by AJ Downey
The feel of his hands as they glide down my body sets up a shiver. He reaches the hem of my shirt and lifts it slowly. I watch his eyes as he pulls it over my head and drops it on the floor. He grabs my bra and pulls it down to make my breasts pop out and stand for attention. He winks at me and moves to take a nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue is heaven. He nips and bites just enough to send shocks straight to my core. I lift his shirt but he isn’t helping me to get it off him. My patience is running out. I want to feel his skin on mine. I want to be wrapped in his arms with the feeling of being wanted and cherished. I shove him gently off me and hear a pop from his mouth. I grab the button on my jeans and kick my boots off quickly. He does the same.
With our clothes gone he grabs my neck and smashes his mouth to mine. His kiss is rough. Invasive. Thrilling. Everything he is, it’s in the kiss. I feel his hands roaming my body. I hold on knowing he will pleasure me in ways only he can. Slowly I feel him bend and lift me in his strong arms. I’m not a petite girl. I have curves. Being held by him makes me feel sexy and tiny. He lays me on the bed and his weight holds me in place.
I melt into the bed and relax all my muscles. I want to just feel. Maybe it’s selfish but I lay there and enjoy the attention my body has been craving. His mouth trails kisses down my neck and chest. His hands grab onto my back and bring me closer. A fire is building in my belly and I need the release. I wiggle to get him where I want him and hear him grunt. His arm lays across my hips and pins me. He is taking his time. Drawing out the pleasure. No one can ever say Jax is a selfish lover.
My legs fall open as his mouth touches my hip bone. Little nips and bites are covering me. I’ll have marks for days. I don’t mind. Every time I see them they will remind me of what we do. Of the love we show to each other.
Jerking my hips up to meet his mouth gets me a pop on the thigh. I can’t hold back the moan as he latches on to my clit. He sucks hard and deep. His fingers probe until he finds me soaking wet and enters. Curving his fingers until he finds that sweet spot. I can’t hold back. I have no time to warn him. With one more lick I explode. He chuckles and looks me in the eye. “You want more?”
I couldn’t answer with words if I had to. I just nod. His smile sets my heart beating fast. “Turn over, ass up.” I quickly do as I’m told. I love the feel of him wrapped around me. His hands travel from my leg up into my hair. Bunching it in his hand, he pulls. My back arches and I feel his cock probing me. Without any warning he slams into me. The burn from the stretch makes me gasp. His long slow stroke turns it into a moan. He takes his time. Slow and deep to draw out our pleasure. I press back into his thrust. I feel a sharp slap on my ass. “Stay still and enjoy.”
His hand leaves my hair and presses my shoulders onto the bed. This places my ass higher. Without using my hands to hold me up I’m free to explore him. I reach down and between us, gently cupping his balls. I roll them as he grunts. He likes this. I use my thumb and press his dick at the base. I feel his balls draw up and know he will stop me. The sting of the slap excites me. I never knew having your ass slapped could be erotic. His breath is coming faster as I feel him pulling me up. Kneeling gives him access to reach and circle my clit with his finger and thumb. He pinches and sets me off so we come together. I see stars. The white spots in my eyes are floating. I feel boneless and satisfied.
He lays us down with my back to his chest. When the spots in my eyes disappear I look up at the ceiling. I see a note taped next to the fan. I smile as I read it. In block letters he shows he cares.
“Candi, I love you. Wanna move in?”
I can’t believe he didn’t just ask. I grunt as my eyes close and sleep claims me.
I wake and am alone. I feel the sheets and notice they still have a bit of warmth to them. I listen for sounds of his whereabouts and hear the shower on. I decide to say thank you in a special way. Maybe if I’m sneaky I can join him for a good morning blowjob. Slipping into the bathroom as quietly as I can, I slide in and sink to my knees. The water cascading down his body makes my hormones go wild. The curve of his ass is perfect. He turns to rinse the soap from his back and I gently suck his cock into my mouth. The jerk of his hips let me know I surprised him. I suck in as hard and deep as possible. Using my hands I cup his balls with one and hold his ass with the other. As I get comfortable with the thickness of his cock I relax my jaw. I direct his hips by pressing my nails into his skin. With the rocking of his hips and the suction of my mouth I get the moan of satisfaction I was looking for. I swallow him down and lick him clean.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me good morning. “Thanks. Was that my answer for the question or just because you’re awesome?”
“That was because I missed your warm body next to mine when I woke up.” I get the smile I like best and another kiss. I take a turn under the water as he rubs the soap over me.
“Well, when do I get an answer to my question? I kinda want to know how you feel about living with me.” I see the little boy who was abandoned in his face. I love this man. If I want my forever with him I am going to have to take it at his pace and show him I’m here. I scrub the soap out of my eyes and look at him.
“I would love to move in with you. I can get my girls to help me pack and be in fully by tomorrow. Is that okay with you, for them to know where your house is?”
“Do you trust them? I mean with your life. You know I never let people come here. If you’re going to live here then I have to let you invite your friends also. Just please be careful.” I hear what he is saying and what he isn’t saying. His privacy means a lot to him and I need to respect that above all.
“Yeah, babe, I’ll make sure they understand that dropping in unannounced won’t be tolerated. You’ll like them. I want you to know who I spend my time with.”
The water cooling off has us getting out. Hope my hair can go without a washing today. I barely got me washed. I’ll need another after work anyhow. Knowing I need to get to work has me hurrying to get ready and out of here. That will be one drawback to living here. Can’t just walk down the hall and be at work in minutes. I need to talk to Momma and let her know about me moving here. I don’t want to let her think I’m leaving her. She’s too important for that.
With a quick brush of a kiss against Jax’s cheek I’m out the door and on my way. I make it to the Pen with three minutes to spare. I go straight to the office and get the day started. I need to hurry if I want to get everything done today. I check the time and see that Momma should be awake by now. I fix her coffee and take one for myself as I make my way to her rooms. A quick but quiet knock has my hands sweating. Here goes nothing.
Momma answers and I can tell she hasn’t been up long. I hold the coffee out and give her a smile. “Do you have a minute or do I need to wait till later?”
She nods her head as she takes the coffee and holds the door open. “Come on in, sweetie. I stayed up late and a slow morning is the result. Thank you for the coffee. How can I help you today? Please tell me it’s not a kitchen problem.”
“No, it’s not a kitchen problem. That place runs itself now. I follow Charlie’s plan and I am through in a couple hours. Which brings me to why I am here.” I take a deep breath and steady myself. I know I can talk to Momma about everything. She helped me out so much last summer with advice. “I’m moving in with Jax today and I just wanted you to know that. The kitchen is running fine and I don’t feel right trying to stay busy eight hours a day when I get it all done in less than half of that. I also need you to know I am a part owner of a club on the other side of town.”
I watch her face to see if anything I said is a surprise to her. It’s hard to read her. She didn’t blink or change her breathing so I can only wait for her to speak. She takes a drink of her coffee as she watches me. The suspense is torture. Seconds feel like minutes. When it looks like she is going to say something she takes another drink and sets her cup on the table beside her.
“Are you leaving the Pen or just moving? Am I losing you?” Her voice i
s quiet and sad. I need to fix this and fast.
“No, Momma, I’m just moving in with Jax. We talked and I’m ready for more. Not marriage more, but more. I still want to work here but it isn’t fair to get paid for all day when it doesn’t take all day. Does that clarify things for you?”
“Well it clarifies the kitchen. I like that you have come to me and talked about it. I can move you to salary based on your knowledge and experience then you won’t have to worry about the hours. Just do your job and when you’re done you stay on call. Will that work?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll like that better. I won’t feel guilty getting paid to read a book in the office.” I see her smile and relax. “You didn’t mention anything about the club. Is it a problem for you that I am a part owner?” There is no telling emotions on her face. I don’t want to give up any part of my life. I hope there isn’t an ultimatum.
“No, the Hot Rods is not a competition for us. You cater to the women and from what I hear your doing great over there. The town is big enough that we can all do well without any worries. I was worried that you were embarrassed about things and that was why you weren’t mentioning it.”
“I could never be embarrassed about the Play Pen or you, Momma. I owe you so much. You took in a scrawny, hungry seventeen year old with a chip the size of Utah on my shoulder and turned me into a confident woman who knows what she wants.” I see surprise in her face. Did she not know how I felt? Does she think I don’t appreciate all she did for me? “Momma?”
“Oh, baby, I didn’t mean you were embarrassed about me or the Pen. I thought you were embarrassed about Hot Rods and the Fallen Halos. You never mention them. Is there a reason you don’t want us to know them?” She watches me and I feel like a teenager again hiding the blush I wanted to wear. How do I explain this so she will understand it?
“I want to explain it to you but I might stumble with my words so bear with me. I like to ride my motorcycle. I like to ride in groups and I like to ride alone. Being a woman I get looks and assumptions placed on me because of it. The other women, Lori, Amanda, and Christine, felt the same way. So they found a couple more friends, Katie and Leigh, and formed the Fallen Halos. When a group of us ride we don’t get hassled and we can just enjoy it.” I hope she gets it. I see her nod and think she does.
“We needed an income that suited the want and the need to be flexible. That’s where the club came in. There wasn’t anything like it here. It was on the other side of town so I saw no competition to you and I agreed. We pooled our money and borrowed from friends to make it happen. There are still a few things to do but it’s coming along and we’re showing a profit so far.”
I realize I am proud of Hot Rods. I am proud that six women opened the place with no drama or jealousy. Our friendship will remain even if the doors close. Hearing a door open behind me gives me a startle. I turn and see something that surprises the hell out of me. I whip my head a round and see a slight blush on Momma. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Momma. I think it’s great.”
I stand and turn to greet Greg and Match. “Good morning, guys. I’ll go see how breakfast is coming along so that you have time to get your day started. Thanks, Momma. Love ya.”
Walking back to the kitchen I realize just how lucky I am. I have great friends and a great family. Now I can see about starting a life with Jax in it daily. Things are looking up and it isn’t even nine a.m. yet.
Thank you for reading my entry to the Biker Chicks for B.A.C.A. If you enjoy it and would like to see more of these characters visit the Amazon store to purchase the Mercy’s Angels series and later in the New Year you may find the Fallen Halos.
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Somebody to Love
Eric Plume
Who dares, wins
Official motto of the Special Air Service
University District, Seattle WA
November 2008
I picked my phone up off the nightstand and swiped the screen. What I saw was the same thing I’d seen the last dozen times I’d looked; no calls, no texts. It was late and I needed to get to bed, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn out the light, not until I got an answer back from Ryan. I’d sent him two texts and left a message, all over two days; no reply.
“Face it,” I said. “He isn’t calling back.”
I tossed my phone back onto the nightstand and curled up under my flannel sheets, a cold lump forming in the pit of my stomach. I knew the lump wanted to come out as a big mess of tears, but I didn’t want it to. Even wanting to cry made me feel dumb.
Of course, thinking about what had happened made me feel dumber.
Since signing up at the University of Washington I’d slept with two guys; the first had been Brice, a chess club president with soft brown eyes and a slim build, a guy who had talked a lot about how he was attracted to minds and not bodies. I was a size 14 on a good day and good days were rare, so when paired with his stated desire for a serious relationship I’d been disarmed enough by his sweet words to go to bed with him on date five. After finding out about his actual girlfriend when I’d attempted to talk to him before one of his classes, I’d cried enough to need two wastebaskets for my tissues.
Apparently Ryan had used the same game my first lover Brice had; be earnest, good-looking and full of pretty lies, and I’d fallen for it.
Again.
“Jerk,” I muttered, pulling the sheets tighter around me. A tear leaked out around my lashes; I shoved the rest away. I was not going to cry over that - well, that...
“Asshole,” I said, louder than before. That felt better, but sleep wasn’t happening.
I sighed and tossed the blankets off, reaching for my robe and putting it on. My apartment was always cold; the heaters didn’t work right. It was also small, which meant it was only a handful of steps before I was in the kitchen, examining the contents of my freezer.
“Step aside, Lean Cuisine,” I said, shoving the offending cartons out of the way. “This is a job for Haagen Dazs.” I dug my ice cream out of the freezer, anticipation and guilt fighting over who got to be first in line.
For most people food was something they put in their bellies because they had to or because it tasted good. For me food was like drugs or alcohol; first I felt a guilt-ridden rush and then the hangover set in. Like most addicts I hated myself for being unable to stop using.
I pried the top off the carton and stuck a spoon in, making the ice cream curl up into a ball. The first taste was always the best. And the worst. You fat cow, the back of my mind whispered as I shoveled cookie-dough flavored dairy products into my mouth. You’re overweight because you eat too much. I took another bite, loving it and hating it all at the same time while my issues had their way with my self-esteem. You can stop anytime you want to, but you don’t.
While chewing on mouthfuls of delicious misery I thought about all the important things I should have been doing with my time; instead my heart found it necessary to make me sit and eat ice cream in my kitchen at two in the morning because a guy had taken me to bed and not seen fit to call me back.
“That’s it,” I said around a mouthful of Haagen Dazs. “I am so done with boys.”
Yeah, like that’s going to happen.
I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t avoid the truth. What I wanted was a hug from somebody who meant it. Ice cream was cold comfort in more ways than one. My spoon scraped against cardboard; I glanced down at the empty carton and wondered not for the first time how I’d eaten so much without thinking.
“Dammit.” I threw my spoon at the sink and the carton at the trash can. The carton missed, bouncing off the side of the can and ending up on the floor.
My mother had told me that going to college would net me an educ
ation. She’d also hinted I’d meet a nice guy and find love, how what I’d gone through in high school was just a temporary problem. That by college, boys would have grown up into men who would treat me right.
“Bullshit,” I said into the empty silence of my kitchen. It hadn’t happened that way, and there were times I hated my mother for lying to me. Going to college didn’t change how I was a chunky head case with zero fashion sense.
The tears came back, leaking out of my eyes and sliding down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop them.
So much for not crying.
Attending college meant studying, and studying meant spending a large amount of time where information was kept. Most of my classmates loved to live online, but I preferred the library; people mocked me for my choice but I enjoyed the act of hunting down a book. Besides, I’d watched too many other students get gigged by professors for citing Wikipedia and I wanted my sources to hold up. I went to the public library because that way I didn’t run into as many of my classmates. I didn’t have friends; I had acquaintances who mooched off me for study help.
“Hello, Alyssa,” Ms. Peterson said as I walked up to the front desk, smiling at me. “Your psych test go okay?”
I smiled back. “I at least had answers for all the questions.”
“I’m sure you did fine,” she said.
“Let us pray,” I said.
She laughed. “You did fine the last time.”
I didn’t argue with her, but a B minus wasn’t ‘fine’ in my book. School was the only thing I’d ever been good at, and ending up at just above average in the one place I could stand out just wasn’t acceptable.
“Well anyway, your table’s where it usually is.” She paused and glanced behind me and her smile vanished, changing into professional blankness. “Ah...can I help you, sir?”
I glanced over my left shoulder - and took a big step back.