Stripped Raw

by Miss Merikan

  Glock patted his arm, but his touch was the last thing Sam needed at that point. And if this wasn’t some first-class bullshit on its own, St. Nick’s voice combined with the sound of the bell at the door.

  “Hey! Anyone here?”

  Viper leaned back in the chair to look through the open door. “Come in, there’s something you’ll like, old man!”

  Borg leaned toward Sam, squinting. “Take her out. She’ll agree.”

  And that was what Sam was most afraid of. Candy wasn’t the kind of person who stood up to anyone. It had put her in trouble before, and he hated that he would put her in trouble again.

  St. Nick appeared in the doorway, and it looked like both his belly and his white beard had grown since Sam last saw him.

  “So that’s why none of you are at the clubhouse.” St. Nick chuckled and helped himself to some pie.

  “All Candy’s.” said Glock with a wide grin, as if he hadn’t just set her up for crime.

  “Ah, she’s good,” muttered Nick, messing up his beard with frosting. “By the way, has any of you seen Monster lately?”

  An uncomfortable silence settled upon the table, but Glock was quick to answer. “He’s out of town. Private stuff.”

  St. Nick shook his head. “He shouldn’t be leaving at a time like this.”

  Everyone knew it was about the drugs they couldn’t move.

  “So, I had this idea,” St. Nick continued, licking frosting off his fingers. “That we could still hide the drugs in the wedding dresses. Just think about it. The cops have already checked there. They wouldn’t raid the store again after finding nothing.”

  Sam knew they hadn’t actually stored anything in Gina’s parlor, and that idea wouldn’t seem all that stupid if they hadn’t already decided to keep them here. Borg wouldn’t budge on that. And sure enough, the prez shrugged.

  “We’ll think about it.” That settled it.

  St. Nick frowned. “But there’s not much time. This has to be done quick. We’ve been sitting on our asses for too long.”

  Viper straightened up in his chair. “We need everyone to be there for this discussion. Church’s on Wednesday.”

  Sam ate his pie, trying not to look St. Nick in the eyes. He was being obviously dismissed despite being older and more experienced as a Nail than anyone else. This didn’t look good. Then again, Sam understood that in their situation, Borg needed to keep confidential information to a small group of people.

  St. Nick groaned. “Oh, I’ll be there. And I’ll say what I think. You’re all so young, yet you’re as slow as if you’re using fucking walkers instead of bikes.”

  For a moment, Sam was worried the old man was about to eat his words, but Viper laughed out loud. “Those are Harley Davidson-approved walkers, Nick.”

  St. Nick closed his mouth, looking like the Santa no kid would like to meet in a dark alley behind the mall. He shrugged, as if nothing happened.

  “Gotta go to Lola’s anyway.”

  Sam cleared his throat. “Take some more cake? There’s so much of it.”

  St. Nick stepped through the door only to return as he changed his mind within a split second. “Tell me more.”

  Chapter 15

  When Sam said he’d pick her up in the evening for a date, Candy still didn’t know where they would be going. She sat at the back of his bike, all dolled up in a red polka-dot dress, ready to follow wherever he’d take her. After what Sam told her about himself, she knew he trusted her, and she’d never betray that. They didn’t even need to discuss it to know they were a couple now. Sam wouldn’t have risked revealing himself like that to just anyone.

  He was as steady and warm as he always was, and she laid her face on his leather cut, breathing in its scent. They drove past the Coffin Nails-owned garage, but instead of rushing to some romantic spot out of town, Sam slowed down and took a turn to the clubhouse. He stopped the bike and gave Candy a bundle of keys. “Large lock,” he said with a wide grin.

  Candy looked at the huge black gate that reminded her of something out of a Victorian prison. “What’s in there? Gonna lock me up in a tower?”

  It had been two weeks since Sam had shared his secret with her, and she still couldn’t get over it when she looked back at him. All wide-shouldered and rough around the edges, Sam’s body was the epitome of ‘fit’, with his muscles so firm and strong. There was nothing feminine about him. In no universe could Candy have known that he was … a trans person. She was still adjusting to that concept. Sure, she knew of it, but it had never been something close to her life. She needed to do a lot of catching up online, too afraid to ask him stuff that could offend him. It seemed ridiculous to worry about that with Sam being so forward and cocky, but it did look like this was a sensitive issue for him. Worst of all, some of the information she found was confusing or contradictory, so maybe she would talk to him about some of it ... later.

  She looked at the key. It was flat, with strange circular grooves, but she put it into the largest lock and turned. She found it odd to see the gate closed during the day, and the lack of noisy music coming from inside made her think that maybe there was nobody at the club for once. She opened the gate just enough for Sam to drive through, and he parked his bike in the empty courtyard before locking everything in swift, practiced moves.

  The clubhouse was deserted. Despite the sun slowly going down, there was no light in the windows, and the whole citadel seemed eerily quiet, like a castle after a raid. The only thing it lacked to complete that image were the bloodied bodies that would be scattered all around Game of Thrones style.

  Candy smiled to herself as she made gentle leaps in her red heels over the imaginary bodies. When Sam’s heavy arm landed on her shoulders, she couldn’t help a little purr of satisfaction. Information about transitioning, testosterone, what the difference was between transsexual and transgender, all of that went over her head when Sam was close. All that mattered was how he made butterflies flutter in her stomach, how the scent of his cologne got her knees weak, and how the touch of his fingers got her wet in seconds. All those things were beyond the ‘trans thing’. His confidence and masculinity got her off more than a random penis ever could.

  “So, we’re home alone today,” he whispered, leaning closer to nuzzle her temple. “Everyone’s out today. There’s a party at another Coffin Nails chapter, but I thought I’d rather stay with you. You ever used a hot tub, darlin’?” he asked, leading her through the dusty courtyard straight to the modern building at its back.

  “I love them!” Candy hugged him tight. Every day, she could feel their relationship was getting closer. Sam’s confession brought a whole new level of intimacy that she hadn’t experienced with anyone since things started going sour with Jake.

  “I’ll indulge you,” Sam said and pushed open the door to the modern lounge Candy knew from the party. Sam led her all the way through the room, which even now wasn’t all that tidy. They walked past the kitchen and through the door leading toward the beach, but they took a turn outside and walked along the wall, all the way to a secluded little spot behind a huge rock. In the last rays of the sun, Candy could see a small round pool.

  “Oh, my God! It’s so pretty here.” She took a deep breath of ocean-scented air, and stepped out of her heels to enjoy the soft sand of the beach. Sam had the whole thing so wonderfully prepared. There was a whole platter of pralines next to five different types of alcohol, all by the edge of the massive round hot tub, with the water still and crystal clear.

  All of a sudden, lights went on at the edges of the pool, illuminating the water, the rock, and the delicious-looking food. This was so decadent and luxurious! She never thought Sam would think of something like this. He was more the kind of guy who’d take her to the movies or on a long ride. Simple, comfortable things.

  “We’re alone, so I thought we could do some skinny dipping in that pool,” he said with a wide grin. There were little wrinkles on the sides of his eyes when he smiled, leading her all the way
to the side of the hot tub.

  “Naughty! I was gonna say I don’t have a swimsuit, but in that case …” Candy smiled back at him, put down her bag, and reached to the zipper at the back of her dress. She couldn’t wait to see all of Sam’s tattoos again. She kept discovering new ones every time he undressed.

  Before she could even touch the zipper, Sam was behind her, his coarse beard tickling the back of Candy’s neck as he slowly opened the dress for her. The slide of the zipper, so close to Candy’s spine, had her shuddering.

  “Hope you like chocolate. I had Gina choose some for me.”

  “I l-love it,” she said, feeling shy all of a sudden when Sam pushed the straps of her dress to the sides and pulled it off her. He put his hand on her stomach, and just the weight of his touch, warm and comforting, was enough to make her lose her breath for a moment.

  “What do we pull off next?” asked Sam, spooning her body with a smile against her neck.

  Candy gently wiggled her ass against his crotch, and despite knowing that the fullness there wouldn’t get hard on its own, it still turned her on. She was still learning about her own reactions, but she was willing to go in headfirst. Sam could still fuck her, so the concept of having her pussy so close to his dick was just as exciting as before, when she didn’t know all about him.

  “It’s up to you,” she murmured.

  “The bra, does it open at the front?” he breathed against her ear. His hands cupped her breasts, making Candy’s clit throb.

  Instead of answering, she reached to the clasp at the front and released her breasts out of the cups. There was a thrill to getting naked outside, even if no one was here to watch. The day was merely an orange line on the horizon, and they could as well be on a deserted island.

  Sam was slowly clenching and opening his hands on her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, as if trying out how perky they were.

  Candy reached up with her arms to wrap them around his neck. She didn’t even know when she fell so completely for this dangerous man. But weirdly enough, she didn’t mind. She was no angel herself. Sometimes, you just had to do what you had to do. Thanks to the money she got from the Nails, Candy even managed to buy her car back from Bastian. She was sentimental about it, since it was Sam who had repaired it for her. Knowing what desperation pushed Sam into prison and a life that led him to the Coffin Nails made her understand who he truly was. A man who went after what he wanted.

  Sam moved behind her, and when he pressed a kiss to the small of her back, she realized he kneeled. Slowly, he hooked his fingers under the hem of her stocking and rolled it down, pulling the digits down her skin. They were like matches setting fire to her skin.

  Candy took her bra off and threw it to a beach chair on the side. She lifted her foot to let Sam take off her stocking. She wore red lacy lingerie, anticipating the moment when he sees it on her. Knowing just how much he desired her was a thrill worth working for.

  He wiggled his eyebrows and slid both stockings off, taking his time to knead her thighs. She loved how he always behaved like he were a kid in a candy store, ready to suck blood out of her in order to get a taste. He pulled off her panties next and pressed a long, languid kiss to her pubic mound. For a moment, she thought he’d French kiss her pussy, but he stood up after that, completely clothed.

  “Looking good, darlin’.”

  The romantic setup wasn’t like Sam, but she went with it, curious to see what he’d planned. “Go on, I’m not gonna soak in there on my own.” She laughed and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt.

  Sam gave a loud laugh and pulled off his cut, carefully placing it on a beach chair nearby.

  “Go on,” he said with a crooked smile.

  Candy bit her lip and pulled his T-shirt up, eager to see all that man underneath. Only now that she knew about his surgery could she distinguish scars beneath the tattoos under his pecs. They were a testament to all the hardship Sam had been through, all the lost friends and family. She kissed his collarbone, inhaling the earthy scent of his skin, mixed with cologne and a bit of a leathery aroma.

  Sam raised his hands and pointed his chin downward. “No hands. You need to help me.”

  Her gaze followed the trail of abs, all the way to his navel, and lower, as she slowly unbuckled his belt. She was already well-acquainted with what was in his pants, but her mind was still adjusting. She even considered at one point that maybe she was secretly bisexual, and that was why his plumbing didn’t bother her much, but she quickly dismissed that thought, feeling like an even bigger idiot than before.

  She pulled out the belt and threw it to the side, going straight for the buttons in his jeans. Maybe she wasn’t concerned because in her imagination Sam did have a dick. It just sort of went with all of his muscles, the beard—or stubble, depending on the day—and his confident touch. Candy thought of it in depth the other day, and she figured that she wouldn’t like him any less if he were a guy who’d lost his dick in an accident, or something, so this was the way she approached it. Threw all the bullshit out the window and took Sam as he was. After all, she chose to be with him. His genitals were the least important thing when it came to what made him a man.

  Candy leaned closer for a kiss as she opened his jeans and pulled them down.

  “Oh, girl, we wanted to bathe, didn’t we? You’re gonna make me too horny for that,” he said, pushing his hips against hers. “But you may say hello to my little friend anyway,” he said, pulling her hands down, directing her to kneel.

  Candy took a deep breath, excited to be naked as she did this. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and leaned forward to give his packer a kiss through the briefs. She had actually imagined sucking on it. She’d blown a few guys through a condom back in high school, so she imagined it couldn’t be all that different. She just wasn’t sure whether Sam would get anything out of that.

  But Sam cupped his hand over the bulge and squeezed it with a slight groan. He then peeled away the fabric and pulled out his cock. It bounced out of his briefs, soft and disturbingly lifelike. She could sense an earthy musk, warmth, inviting her over with open arms.

  Only now, she realized his cock wasn’t just sitting there in his briefs, but actually stayed in place held by skin-colored straps. Her breath hitched for a second as she looked up, giving the tip of his cock a kiss. Did the fact that he wore the harness mean he’d fuck her with his cock tonight? They hadn’t done it this way since that one time in the garage, and she still remembered what an intense orgasm she’d had. Not to mention the sheer ferocity with which he fucked her pussy with that stiff thing. How he groped her breasts … Candy squeezed her thighs because the sole memory had her clit throbbing. As thoroughly as she had enjoyed all the other stuff they did, she did want to have him on top of her this way again, feel him thrust his hips against her flesh.

  “You like it?” asked Sam, stroking the realistically painted veins on the shaft. His eyes were dark, voice raspy.

  Candy licked her lips. It was clearly turning him on. Instead of an answer, she sucked in the cockhead, putting her hands on his hips. They were so freaking firm she wanted to see them in action already.

  His hand rested on top of her head, pushing on. The smile ghosting across his lips was all the encouragement she needed. That cock needed some love too, and she wouldn’t hesitate to give it her appreciation.

  Candy’s hands explored Sam’s muscle, from his hips to his stomach, as she sucked in more of the length. If it weren’t for the fact that her lips were full, she would have laughed. Choosing a big dick was such a guy thing to do to. She imagined any man with a choice would go for a big one without much hesitation. And her mouth wasn’t all that big. She couldn’t even reach to the base of that cock without gagging. Oh, but she was sure as fuck her pussy would love taking it all.

  Sam wasn’t pushing her to take more than she could hold, simply staring at her as she savored the smooth, strangely warm and skin-like shaft. Her tongue went along the vein at the base and swir
led around the head. The taste was a mixture of flesh and silicone, but it was pleasant, fresh after Sam’s recent shower.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  Candy smirked at him and gave the base of the cock a kiss. “I wish I had bigger boobs so I could give you a boob job.” She held onto Sam’s firm thighs and sucked the cock in again.

  Sam’s eyes twinkled, and his hands slid to her face, cupping her cheeks and pulling her away. The cock slid from her mouth with a wet suckle.

  Sam groaned. “We can work around that. Later.”

  Candy gave his dick one more kiss. “Yeah? You’re gonna ‘work’ on my boobs?”

  Sam chuckled and slowly unstrapped his cock. “Babe, I always like working on your boobs. I’m gonna work them thoroughly,” he promised, putting it on his shirt.

  Candy gave his real cock a cheeky kiss before getting up and sprinting for the hot tub. “You’re gonna have to catch me first.”

  The water was pleasantly warm after a whole day of bright sun, more like an indoor hot tub than a pool, and she sighed with pleasure as she slid all the way in. As water went up to her breasts, Candy realized her hair would get all messy, so she pulled it up and used some of the bobby pins she already had on her to secure it into an up-do. She looked back just in time to see Sam slowly getting into the water, illuminated by the lights in the pool.

  Candy moved over to the edge to get herself some vodka. She was up to party tonight. Just her and Sam. “You want me to pour you something, babe?”

  “Just a beer for me,” he said, turning a handle. Moments later, bubbles started streaming to the surface and caressing Candy’s skin. “Can you hold your liquor?” chuckled Sam.

  Candy turned to him with a wide smile. “No. I’m shitfaced after three, so watch me.” She downed a shot of vodka and squealed at the burn as soon as she swallowed.

  Sam dove toward her and yanked her back to the edge. She landed in his lap and put an arm around his shoulders without thinking. She loved how his body hair felt as it brushed against her in the water. Sam was pretty hirsute all over except on the parts he deliberately shaved, and she sometimes liked to play with the dark curls as they lay in bed.