by Wade, Cara
“No!” Marco was heard flinging a chair across the room. “You told them to get rid of it. Ain’t no bruised ribs and broken arm reason enough to end a pregnancy. I ain’t as stupid as you think. And your doctor told me to look into some facility to get you checked out since all three of your abortions were voluntary. He thought you was crazy and didn’t know what kind of cunt you really are. But I don’t like them damn head doctors so I let you stay around here. I figure if you keep busy enough you won’t let that crazy shit out of ya. But if you talk about killing my babies one more time, I’m liable to knock every single one of your teeth out. I don’t give a fuck no more.”
Whitney thought now was as good a time as any for them to burst in. With Julian close behind, they saw Marco with his hand gripping Tara’s neck so tight her face was almost as bright a red as her hair. He let her go and she dropped to the ground. Marco stormed out of the office without an apology or an explanation.
“You okay?” Julian asked, but there was a coldness in his voice, she hadn’t expected.
“Fine,” Tara, huffed picking herself up and straightening out her clothes. “So how much of that did you hear?”
“Enough” Whitney said. “Do you know what you did to me?”
“I don’t care. And that will always be the difference between you and me, Whit. You care far too much about what other people think about you.”
“Well at least I have people that care about me,” she shot back. “You’ve isolated the one guy you always wanted to be with, and for what?”
“So he couldn’t love anyone more than me,” she snarled. “All Marco talks about is not wanting babies, but it seems like I’m the only one he can get pregnant round here. Don’t you dare feel sorry for me. I’ll be alright and I’ll calm him down. You just stay the fuck away from us!” Tara screamed and stormed out.
“Wow,” Julian shook his head.
“Don’t act all surprised now, you’re the one who slept with her.” Whitney joked.
“Yeah but that was before the…you know,” he crossed his eyes and twirled his index finger in a lock of her hair. “She’s really out there, huh?”
“Yeah,” Whitney said, suddenly feeling bad for her. She didn’t care what Tara said, she couldn’t help but pity her. Tara was only a year or two older than she was, but had already bound herself to Cedar Breeze. Marco would go crazy and kill her one of these days, or maybe that’s how their relationship worked. It no longer mattered to her that she knew she was in a relationship with Julian. It appeared as if she had some bigger issues to deal with.
“So, I’m guessing you’re not mad at me anymore?" she asked.
Julian shook his head, “I’m a little upset with you, but I realized I’m madder at myself for letting Tara manipulate me, and you, the way she did. She’d told me before she only wanted to be with me cuz she thought I was gonna hold a position in the club, and I should have believed her. She tried changing me to be the next Marco, but when she saw that wasn’t happening, she moved on to the real thing.”
“Well I’m kind of glad she did,” she giggled.
“Me too,” Julian told her. “Just promise me you’ll be completely honest with me from now on.”
“You have my promise, and my heart.”
The way his lips pressed against hers, sent a shiver down her spine. Their tongues tasted each other, making up for time lost. Julian stopped for a moment, staring into her eyes, “So how about we go back to my place and pick up from where we left off last night?”
Whitney wanted nothing more as they left the bikers to their business. Julian and Whitney headed back to his house where they ended up in bed together. Clothes off and bodies pressing together, Whitney kissed Julian like they never kissed before. Everything was out in the open. Her inhibitions were banished.
The feeling of his hand gripping her neck, tilting her head up, so he could plunge his tongue deep into her mouth sent chills down her spine.
The noises of their bodies coming together as they rolled around his mattress, filled the air. But there was no way she was going to let him take charge this time.
Whitney pushed Julian back onto the bed. Landing on his forearms, he propped himself up and she spread his knees wide so her eyes could take in every inch of him. He was long and wide. Taking him in her hands, Whitney began to stroke Julian so that he’d reveal his full erection. The moans and groans escaping his lips let her know she was doing a great job.
Her hands travelled up and down his cock slowly before she brought her mouth to the very tip and flicked her tongue across it. The smoothness of his head was inviting as she circled her lips around the tip. She worked her tongue over his cock. She flicked and sucked until Julian was grabbing at the sheets, flexing his legs, and curling his toes. She knew he’d be doing everything in his power not to come before he’d had a chance to get inside of her.
One day she’d use her mouth to make him come before he could feel the soft sensations of her walls. But today, she wouldn’t play. Instead, she lowered her mouth all the way down to the base before pulling back slowly, letting her tongue curve around the vein running underneath his shaft. He closed his eyes and let her do as she pleased.
With a loud slurp and pop, she pulled back and began positioning herself on top of him. She grasped his shoulders, while Julian held her hips steady. Sliding down onto his throbbing cock felt like home to her. There was no other place she’d rather be.
Once she could feel every inch of him buried inside of her she began to rotate her hips. Slowly but surely working up her walls moistness. It didn’t take long before Julian’s eyes zeroed in on her juices, her sweet nectar coating his length as she slid up and down.
He grabbed her hips and then moved his hands down to palm her ass cheeks, spreading them so he had more room to move into her. He thrust his hips up while she pushed down. They met in the middle for her first orgasm of the day.
Trembling, Whitney blew out a deep breath as he rolled her over onto her back. She watched him pull his cock out of her, undoubtedly to give himself enough time to prevent him coming sooner than he wanted. Without hesitation, Julian buried his face between her thighs. She came all over his tongue while he suckled on her clit. His tongue traced the creases between her folds before diving into her slit. He tasted her juices coating his tongue. He tasted every ounce of her pleasure spilling onto his mouth. Her fingers grazed his scalp and locked onto his hair as he moved his face up and down, side to side, against her pussy. There was no relief for Whitney as he worked his mouth in similar fashion to the way she worked hers. Maybe he was playing the game and she didn’t realize it. If he was, she would have lost by now.
Pulling away from her, his chin glistened in the early afternoon sunlight peeking through the curtains. He smiled. “You ready for me?”
“Always,” she said licking her lips. He plopped down on top of her with a chuckle, stopping himself just before he landed on top of her chest. He lowered himself down onto her body, slowly and then slid inside of her body.
Just as Whitney opened her mouth to speak, he put his finger up to her lips. “Let me handle this part.”
Whitney nodded silently and let him do just that. He pumped himself inside of her with every stroke building momentum. At one point he held one thigh in his hand while he anchored his other into the bed. He rolled his body into hers so they both could enjoy the sight of him moving in and out of her. His abs flexed as she ran her fingers down his stomach.
Pulling him down to her, she wrapped her legs around his torso as Julian continued to move. The sounds of her wetness splashing with every movement made her nipples harden even more. He took one of them into his mouth while she clawed at his back. There was nothing more important in that moment than chasing their climax. So they chased it together, until it finally happened.
A day of sexual escapades and relaxation followed until they were both too exhausted to continue. The moon was out by the time they were finished. There was a pitcher of wat
er on the nightstand, and a damp washcloth. The sheets would have to be changed and the windows needed to be opened. The room stank of sex.
“I can’t believe we spent all day in bed,” Whitney laughed.
“I can,” Julian smiled hazily. “We gotta get as much in as possible if you’re going back to school next week.”
“You know I’m barely an hour away, and that’s by bus. If you come and visit, I’m sure you can get to me in a half hour,” she said.
“Really? The way you never came home, I would have thought your school was across the country. Don’t do that anymore either,” he told her, kissing her temple.
“I won’t,” she promised, “You ain’t gotta worry about me. I’m not running away anymore. You’re stuck with me now.”
“There’s no place or person I’d rather be stuck with.” He kissed her again.
The sounds of the Shadows riding by interrupted their moment. They hooted and hollered like they were after someone. Of course, there couldn’t be a perfect ending to their day. Cedar Breeze didn’t belong only to them. But at least, Whitney and Julian now belonged to each other.
THE END
= Bonus Book 2 of 9 =
Dangerous Bikers
Every muscle in Jessica’s body ached. The long nights at the bar were starting to take their toll on her, and Jessica could not remember when last she had had a decent night’s sleep, let alone any time to herself. She stretched her back with a sigh, and went back to stacking glasses onto the rack above her head. Her body screamed in protest, but she still had several hours left to go before it was closing time– if closing time was early. Sometimes the patrons in the bar that she worked in would stay until the early hours of the morning, and Jessica had to stay right along with them.
A roar of laughter drew her attention to the group on her left. They were a little way away from the bar, but Jessica could tell that they had had a few drinks too many. They were laughing and joking, but Jessica found herself bracing for a fight that would no doubt erupt tonight. Working at a bar frequented by bikers had its perks. She was paid fairly well, so long as she kept her mouth shut and did her work. The high bar room brawl rate was definitely not one of those perks, though, and Jessica found herself longing to be back at home and in bed.
As Jessica moved to check inventory behind the bar, she found her thoughts drifting back to the past year, as they often did when the nights were a little quieter. After all, she wouldn’t be in this bar if it was not for the hell of a year she had had. Bitterness rose in her chest, twisting into her core and making her feel sick. Anger bubbled just below the surface, but Jessica did what she could to quell it. It was difficult, though, when she was stuck working long hours because of her dead-beat ex-husband.
Her relationship with her husband Kevin had started out well enough, a romantic fling that had quickly lead to something more, something exciting and breathless and sexy. He had swept her off her feet and Jessica, welcoming the break from the endless days at work, had embraced it.
The wedding had been a gorgeous affair and the honeymoon had been golden, taking place in a little coastal town not far from the city. It had been charming and idyllic, and life had seemed destined to continue along that path.
It wasn’t until a few years later, that the cracks had begun to show. It had happened slowly, gradual little steps that spoke of them drifting apart. Less time in the bedroom, less time talking, less time together. More excuses, more arguments, less compromises. Jessica had been desperate to fix the marriage and restore what once was, but he had shown little interest in her efforts.
After what seemed like a lifetime of wondering and waiting, Jessica had found signs of the affair. Upon confronting him, he had done little to deny it, and Jessica had felt her life crumble around her. Deserted, left alone and behind, Jessica had been left to pick up the pieces of what was once a happy home.
Her career was going nowhere in a hurry, and to make matters worse, Kevin had not only walked out on her, but he had walked out on everyone else. Jessica could still remember the day that the mailbox seemed to overflow with bills that Kevin had not wanted to deal with, bills that Jessica had not known he had. Bills that left her stranded and panicked, because who else was going to pay for them? Kevin had no family, and Jessica wasn’t much better off.
Who else would be expected to pay for him, if not her, his wife? It was sickening, it was unfair and it was her new reality.
More debts than she could ever hope to pay off in this lifetime, and no one who could help her. She was in a desperate place, more desperate than any she had ever known, but Jessica was not one to give up.
Fearful of the future, but determined to do something other than sit around feeling afraid, Jessica had applied to every after-hours position that she could get her hands on. After many, many fruitless searches and dead ends, she had finally found a position that suited her perfectly. She was to work several shifts per week at a local bar, from five pm until closing time.
Between that and her day-job, Jessica at least had a chance of meeting the debts that loomed over her head. It was a slim chance, but it was a chance none the less, and Jessica was going to give it her best shot.
It wasn’t too bad, after all. The bikers were intimidating, but as long as she gave them their drinks and kept out of their way, she did alright with tips, and found that the bar acted as a bit of a buffer between her and them.
Jessica took a deep breath and made her way back to the front of the bar. The place smelt like alcohol and sawdust, the kind which was scattered all over the floor. It was a musty sort of smell, made stronger by the smell of leather and oil which seemed ingrained in this place after so many years of housing it.
Jessica reached up and adjusted her hair, a clip holding it back and out of her face. It wasn’t until she looked up, that she realized there was a customer at the bar. With a start, she lowered her hands, “Sorry sir, how can I help you?”
“Jessica, right?” His voice was low and slow in a way that oozed confidence. He didn’t look impressed, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry either.
“Uh, yes, right.” Jessica’s eyes flew down to the name tag that was pinned to her shirt, “What can I get for you?” She smiled, the expression slipping onto her face with ease. Always be nice to the customer.
The man shrugged, drawing Jessica’s eyes to the way his muscles bunched beneath his shirt. He was a big guy, there was no getting away from it. Unlike most of the men in the bar, he wasn’t wearing a jacket, or much gear at all. Instead, he wore a black shirt and jeans, a helmet in one hand. His hair was short, and light, styled into a modern cut that made Jessica’s insides tighten.
He cut an impressive figure, and the way in which he held himself left no doubt that he knew he was in charge of any situation he happened to walk into. Confident, predatory.
He smiled, and while it was charming, it wasn’t welcoming, “Well…you could start by giving me my fucking money.”
Jessica’s eyes flew to his face and, for a moment, she could not find the words to speak, “What?”
“My money, Jessica.” The way he said he name sent shivers down Jessica’s spine, shivers that tingled all the way through her. He was not messing around, “The money Kevin borrowed.”
Fear surged through her, but the bubbling anger that had been simmering beneath the surface all evening threatened to make itself known. How dare he? She was working at all hours to try and pay back the debts of that cheating bastard, and now this guy had the nerve to come and harass her at work for even more money that she didn’t have.
Jessica resisted the urge to step back, valiantly staring him in the eye, “Kevin’s not here. I never borrowed a cent from you.”
Her voice sounded stronger than she felt, but she held her ground. The man at the bar just laughed, a low, rumbling chuckle that held more malice than all the threats in the world could have, “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t get it.” He shook his head slowly, “You’re paying us back th
e money, even if you have to sell your house.”
Something about the way he said it made Jessica feel cold. He wasn’t bluffing, he wasn’t trying to build up his act with bravado and bluster. He hadn’t even built up his threats. He had spoken the words like they were a given, like he couldn’t be bothered to give her more than five minutes of his time, because he had things to do. Like take her house.
But he couldn’t do that. He had no legal right to do that, and the anger than had dimmed to embers flared up again, “My house?” She looked around quickly, making sure she wasn’t disturbing the other, paying customers, “Who do you think you are, threatening me like this?”
“Name’s Troy.” He smiled again, and this time he seemed to be genuinely amused, “Enforcer for your friendly local…” He paused and his grin turned almost wolfish, ‘Motorcycle Enthusiast Club.”
“Your boy Kevin borrowed money from the wrong guys, and I’m here to collect.” He stepped away from the bar, “If you don’t believe me, you’d better come and talk to the boss.” He smirked and glanced towards where the manager was standing, talking to the customers, “I’m sure your boss would be understanding, right?”
A meaningful glance at Jessica told her everything she needed to know. She was to follow him– or else. Nausea rose in her guts. So much for an early night, and so much for time to rest before the next shift tomorrow. So much for a life free of danger and debt. So much for love.
For just a moment, Jessica contemplated not going with him, turning him down and going to the cops. The thought sunk beneath the waves of her imagination almost as quickly as she had conjured it. It was foolish- it was folly. Even if she spoke to the cops, they would never side with her on this one- she knew that much for certain. That was just how things worked around here.
And if she didn’t follow him, she would lose her chance to plead her case, or sort this thing out. It would be just as good as giving up and handing him the keys to the only home she had. She had nothing to lose by following him, and everything to lose by being stubborn and staying put. Despite the danger that seemed to crackle like electricity around Troy, Jessica didn’t believe that he was here to hurt her. The biker gangs around here were tough, but Jessica didn’t hear of many casualties outside of their own circles, and even then, they had been quiet lately.