by A. J. Downey
“No, not yet.”
“You want I should read more?”
I wanted that he should kiss me. He must have read it in my face because he set the book aside and did just that. My heart was in my throat as his lips moved against mine and I closed my eyes again. For a man his age, he moved lightning fast, and pressed me back into the sheets, his hands at my hips, raising my nightgown, but after having listened to him – reading a romance no less‒ I was aroused. Wet and wanting, my nervousness waning when he didn’t make to uncover us or take off my clothes.
He knelt between my thighs and growled by my ear, “You want I should put on a condom?”
“What for?” I asked breathlessly. “Can’t get pregnant.”
“There’s other reasons for a condom, you know,” he murmured against the side of my neck.
“You got something I need to know about?”
“No.”
“Then shut up and get to fuckin’,” I ordered with a false bravado, but hey, fake it ‘til you make it, right?
I grasped his face between my hands and dragged his mouth back to mine. The head of his cock nudged against the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs for him. He nudged against my sex and I moaned, feeling like I would die if he didn’t get himself inside me sooner rather than later.
He wasn’t gentle, but he was restrained, if that made sense. He took me at my word and pressed into me, and it felt so good I pressed my body down to meet his upward thrust. I bit my bottom lip to muffle the cry that came out of me and he stilled. He looked down at me, sweetly and tenderly caressing my face, and asked, “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head and dragged his mouth to mine again, wrapping my legs around him under the tangle of blankets and sheets. He groaned into my mouth and thrust, and I moaned into his, right back.
Our breathing quickened, my pulse flashing like lightning, pushing the blood through my veins and vaporizing me from the inside out with pleasure as he found a steady drag and thrust that moved over everything important on the inside. The euphoria rose steadily, along with my hips off the bed, as I tried to meet him half way. His cock hit my cervix just right in that sweet flash of pain that dissolved like cotton candy on the tongue into an erotic bliss.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, my body tightening at the rough quality of his voice, full of lust and need. “Oh, yeah! Tighter,” he growled and I tensed my pelvic muscles even more for him. He groaned and drove into me that one final time that sent me sailing over the cliff. I cried out and held onto him as I felt like I was falling forever, and then I landed, the shock of it all overwhelming to the point that tears sprang to the corner of my eyes.
Dragon held me close, panting, making soothing noises, until my body stopped trembling beneath his. He chuckled when I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him with a desperate passion and when he pulled back just enough to see me, he winked and said, “Looks like I’ve still got it.”
I laughed and hugged him with my whole body, and said, “I’ll say!”
“There’s plenty more where that came from, Sugar, but we’ve got a long ride tomorrow. I don’t want to break you and I definitely want to save you for later.” He kissed me, and the way he swept his tongue against mine, the moan he let out, it was like he couldn’t get enough of me. Me, a little ol’ small town housewife and he’s treating me like a rare piece of candy to be savored and saved for later.
I don’t think I’d ever been treated like that before, in all the time I’d been married. It was visceral and very emotional for me, and of all the men in the world to make me feel that way…
“Talk to me,” he murmured, and swept a thumb through the moisture at the corner of my eye, near my temple.
“You really know how to treat a woman,” I whispered and he chuckled.
“Surprised?” he asked, and slid from my body with a shudder and a groan.
“It that awful of me?” I asked meekly, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
He chuckled again and lay back down next to me, his hand trailing over my nightgown, skittering up my inner thigh in a way that made me shiver before he cupped my pussy with his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You,” he said and slid his fingers where his cock had been moments before. I shivered and bit my lower lip. “I wanna watch you come for me,” he said and I swallowed hard.
“Didn’t you just?”
“Yeah, but I wanna see it again, and then, maybe again after that.”
“I thought you didn’t want to leave me sore.”
“Guess you better make this orgasm a good one, then.” His grin was wolfish and I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, I’d bitten off a little more than I could chew with the biker.
“I guess you better give me something to really come for,” I shot back and his smile grew.
“Challenge accepted,” he whispered and found that spot inside me with his fingers while he planted his thumb firmly against my clit.
Oh god, definitely more than I could handle.
He must have read it on my face because he put his lips against my ear and whispered, “Next time you tell me to get to fuckin’, maybe you’ll remember who’s in charge.”
I laughed then, and ‒ big mistake. The man was just as good with his fingers as he was his dick, and he wasn’t going to let up until I begged for him to stop.
17
Dragon…
“Watch where you’re goin,’ you fat old bitch!”
The young buck shoulder-checked Marcie comin’ out the diner’s front door hard enough to send her into a spin, her hip slamming painfully into the railing on the edge of the front stoop. I knew it hurt, because she cried out.
So did the young buck when he reached the bottom of the stairs and his face crashed into my fist. I’d cocked back and followed through beautifully. His jaws clacked together as he rocked back, lost balance, and went down on his ass on the steps leading up into our mid-way lunch spot.
Marcie jumped and cried out again, her hands flying to her mouth as I reached down and helped the boy up, clapping my hands down onto his shoulders, balling my fists into his lapels. I stood him up and brought him eye-to-eye with me.
“I do believe you just got owned by some instant karma here, boy. Now apologize to my lady.”
If he didn’t apologize, I was liable to belt him again. He glared at me, but with Trig stepping up at my back along with Reaver, he finally registered he was on the losing end here. Trig loomed, and the guy shrank in my hands.
He cocked his head and looked up in Marcie’s direction.
“Sorry, lady,” he mumbled.
I shook him, “‘Ma’am’, and you’d better do better n’ that.”
“Dragon ‒” Marcie started, and I silenced her with a look.
“No way, baby. You don’t get disrespected in my presence. That’s not how this life works. He disrespects you, he disrespects me; and I won’t be disrespected.”
I gave him a little shake and he swallowed hard, a knot already comin’ up on his jaw. He said, “I apologize, Ma’am. Please forgive me.”
“Ain’t her forgiveness you need, boy. It’s mine, and I ain’t the forgivin’ type. Get the fuck on outta here.” I tossed his ass in the direction of the lot, where several good ol’ boy pickups were backed into spaces and he stumbled. He caught himself and slunk through the gauntlet of black leather and angry men from the club. The women, to their credit, stood aside, subdued, wrangling their children.
Data took a picture of the boy getting into his truck and called out, “Got your license plate. Call the cops, they’ll never find your body,” he declared. Mali laughed and it was an evil sound. I matched it with a nasty smile.
“He ain’t gonna do shit,” I called. “He’s gonna take his lesson and get on with his life, ain’t yah, boy?”
He gave a nod, his face pale, and started up his truck and drove away.
“St
ill keepin’ the picture,” Data called back.
“Expect nothin’ less,” I said, and rubbing the knuckles on my hand, I turned back to Marcie. Her expression was clouded with some unnamed emotion and I went to her, hooking an arm around her shoulders I gave her a side-hug and put a quick kiss to her temple.
“You okay?” I asked, dropping my hand to her hip.
“Might be bruised in the mornin’, but I’m alright,” she murmured. I opened the diner’s door for her and she stepped through.
“Sorry you had to deal with that asshole,” I said.
“Didn’t have the chance,” she said, pointedly.
I chuckled and nodded, “You’re right, I didn’t give you the chance. I just reacted. I won’t apologize for it.”
“No, I don’t suppose you would,” she said, but she didn’t sound happy about it. I let it go, the mood suddenly tense between us. She still had a lot to learn about this life, about how we didn’t play by citizen rules. It wasn’t a conversation for a diner full of those citizens, nor was it a conversation for in front of my brothers. It was a conversation for between just me and her, so I let the tension between us slide, glad for it that no one seemed to notice it, with a mind to remedy it as soon as possible, once we got to the lake.
She was quiet in that way that told me I was damn sure in some hot water with her, but like me, she would wait until we was in private to discuss it. Despite being quietly angry at me, she was pleasant to everyone else. Maybe a little more so to the owners and waitstaff of the establishment we was dining in.
Before we got back on the road, I went back to take a piss and ran into my son coming out the john. He smirked at me and I grinned back and said, “Say what’s on yer mind, boy.”
“She’s heated; I am glad I am not you right now.”
I chuckled and shook my head, saying, “She ain’t that hot, but she do have the same look as yer mother.”
He leaned against the wall in the narrow hall and smiled, but it was edged in pain. He nodded and said, “The quieter she got, the more pissed she was.”
I nodded. “I think it’s just a female thing, ain’t specific to just one of ‘em.”
“I do believe you’re right. Sometimes it’s like they’re a whole other species.”
I laughed at that, and said, “To be fair, the fact that they get quiet and suppress things – I think that shit’s our fault.”
“My, how feminist of you,” he said, and grinned.
“It ain’t really. It’s just the goddamned truth.”
He scowled a little and nodded. “It makes sense,” he agreed. “Still ain’t going to figure out all their deal, though.”
I laughed. “Never. I wouldn’t even hazard a guess on half the shit they get up to or what they got going on in their heads.”
“It’s probably all our fault, somehow,” he smirked.
“Most of the time, yeah. All of the time? I think that’s a bit of a reach. Now get outta my way, I gotta piss.”
“Pipe getting leaky in your old age?” he asked, pushing off the wall.
“Keep talkin’ like that, son, your balls are gonna be shoved so far into your body cavity you ain’t ever gonna have to worry about ‘em gettin’ saggy.”
He trailed up the hall laughing his ass off, and I went in and did my business.
She was quiet, with a tight-lipped smile when I got out to the bike. Climbed on behind me without a word and cuddled up to my back, so she was miffed, but cooled off enough from her mad.
I’d figured as much, but I still wasn’t lookin’ forward to the talk.
Who knew? Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad. If it were Tilly, I’d have just fucked her brains out and that would have been the end of it, but Marcie wasn’t Tilly, and Marcie wasn’t the type to let sex distract her.
I shouldered the bags and reached a hand out when we parked at the lodge. She hesitated for only a second, her expression softening into something like hurt, and took the hand I offered. I brought it to my lips and kissed it firmly, and without a word to the rest, led her around the side of the main lodge to the path leading down to the cabin. She followed me, and I warned her to watch her step when I found one of the pavers of one of the steps in the path was loose.
Mad at me or not, I wasn’t the type of asshole that wouldn’t take care of his woman. I never had been and I never would be.
When we reached the cabin that served as home base for the officers and their women on Lake Run, I dragged the old, creaky screen door open and ushered her into the living room. She looked it over, and smiled, charmed, and I led her to the first room across from the entryway and through the door. She shut it behind us and I waited her out, patiently,to let her have her say.
“I can take care of myself, you know,” she said finally, and she sounded offended.
I nodded.
“I know that, Sugar, and I would have let you handle it, if he’d left it at words. He didn’t; he shoved you, and so he needed put in his place.”
“Just like that?” she asked.
I nodded, “Just like that. He disrespected you past what any of me or mine could tolerate and I’m tellin’ you, he got off easy.” I went to her and rested my hands gently on her hips and brought her in close. “I know you can take care of yourself, baby. Trust me on that. What I did wasn’t because you couldn’t, what I did was because you shouldn’t have to. Not with me around to take care of you.”
She searched my face, her blue eyes wide and turning slightly glassy with unshed tears. It hurt me, surprisingly deep, that she’d felt all alone for so long. I’d gathered that her ex was apathetic on a good day, but Goddamn. No woman who is with any kind of real man should be assaulted and verbally abused in front of him and still have to handle the situation on her own. That shit just wasn’t right. Of course, I could be off-base, judging a man and a situation I knew nothing about… but I didn’t think I was too far left or right of the centerline on this one.
“I ain’t used to anyone lookin’ out for me,” she said, her voice holding a fine tremble to it.
I smiled and kissed her sweet, whispering against her lips, “Good thing I’m stickin’ around for you to get used to it, huh?”
“Whatever shall I do?” she whispered back.
I grinned slyly against her lips.
“Can start with a ‘Thank you’.”
Her lips curled against mine and she giggled, her breath fanning warm against my lips. She asked me, “And what form would you like that ‘Thank you’ to take?”
“Preferably, one where yer on your knees with my dick in that soft mouth of yours.” I pressed my thumb against her bottom lip and with her sultry bedroom gaze she lapped at it with her tongue. Fuck, that was some hot shit. My cock went from zero to sixty in less than half a second.
She stared me in the eye, all trace of shyness gone from her as she went for my chaps. She worked the front of ‘em open, then went for the belt underneath, her deft fingers peeling off the layers until she was stroking me, her fingers gentle but firm around my shaft.
She lowered herself to the edge of the bed, leading me around by the balls, which she fondled perfectly with her other hand, and without much fanfare, took the head of my cock between those silky soft lips and plunged her wet, hot mouth over me, taking me all the way into the back of her throat.
That shit was damn near porn-star perfect and sexy as hell. I closed my eyes and threw back my head while her perfect mouth worked my cock, and shuddered, damn near losing my mind when she moaned around it, the vibrations of that sultry sound shaking me to the core, rocking my world.
“Up, get up,” I gasped in a strained voice.
She released my cock from her mouth with an adorable little ‘pop’ and stood up. I made quick work of getting her pants and panties down and spun her around, shoving her over the bed, forward onto her hands. I let my fingers delve into her velvet folds and found her wet and wanting. She moaned and ground her pussy back onto my hand, but I wanted my dick there
. If she was gonna fuck me, I was gonna get something out of it, too.
I thrust into her tight wet heat and I wasn’t gentle about it. She gasped, sharply and moved forward to ease things some, but once I was in all the way, she rocked her hips back to take me in further. I smiled and said, “Hang on, baby, I’m takin’ you on the ride of your life.”
I fucked the shit out of her. By the time I really got going, I discovered there was more than just her blowjobs that was porn-star perfect about her. She really let go this time, her fingers gripping the quilt on the bed with one hand, the other she slicked through her wetness and teased her own clit while I pounded into her from behind. Each thrust dragged a ragged gasp of breath out of me, each sharp report of my flesh against hers whipped me into a deeper frenzy. Each cry, each moan that she let out, drove me into a pure sort of madness that made me want to give her more.
I guess I was wrong. I guess sex worked just fine when it came to Marcie Lanham and taking her mind on to other things.
18
Marcie…
It was beautiful here. The boys in the club were rowdy, exuberant, and insistent that everyone join in the fun, but no one seemed to mind none when I took myself down to the little beach and walked a bit away from everybody. The sun was setting, the fiery pinks and oranges reflected in the rippling waters, as I dug my toes into the smooth pebbles and sand of the lakeshore and I just took a moment of peace for myself. I wasn’t a partier, never really had been, and sometimes I just needed to take a breather for myself.
I closed my eyes and listened to the water lap the shore, and remembered when my kids were just kids, probably five or six, how we’d gone all the way out to South Carolina to see some distant relatives of Bobby’s for some family reunion. The sun was shining; it was a rare day, the girls were actually getting along. the two of them crafting sandcastles and decorating them with bits of pretty rock they found and the occasional seashell. I’d lounged in the sun reading, and Bobby had brought me the occasional glass of lemonade and had just let me read. It was one of my most favorite and cherished memories and I had to say, standing here like this, right now, I had the same sense of calm peacefulness. The same sort of all-was-right-with-the-world kind of satisfaction that I’d found was all too rare for me.