by Melinda Minx
“My place is messy,” she stammers. “Can we--”
“I’m living in a temporary pad the MC loaned me. I don’t think that place has ever been clean. I know it’s hard to keep a place clean when you’ve got a kid. It’s something I should get used to. Besides, I’d like to see where you and Logan live.”
She nods and looks toward the bike. Her cheeks are red, and she’s gotten really quiet. She must be saving all her energy for when we get to her place. She won't be quiet for long.
I follow her directions, and we reach her place in under fifteen minutes. It’s a townhouse.
“Nice pad,” I say.
“I wanted to get a place in a good school district, so I had to get a smaller place.”
I nod. “Yeah, gotta think of the future.”
My cock swells as we near the door, and by now Jo is holding my hand, squeezing it. She wants it just as bad as I do, but she’s embarrassed to admit it.
She opens the door, and there are toys scattered all over the floor.
“Lucky kid,” I say. “Gotta have cool toys.”
“I spoil him. It’s just so cute to see him get excited about a new toy.”
“Yeah,” I say, “I know the feeling. It’s almost as exciting as when you get to play with an old toy that you haven’t touched in years.”
She looks up at me, face burning. “Did you just call me old?”
I laugh and hold my hands up. “Don’t twist my words against me, I was just saying it’s going to be real fun to play with you again. My favorite toy.”
“Oh,” so she says, smiling. “So I’m just a plaything to you? Is that it?”
“Look at you twisting those words even more! Cut me some slack.”
“And what if I do want to be your plaything?” she says. “What then?”
“Then we’ll play hard,” I say.
“And what if I haven’t...Stone, you were the last man I slept with.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Three years...shit! It’s been three years for both of us then. I sure as shit wasn’t getting any in prison.”
She bites her lip.
I’m going to bury myself so deep inside her, and I’m going to cum harder than I ever thought possible. My balls are going to pump her so full that she’ll overflow, and still she’ll beg for more.
I grab her and pull her into me. I squeeze her ass through her jeans, and her hot breath hits my neck. “God, Stone.”
I tear her blouse off and throw it onto the floor. She fumbles for her bra straps and runs from me, toward the bedroom.
I pull off my own shirt and throw it to the ground as I chase after her. A path of clothes form from the living room to the bedroom. I see her bra hit the floor, but I can only see her back.
She disappears into darkness as she enters the bedroom. I throw my belt down as I follow her, and I slide out of my pants before I enter the bedroom. I’ve waited three years already. I want to feel my skin against hers, I don’t want to fumble out of my clothes on the bed.
I enter the bedroom, which is pitch black, and I drop my underwear to the ground. My cock springs up, and I feel a hand grab hold of it. Joanna’s hand.
Jesus. My whole body shudders. I’ve been denied her touch for so long, and now her hand is wrapped around my rock-hard cock. It’s too good to be true.
Then her lips swallow the swollen head of my dick, and wrap tight around me. Okay, no, this is too good to be true.
I grunt as she tries to take in my girth, but fails. I feel her drool dripping down my shaft, and it soon hits my balls. God, I could just lean back and let this feeling wash over me, but no, I need to come in her pussy. You don’t wait three years to take one shot, and then hit the wrong target.
I pull her away. My eyes are adapted to the dark now, and I can see her look up at me, her knees still on the floor.
“You don’t want me to?” she asks.
“I want you on your back, legs spread.”
She bites her lip, and I snap. “Go!”
She jumps to her feet and falls back onto the bed. Her glorious tits sway and bounce as she lands, and when she pulls her legs back, I can’t resist.
I’m on her instantly, my lips pressing against her smooth pussy lips. She moans straight away, and I suddenly want nothing more than to make her come all over me.
I lick up and down her lips, and then I find her swollen clit. I apply gentle suction and run my tongue softly up and down it.
She screams, and then I hear the scream muffled. I look up and see her covering her face with a pillow.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” I say between licks. “Logan’s not going to hear you. He’s at Jane’s”
“God,” she says, voice heavy. “If he heard me scream the way you make me scream...he’d think I was dying.”
“A real good orgasm feels a bit like death,” I say. “It shakes you so deep in your core, and your senses heighten so much that your consciousness can become obliterated...at least for a moment.”
Joanna laughs “What? Are you suddenly some biker philosopher?”
“I like to go deep sometimes,” I say. “Real deep.”
I lick her clit and slide a finger into her. She moans and bucks her hips against me, and I slide a second finger in. She’s so wet that she might as well be begging for it. She’s tight as fuck, too, with only two fingers in. My thick cock is going to stretch her to the brink.
I slide my fingers in and out as I lick her and suck up her juices. I fucking love the taste of her. My cock pulses as I eat her out and finger fuck her tight, wet hole. I want her to come, but I want her to come all over my cock.
I pull away from her, and she lets out a pained whine. “Stone…”
I slide onto the bed and slap my cock against her soaked pussy. She moans and looks up at me with begging eyes.
I don’t have the patience left to tease her; I’d only be teasing myself if I waited another moment. I grab my hard rod by the base and guide it to her opening. I press in, and I feel her tight lips spread across my cock.
We both moan together as I slide deeper into her. Her legs wrap tight around me, and her heels dig into my muscular back.
I lick and suck on her nipple as I wait--my cock halfway into her--and she starts to push her hips against me.
“Stone! Please, fuck me!”
I bite her nipple and plunge my thick cock all the way inside her. Her hands slam against my back, and then I slam in and out of her. My cock is covered in her thick juices, and each time the urge to come rises up in me, I fight it back, through sheer power of will. I won’t let my load loose inside her until she’s coming hard all over my dick.
We lock eyes as I fuck her furiously, and soon her eyes roll back into her head, which makes me want to pump her even harder. I press my lips against her soft neck, and her big breasts squish against my sweaty body as I pump her for all I’m worth.
When she starts to moan louder and louder, and when her nails dig into my back, I know she’s finally about to come. My cock is so soaked in her juices that it wouldn’t have lasted much longer--our bodies are primed to come together--and soon her pussy walls are clenching tight against me. My balls slap hard against her as I penetrate deep with each thrust.
“Fuck, Stone, I’m cumming!” she screams, her nails drawing blood across my back.
I go faster, bucking my hips as if it’s my last night on Earth. A spike of adrenaline surges across me, and the oblivion I talked about earlier begins to overtake me. I wasn’t being a fucking poet, it’s just what happens to me when I come with Jo. As if I’d ever be able to forget that feeling. I had three years to dwell on it, to try to put it into words. But I’m no poet, and words fail me.
Every square inch of my skin becomes hypersensitive, and my body moves automatically, fucking Jo for all I’m worth as she drips come all over my stone-hard cock.
The rush hits my head, and I feel suddenly as if I’m flying. My balls and my cock heat up with a burning intensity, and the r
est of my body seems to fall away. This is the oblivion, the near loss of consciousness. Or maybe--I realize--my entire awareness is just transferring into my balls. I feel them clench up, and then release. I feel the thick cum blast through me, and sudden release and bliss pulses back up through my entire body, bringing me back slowly to reality.
I see Joanna’s face as we come together, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth wide open, screaming.
I pump into her as we continue to cum, but when the last blast has left me totally drained, I rest my head between her breasts, laughing.
I press my ear against her chest and hear her heavy breathing, and my cock twitches and slowly softens deep inside her. I can feel my seed dripping out of her, staining the sheets.
“Fuck, Jo,” I say, looking over the clock on her nightstand. “It’s almost midnight. We don’t have to pick Logan up until seven or so?”
“Yeah,” she says, still panting for breath. “Jesus, what’s your point?”
“I’ll be hard again in ten minutes,” I say, cupping her breast. “How many times do you think we can fuck before dawn?”
Six times. I could have gone more, but the life of a single mother is tough, and Joanna passed out after the last time she came.
Though I passed out right after that, so maybe I was more tired than I thought. Her alarm goes off at 6:30, and I jolt awake, realizing that it was all real. All of it. My son, my woman, the mind blowing sex. All of it.
I hit the alarm off. “You sore?”
“Yeah,” she says. “Your balls hurt?”
“My balls never get tired,” I say, grinning. “Want to get a quickie in before we--”
“No,” she yells playfully, slapping me away. “Jane and I both have work at 8, I need to get Logan off her hands and to daycare. Don’t you have…?”
Her voice trails off. She must not even want to think about all the shit I have to do. I let out a long sigh. Each time I came, my mind was wiped clean, and there was only me and Jo. Now that the sun is back up and we have to be apart, I’ll be right back in the harsh light of the desert, with Lenk and Tank and Luger breathing down my neck.
But those days are numbered. I’ll do what I have to, and I’ll get it all done. Soon enough I’ll be with Joanna and Logan all the time, keeping them safe and providing for them. Tony’s restaurant looked busy, and we go way back. I’m wondering if I can get him to invest in me. I can open my own garage, and Joanna won’t have to work. She can spend more time with Logan.
Yeah, I’ve got it all figured out. Even if Tony won’t invest in me, I can get a job at someone else’s garage. I can work my way up.
There’s just one speed bump left in my way, and his name is Lenk.
“He’s in the office,” Luger says, narrowing his eyes at me.
I grunt and walk by Luger, down the hall to the office. I knock, and I hear Lenk shout for me to come in.
When I open the door, I see his dirty boots up on the desk. Chuck’s desk.
“Stone,” he says. “Stone Harding. Tank says you passed the test.
“Yeah, you asshole,” I say. “I pulled the trigger.”
“Four times, too. You’ve still got fight in you.”
“Prison will do that,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Sit down, man, relax.”
I slide a chair over and sit down.
“So it’s prison?” Lenk asks. “That’s what’s got the fire burning so deep inside you?” He arches an eyebrow. “It’s not finding out that you’ve got a son? Logan.”
I resist the urge to ball up my fist. Lenk is watching me, but fuck him for saying my son’s name.
“I gotta provide for him,” I say. “I’ll do what it takes. That’s all.”
“Yeah,” Lenk says. “That’s what a man does, huh? Provides? I’ve knocked up a few dumb bitches in my day, but it was their own fucking fault for keeping it. I don’t give them shit, but if I ever found an old lady who I wanted to keep around...yeah, I’d provide. It’s what a man does.”
Fucking piece of shit. How many women has he left high and dry? He calls himself a man?
“I don’t want him thinking his father’s a deadbeat,” I say.
Lenk pulls his feet off the desk and bobs his head up and down. “You know I was taking care of you on the inside, yeah? If I thought you were serious about this lady and the kid, I’d have told you.”
“Yeah,” I say, voice dry. “Don’t sweat it.”
Like fuck you’d planned to tell me. And like fuck you didn’t know I cared about Jo. I hold everything back now because I know I’ll get him soon. Just not yet. I gotta play nice still.
“You can’t really blame yourself, you know? She didn’t even tell you? Shit, man, the moment some gold digger I knock up pops one out, she’s on me for money. But yours, nah, she didn’t even tell you, so you can’t feel guilty about that.”
I grunt. “Look, Lenk, I need to provide. That’s all.”
I considered playing it down, acting like I don’t care about Jo and Logan. But I know that wouldn’t work, that Lenk would see through it. He saw the fury in my face when he took her to the supply room, and he’ll never forget it. The smartest thing I can do now is show him a plausible reason I need money, hoping he’ll cut me in on something that I can bring him down for.
“I got you,” Lenk says. “A pretty girl like that and a nice kid, you know what they need? They need money. Money will keep them provided for better than some outlaw father, yeah?”
“Right,” I say. What’s he getting at?
“HIgh risk, high reward,” Lenk says. “Over in New Mexico, the feds just shut down a serious fucking operation. A lab five times bigger than anything we’ve got running here, and truckloads of product.”
“So…” I say. “You’re going to steal a truckload of meth from the feds?”
“Nah,” Lenk says. “The cartel’s gonna steal from the feds. We’re gonna jack it from the cartel. I ain’t dumb enough to steal from the feds.”
The cartel. Fucking shit. This plan is basically pulling your dick out, sticking it into a hornet’s nest, and pissing into the nest.
“A literal truckload of meth,” Lenk says. “And no, I’m not going to try to sell the whole load off in bulk. Too risky. Gonna split it all up, and then I’m going to use it to move into Nevada and Utah. If the MC wants to survive, we’ve gotta expand.”
I narrow my eyes. “It sounds fucking risky.”
“Oh,” Lenk says. “It is. We’ve got a few things on our side, though. First off, the cartel doesn’t know that we know. Once they’ve got the shit, they’ll have their guard down. You hit them hard and fast with a big crew, and each dude takes what he can carry and scatters. Some of our boys are gonna get caught, but most will make it out. The desert’s big.”
“I notice you’re saying ‘you,’ you want me playing a big role on this?”
“You’re leading this whole operation,” Lenk says, grinning. “I thought you wanted to provide? Leaders provide.”
“I can’t provide for my family if I’m in prison,” I say.
“You can,” Lenk says. “If you do the job, I’ll see to it that they are more than provided for while you’re locked up. And if the cartel kills you? Same deal.”
I scoff. “So it’s destined to fail, huh?”
That must be why he’s got me doing it. How am I going to bring this to Ramirez if Lenk isn’t even touching it with a 10-foot pole? If it were stealing from the feds, she might be able to turn it into some kind of set-up, but with cartel involvement? Forget it.
“No,” Lenk says. “It’s just a big risk. But big risk, big reward. If it succeeds, I’m making you president of the Utah branch. Why do you think I’ve worked so hard to keep you close? Yeah, you tried to fuck with me before, but it’s water under the bridge. You kept quiet about the shit when it counted, kept me in power. I need dickholes like Tank and Luger like I need guns and knives, but you’ve got a brain, Stone. I need you to expand the club.”
“If I’m locked up or dead,” I say, “then I’m not expanding shit.”
“If the raid fails, then we won’t have enough product to make a push into Utah. It’s all or nothing, Stone. You got the balls to go for it?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I got the balls.”
After I signal Ramirez, I head to the park, looping around a half-dozen times to make sure no one from the MC is following me.
Ramirez is sitting on a bench drinking coffee. I’m glad she’s got time to relax. I sit down on the bench beside her, but I don’t face her.
“What you got?” she asks. We both look straight ahead.
“We’ve got a timer,” I say.
“A timer?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Either I find something on Lenk before this big operation needs to go down, or I’m out.”
Now she looks at me, and anger flares across her face. “You don’t get to go out, Harding. What is the operation? You fucking do it.”
I scoff. “You think I didn’t read that fucking thing before I signed it? I know I can back out at any time and do the rest of my time. Three years looks a lot better than dicking with the cartel.”
Ramirez gives a dry laugh. “You’re smart, Harding, but you still think like an outlaw. With you on the inside, and with this information, I just tell the feds what’s going to happen. We set the whole thing up to catch Lenk red-handed with his hands on that meth. The risk to you will be very minimal.”
“Alright,” I say, crossing my arms. “I’m listening.”
15
Joanna
“It’s almost like riding a bike,” I say, guiding my horse to move up beside Stone.
He laughs. “Yeah, almost.”
Logan is holding tight to my waist as we ride, and Stone is doing a commendable job for a first-timer.
“So you move out to the Wild West, and after just a few years you’re some cowgirl?”
“You know there’s a lot of horse riding in Colorado, too, right? It’s not like I’d never encountered a horse before I moved out here.”