THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN

by Misha Anderson

  It wants her as its female, its other half.

  The taste, Maggie’s sex instigate, incites it to take her, and me too, I want her to me. A soft roar comes out from my throat.

  Maggie took over us both, the man and the animal, the man and the wolf want Maggie.

  We are both in love with the same woman.

  I wash my face and listen to Maggie’s voice by the bathroom door.

  “Are you alright, did something happen?”

  I take a deep breath trying to appease my feelings, now I can control myself, I open the bathroom door embarrassed, without being able to face her.

  “It’s alright, once in a while I get a stomachache, not a big deal.”

  She gets near me and gets my chin up, making me face her.

  “It’s alright, you didn’t hurt me, Hunter. I also like to make love like that, wild, without controlling myself, I was always embarrassed of being like that, but with you it seems to right. It’s hard to find a man that allows a woman to be free this way. Thank you, it was beautiful, perfect!”

  I raise an eyebrow incredulously in what she had just said.

  “Was it? It’s just that I’m so big, I’m afraid to hurt you, you are so small, narrow. Ah, fuck! It’s better to stop talking about these things.”

  Maggie lowers her eyes through my body and she stops at my cock, that is hard again, the blood running freely in my sex, God! I need to control myself, otherwise she’ll think I’m a sex pervert.

  She smiles and teases me.

  “Gee! You really like to see me, Big Guy?”

  I pull her to me without her being able to resist, I throw her on my shoulders and I go up the stairs.

  “I really like to see you, but now it will be slower, then I’m giving you a bath, my naughty girl.”

  After we made love with no rush under the shower and we made out a little more while she finished dressing, I take her home by car.

  Both of us are in a sweet silence, once in a while we look at each other with desire and laugh to one another like teenagers, without knowing what to say.

  Just a good aura around us, a nice feeling wanting good, of horniness, of endearment in the air.

  Before getting to her house I get a call from Calvin, my manager, proposing me a clandestine fight next month.

  “Sickle, I got a great fight for you, it’s hot stuff, man.”

  “Yeah? Against who?”

  “Pipo El Diablo. I heard he’s really into it, he wants revenge from the last fight, you broke his nose, remember?”

  “Of course I remember, it was a good fight, I was suspended right after that.”

  I don’t like to talk about that, I hate to remember I was suspended from UFC, Maggie as if she could guess my discomfort, caress my ear as I drive, and I let out a little moan that makes Calvin realize I’m not alone.

  “You are with a babe, aren’t you? Is she blowing you, man?”

  My voice comes out like an angry bark, that surprises even me.

  “I am, but she’s my girl, you should be more respectful to Maggie.”

  “My bad, old man! So, can I go on with the fight?”

  “Let me think, tomorrow I’ll give you an answer, thanks Calvin, bye.”

  Maggie looks at me, she was paying attention to my conversations and she keeps caressing my ear.

  And even without knowing, she got my heart through my ear.

  Like the wolf I am, I like to be scratched on the ear, neck, chest, I’m not but a vagabond, wild and fool dog.

  The thing missing is running and getting a stick to Maggie, that’s how happy I get with her hands on my skin.

  She smiles and provokes me.

  “Yeah, right, I found your week spot, big guy?”

  I smiled liking her little provocation, she’s all provocation, all girl, female, naughty. Ah! Look, what do I do to not lose this woman?

  “You can bet that tasty ass yes, baby. You just found my weak spot, my Aquiles heel.”

  She keeps scratching my ear.

  I hold her hand and bring it to the left side of my chest, she smiles without understanding what I want to say, without words.

  “This is my really weak spot, baby. Can you feel how hard it beats when I’m with you? Be really careful with it, please, Maggie.”

  I parked by her door and before getting out of the car, Maggie turns to me and takes my hand to her heart, repeating the my gesture.

  “Can you feel it too? Because then, I take care of yours and you take care of mine, do we have a deal?”

  I bring her face near mine and I kiss her modesty, wrapping my fingers around hers.

  “We have a deal, Maggie Hanks.”

  “Hunt, why don’t you accept the fight? You like to fight so much, it doesn’t matter if it is in the official circuit or not, do what you like.”

  “I think you’re right, I’ll look for my coach and if he tells me he can get me ready to this fight, I’ll accept it.”

  Maggie got out of my truck and went on to her house door, leaving me with the delicious taste of I-want-more on my lips.

  I go home, hearing a U2 song, while I realize the inevitable:

  I’M FUCKED UP IN LOVE WITH MAGGIE HANKS.

  I hope she accepts the man and the other that exists in me, if that one day happen, I’ll be the happiest guy of the world.

  CHAPTER 4

  MAGGIE

  Before finishing my shift at the clinic, Tiffany throws a bomb at my lap by yelling me at the door so I could answer the telephone.

  “Maggie, your father is on the phone.”

  I try whispering, asking her to tell him an excuse, that I’m busy, but before my suggestion, Tiffany says:

  “I tried telling that you were busy, but you know how your father is, he said you should drop those pests full of fleas and answer him quick.”

  “Well, you tell him I’m in the middle of taking care of an animal and as soon as I’m finish, I’ll call him.”

  After a few exams, I checked if Mrs. Petterson’s cat is with an intestinal infection caused by some crap the animal ate.

  I scratch Chester’s fur and play with it, while I scratch it’s little soft ears.

  “Chester, can’t you see you’re too old to wander around, eating crap, this way you’ll die, kitty.”

  I prescribe the necessary medications and I send Mrs. Petterson to schedule another appointment to Chester for next week.

  Mrs. Petterson is a faithful client, generous with her tips and comes here often, she would be perfect if she wasn’t starting to get senile.

  “Chester is the happy one, doctor Margareth... He can wander around, fucking a female cat here and there, and me? How do I get a little action in this dead town, there isn’t even a good sex shop around here? Do you really want you know what I miss?”

  I prefer not to ask, but even so she goes on talking out loud, while I she squeezes poor Chester against her chest.

  “I miss a man warming my old ribs, I miss that delicious coming and going...”

  While Mrs. Petterson is in an embarrassing reverie about her inexistente sex life, Hunter opens the clinic door and stops when he hears an almost 70 year old woman talking a rosary of indiscretions.

  “I miss a good roll in the hay, turn belly to belly, making the beast of two backs hot and sweaty, Chester can go out there and fuck what pussy he wants to, and me? Only if I go to Oregon pay for one of those boys that do it for money, and where would I get the money? Not from the shitty pension the deceased left me.”

  She suddenly sees Hunter coming in her direction and she almost salivates.

  “Is this hunk your client, doctor Margareth?”

  I nod and he shakes, Mrs. Petterson looks at me and to him then she leaves smiling, shooting at me now with her machine gun of obscenities.

  “I got it, you are sleeping together, aren’t you? If jealousy could kill, doctor, you would have fallen here in front of me, with your tongue purple sticking out. What a delicious man, you and Chester are h
appy to fuck till you’re satisfied, me... I can’t only miss Simon’s cock, ah! Old age is shit. Till next week doctor Margareth and thanks for everything.”

  Chester started to growl at Hunter, trying to scratch him, Mrs. Petterson shook my hand and went by Hunter whispering something.

  And before she left I could see Hunter jump, holding his butt, laughing really embarrassed... What an old sexual pervert this Mrs. Petterson.

  I enter the office wanting to bury my head on the ground because of the embarrassment and Hunter follows my thoughts, Tiffany look at us and when she stares at Hunter she blushes, the poor girl looks at Hunter up and down, redder than a tomato... I imagine a hand full of dirty thoughts are going through Tiffany’s mind right now... Well, he got another fan besides Mrs. Petterson.

  As soon as the office door closes, he approaches me like a predator, and I run my tongue through my dry lips, anxious for Hunter soft mouth.

  He goes through the distance between us and pulls me to his chest, glueing his master lips on mine. Ah! Besides being really hot and well hunk, he looks at me and smiles with the best of bad a boy smile.

  “I don’t like little games to see who gives in first, Maggie. I really wanted to see you, then, I’m here.

  I tighten him and was sincere too.

  “I really wanted to be with you too and that’s so crazy, we were together not long ago.”

  Hunter nibble my ear, getting a moan out of me.

  “It’s not for us to think, it’s just to feel... Let yourself go and I’ll carry you, baby.”

  He got my purse and when he was almost out of the office the cellphone started to ring.

  Hunter gave me the purse back, shit! It’s dad again.

  I let it ring and Hunter keeps looking at me, obviously surprised to know what call was it that I insisted in not answering it, by the fifth ring, I decide to speak with dad and end this torture. And I well imagine what is the topic of our conversation.

  “Hi, dad, I’m fine. I was with a patient, sometimes I can’t answer you right away.”

  My father makes me the damn question I don’t want to answer.

  “Did Frederic call you, Margaret?”

  “No, he didn’t call.”

  “All of this must me a misunderstanding, he’s a good guy, he has a brilliant future ahead, we have the same political ideals and he...”

  I’m tired of this shit, of serving as a pawn to my father’s little political games, the truth is Fred isn’t but a chauvinist pig, a sexist that thinks he’s entitled to make a mistake with his secretary and I have to accept it, like the perfect and discreet bride my father wanted me to be.

  “I already know what you’re going to say, Senator Geffrey Hanks, you’ll say he a great catch to a silly and dreamy girl like me.”

  “That was a man’s mistake, a silly slip.”

  “Slip was if he had fucked her once, but even he admitted that he had an affair with her for two years, two fucking years, besides that, you tell me it’s your friend slip with those two prostitutes, Senator Hanks?”

  “Don’t call me Senator, I’m you father Maggie. Why don’t you want to give him a chance, are you going out with anybody?”

  I can’t expose Hunter to all this crap, he’s a nice guy and my father would make his life a living hell if he knew we were getting to know each other. I won’t accept Fred again, but I prefer to deny it.

  “No, I’m not going out with anybody.”

  Hunter, who was listening to the conversation quietly watching me, lowered his head and handed me the purse, getting out of the clinic.

  He was hurt by me saying that I was alone, but I know my father’s disastrous capacity in manipulating the life of his enemies, I don’t want Hunter to go through that, to become my father’s enemy.

  “Dad, I have to hang up, bye, we’ll talk later, Senator Hanks.”

  “I told you not to stop calling me that, Maggie.’

  I hang up and I go to the clinic door looking for Hunter.

  When I get to the sidewalk he’s putting his helmet on and starting his Harley Davidson. I stop in front of the bike, he removes the helmet and looks at me seriously.

  “Big Guy, let me explain.”

  He crosses his arms, filling his chest even more because of anger.

  “And is there and explanation, Margareth?”

  I get near him and he pants, visibly upset.

  “Where were you going to take me?”

  “It’s blues night at The Sickle tonight, I thought you might wanted to...”

  I stop him, getting on the bike, while I talk:

  “I love blues, let’s go, Hunter, we’ll talk there.”

  He gets off the bike and gets an extra helmet in the croup, touching my entire body while he buckles the helmet, when I get near to kiss him, he turns his lips and sits on the bike, starting it to leave.

  I tight his large back, feeling his muscles stiffening while I grab myself to his waist.

  Today the bar is packed, a beautiful and tall redhead all dressed in leather kisses Hunter cheeks and looks me up and down, stretched her hand and introducing herself right after.

  “Please to meet you, I’m Lupita, Hunter’s friend and waitress at the bar.”

  “Please to meet you Lupita, I’m...”

  She stops me and smiles a tempting smile that must get man underwear of half of the bar.

  “Famous Maggie, Hunter talks a lot about you.”

  Hunter went to the other side of the counter, visibly trying to avoid me.

  “Famous I don’t know, but yes, I’m Maggie, so, you mean tonight it’s blues night.”

  “So, you like to move that magnificent body listening to some good old blues?”

  “Blues, rhythm and blues, rock, I enjoy everything.”

  She got really near my mouth and licked her own lips.

  “You enjoy everything? Don’t say that if you’re not sure, baby. My heart can’t stand an informations as delicious as this.”

  Is it me or Hunter’s femme fatale friend is flirting with me?

  I deny with eyes wide open and she smiles again.

  “I don’t say everything, I mean, all kinds of music, I like to diversify! My god, that wasn’t what I wanted to say anyway.”

  Hunter growls out loud to Lupita and she thinks he’s angry face is funny.

  “Lupi, I told you she was mine, can you stop flirting with my girl, you are a fucker from hell.”

  Lupita went away laughing and went straight to the jukebox, coming back shaking her hips by the sound of Sugar blues singing Hoochie Coochie man. I stared at the handsome guy in front of me and Lupita came back challenging Hunter.

  “Go dance with your girl, before I take her, if she tastes my arms once, Hunt, you’re gone.”

  Hunter didn’t say anything, but he came towards me, taking me by the hand out of the room, through a dark corridor, in silence.

  He led me to a space that looked like an office. He looked the door without taking his eyes off the me.

  Without touching me, he stopped right in front of me, huge and slightly dark, my heart was beating hard with the expectation of what he was going to do with me.

  “I’m really, really angry, Maggie.”

  I nod.

  “Uhum.”

  “But now I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to think, I just want to bury myself deep inside you till I forget there’s a world out there.”

  I swallowed dry, it’s amazing the wreckage he does to my self controle, how much he makes me wet and desperate by saying these things, making me crazy.”

  I won’t deny it, I won’t say I don’t want it, that he doesn’t move me, I need him inside me, as much as he needs to fuck me, with no time to think if it’s right or wrong, where will it go this thing that we have, I don’t care, I just want his addictive lips, his huge hands sweeping my skin, his tongue whipping my clitoris, his huge and delicious cock, tormenting me with his piercing massaging my pussy.

  “So, come, Hun
ter.”

  He kept staring at me making fists with his hands, till he broke the silence and ordered:

  “Take off your clothes and sit on the desk, Maggie.”

  I thought of protesting, say that I want him docile and patient, but by looking Hunter with his stern and hoarse, a male takes his female the way he wants, that arouses me too. I take off my spaghetti strap shirt and slide the leggings through my legs, just keeping my white thong and bra.

  “Panties and bra too.”

  I opened the bra without letting him look and as I was making myself naked in front of him his eyes were narrowing, focus and wishful, I take off my panties letting it slide over my hips before falling on the floor, he took it off my ankles, he smelled it with hunger in his eye and put it on the back pocket of his jeans.

  “Spread yourself on the desk, I’ll taste you, but you’ll only cum by squeezing my cock when I fuck you, understand, Maggie?”

  Words escaped me, I’m all desire, my clitoris is pulsing with the expectation of Hunter inhuman tongue. What he’s capable of doing with that tongue, he’s capable of making submissive the strongest of women. And I’m so weak to resist my will of taking him, I need him deep inside me.

  Hunter fits himself between my thighs and pulls my hands back not letting me touch him, that makes me frustrated but aroused at the same time.

  And his lips wander through my neck, nibbling my ear, my shoulder still marked by his bite, the curve of my breasts.

  He releases my hands and goes down to my nipples, biting them at once and sucking and licking my breast till he drives me crazy, I bend my body back giving my more access to my breast, and he caress them delicately while he sucks my nipples even harder, making me wetter and lit.

  Hunter kisses my belly, nibbling my skin, and opens my thighs, leaving them wide open. His face disappears between my legs and he teases me, kissing and sucking the internal part of my thighs but without getting near my sex. I’m ready to go mad, my body is very tense by the expectations of his mouth on me. Till he decides to end my suffering, he opens my labia with his fingers and licks my clitoris on the right spot. Without going through my sex, without provoking me around, just on the exact spot to make me scream with pleasure... I try to cover my mouth with my hands but he reprimands me.