by Jessie Cooke
Maz stopped what he was doing just long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. All he had left on were the basketball shorts he’d been wearing…like Marissa, commando. The snake was slithering out the side and was taking on a life of his own as Maz leaned back down and began to suck and lick at her flat belly. He felt one of her hands slide down his chest and find the head of his cock poking out of one of the legs of his shorts. As soon as she touched him, he groaned and his body shook. She traced the tip of his cock with her fingers, and he could feel the pressure already building in his balls. He sat up straight and slid off his shorts before lifting her up and depositing her in his lap. When she reached down and wrapped both of her hands around his throbbing erection he expected her to guide him into her pussy. Instead, she slithered across his thighs, rubbing her wet pussy against him as she did and stroking his cock with both hands. She was looking into his eyes the entire time. “Fuck, baby, vous êtes si sexy,” he breathed out. She smiled and continued her body’s downward descent, ending up on her knees on the carpet between his legs. She pushed his knees apart and with both hands still around his cock, she opened her mouth and let the tip of it slide in between her wet lips. Maz groaned again and his eyes rolled back in his head.
She knew exactly what to do with that huge cock, like it was made just for her. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, running her tongue up and down the shaft as she did and still clutching onto him with both hands and moving them up and down. It was almost too much stimulation. His head was devoid of any blood and his vision was gray and fuzzy. What he was feeling from what she did to him was too much to allow him to feel or think about anything else. When he heard the pop of her lips as they let go of his cock, he braced himself for her sexy body back up in his lap where he could let the snake slither up inside of her and feel those velvet-smooth muscles massaging him.
But instead, she stayed on her knees and continued the sweet torture of her mouth and tongue, only lower. He felt her soft hand cup one of his testicles and lift it to her lips. She looked up at him as she opened them and slowly and softly sucked it into her mouth. He was moaning louder than he ever had before as she rolled it around in her mouth, against her tongue, coating it with her hot, wet saliva. When she released it, she smiled at him, and then blew on it, the way he had her nipples. She was going in for the other one, but that was as much as he could take. He grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up, sitting her back upright in his lap.
This time he took the snake in his own hand and led it to where he wanted it. She put her hands on his shoulders and used her knees to push herself up high enough for him to enter her and then to his amazement, despite everything he’d already seen her do, she impaled herself on it, all at once. They both cried out and he felt the pinch of her fingers as they dug into his shoulders. He gripped her hips just as tightly and slid her up and down his big cock, moving his own hips as he did. She was riding him like he was a bucking bronco, and her beautiful tits bounced against his face. He opened his mouth and caught one of them, nipping at it with his teeth. She let her head fall back and let out a raspy “Yes…Maz…yes!” He rolled it around in his mouth and continued to drive himself up into her, mercilessly.
Marissa wasn’t offering any complaints…just the opposite, as a matter of fact. She seemed to be pushing for more…she was fucking insatiable. When Maz was a teenager he’d had wild fantasies of sneaking a girl up to the attic and fucking her just like this…Marissa was blowing that fantasy out of the water. He’d never been able to imagine a girl like her and he couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was.
Her breaths started to get more ragged and she pulled her breast out of his mouth and leaned down and stuck her tongue into his mouth again. Her kisses were almost as erotic as everything else she was doing. She didn’t just kiss him…it was like she was trying to consume him. While her tongue was exploring, he felt her legs tighten up against his and his body began to buzz with electricity as it all went to his head. The sneaking around, the sounds of her moaning, the scent of her arousal, and the sheer ecstasy of how good it felt to be inside of her…it all accumulated deep in his core and he could feel his orgasm beginning to gain speed and momentum just as she reached up and grabbed his hair with both hands and nearly pulled it out at the roots while whimpering against his lips and rocking her pelvis into his. He felt the heat of her orgasm mingle with the already slippery, smoldering juices that covered his cock…and that put him over the edge.
He came before she was finished, holding onto her so tightly that he wouldn’t have been surprised if his fingers had slipped underneath her flesh. She rocked back and forth on him, whimpering and saying his name again and again until she was spent and then she let go of his hair and dropped her head down onto his shoulder. He slid his hands up her back, buried them in her silky hair, and held her like that, against his chest, in a relaxed, almost trance-like state for what seemed like hours.
Marissa was the first one to speak. She pulled her head up and smiled at him. Her eyes were still glazed from the orgasm that had rocked her entire body and into his. “You should get some rest. I heard you tell Sledge you had to take off at four in the morning.” Maz’s eyes went to the clock on the wall behind her head. It was already after midnight. He groaned at the thought of another day in the swamp.
“Will you be here when I get back?” he asked. She smiled and nodded again.
“As long as you like,” she said.
“Forev,” he whispered. It was one of those terms that didn’t need any translation.
23
“So what’s the deal with this guy?” Maz was repacking his backpack and Sledge was checking the fluids in the bikes. The sun wasn’t up yet, but Maz’s dad was. He was sitting on the porch, watching his son and drinking a cup of coffee that looked like oil.
“Well, I’ve never actually met him. The story I got from Wolf is that he was in the army, Special Forces. His specialty was getting in and out of places undetected. The only evidence he’d been there were the dead bodies he left behind. He would probably still be doing his thing in the army if he hadn’t gotten injured. There was an explosion on base; he was asleep when it happened. Now, he has a metal plate in his head. I guess he tried to get a ‘regular’ job when he got home but no one would hire him. He worked in construction before he went in and…well, you know, insurance and liability and all that after a head injury. Dax told Wolf that he just wandered up to the gates one day and asked if they had any work needed to be done on the ranch. Dax liked him and eventually he patched in. But…he doesn’t always take his meds and according to Dax, when he doesn’t, he can kind of go off the rails.”
“So, what’s he doing out here?”
“He grew up in Boston, but had family in Jefferson Parish, grandparents, I think. They’re dead now, but he knows the lay of the land out here and Dax said he talked a lot about coming back out here, especially when he was having a hard time with the PTSD. That’s what led Hunter to look for him out here. Hunter said that he has a cousin that lives in Lafayette. Cousin never saw him, but said a bunch of his stuff was just missing, the day after Jammer left Boston.”
“Stuff like?”
“Camping gear, hunting gear…”
“Killing gear?” his dad said. Maz and his father had a complicated relationship. His dad wasn’t happy when he left New Orleans and not happy Maz had joined an MC. It wasn’t that he had any moral issues with it, it was that he’d grown up with Blackheart and a few other Jokers, and he thought he knew what the club life was all about. In the last few years, Maz almost had him convinced that their club was mostly legit…so he wasn’t about to answer that question honestly.
“Hunting gear,” he repeated. He finished his packing and zipped up the bag. Standing up and slinging it over his arm he said, “We’ll see you tonight.”
His dad nodded. “Be safe, son.” Maz nodded and was halfway down the steps when his dad said, “I like her.”
Maz fel
t that tickle in his belly…the anxiety that had been brewing there since the second he began to suspect Rhonda was his mother. Marissa was asleep when he got up that morning. They’d been up late, making love one more time before finally going back downstairs and passing out. He’d kissed her softly and left her sleeping, but as he left the room he’d had that question on his mind again. What would happen to his relationship with her if that turned out to be true? He had been so worried about that, he hadn’t even begun to think about what his father and his maman might have to say about his desire to make the woman who abandoned him his mother-in-law someday. He sighed, wishing that he had time to sort it all out now, but Jammer had to come first. He forced a smile on his face, turned back toward his father, and said, “Good. I like her too. See ya tonight.”
Sledge was sliding on his gloves when Maz handed him his backpack. He slung it onto his back and said, “We going to check in with the cousin before we head out to the swamp?”
“Yeah,” Maz told him. “He said he’d be up early, so we’ll go there first. Blackheart texted me last night too. He wants us to stop by the clubhouse.”
Sledge didn’t look happy about that, but he didn’t say anything. They got on their bikes and headed out toward Lafayette. The cousin lived in a cabin about ten miles from where they’d rented the boat the day before. Maz spent the hour and a half it took them to get there trying to work out in his head what he’d say to Rhonda when he finally had a chance to confront her. The big question was, if she was his mother, would she admit it? If she was Ronnie Lane, she’d already lied to Marissa. She told her she couldn’t have children. Would she be willing to admit she lied to the daughter she loved, about the boy she didn’t want? It would be interesting, to put it mildly. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but if he wanted to have any kind of future with Marissa, they would need to confront it right off the bat and not have that question hanging over their heads.
Once they were in Lafayette, they spent another half an hour driving out in the country on long, dirty, winding roads. By the time Maz saw the old cabin, built on stilts so that the water of the bayou couldn’t drown it, he was covered in dust. The cabin looked like shit, but the view behind it was breathtaking. The trees looked like they were growing right out of the surface of the glassy lake. He knew from experience that the water probably wouldn’t even reach his knees if he stood in the center of it, but thanks to the moss and foliage that grew out of it, that was impossible to tell unless you stepped into it. In the early morning light it looked completely still, but at night it would come alive with the sights and sounds of the lightning bugs and mosquitoes, and all of the rest of the nocturnal beasts that made the bayou their home. He found a solid spot in front of the cabin, just to the right of an old pickup that looked more rust than metal, and Sledge pulled up next to him. They turned off their bikes, and looking up at the cabin Sledge said, “This job just keeps getting better.” Maz chuckled and before he got off his bike the door of the cabin opened and a young man came out.
As the guy came down the steps, Maz took the opportunity to study him. He was over six feet tall with sun-streaked blond hair that hung down to his shoulders. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts and his muscular biceps were covered with tattoos, all of them flags. There was an American flag in the background and on top of that were a Confederate flag and the Louisiana state flag.
“Maz?” the guy asked as his bare feet hit the dirt.
“Yeah, Curt?”
“Yep.” The guy had a thick Cajun accent. Sledge was going to love this.
“This is my buddy, Sledge.”
“Pleaze to meetchew.”
Sledge must be getting better at understanding them, and Maz. He hadn’t asked Maz to repeat himself in two days and to Curt he said, “Yeah, likewise.”
“Y’all wanna get down wit me?” That threw him. He looked at Maz with a horrified expression on his face. Maz couldn’t help but laugh. Curt looked confused. When Maz finally stopped laughing he said:
“He’s asking if we want to get off the bikes and go in the house.”
“Good fucking thing,” Sledge said. Maz laughed again and they followed the kid up the steps and into the cabin. It was small inside and slightly cramped, but clean. There was a woman sitting on the couch watching TV.
“Dis is my maman.”
The two men said hello and introduced themselves. Once they sat down she went to get them some tea and Maz said, “So, can you tell me what was missing that you thought your cousin Johnny might have taken?”
“I know fur sure he took it,” he said.
“I thought you didn’t see him.”
“Didn’t, but he left money and this.” The kid dug in his pocket and pulled out a metal pin. He handed it to Maz. It was a gold and black pin with a raised Army insignia and a Green Beret one as well. “Knows I collect ’em,” he said. Maz nodded and handed the pin back. “He took two rifles, two handguns…”
“Two handguns?”
“Yeah, he took the Ruger and the Nine.” The Nine was what was in his canvas bag that they found, which probably meant he still had the Ruger with him. “He took an old pup tent that belonged to my daddy…” Curt’s mother returned with the iced tea. The men took it, thanked her and once she was seated Curt went on. “He took some food, right, Maman?”
“Yes. I wish he would have woken me up. I had some fried chicken in the refrigerator. He just made some sandwiches and took some sweet tea in a bottle. He left me fifty dollars. It weren’t fifty dollars of food,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t know why he wouldn’t wake us up and say hello. He’s so much like his daddy.”
“Johnny’s dad shot himself,” Curt said. Maz and Sledge looked at each other. Dax must not know that because he didn’t mention it to Wolf. As far as Maz was concerned, it was a game changer.
“When was that?” Maz asked.
Curt looked at his mother. She looked like she was fighting back tears as she said, “Johnny was eighteen, he’d just graduated high school and he was getting ready to go to boot camp. His daddy was my little brother, Jamie. Jamie always had demons. He drank too much, always did, started drinking young. He cleaned it up for a while after he married Sasha, Johnny’s mama. She was the love of his life. They moved out to Boston and seemed like Jamie finally beat those demons…and then Sasha was out riding her bike one day and some drunk hit her. It destroyed my little brother. He didn’t know how to live without her. He fought it for two full years. I think he just wanted to make sure Johnny was gonna be able to take care of himself. After Johnny went off to boot camp, Jamie came back out here where he grew up, and ended it.”
“Where was he, when he did this?” Maz asked.
“Out in the swamp.”
“It was in one of those caves up there, I think,” Curt said. “Blackheart’s the one who came and told us they found him. Johnny came home for the funeral, he was weird…like all stoic and shit. We didn’t spend a lot of time together growing up, but when we did, he was always cool. But when he came home for the funeral he was…just different…barely said two words. Then, other than his little trip through here the other night, we ain’t seen him since.”
24
The Jokers clubhouse was as wild as it had been the first night they were there, but that was who they were, so Maz wasn’t surprised. This time they were taken straight to Blackheart and they caught him with his pants down, literally. He had a jester hat in his lap that was attached to a pretty girl with long blonde hair. Thankfully, all of that was covering the one part of Blackheart that Maz never wanted to see. He swiveled his chair toward the desk before the girl lifted her head. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth and when she smiled at them, it was on her teeth as well.
“Sorry,” Maz said. Blackheart waved his palm and said:
“Mallory will be around later, won’t ya, darlin’?”
“You bet ya,” she said, wiping her mouth and getting to her feet. She was wearing a bikini top
that matched the bold colors in the hat, and a black miniskirt. She bent down, and Blackheart kissed her on the cheek and then smacked her on the bottom as she turned to leave. She giggled and waved at Maz and Sledge before leaving the room. Maz waved back. If he lived to be a hundred, he’d never understand club girls. He supposed they just liked the sex and excitement of it all, but if they were looking to be old ladies, most of them were in for a big disappointment. Especially in Blackheart’s case. He was as old as Maz’s father and had never come close to anything remotely resembling a relationship with anything other than the Harley he’d had since he was sixteen.
Blackheart reached under the desk and tucked himself in. He saw Sledge staring at the eight-foot-long gator on the wall behind him. “Got him up toward the caves a while back. Biggest damned gator I’d ever seen. Would have liked to keep him alive and feed my enemies to him,” he said with a wink, “but he couldn’t distinguish between friends and enemies so I had him stuffed before I ended up like Captain Hook.” He and Maz laughed. Sledge chuckled but didn’t take his eyes off the gator until Blackheart said, “So, any sign of your lost biker?”
Maz told him about the canvas bag and Curt and what Jammer’s family told them about his father. Blackheart listened quietly with no expression and when Maz finished he said, “Fucking Johnny Bartlett. You didn’t tell me it was Johnny we were dealing with.”
“I know,” Maz said. “I realized as we were talking to Curt that this would have been a hell of a lot easier if I had.”
Blackheart shrugged. He was so laid back, about everything, you’d never imagine that he could snap a grown man in two with his bare hands. “We live and we learn,” he said. “Witch Ridge, that’s where you’ll find Johnny Bartlett. Maybe dead already.”