Salvation
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She took out her phone. Staying out. See you after school tomorrow. Turning my phone off. Love you!
Merle groaned. “You’re gonna get me killed, girl. That tiny little mother of yours is going to strangle me to death.”
“Not my father?” she teased. “I thought that the father was supposed to be the one with the shotgun.”
“Nah,” Merle said. “The mother’s the one you’ve gotta watch out for. Promise you.”
He stretched as he spoke, and winced.
Megan reached out and touched him lightly on the shoulder. “You’ve got to be hurting,” she said.
He shrugged.
“You’re also… well. You’re pretty dirty,” she said.
He swiped a muddy finger over her nose.
“There. Now you’re dirty and pretty,” he said.
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious,” she said. “You’re, like, bleeding, and you’re completely caked with mud. You need to hop in the shower.”
He nodded.
Without any hint of self-consciousness, he started to strip off his clothing as he headed into the bathroom, tossing them all in the hamper by the sink.
Megan felt her mouth grow dry and her eyes grow wide as she stared at the lithe nakedness that was revealed to her.
She followed, blushing mightily, keeping her eyes on the ceiling as much as possible.
She wasn’t sure whether she was disappointed that he hadn’t turned around and shown her the rest of his body, or relieved.
He stepped into the shower and she sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, wanting to be nearby in case something happened.
“Would you like to join me?” he asked, breaking the quiet stillness with his voice.
Megan swallowed.
“Um, I think so,” she said.
He pulled the curtain back, hiding his body but showing his face, to grin at her.
“You don’t have to,” he said. “I’m all sweaty and gross anyways. Not exactly at my peak shape to sweep you off your feet.”
She rolled her eyes.
"I don't think you could ever be gross," she said. "You looked really good even when you were fighting with Bill. You looked, um, sexy."
He pushed the curtain closed again.
"You won't think I'm as sexy if I steal all the hot water," he said. "Want me to hurry up and get out, give you a turn?"
"What, are you saying that I'm gross?" Megan asked, trying to tease him the way he kept teasing her.
"Fine, fine. Don't shower. See if I care," he said.
Megan stood up, almost silently.
She wasn't sure if she was ready to do this, but the opportunity was wonderful and she... she wanted it. Did anything else really matter?
She slipped out of her clothing, leaving what she was wearing pooled on the floor.
Carefully, she padded over to the shower, completely naked.
She pulled the curtain back, still looking at his back, his powerful legs, his sculpted ass.
"Still okay if I join you?" she asked.
He nodded, working his fingers in his hair.
"Shampooing," he said, over his shoulder.
She saw that his eyes were squinted tightly shut against the shampoo, and she grinned. He looked so normal, so human, and a lot younger. Not the motorcycle-riding savior, not the badass fighter.
Megan relaxed.
This young man trying to keep soap out of his eyes was someone she could be with. This young man was someone she could be naked in front of.
He tilted his head back and forth, rinsing his hair out.
"There," he said, and turned around to face her.
Suddenly, she was confronted with the part of his body that she'd been avoiding, even though she was almost burning up with curiosity about it.
His cock was jutting forth from his groin, rampantly erect in a forest of dark hair.
It almost took Megan's breath away.
She blushed bright red and tried not to giggle.
"Down, boy," Merle said cheerfully, swatting at his cock, making it bob in the spray of water.
"Um," Megan began, "Do you want me to?" She reached out one hand, not exactly sure what she was offering to do, but knowing that she was, maybe, supposed to do something.
Merle shook his head.
"It's been a long day," he said. "If we're gonna do any of that, I want to do it right."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I want to make sure it's amazing for you, make sure that you cum at least ten times before I do."
Her eyebrows shot up almost to her hairline.
"Okay, maybe not ten times," he said, "I'm not that good. I just mean, if we're going to have sex, if we're going to even touch each other, I don't want to be selfish. I want to make sure I make it really, really good for you, and, honestly, I'm tired. My cock isn't, but I'm exhausted, and it doesn't know what it's talking about."
Megan reached a hand out anyways.
"I could help," she offered, more confidently. "I could touch you. Um. Jerk you off? Would you like that?"
"You're killing me," he said, grinning at her. "I'm trying to be all noble and sexy and patient, and you're just killing me, devil woman."
Megan grinned at him. She liked this silly version of him.
"Would you like that?" she repeated.
"Yeah," he said. "Of course I'd like that. Pretty much anything you want to do to my dick, I'm all for it."
She reached out and grasped the base of his shaft, hesitant again.
She'd never touched a cock before, but this one seemed pretty ready to be touched.
"It's, um, bigger than I expected," she said. "I mean, I've seen porn, but everyone says that porn stars are, like, crazy well-hung, that that's not normal."
"Are you calling me a freak? With your hand on my cock?" he asked.
"I guess I am," she said, sliding her hand experimentally down the length of him.
He groaned a little in pleasure, and she repeated the motion.
"It's really, really thick," she said. "Like a coke can. No way that that would..."
She trailed off, and Merle finished her thought.
"No way that that would fit inside you?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Okay, first off, it's not that thick. I mean, it's not as thick as a coke can. Not even close. Um. Do that again, please? Oh, god, yes."
She grinned at him.
"Second off, yes, I'm not exactly ashamed to say that my cock is bigger than average, but I know how to use it, and how not to use it. I'm not gonna just go jamming it inside you with no foreplay, that wouldn't be at all right."
Megan was setting up a faster and faster rhythm now, enjoying the way his skin felt velvety smooth under her fingers.
"Third of all, ahh, third of all, if it doesn't fit, that's okay, oh, fuck, there's lots of other stuff we can do," he said.
Megan was incredibly proud of making his breath catch and his thoughts scramble.
She briefly wondered if she should kneel down in front of him, try to put his cock in her mouth, but she wasn't sure how to do it, and she wasn't sure she was ready.
So, she kept stroking him until his eyes shut and he grunted, coming in her hands. Some of it managed to go as far as her hip, and she giggled.
She kept stroking until he gently took her hand off of his mostly-soft shaft.
"It's pretty sensitive," he said.
"I'm sorry!" she gasped. It was clear that he was trying to be polite, but she'd hurt him, or, at the very least, done it wrong.
Tears stung her eyes out of embarrassment.
"Thank you for that," Merle said, picking up a washcloth and gently wiping her thigh clean. "That was an unexpected delight."
"I'm sorry I did it wrong," she muttered, not looking at him.
He laughed.
"You didn't do it wrong. I've had bad handjob, and that wasn't one of them," he said.
"Bad how?" she asked.
"One girl grabbed my dick so hard I thought she was gonna rip it off," he said. "I felt like maybe I'd pissed her off, but, nope, that's how her ex-boyfriend had asked her to do it, so that's how she thought all guys like it. My dick was bruised for days."
Megan winced.
"That does not sound fun," she said.
"Yeah, not super interested in pain like that," Merle said. "I don't need that in my sex life."
Megan shrugged. "I mean, I wouldn't really know, but it doesn't sound fun."
"May I wash your back?" Merle asked.
Megan nodded, and felt Merle's hands on her. She shivered as he rubbed soap into her skin, using a washcloth and his bare, strong hands.
He was treating her as though she was made of the thinnest layer of glass, and she found that she liked it. She concentrated on the feeling of his skin against hers, on the warmth of the water.
Any time she remembered how he'd looked beating the other man, her eyes would fly open and her heart would race, so she was trying to simply think about the wonderful physical sensations.
She didn't want to think about the fight, about the branding, about the scared little girl in the other cabin, about how angry her parents would be, about school in the morning.
Unfortunately, Merle seemed to be reading her mind.
"Are you going to school tomorrow?" he asked.
She winced and shrugged.
“Hell, I’m not gonna make you, but you should probably go. You need to graduate.”
She groaned.
“I have no clue what I’m going to do,” she confessed.
He gently put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around.
“You’re going to graduate. You’re going to go to college. You’re going to graduate again. You’re smart, and you’re beautiful, and you’ll do fine,” he said.
Megan flung her arms around his neck and hugged him.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I’m going to keep doing what I do,” he said.
Megan wanted to ask him more. She wanted to press the issue, to ask for details, to demand an explanation…
but the water felt so good, and the day had been so long.
She finished her shower and led Merle to bed, sleeping naked, intertwined, intimate.
-----------------------------------------------
The strident buzz of the alarm cut through Megan’s dreams.
It wasn’t her alarm. It sounded like an old clock radio.
It was, in fact, an old clock radio. Merle snaked a hand out of the blankets and absentmindedly smacked it, before snuggling closer to Megan.
“Decided against school today?” he asked, breath hot and tempting against her neck.
Megan frowned. “No, why? What time is it? Oh, shit!”
“What?”
“I forgot to turn my phone back on, I must have missed my alarm, shit, shit, shit, help me find it,” she said, flinging the blankets off of their naked bodies.
Merle blinked and nodded.
They finally found her phone, kicked underneath the bed.
“Shit, shit, shit, turn on,” she said.
“You know, that’s not gonna make it go any faster, right?” Merle asked.
She glared at him and returned her attention to the screen.
“Oh, fuck, I forgot to text my parents back, fuck, fuck,” she said. “Shit, fuck, damn, I can’t believe this, I have so many texts.”
She winced and started scrolling through them.
“Shit, Megan, you okay?” Merle asked, catching her as she sat down with a thump, almost missing the bed.
Megan handed him the phone without a word.
“Shit,” he repeated. “Okay, c’mon,”
They got dressed and quickly left the premises. A knock on a different cabin door and five minutes of waiting brought Alex and Jackson with them - Alex, protesting and bleary-eyed, Jackson, alert and watchful - and they all piled into Alex’s car.
None of them really spoke. In the back seat, Alex dozed on Jackson’s shoulder.
Megan sat shotgun, alert, bright-eyed, trying not to cry. When Merle pulled onto her street, she knew that her fears were confirmed.
Her father had meant what he’d texted her the night before.
There was a tidy pile of boxes on the curb. The ones on the bottom, she saw as they pulled up, were damp with dew. They’d been out all night.
Megan almost got out of the car, but Merle put his hand on her thigh and shook her head.
They were still silent as Jackson and Alex loaded the trunk with the sad boxes of Megan’s stuff.
She wondered what they considered hers, what they gave her.
She tried not to cry.
“What do I do?” she whispered as the four of them pulled away.
Merle opened his mouth, shut it again, and shook his head.
“We’ll figure it out,” said Alex. “We’ll figure it out.”
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Also by Sarah Sorana:
Q: What made you decide to start the Night Horses MC?
A: After writing in the Black’s Raiders MC for a while, I really wanted the opportunity to explore a different type of club.
Q: Will the two clubs ever end up meeting?
A: They might! I have an idea for them to meet in the future, and to see the way the two young presidents (and their girlfriends) handle each other. There would definitely be a bit of a pissing contest.
Q: Can you tell us what’s coming up for Megan and Merle?
A: Of course not! That would be cheating. I will say that it broke my heart a little to stop where I did, because you’re about to find out something pretty big, but it was the best place to split the story for a while, and so I did what I had to do.
Oh, no, that just made it worse, didn’t it?
Q: Where do you write? What do you write on?
A: I actually work from home, like a lot of writers. I have an old wooden desk, and I work on my husband’s old gaming computer. He’s been a good sport about giving it up!
Sometimes, when I’m stuck, I take my laptop and go to a coffee shop. Really, very boring – isn’t that what everyone does?
Q: What is the best part of your day, other than writing?
A: Well, I have a baby, who was just a few months old when I started writing biker romances. Watching my kid grow and learn new skills is just amazing.
Q: Do you have any pets?
I have a terrible dog and a wonderful cat – or a wonderful dog and a terrible cat, depending on which of them annoyed me most recently.
Right now, they’re both okay.