by Miss Merikan
Candy loved the confidence of his moves. She took her hands off the pole and let them travel to Sam’s chest. She just couldn’t get enough of his abs. They were so freaking firm.
He pushed his hand into her hair, tangling his fingers through it for a firm grip. His stomach was tensing under her touch, chest heaving. “Suck it.”
Those two words on his lips had a shiver run all the way down Candy’s spine and to her pussy. She sank down to her knees, and it was a strange feeling to look at his genitals but not fully comprehend them. In her mind, despite Sam technically being of the female sex, whatever he had seemed masculine, because he was male.
Candy leaned forward and sucked in Sam’s dick, in the same way she would suck on a regular cockhead. Getting to taste Sam’s skin had her clenching her thighs together.
His hips bucked against her lips, pushing his cock as deep as it would go. She lapped at the smooth, plump head, pulled forward by Sam’s insistent grip on her hair. The musk of his body, combined with the warmth pulsing against her tongue made her clit twitch with anticipation. Sam was so good at oral sex that she wanted to reciprocate with all she had.
Candy gripped on to Sam’s firm thighs and sucked on the hot, throbbing flesh. She’d never done anything quite like it before but was no less excited for it. Sam’s grip on her hair was making her knees weak, and she couldn’t care less about having her curls messed up. She wanted to satisfy Sam, have him pet her hair, and tell her she was a good girl and did well.
His muscles were twitching underneath skin as his hips pushed forward, only to back away to the music of his low moans and the suckling noises. His cock seemed to swell further as Candy caressed it with teasing licks, and very soon, the groans above her grew louder, more insistent as Sam rocked his hips against her mouth.
She reached down to her pussy and slid her fingers over the slick labia, as her other palm rested on her favorite place—Sam’s abs.
“Harder,” he uttered, bucking against her, the hold on her hair tightening rapidly. His thighs began to tremble, his whole body going into overdrive as he came.
Candy never stopped sucking on the hard nub, moaning into it, as she started masturbating. Her toes curled in her shoes every time Sam pulled on her hair.
“How quick can you come, pretty Candy?” rasped Sam, pulling up his pants with one hand and squatting in front of her with a wide but sheepish grin. His breath was so hot on her face, but cool on her lips, which were still moist from Sam’s juices and her own saliva.
“Oh, quick, I can come quick,” she moaned, slipping a finger into her wet pussy.
“Really? You must masturbate a lot to be so well trained for that,” Sam rasped through clenched teeth, pulling up her head by the hair. His other hand closed around Candy’s breast, sending a jolt of arousal all the way to her pussy.
Candy moaned, looking into his eyes. “I’m a dirty girl. I do it three times a day if I’m bored.” She was panting as she slipped another finger inside herself, imagining it was Sam’s cock or fingers pounding into her.
Sam exhaled and leaned forward for what seemed like a kiss, but when his teeth closed around her lower lip, the pain and pleasure of it made her whole body throb, only intensifying the sensations in her pussy.
Candy’s fingers slipped back to her clit, focusing on it with ferocity, as her face heated up. She moaned and shivered when she came, gripping onto Sam’s shoulder not to fall forward. He was looking straight at her, like a predator ready to devour her soul along with all of her most delicate flesh. He held her in place as she bucked and cried out, waves of pleasure washing over her in hot waves.
“That’s right, Candy. That’s good,” whispered Sam.
She closed her eyes, unable to catch her breath. It was as if with Sam everything was more vivid, had more contrast, like she put on a new pair of glasses to look at her life.
Sam pulled her forward, closing his thick, masculine arms around her, and his nose bumped against hers. “You do make a performer.”
Candy smiled and looked into his eyes, all warm and relaxed. “I don’t think I was screaming enough for porn standards.”
Sam winced. “Please, no,” he said as he pulled her into his lap, leaning back against the wall.
“I bet Red Jack didn’t get any tonight.” She laughed and put her cheek on his shoulder.
Sam chuckled, rocking her in his arms. “He’s following Lucy like a horny dog. Poor soul.”
Candy gave Sam a kiss. “I don’t feel sorry for him. Serves him right for being such an ass. Let’s go chill out and look at the ocean, huh?”
Sam gave her a peck on the lips and nodded. “Give me back my cock and get dressed.”
Candy snorted. It sounded so ridiculous yet didn’t make her uncomfortable at all.
Chapter 16
Candy lay on a beach chair on the rooftop. Life was good. Sam was next to her, she had a glass of wine in her hand, and a warm breeze caressed her face. They watched the ocean, waiting for sunrise, as wave after wave crashed on the beach. The peace and simplicity of sharing this pleasure made her fantasize about how her life with Sam could look like. She was beginning to think that something was finally falling into place for her.
She had an amazing boyfriend, her business was about to kick-start in earnest, and she would get rid of the debts with Bastian soon enough. Once that was over, the money borrowed from the bank would seem like nothing. Sure, it was a large sum, but at least no one was threatening her over it. Was Sam the type to prefer an unofficial relationship, or would he ask her to marry him if he were sure of their relationship?
But then again, could they even get married? She stole a sneaky look at Sam’s handsome face. Would it be rude to ask him? Not only rude, but she’d have to admit she was thinking about it. Then again, Sam had a male ID, and all that. Candy sighed and looked at the purple hue of the horizon.
“Say, Candy,” said Sam, and it was the first time he opened his mouth in the last twenty minutes or so. “You need any more money?”
She snorted. “Do I ever. It’s like whatever I put into my account disappears all too fast.”
Sam licked his lip. “Borg made a suggestion, and maybe that could help you get afloat,” he muttered, looking at the ocean, which reflected the beautiful white moonlight so vividly.
“Oh, more birthdays? Baby shower, biker style?” Candy laughed, imagining a bunch of toddlers high on pot brownies.
“Nah, it’s about your store. He says that if you help us with something, you can have the store rent free, and you’ll get paid on top of that,” Sam told her, playing with his lighter.
“What? Wow! What is it?” She sat up in the beach chair, afraid that she had dollar signs in her eyes.
Sam smiled at her and bit his lip. “We need a way to move some illegal stuff. Borg figured no one would suspect a thing if they were hidden in cake.”
“Oh.” Candy swallowed, unsure what to make of it. “Like … what kind of stuff?” Suddenly, her lovely blue-striped chair didn’t feel as comfortable anymore.
Sam exhaled and waved his hand in the air. “Drugs.”
Candy looked down to her manicured nails. Was this her life now? How did she get here? Why did Sam think it was all right to ask her this? This wasn’t about baking some pot brownies. “How much?” she asked in a quiet voice. So this was what the fucking chocolates and hot tub were about. She was so fucking stupid.
Sam scratched his head. “You’d have to talk to Borg. He just asked me to talk to you about it, see if you were interested.”
The worst thing was that she did need the money. Sam probably thought she was some stupid bimbo they could just use in any way they wanted. And they did. They had her hooked in with the shop, and now they were just pulling on that fishing line. It hurt. Sam didn’t care about her. He was just passing time with a pretty girl who he could now use for whatever the club needed. Like she didn’t have enough problems with Bastian on her back.
So what could she say? “O
kay,” Candy mumbled and got up. She needed to get out of here. She was so fucking done with guys using her and only bringing more trouble into her life. As if sonofabitch Jake didn’t leave enough of a wreckage behind him. Not to even mention a tattoo of his name on her whole fucking ass, that she couldn’t afford to cover because he left her with so much debt.
“Okay?” asked Sam, sliding his feet to the floor.
“Yeah, sure, I need the money after all,” she said sharply, and looked around to make sure she took everything. “Borg can send someone over with the details.”
Sam frowned. “Are you angry with me?”
Candy raised her eyebrows with her lips pursed. “No. Have you done anything wrong?”
Sam spread his arms and slowly rose from the chair. “I’m just a messenger. You don’t have to accept, you know.”
Candy frowned and squeezed her fists, wanting to scream with held in frustration. Sam didn’t know that actually she had to accept it. Money this could bring might just be enough to relieve her of Bastian. “Sure, and Borg will still be happy to just rent the store to me for close to nothing.”
Sam straightened and walked over to her, as confident as ever. “My prez doesn’t go back on his word.”
Candy shrugged and hugged herself. “That’s fine. I’ll do it, I need the money.” She was a rat trapped between a debt to some thugs, a debt to banks, her own stupid decisions, and an affection for Sam that she desperately didn’t want to call ‘love’. She was done being a stupid, trusting girl. She needed to do what she needed to do to get rid of debt, and that should be her sole focus now. “I wanna go home. I’m tired.”
Sam put his hands in his pockets, and his face was as grim as if he just lost his bike. “You can sleep in my room here, you know.”
“I’m gonna be busy with a job like this, so no, thanks.” She turned around and made her way to the stairs off the roof. She needed to stop counting on other people and wishing that things would sort themselves out somehow.
His footsteps caught up with her immediately. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Candy, for fuck’s sake!”
“What?” she hissed at Sam.
“Don’t just walk out on me like that! I’m just trying to work things out, too!”
“Okay, I changed my mind then! I don’t wanna make fucking cocaine cakes. Is that all right?” She looked into his eyes, trying to work out what he really meant. Maybe to him this wasn’t a big deal?
He looked at her, blinking. “Err ... yeah, tell that to Borg.” He didn’t sound so sure.
Candy took a deep breath. “And he’ll be fine with it?”
Sam’s nostrils flared, and his gaze dropped to the floor. “I think he believes it’s a good idea.”
Candy didn’t even want to answer that, too nervous about the whole thing to find the right words. She didn’t want to go to prison, and with her luck, there would be a friendly cop coming round to the store. She’d mix up his donut order with a drug-filled cake, and bam, prison.
Sam scratched his head. “Just think it through and talk to him. He’s a good guy,” said Sam with something that sounded like hope.
“I will. I don’t know what I’m gonna do, so yeah, I’ll need some time to think it through.” Candy tried to pass him to get to the stairs.
“But you’re not staying?” It didn’t even sound like a question to her ears.
“I’m not staying, because I’m feeling fucking weird right now.” She rushed down the stairs.
“What does that even mean?” asked Sam, chasing her.
“It means you shouldn’t have asked me that in the first place! You’re putting me in such a difficult position!” She needed to get a cab and to get the fuck out of here.
Sam snarled, blocking her way. “Oh, what else is a taboo subject now? Or maybe you just don’t want to deal with who I am anymore?”
Candy looked over his shoulder to the door she wasn’t about to reach. “I knew you were an outlaw, I just never thought I would be your go-to mule!”
Sam hit the wall, and Candy backed away when his fist created a small dent. He let out a low growl. “Maybe you just can’t take dealing with my cock anymore. Novelty’s up?”
That felt like a slap in the face. “This isn’t about you not having a dick! This is about you being a dick!” She ignored him and searched through her phone for her favorite cab company.
Sam shook his head. “Fine. Go if you want. Whatever.” He looked as if he might walk off any second, but in the end, he leaned against the wall without looking at her.
Candy passed him, and as soon as she managed to walk a few meters with dignity, she began trotting in her heels and holding back tears. She just hit a new low. But when she reached the big, locked gate, her heart sank completely.
“No …” she moaned and held onto the metal bars. She considered climbing over the gate despite the huge spikes on top. This was life trying to show her what prison would feel like.
“Don’t you want a lift?” asked Sam, propping his hand just above the lock. He stood all too close for Candy’s liking, no doubt hoping to charm her stupid again.
She was not like that. Her brain wasn’t down in her vagina despite what Sam’s cologne suggested. “No, I texted for a cab,” she whispered with a sniff, avoiding his eyes. His eyes were the worst, they melted her into Jell-O. At least she couldn’t see them that well in the darkness.
“So you’re just gonna stand there in front of the gate?” muttered Sam in a tight voice.
“It’s locked …”
Sam pulled out a bundle of keys out of his pocket and opened the lock. “There,” he spat with so much anger being around him really ceased being even remotely pleasant.
Candy pushed the gate open and when she walked out, it felt like being chewed by Sam and now spat out. The bruises and scratches from the fight were just another reminder of what a failure this date had been. But maybe it was for the better? Maybe it was a reality check she hadn’t known she needed?
Chapter 17
Sam rode past Candy’s store for the second time that day. It’d been over a week since the failure of a date, and she still wouldn’t take any of his calls. He didn’t try to contact her at first, hoping she’d come to her senses, but after two days, he started worrying. When calls went unanswered, he started making rounds past Candyland. She was there all right, and from the looks of it, the store wasn’t empty either. But then again, it was the only proper sweets and cake store in the area, and it was located by a busy street. People were bound to pop in and have a taste of what was on offer.
He’d been afraid at first that Candy would reveal his secret now that she was angry with him, but she’d been talking with Borg and everyone else, and nothing changed for Sam. It looked like she did have the decency to keep her mouth shut about it. He wanted to visit her, but when she wasn’t even answering text messages, it seemed like overkill to barge into her store. It’d been a mistake to propose the arrangement, and after a week and lots of thinking, he knew he blew it. And what was even more fucked up, he found himself riding past the store not only to check whether she was all right, but also to see her, working in her cute dresses, always with a smile for the customers. He supposed he wouldn’t get any of that treatment.
An excuse to visit her came when Borg tasked Sam with moving the drugs they wanted her to hide in a cake transport. Sam pretended everything was all right between him and Candy, so none of his brothers got any stupid ideas to go and chat her up, but in reality, he was getting stomach cramps at the thought of visiting her. After experiencing all her sweet attention, the last thing he wanted was bitterness.
Sam parked his bike in front of the store and took a deep breath before entering the sweet-smelling emporium of bright colors and flowers made out of sugar paste. A girl in a pink apron smiled at him from behind the counter. “Good afternoon, what can I help you with?”
Sam stopped at the door. Since when did Candy have an employee?
“I�
��m looking for the owner.”
“Oh, sure, she’s in the back, let me call her over,” the girl said and turned to a side door, where the bakery was. “Candy, there’s a … gentleman asking to see you.”
Sam scowled, but quickly adjusted his cut, trying to look relaxed.
“Coming!” Candy yelled from the back, but when she emerged in a pink dress and an apron, her smile faded, making Sam’s heart sink. This was not the effect he wanted to have on her.
“Long time no see,” he said, slowly walking up to the counter. There were dozens of beautiful pastries on the glass-covered counter, but none of them as tempting as Candy’s lips, which now turned in the wrong way.
“Um, yeah … hey, Sam. What’s up?” She avoided looking into his eyes and pushed some hair behind her ear.
Sam’s eyes strayed to the petite sales girl, who was clearly eavesdropping while pretending to adjust a tower of paper boxes.
“Can she have a cigarette break?”
“No, she works here. You can come into the back.” Candy pointed to the door and turned around. Sam couldn’t help but follow the shape of her ass in that pencil dress.
He stuffed his hands down his pockets and went into the sweet-scented backrooms. There was cake in the wardrobe-sized oven. He could smell it. Unsure what to tell her, he closed the door behind them and kept his mouth shut.
“So?” Candy folded her arms across her chest, but with a face like hers, even that pout didn’t make her look bad.
Sam spread his hands, making himself look into her eyes, searching for a hint of regret about not getting in touch. “I followed your lead and didn’t talk to you, but Borg made me come here tonight. Maybe we could talk like adults?”
“Okay. Like adults. You got the money for me?” She turned her back on him, to check on the cake, and it felt like a slap in the face.
Sam pinched the base of his nose and put the black package on the table in front of her. “No. Borg gave me the candy. He said nothing about money.”