by Lowe, Aden
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Chapter Ten
Falon watched Rita read the file, able to easily track the progress of her understanding. Five pages in, she'd connected all the dots and reconciled the man in the file with the one who spent time in her tavern and around town. Around page twelve, understanding turned to horror as she read the allegations about the retaliation he'd led against a rival outlaw MC.
"So, why are they cooking meth here? I mean, I know there's a market for it, of course, but… why here?" She shrugged, the movement drawing his attention irresistibly to her breasts.
"Who knows? Whatever the reason, they're doing it. The Brothers are also heavily into the synthetics, so they're processing and packaging that shit somewhere too, maybe here. Kellen and his Raiders don't cause a great deal of trouble around here, do they?" He'd started thinking along that line on his way to Stags Leap.
"Not really, no. They raise a little hell, but nothing major, no big charges."
He stood and started to pace, five steps one direction, turn, seven back past his chair, turn, back to the table. "He's deliberately keeping things clean here, so no one will look too closely at his activities. That means he can keep the supply rolling to meet demand, and no one bothers with him." It all made sense. Why else would a man who ran an organization like the Brothers spend most of his time as a nobody in a small town that didn't even have a place to watch a movie? Kellen could be living it up and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous, with the best of everything he wanted, from pussy to drugs to booze.
It made far more sense than the leading theory in that file. Some shrink had decided Kellen had some kind of social anxiety disorder and that he couldn't tolerate the lifestyle his position afforded him. The fact the idea had even made it into the file spoke volumes about the kind of people hunting the outlaw. No wonder he'd managed to walk right out of a courthouse before the locals realized who he was.
"So what are you supposed to do about it now?"
Well, that was the real question at hand, wasn't it? And Falon only knew one answer for it. He had to do his job, capture Kellen and bring him to justice. "My job, I guess." He dropped back into his seat, suddenly tired to the bone. It seemed like he'd always been tired, always heading into a deadly situation with stone killers on the other side. "Even though I can't do much about it tonight, I'll get started first thing tomorrow and figure out how to make it happen."
She reached across the table and touched his hand. "Well, you wouldn't want to go to work tired or on an empty stomach." One shoulder lifted in a casual gesture. "Why don't you come upstairs for some supper? At least you can get a good night's rest." Her lips curved in a slow smile that set his cock throbbing with need. "You hungry?"
He shifted in his chair, trying to make a bit more space in his jeans. "Depends."
Surprise flared her eyes for a moment. "On what?"
The jeans shrank some more. To hell with it. "What you're cooking and how many clothes you're wearing."
Rita stood and took his hand. "Well, why don't we just go find out?" She tugged gently at his hand until he rose to stand facing her. That smile widened just a little as she rose onto her tiptoes and reached for his mouth with hers.
Standing still as her lips brushed his proved far more difficult than he could have imagined. Her free hand rose and slid along his shoulder and to the back of his neck, where she applied pressure to convince him to lower his head. With better access, she nibbled along his lower lip, sending his pulse into high gear.
She drew back. "Come on, Falon."
Before he could consider a reply, she turned and headed out the camper door with a shy, and simultaneously provocative, smile that sent a fresh surge of heat through his blood stream. Damn. He couldn't leave all the papers about Kellen and his operations spread all over the table for any jackass who happened to spring the lock on his door. Hopefully Rita would wait for him.
The papers finally all wound up back in the envelope, and Falon got it back into his bag and concealed in the false bottom, and the bag stashed. An hour or more must have passed, as much as his fingers fumbled. And then getting the camper locked up took twice as long. He turned toward the stairs that climbed the back of the Rattlesnake, fearing Rita would have changed her mind. But there she stood at the top of the steps, just a tempting dark form against the soft light spilling from her door.
Going up the stairs proved an uncomfortable operation, with his hard-on pinched in his jeans with every step of upward progress. The thought of touching and tasting every inch of that gorgeous body ensured he grew even harder by the time he reached the top.
Rita had gone inside already, and he followed, pausing only long enough to close and lock her door. The last thing he wanted was any sort of intrusion from the outside world. Her shoes sat in the floor, three steps from the door, and a few steps further, her shirt lay in a messy heap. She'd left a trail and he eagerly pursued.
That black lacy bra lay at the exit from the living room, drawing him into a narrow hallway. Barely visible in the reduced light, her jeans shot images of that luscious, naked body and inspired him to hurry. Lace panties crumpled in a darkened doorway indicated he should enter, and he lost no time.
Candlelight danced from a small table against the wall opposite the door, and cast shadows across the big brass bed with its handmade quilted coverlet. On top of that bed, Rita lay, deliciously nude, tempting every fiber of him to taste and touch, to possess and consume. He paused at the foot of her bed, and peeled off his shirt with trembling hands. Removing his boots without taking his gaze from her breasts proved to be a real challenge, but he finally managed it.
The jeans made him hesitate a moment. Would she think he took her for granted? Or that he wouldn't take no for an answer? And what about… Well, he'd always been pretty confident in that area, but still, what if she found him lacking? He shrugged mentally. If that was the case, better to find out now than later. With that question settled, he opened his jeans and shoved them down his hips, briefs and all.
Rita hissed when he straightened, and her eyes glittered dark in the candlelight. One fingertip trailed up and down the center of her chest, drawing his gaze to her breasts. "You're taking an awful long time, Falon. I almost thought you didn't want me." Her voice, low and sultry, caressed his balls and made his cock surge even harder. "But now I see that isn't the problem."
"No, wanting you is definitely not an issue right now. The first time that happened was when I came up to you at your bar where you were working." Fuck, that sounded dumb. She'd think he was the village idiot. He circled to the side of the bed, painfully aware of his erection on full display and practically twitching for her touch. Yeah, he'd waited too long, because, no doubt, he was about to shame himself.
Rita smiled up at him again and patted the mattress at her side with one hand, while the other slid down her belly. "Don't be shy, Falon. I promise I won't bite. Unless you ask me to."
He sat beside her, fascinated with the path her fingers took, while his mouth watered to taste that silky skin. Reacting to the need, he turned a little to partially face her and grabbed the teasing hand and brought it to his lips. A small smile came in reflex to her startled squeal as he placed the first kiss on the tip of her index finger.
Time stood still for him to kiss and lick and suck each of her fingers and make all sorts of promises about his plans. By the time he reached her pinky and let his tongue play across the sensitive little pad, she had stopped trying to pull away, and just watched him with wide-eyed fascination.
Satisfied with her fingers, he moved to give her palm and wrist equal attention, then on up her inner arm. At her shoulder, a moment of indecision came over him; should he go up and taste her lips, or down to kiss her breasts? Rita took the decision out of his hands, though, and clasped her hands at the nape of his neck and drew him to her mouth, simultaneously drawing him up and over her.
Falon smiled against her lips allowed his tongue to taste. Her eager response quickly d
eepened the kiss and drew his hands to explore. He supported his weight with one elbow to free the other arm entirely and allow him greater access to her body. With limited use of his left hand, he threaded the fingers through her hair, letting the strands of black silk surround and take hostage.
The other hand slid down to cup her breast and tease the hardened nipple, drawing a moan from her. He left her mouth and kissed down her neck, determined to taste the treasure his fingers had discovered. His tongue flicked across the rosy, pebbled skin and Rita arched against his mouth, asking for more, while her nails raked his scalp to spur him on. Falon groaned with the strain of holding back the need.
Rita slid one hand between them and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and guided him over her and between her thighs. With the other hand, she rolled the condom she'd opened earlier over him. He would have preferred to wait on that a little, and relish the touch of her skin on his bare cock, but he wasn't into taking chances either. He moved to leave her breasts and kiss his way down over her belly.
She kept her fingers around his shaft and raised her legs to press her heels to the backs of his thighs. "I need you inside first."
He hesitated. Could she be ready from just a few kisses? "You're sure?"
She lifted her hips rather than reply, and brought her wet heat against the tip of his erection, and before he knew it, he was at her entrance. Happy to meet her demand, he pushed inside her, slow and careful, allowing her time to adjust to his size. Until she lifted her hips more and impaled herself, taking all of him in one stroke.
Falon hissed, struggling to hang on to enough sanity to keep from driving into her sweet body until he found his release, to hell with anything else. Finally he had enough control to draw back and thrust into her again and to find a rhythm that let him reach every part of her.
Already she begged him to go faster, to come with her. The inferno of her body flexed and contracted around him with every stroke, driving him to fulfil her wishes. Beyond waiting, he lost all sense of time, all rhythm, everything except the need to fill her and her need to have him. A white-hot explosion went off at the base of his spine and he sank into her one last time, while she tightened around him and cried out.
His breathing and pulse began to return to normal about the time the shame set in. How could he have been so selfish?
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Chapter Eleven
An exhilarated laugh escaped as Rita struggled to catch her breath. "Oh, my God, that was incredible."
Falon rolled to his side, still breathing hard, a slight frown across his brow, and laid the back of his finger against her cheek. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
Sorry? Why? "Of course I'm okay. Better than okay. Why wouldn't I be?" She turned to see him better.
"I wanted…" He shook his head a little. "Never mind. I just intended to take some time."
Did he think she hadn't been satisfied? She laid her hand along his jaw, liking the prickle of beard stubble. "Hey, you gave me exactly what I asked for, what I wanted, remember?" She turned more onto her side to see him better and make sure he understood. "Look, after we were interrupted earlier, I was ready. I couldn't handle foreplay or teasing, I just needed everything right away."
His frown cleared. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about the interruption, or that you might… I'd have taken care of you right away if I'd realized."
She chuckled a little. "Falon, you're sweet. And you did take care of me right away. As soon as I asked, you gave. Now, do me a favor?" She waited for him to nod agreement. "Don't worry so much. I'm really looking forward to more, and I'll be sure and tell you what I need when. Deal?" Again she waited and he agreed silently. "Now, I seem to remember making some sort of rash promise about feeding you. Besides, you're going to need the energy tonight."
A slight flush spread across his cheeks. A grown man who blushed? Apparently he wasn't used to such open talk about sex. Interesting. He smiled through the flush. "Is that a promise?"
Rita laughed outright. "Yes, it's a promise." She leaned up to brush her lips across his. "Last one to the shower comes last!" Another kiss, delivered with a resounding smack, served as a distraction while she got up and darted for the bathroom.
"No fair." He might object to the prize, or lack thereof, but he lost no time chasing after her. By the time she started the water, he climbed in behind her to stand close, touching. "Okay, maybe it's fair after all." He placed his hands on her hips and drew her back to let his half-hard cock nestle between her ass cheeks.
One hand slid down, fingers splayed wide across her mound, somehow applying the most delicious pressure. "Mmmm, I think I won." Down a little more and his middle finger dipped to tease at her clit. "Yeah, grand prize, right there."
Rita's head dropped back against his shoulder while the warm water managed to arouse every single nerve ending between her chin and ankles. A little more pressure on her clit made her hips arch for more. "Definitely winning."
Deft fingers separated her, exposing her clit to a more direct caress while a little groan vibrated through him. "I want you to get the soap and lather up. I want you all slippery so my hands slide over every sensitive spot.
The commanding tone promised good things if she obeyed. And she was going to earn every one of those things. The lathered up body wash turned the thick terry washcloth into a torture device in Falon's hand.
He started at her chin and slid it down her throat, then back up, and down across her chest to circle first one breast, then the other. He played, stroking and sliding over every part of her breasts, everything but her nipples, until they became so hardened with need the water droplets from the shower striking them sent little electric thrills through her. The hand between her legs slid up, over her belly, to cup one breast while he continued to tease the other.
She whimpered and arched as his erection slipped between her thighs to stroke her outer folds. Her own moisture eased him as needy flesh sought to bring him within. He let the washcloth fall and finally touched her nipples, lightly rubbing with slick fingertips that flooded her breasts with sensation and made them feel heavy and full, swollen with desire. Another whimper escaped as she tried to wriggle her way to the touch she so desperately needed.
Suddenly he turned her around and lifted her in one movement. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling. A sharp cry surprised her as her throbbing opening met the head of his hard-on. He gave one powerful thrust and filled her completely. A short pause allowed him to move them and brace her shoulders against the wall of the shower and free his hands.
He cupped her breasts again to roll her nipples between his fingers, and leaned back a little as he withdrew and entered. Looking down to where their bodies met, he groaned heavily and shuddered. "Look, Rita, we are so fucking beautiful together."
God, but he was right. His thick erection filled her perfectly. Even the condom he'd managed by himself while driving her insane didn't detract from the view. She moaned in agreement.
"Rub your clit for me." He increased the pace a little, timing his thrusts to meet the clenching of her body as she pulled him deeper.
She followed orders and brought her hand down between them. Her clit, already fully distended, would set her off in an instant, so she stroked to each side in an attempt to prolong the anticipation. At the same time, Falon's cock found a newly sensitive spot inside her, and her body stiffened while muscles clenched, gripping him hard. He drove into her, harder and faster, and deprived one nipple of his touch in order to bring his thumb to flick over her clit.
Rita's cry echoed through the bathroom over his deep growl and her body locked up except those strong inner muscles, and they rolled over him in endless waves and finally he slammed into her one last time. His cock throbbed hard and even with the condom she felt the scalding heat of his release.
Locked together in a private world of pleasure, even dragging air into her lungs seemed like a monumental task, and from the sounds of it, he had th
e same difficulty. Finally the spasms of pleasure decreased, and she let her feet slide to the floor. Falon continued to hold her close, sheltering her with his body.
He may have only protected her from the water of the shower, definitely not a danger. But his willingness to put himself between her and anything that might interfere with her pleasure made her feel incredible. Safe. The feeling was absolutely new to her. No man had ever assured her, simply by his presence, that nothing could harm her.
Damn, she must have gone insane from his loving, to think something like that. Just because he used his shoulder to block the water from getting in her eyes sure didn't mean he'd keep her safe from anything else. But the feeling wouldn't go away, despite the logic against it.
He caught his breath, but rather than move away, he bent to kiss her. "Are you okay?" Warm breath tickled along her jaw as he slid his mouth down to nuzzle at her throat.
"I'm a lot more than okay." Already, her body wanted more of him. A lot more. Odd that she could be so fully satisfied, and still hungry for more.
***
Falon sat at Rita's little kitchen table and watched her prepare food for them. Over his objections, she'd tied her hair back and dressed, although what she wore was selected as a concession to him. A pair of threadbare boxers with the waistband rolled down to her hips to keep them snug on her shapely ass tempted him more with every movement she made.
The equally threadbare wife-beater shirt fit like a second skin. With no bra under it Falon happily verified the results of a series of fascinating experiments. Rita's nipples were amazingly responsive and hardened visibly whenever he said anything even remotely referring to sex.
"You know I have a lot of things planned, right?"
She glanced at him over her shoulder from the stove, one brow raised in surprise. "You do? Like what?"
Falon smiled a little, pleased. She thought he meant general plans, instead of sexual ones involving her. "For one thing, I intend to taste every inch of you, from those cute toes, to the gorgeous ass, and from your perfect throbbing clit to your gorgeous pink nipples, right on up to that luscious mouth, and everything in between and around all those highlights." To his satisfaction, she stared at him with shock while her nipples grew tight and hard under his gaze.