Touchdown Desires

by Jenna Payne

  “I want you to fuck me, Ben,” I tell him. “I need you to fuck me. I need it hard and fast and dirty.”

  As soon as the words fall from my lips, I hear a growl come up from deep in Ben’s throat. The next moment, he grabs hold of my waist and shoves me back onto the couch pillows.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he asks. He’s straddling me and he brings his hand up to my breast lightly, teasingly, touching it through the shirt fabric.

  “You want me to pound into you so hard that you come shaking and screaming my name?” he asks. His hands move underneath my shirt. Now I can feel him cupping both of my breasts against my bra.

  “Ye-yes, Ben,” I gasp. “Please.”

  He smiles and leans down, whispering into my ear.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

  One hand moves from my breast and dips down to my pants. He unbuttons them and I move to shake them off my hips and legs. We repeat the movement with my shirt.

  Soon, I’m lying on the couch, exposed and naked before him.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters pulling away slightly to gaze at my body. I feel my eyes widen and my cheeks color. I’ve never been called beautiful before. Jake used to call me ‘sexy’ or ‘hot’, but beautiful was a word he never used.

  “You don’t know, do you?” Ben says as though he’s read my thoughts. “You really have no idea how fucking perfect you are.”

  He pushes himself away from me on the couch and stands. I make a sound of disappointment and confusion before I see him slowly take off his shirt, revealing perfectly tanned washboard abs. His pants and boxers follow.

  Now, he’s standing naked in front of me. Every bit as vulnerable as I am.

  “Let me show you just how beautiful you are,” he says moving back to the couch.

  The next thing I know, I’m gasping as his tongue swirls around the nipple of my breast. I let out a desperate moan as his hand moves between my thighs and touches me…there…just there….

  Suddenly, I’m gasping and laughing and trembling and moaning and...

  “Oh, fuck,” I scream as pressure builds inside of me. “Oh, God! Ben!”

  He looks up at me and our eyes meet as I come; shaking and panting around his fingers.

  There are more moans after that. More ‘oh, Gods’ and ‘holy fucks’ from both him and me. Just as I asked, he pounds into me. He fucks me hard. He bites, and sucks, and licks places on my body that haven’t been touched in so, so long.

  It is amazing to feel the touch of a man again. But, I can’t help but think that, with Ben, it’s more than that. It isn’t just fucking. There’s something else behind it. Something sweet and romantic that has never been there with Jake. It’s something like love.

  When we both finally collapse, exhausted, he pulls me back into his chest and the feeling is there. The feeling that I am untouchable. That, as long as I am here in Ben’s arms, nothing can get to me.

  “You can go to sleep now, Ali,” he whispers to me a while later. “You’re safe here.”

  And, as I close my eyes, with a smile on my face, I know that is true.

  *****

  I wake up to a dead fire. The roaring blaze that filled the hearth and the whole room last night has been reduced to ash and cinders.

  Ben must’ve put it out.

  Ben.

  I smile when his name comes to mind. I look down at my waist and see his arms curled protectively around my middle. I crane my neck around until I’m looking at his face.

  His eyes are still closed, and his hair is tangled around his peacefully sleeping face. His lips are curled up in a small smile. I feel a smile grace my own features.

  In spite of everything that happened yesterday, and the day before that, I can’t help but feel my heart swell with joy. Unable to stop myself, I lean down and kiss Ben’s lips.

  He’s still for a moment, then I see his smile widen and his eyes open to face me.

  “Hey beautiful,” he mutters.

  “Hey yourself,” I say. He pulls me down for another kiss. This one lasts much longer and reaches much deeper. Soon, his hands are tangling in my hair and I feel the same stirring in my abdomen as I felt last night.

  As I press my naked body into his, I’m sure I feel him begin to stir as well. That thought makes me smile into his lips.

  I know I want to stay here, like this, happy and safe in Ben’s arms for as long as I can.

  Suddenly, the rumble of an engine outside the door causes both Ben and me to freeze where we are. I feel his shoulders become tense and alert as he pulls away from me and lifts himself to look at the front door.

  The rumble gets louder. It sounds as though there are three or four motorcycles coming down the lane towards the house.

  “Are you expecting anyone?” I ask hopefully. “I mean, was Mike or Bill supposed to come?”

  My heart sinks when he shakes his head no. The pleasure of lying next to Ben is quickly replaced by an anxious fear that reaches all the way through my diaphragm.

  I listen closely. I can hear that the engines are idling outside the door.

  Ben untangles himself from me and hops to his feet. As soon as he does, I hear three engines rev in unison outside. That sound alone tells me that this is not a friendly greeting.

  I follow Ben’s example and dress as quickly as I can. Once Ben has put his clothes on, he moves to the cabinet where the wine was stored. This time, he reaches to the top and grabs hold of a rifle.

  I hurry to pull my shirt over my head as he takes the gun to the door. My heart is pounding in my ears when he turns back to me.

  “There’s a back door right down the bedroom corridor,” he says. “If you hear gunshots, go outside that way.”

  My heart is in my throat now. Unable to speak, I nod. As soon as I do, he opens the door, his weapon drawn.

  I hold my breath as I listen quietly to the voices outside. They begin too soft to hear. Then they grow louder. Soon there are shouts.

  “Don’t fucking lie to us!” one says. “We know she’s in there!”

  “Prove it!” Ben yells back.

  It goes on in this vein for several minutes. I nearly jump to through the ceiling when I hear the sound I’ve been waiting for. The sound I’ve been dreading.

  The loud bangs of several gunshots fill the air outside. Not hesitating, I rush down the corridor and outside.

  I regret it as soon as I do.

  When I reach the steps, a large arm reaches out and catches me forcefully by the waist pulling me towards him. When I feel the blade at my throat, I don’t have to guess who’s behind me.

  “Hello, Ali,” Jake whispers in my ear. “I told you not to run. You’re just making it harder on yourself.”

  The blade presses close to my throat. I imagine it cutting into me. I imagine watching the blood leak out of my body as I slowly lose consciousness.

  My body tells me to fight and struggle against him, but I know it’s no use. Ben is out front, probably either dead or seriously hurt. No one else will come to help me.

  With that defeated thought, my shoulders slump and I lean into the blade at my throat.

  “Do it then,” I tell Jake defiantly. “If you’re going to kill me just get it over with.”

  The blade presses closer. It’s so close that it starts cutting off my airway. Suddenly, I’m gasping for breath.

  “I’m not going to do that yet, Ali,” Jake whispers. The hand holding me against his chest suddenly moves up to my breast and gives it a painful squeeze. I try to yell, but no sound comes out.

  “First,” Jake whispers, “I’m going to fuck you hard like the little whore you are. Then I’ll tear you straight down the middle. How does that sound?”

  The idea of Jake touching me again. Of Jake…doing that to me is ten thousand times more disturbing than simply dying right here. Finally, I give into my body’s instinct to fight. Still gasping, I reach my leg back and with all the strength I have in me, kick
him hard in the shin.

  He lets out a gasp of pain and his hands move away from me. I don’t waste any time. I run straight for the trees in front of me.

  It’s not long before I hear his pounding steps coming after me. I don’t look back. I keep running and don’t stop until I see a dock and a lake in the distance.

  My heart races as I continue to run towards the water. Even thinking that I am trapped doesn’t stop me.

  I run all the way across the wooden dock and dive into the water. It is freezing cold and I gasp as it hits my body. A moment later, I look back to see Jake running for the dock

  Immediately, I begin to swim as fast as I can towards the other side. It’s not fast enough.

  Jake dives in and before I know it, his hands are on me again. He grabs hold of my arm and suddenly, I’m under water.

  I feel my arms flailing. My mouth opens trying to gasp for air, filling with cold, rapid water. I feel Jake’s hand holding me down. I try to push against him, my body becoming weaker with every attempt.

  Soon, I feel my entire being shutting down. I struggle against the desire to close my eyes, the desire to go limp. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out when I hear it.

  My ears catch the sound of a rifle shot, muffled by the flow of the water. Suddenly, I feel Jake’s hand move from my head. His hand around my shoulder goes limp.

  With the last ounce of strength I possess, I shove myself up to the surface where my lungs fight and gasp for the air they need.

  I feel my eyes opening my strength coming back to me. The first thing I see is Jake, face down in the water. The ripples beneath him have turned red with his blood and a bullet hole gushes from the back of his head.

  I look up to the dock to see Ben standing at the edge rifle in hand, still pointed at the spot where Jake once stood.

  Ben is here. I’m safe.

  That’s the last thought I have before the world goes dark.

  *****

  It’s been three days since the whole Jake affair. I’ve stayed up here in the cabin ever since. Ben’s stayed with me.

  Mike took the fall for Ben on the shooting of the Raider’s outside the cabin that day as well as Jake’s death. Ben told him not to but Mike insisted.

  “When they hear what happened, they can’t call it anything but self-defense,” Mike said. “I’ll get community service at most. Besides, I’ve never been in trouble with the law before.”

  Mike was so insistent that Ben relented. Mike also insisted that I get out of town. Ben backed him up on this.

  The Raiders would wait a while before starting anything again. But these kinds of clubs stay loyal and they have very long memories. Ben and Mike both say I’m not safe here.

  I can’t say I disagree with them. I know I’ve got to leave. And, to tell the truth, I won’t be sorry to put this little town behind me. I only wish I weren’t going alone.

  I asked Ben to come with me. Last night I practically begged him.

  “They’ll be after you as much as me,” I said. “Isn’t it just as dangerous for you to stay here.”

  “The guys’ll take care of me,” he answered referring to The Gators. “Besides, they’re my club. I can’t just up and leave them.”

  “But, you can just up and leave me?” I asked sullenly, glaring at him with my arms crossed.

  “Come on, Ali,” he said, “it’s not like that.”

  “Isn’t it?” I asked.

  He kept insisting that we could do long distance. That we could work it out with him here and me somewhere else. But I know I don’t want to do that.

  If I’m going to leave this town, it’s got to be a clean break. I’ve got to start a new life. And that new life can’t have any baggage.

  All the same, an empty hole seems to whistle through my heart as I pack my things. I know why it’s there. And I know it’ll take a long time to fill.

  I’d thought…I’d hoped that Ben would want to start this new life with me. I’d hoped that we could drive off into the sunset together.

  But, I guess that was stupid of me.

  If I know one thing about bikers, it’s that they’ll choose their Club over everything else. Even over love.

  Maybe it’s time for me to give up the bad boy biker fetish. After all, it hasn’t worked out well for me with either candidate. Maybe bad boys are overrated. Maybe in the next town, I’ll find a nice accountant who won’t cause any trouble.

  Snorting derisively at that idea, I take my small backpack out to the living room. Ben’s sitting on the couch on the phone.

  “Sure, thanks man,” I hear him say before he hangs up. As soon as he does, he turns to me.

  “That was Mike,” he says. “He called to say they can bring your car up here if you like.”

  I shake my head.

  “I’ll get a new one when I get to Santa Fe,” I tell him. I’ve got a bus ticket to Santa Fe, New Mexico in my purse. Somehow, it feels heavier than all the rest of my things combined.

  “How’ll you get to the bus depot?” he asks.

  “I’ll call a Uber,” I tell him.

  “You could do that,” he says slowly. “Or…I could take you.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell him.

  “Not even if I get on the bus too?” he asks.

  I stare at him wide eyed for a moment. His mouth suddenly twists up into a grin.

  “I…I thought we talked about this,” I tell him. “You said you didn’t want-”

  “Forget what I said,” he tells me. “I was being an idiot.”

  My heart begins to hammer with joy and the hole in the pit of my stomach begins to fill.

  “Do…do you mean you’d give up the club?” I ask.

  “Not really,” he says. “I’ll still be a Gator. And there’s an affiliate branch in Santa Fe.”

  He walks slowly closer to me. I stand rooted to the spot.

  “Turns out,” he says, “there are dozens of Gators all over the country.”

  He lifts his hand and touches my cheek. Instinctively, I lean into his hand, my gaze never leaving his bright, dark eyes.

  “But, there’s only one Ali,” he says.

  I feel a bright smile work its way to my face. A second later, he’s kissing me. Softly, deeply, passionately.

  I move my arms around his shoulders and press into him. Maybe bad boys aren’t so overrated after all.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 31 of 40

  Three of a Kind Desires

  Damsel in Distress

  Laura Ranger had come to Las Vegas looking for excitement and adventure. But she was not sure this was the kind she had been looking for.

  “Look gentlemen, I won’t be able to serve you further. I have to cut you off,” she told the three drunk men in the VIP room. She was used to guys getting frisky. She served drinks in a casino after all, but this was getting out of hand.

  “Ya hear that Mark? She says she can’t serve us anymore,” said the overweight man named James.

  Mark, the handsome one laughed. “I think she is gonna serve us alright!”

  He reached out to grab her and she moved back, but he got a hand full of her uniform vest and blouse. James and the third man Harry moved closer. Laura jerked backwards as hard as she could and the buttons ripped off of her vest and blouse, opening her clothes down the front. Laura kicked out connecting with Mark between his legs. He went down cursing and let go of her clothes. She staggered back and got the door open as James grabbed her vest from behind and she wiggled out of it stumbling into the hallway, running into a man in a tuxedo and they both fell to the ground.

  “Help! They’re attacking me!” she cried out, struggling to get to her feet. She heard cursing and a few thumps and by the time she got turned around, leaning against the wall of the hallway, security came running up. She saw a second man in a sports jacket holding James in an arm lock while the other two drunks were trying to look like they had not been doing anything wrong. Laura tugged her
blouse together over her exposed lacey bra, blushing. Fortunately, she knew the security chief who had arrived.

  “The police are on the way. Thank you gentlemen for intervening,” Jason, her friend, told her two benefactors.

  “Not a problem. We were passing by and heard someone cry out. Then the door came open and this lovely lady stumbled out followed by these rascals,” said the man in the jacket. He was a handsome man, standing just under six feet with brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. The man she had knocked down was straightening his tux and was equally handsome, but clean shaven with black hair. He was a little taller than his friend.

  “I am Mr. Brock Wainright and this is Jack Norton. We are available for whatever you need to make sure these thugs get what is coming to them,” he told Jason. Laura was as startled as Jason looked. She had heard word of a new customer named Wainright. He was supposed to be a billionaire businessman who was in town for a week. The casino employees were told who to look out for to make sure they got especially good treatment. Laura looked from one man to the other, wanting to remember every feature so she would recognize them around the casino. It turned out that would not be a problem.

  After assuring them she had not been hurt, Laura spent the next hour in a security room telling them what happened. They went over it three times and it matched what they could see on the security tapes. By then, the three “VIPs” had been hauled off to jail for assault and she assured the police she would press charges. She was told to come to the station in the morning to fill out the paperwork. As she left the security offices she was surprised to find Mr. Wainright and Mr. Norton waiting for her. She was glad Jason had got her a replacement blouse so she did not look so torn up.

  “Hello, Miss Ranger. I wanted to invite you to dinner with us. I am sorry about what you had to go through and realized if it was me, I would be hungry,” he said with a devastating smile. She glanced over at Jason and he gave her an okay signal. The two men checked out.

  “That would be delightful Mr. Wainright. I would like to join you and you friend. If I could have a moment to change out of my uniform I can meet you in the dining area,” she told them with a hesitant smile. She was not normally a woman who was hesitant about anything, but this man was reputed to be amazingly rich and exciting. They both smiled and agreed. When they had left, Laura turned to Jason.