him before he could finish.

  “Stop it! Jesus, you two. This isn’t funny,” I scolded them. Jack gave me a sideways glance.

  “Sorry, doll. You’re right,” Jack replied but I don’t think he fully meant it. I smiled at him and as I should have expected, he ruined the apology. “Besides, maybe I’ll get lucky and I can be the boy,” Jack said. I reached over and punched him as he and Vic laughed.

  “Ass!” I told him but I wasn’t really mad. I guess you couldn’t take this too seriously. If you did, you’d go nuts.

  “Sorry. So what do we do?” Jack replied as he rubbed his arm. He meant it this time.

  “I assume Brandy bailed you out so enjoy your freedom and don’t do anything stupid. Don’t get so much as a fix-it ticket, Jack. No matter what, Brandy and I will drag this out for as long as we can. In the meantime, I’ll get a guy I know to start investigating this guy and find out if he’s behind it,” Vic assured us.

  “Thanks, Vic,” I told him.

  “What’s this going to cost?” Jack wondered.

  “For now, nothing...well, Brandy won’t get a raise but other than that it’s the least I can do for my only employee. If this gets hairy then we’ll talk but if things go our way, you’ll never go to trial,” Vic told my old man.

  “Well, thanks. You too, doll,” Jack said to us.

  “Yeah, well it looks like you owe me. Since you seem so fond of prison sex, maybe you can be the girl tonight,” I told him. Vic laughed.

  “Damn, I do like the new Brandy,” Vic said. Jack looked a bit worried suddenly. “Be careful what you ask for, Jack. I speak from experience,” Vic added referring to his oversexed, ex-stripper wife, Lacey. Now Jack looked even more worried.

  “Maybe I shouldn’t have let her bail me out. I might’ve been safer in the joint,” Jack told my boss. I slugged Jack in the arm again but he was too busy laughing at his little joke to notice. I promised myself that I’d make him pay for that remark as I glared at Jack but couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

  >>O<<

  That evening after work, Jack came and picked me up to get dinner. Before that, however, I called Sarah and told her what had happened. She was happy Jack and I had made up until I told her what happened the next morning.

  “That’s horrible!” she exclaimed.

  “That’s an understatement,” I replied.

  “Is he out of jail?” Sarah asked.

  “Yeah, I bailed him out,” I told her. Sarah had become my best friend over the last couple of months. She helped me work through the initial fear of my feelings for Jack and then his issues after we invited his friend, Butch, to join us in bed. Despite the fact Sarah was a man that dressed up as a woman, she was the best girlfriend a girl could want.

  “So what are you going to do?” she prodded. I told her that Vic was working on it and then I told her about the prison sex jokes they were enjoying just a bit too much and how I thought it was a bit much. I understood the need to let off some steam but prison sex? “Well, that’s how men deal with stuff. I should know,” Sarah told me.

  “Yeah, I guess,” I replied.

  “You should totally wear a strap on to bed, tonight. That will teach him,” Sarah told me. Now I was laughing.

  “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.

  “No. It would teach him a lesson and you never know, maybe Jack likes that kind of thing,” Sarah said.

  “It would serve him right. Did you like it when Kat did that to you?” I asked curiously. Kat was part of Jack’s motorcycle club and a rather dominant lesbian that had taken a liking to my crossdressing best friend. Not only had Kat taken Sarah with a rather large strap on, she had caged Sarah’s penis too. Not my thing but Sarah seemed to enjoy it.

  “Did you like it with Jack and Butch?” she shot back.

  “Um, yeah!” I replied.

  “Well, so did I. Even if Jack doesn’t want to give up the booty, it’ll be funny. Honestly, I just want you to do it so I can hear about his reaction,” Sarah told me.

  “Oh, so this is all about you,” I replied.

  “Isn’t everything. I’m a diva,” she said and we both giggled. “Besides, the idea is kind of hot,” Sarah admitted.

  “I think you just have a crush on my old man, you slut,” I teased.

  “Oh, sister. You have no idea. I would not kick that man out of bed for eating crackers,” Sarah admitted.

  “Um...,” I began to say, unsure of how to respond but thankfully, I didn’t have too. A knock came at my door. “Oh, Jack’s here. I’ll think about what you said. Let’s get together this weekend,” I told Sarah.

  “Oh, OK. Have fun. Later,” she replied and hung up as I approached the door. I opened it to find Jack standing there.

  “Who was that?” he asked.

  “Oh, Sarah. I was telling her about what happened,” I replied.

  “And?” Jack wondered.

  “Oh, it devolved into silly girl talk,” I
told him fighting the urge to blush. I can’t believe she wanted me to do what she did. Sarah was a bad influence.

  “Girl talk?” Jack asked as I dashed over to my counter to get my purse.

  “Yeah, she’s a girl...most of the time,” I replied defensively. Jack greeted that with a raised eyebrow.

  “That’s not what I meant. I know she’s a girl. I was just curious what you and she talk about,” he corrected.

  “Oh, well...just stuff,” I said hoping he’d drop it and then looked away as I fiddled with the lock on my door so he couldn’t see how red my cheeks had become.

  “Stuff. Why do I think that it’s more than stuff?” he replied.

  “Whatever do you mean?” I replied innocently as I walked away towards the elevator. Jack laughed softly and followed.

  “Fine, don’t tell me,” he said. I was a bit relieved assuming Jack was going to drop it. I wasn’t ready to tell him Sarah had suggested I wear a strap on to bed. I should have known Jack wasn’t going to let it go, however. “I’ll get it out of you later,” he promised. The elevator doors opened and Jack led me inside wearing a satisfied smile. The worst part was I knew he was right.

  >>O<<

  Two hours later, I found myself on my back in bed stripped down to just my garter belt and espresso stockings. Jack had been kneeling between my legs for the better part of the last quarter hour eating me but I had yet to enjoy an orgasm. I was frustrated to say the least but I had no idea that Jack was denying me on purpose.

  “Oh my God! Do that some more,” I begged him and Jack did as I asked for a moment before changing things up. The insistent need died just enough to prevent me from climaxing. “Jack, I’m beginning to think you don’t want me to come,” I told him and I knew as soon as I said it that I was dead on. Mainly by the look in his eyes.

  “Oh, you want me to make you orgasm?” he taunted me. Son of a bitch!

  “No shit, Sherlock,” I replied sharply. He smirked at me.

  “Well then, I guess you better tell me what you and Sarah talked about,” he replied. I sighed and rolled my eyes.