by Ella Goode
“Since I was eighteen.”
“Wow.” She rears back. “That long. How old are you now?”
“Twenty two.”
“Four years and high school sweethearts? That’s amazing. I dated Riot for a while.” Riot’s a Misery MC. “Back before he was in the Misery MC. He was just—what do you call them before they are members?”
“Prospects?”
“Right. Prospects. So we would go to the parties and drink and other stuff but then he decided he wanted to be a full-fledged member and I guess there’s a no woman rule because he broke it off.”
“You don’t seem to upset about that.”
“Nah, I mean. Riot’s a good time and all but he can’t hold down a job and if I’m going to hitch my wagon to a man then it’s going to be to a guy who can get a real job. He tells me his job is Misery, but that’s not a real job. All they do is sit around in that shit hole and drink and screw.” Her expression is a mix of annoyance and resignation but at least not hurt. “I still go to the parties because hot biker guys, free booze—what’s not to like?”
The Misery MC must be true one percenters—a club that earns money for its members by engaging in mostly illegal activity. Around here that means trafficking in drugs, guns, and sex. Getting a place to live becomes an absolute priority.
“You wouldn’t know of any places that are renting? I need a two bedroom with a garage if possible.”
She cocks her head. “Like a house?”
“It can be a house or an apartment but Grant doesn’t like parking his bike out in the snow.”
Neither does Abel. Their rides are like their babies and snow isn’t good for a baby.
“A guy I know flips houses and has some rental properties. I could ask him.” She hands me my course materials and digs out her cell phone.
“That’d be great.”
Her eyes gleam with mischief as she holds the phone to her ear. “It’s good for me too because this guy’s wagon is big time and this gives me an excuse to call him.”
I’m not certain that the wagon she refers to is the guy’s dick or his wallet. Either way, I suppose it doesn’t matter.
“Hey Robert, Mandy here. How are you? Yeah, I’m good. Listen, I’ve got a girlfriend who has just moved to town and she needs a place to rent. Has to have two bedrooms and a garage.” She listens for a minute and then places her hand over the phone. “You’d have to pay first and last month’s rent in cash along with a deposit but he has a duplex he just flipped.”
“How much?”
The price she quotes is a lot higher than I expect. I open my mouth to tell her no, but Grant opens the door to the entrance at just that moment.
“Hey baby.” He leans down and kisses me. At first it’s just a light touch of his lips against mine but for some reason, I need more. I lean into him and open my mouth. The invitation is taken up immediately and his tongue slides in to caress mine.
“Hold on Robert. Her man just walked in and he’s kissing her like he just got off a three year tour of duty.”
Grant chuckles against my mouth and then releases me.
“Shit, in the full daylight, you’re even better looking.” Mandy turns and gives me a saucy grin. ”You are one lucky bitch."
"Mmmm. Good as always.” Grant rubs a tiny spot of nothing away at the corner of my mouth and throws his arm around me. "Who've we got here?”
I introduce them. “Mandy was at the party the other night. She used to date Riot.”
“Nice to meet you,” he drawls. His hand dangles over the top of my shoulder and his fingertips are inches away from my breast. It’s innocent, at least I think it is, but even that light contact makes me a little hot.
“Mandy’s friend has a duplex with two bedrooms and a garage but it’s expensive.”
“How much.” I tell him the price and the terms. He doesn’t bat an eyelash.
“Is it near here?” he asks.
Mandy nods. “Only about ten minutes. And actually it’s just east of here so it’s close to the Misery clubhouse too.”
“We’ll take it. Tell your friend Robert we’re going there now.”
“He wants cash,” she warns.
Grant shrugs. “We’ll meet him there in ten minutes.”
Since he’s done with this conversation, he turns toward the door but I reach out to Mandy once more. Tapping my papers, I ask, “Where can I get the supplies?”
“There’s a place just down the street. You can’t miss it. Beauty Warehouse and you can get your books online you just need to be careful because some of the used ones are all marked up.”
“We’ll buy new,” Grant interjects.
I elbow him. "We won't."
“We’ll see.” He points a figure. “Your friend Robert is waiting. Ten minutes.”
In the truck, Grant texts Abel the address of the duplex. “I don’t remember this Mandy chick. You said she’s dating Riot?”
“She used to but she broke it off because Riot lost his job and wouldn’t look for a new one because the Misery is his job now.”
He rubs a finger down the side of my nose before putting the truck into drive. “Misery’s kind of a fucked up club, baby. Abel and I are trying to figure out whether we should pull out entirely or if Junior’s worth saving. I guess that’s Judge’s entire question and why we’re here.”
“What about the guy who met with Mr. Trainor? The one who we think is in league with Chief Schmidt?”
“That’s Moose. He’s the oldest member of the Misery club and has two younger sisters. Something is going on there, but we didn’t get it all fleshed out yet. We will,” he says confidently.
When we arrive at the duplex, Abel is already at the curb, leaning against his bike. Despite his wool coat and beanie cap, his strong jaw and muscular body is on full display. Mandy meets us at the curb. “Shit honey, is every guy you know hot as fuck?”
I grin at Grant. "Yeah. Pretty much."
"You are going to be the most popular girl around,” she replies. A cherry red sports car pulls up. I’ve grown up around classic American muscle cars and so I’m not surprised when Grant’s whole face lights up with approval at the site of the GTO.
“Is that your friend Robert?” I ask.
“Yeah, he’s a car nut. I hate it though because those old cars have shitty suspension. I feel like I’m bouncing around like a super ball in those things and my ass hurts when I get out.”
Mandy’s on the slender side. I slap my own butt. “You need more padding back there.”
She laughs and we move toward the guys who’ve gathered around Robert’s car.
“Nice. Nice,” I hear Grant repeating.
“Okay, enough ogling the other woman,” I joke interrupting the lovefest over the vehicle. “I’m cold out here.”
Grant jogs back to me. “Feeling left out?” he croons. “You know you’re the only one for me.”
“Don’t know whether I believe you. There’s drool at the side of your mouth,” I tease.
He leans down and growls in my ear. “I’m happy to show you right now how I feel.”
The mock threat sends a shiver up my spine that has nothing to do with the cold temperatures.
“If we were at the lake and it wasn’t two hundred below, I might take you up on that offer.”
He winks at me. “Later then.”
Inside the duplex is as perfect looking as Robert’s GTO. It has two bedrooms upstairs and each has their own bathroom. Downstairs there’s a kitchen, living room and small eat-in area and a half bath. There’s even a basement but it’s unfinished. The garage is small but both Abel and Grant’s bikes will fit inside and we can park the truck in the driveway.
It’s beautifully decorated.
“He had it staged,” Mandy whispers to me as we move from the second floor to the kitchen. Each room is fully furnished. Both bedrooms have king sized beds and nightstands. The living room boasts a comfortable looking sectional and a nice sized flat screen. There’s even
a small round table, four chairs and three bar stools at the kitchen counter. Everything about this place is perfect for us.
“Just finished putting in new flooring and paint after the other tenants left. I like to lease on a year basis with the first and last month’s rent along with a security deposit.” Robert pulls out a contract and lays it on the counter for Grant.
Grant shakes his head. “I’m not a fan of signing things because I don’t know what will happen in a year but I tell you what. We’ll pay six months in cash right now.” He pulls out a stack of cash and counts it out for Robert, peeling off six grand and laying it on top of the contract.
Robert’s hand jerks as if he wants to pocket the cash. “This is a family neighborhood,” he says.
Grant places as kiss on the crown of my head. “And we’re a family. Abel’s my brother and Chelsea’s my girl. We’re not going to throw wild parties or traffic drugs through the house.”
Robert looks over at Abel who wears an innocent expression. Other than Abel and Grant both being over six feet, they don’t look anything alike. Abel’s hair is light colored and shaved close to his head. Grant’s hair is longer; he doesn’t like having short hair as it reminds him of being in prison. They’ve both got square jaws but Abel’s deep set green eyes are a far cry from Grant’s blue.
The only people who’d ever think these two were related would have to be blind and Robert isn’t blind. But he’s a businessman and in the end the lure of the stack of cash is too much for him to refuse.
“No wild parties and all damages are paid in cash.”
“No problem.” He looks down at me. “You want the furniture?”
The place is more tastefully decorated than anything I could put together so I nod. He peels off several more bills. “That enough?”
Robert nods his head. He hands us a set of keys and takes a protesting Mandy away. She wanted to stick around and help us settle in but as soon as the money and key exchange happened, an excitement—hot and heavy—began to build inside of me. And Grant’s answering, silent response took that internal tension and made it grow until it is thick in the air. Robert senses it, probably on some testosterone-laden level, and so does Abel.
“I’m going to check out the basement,” he says.
I’m not paying attention to anything but Grant. There are fears I have. Being in a new place, making new friends, spending money like there’s no off button. But I’ve got Grant.
And I need him.
20
WRECKER
I register Abel’s absence more than his departure. The living room shrinks until there is just Chelsea and me. Her breasts move intriguingly when she breathes, each intake deeper, shakier, and more rapid than the last.
I push the sides of her puffy coat aside and cup those beauties in my palms. Even through the light padding of her bra I can feel the nipples harden.
The need to touch her pulses through my veins. Her eyelids flutter shut as I lean down to kiss her. Her lips part before I make contact and I answer the invitation with a hard thrust of my tongue. We tangle like that for a few moments until she leans against me. That’s her sign, one she probably doesn’t even realize she gives out, that she’s ready to be horizontal. Or at least off her legs.
She doesn’t do well standing up. Her legs have to be braced around my hips or her ass needs to be on something flat. Even when I’m taking her from behind, I have to hold her up or she’ll be prone on the bed.
But I like that. I like that I’m in control of her, that she can’t even stand because lust is making her weak. That powers me up, gets me rock hard.
I squeeze her tits and then slide my hands down to her ass. Hoisting her against me, I murmur against her ear. “How about we christen the new bedroom?”
She shivers and nods in wordless agreement. Her legs wrap around me and I carry her easily up the stairs and into the room on the left. They’re both the same. I don’t think Abel cares which one he sleeps in and the left is just closer to the stairs.
I walk into the room and kick the door shut with my booted heel. Two more strides and her back meets the bed.
“The thing that sucks about winter is all the fucking clothes you wear.” I help her wrestle out of her coat and sweater. She kicks her boots off. I throw my wool coat on the floor and shrug off my cut.
“You still have too many clothes.” I drag my hand up her front, pulling the t-shirt with me until it’s up and over her head. I take a minute to admire the view of her heaving chest pushing the lush rise of her breasts.
“I thought you liked these jeans,” she taunts and pulls my attention away from her tits. She brings her legs together and tilts on one hip so the side of her ass is pointed upward.
“I like the jeans." Her pants are suctioned to her skin, so tight I'm not sure how she got into them. I like the effect though. Every line is highlighted in the denim, the hot curve of her cheek, the valley between her legs. I palm her cheek and follow the center seam from the dip in her back down between her legs to push the denim up against her tender flesh. "But I can't fuck you with your jeans on."
Reaching forward, I pinch the lips of her sex together--hard. She yelps in excited surprise and tries to wiggle away. A hard hand on her waist puts an end to that.
She casts a narrow eyed look of challenge over her shoulder. "Then take them off."
"Are you trying to boss me around, baby? Because you know that don't fly in here." I pinch her harder and receive a high pitched moan in response. "You wet yet? I can't tell."
I actually can. At the edges of the seam I can feel a faint dampness and shit, if I can feel that through the denim, her panties must be soaked. My own jeans are tight as hell.
"Yes. I'm always ready for you," she says in disgruntled frustration.
I keep up my pressure and climb onto the bed, bracketing her hips between my thighs. My dick rides against my forearm as I lean forward to whisper in her ear.
"That's how it's supposed to be. Your little pussy should be wet and juicy for your man at all times."
"It is," she moans and rocks against my hand. "Come on Grant. Help me take my jeans off. I want to feel you."
Her pleas make me harder and my evil response is to tighten my hold. I close my thighs so she can't move her hips. I squeeze that tender flesh even harder. She pants, light, high sounds of lust. It's the best fucking sound in the world. I lean over and nip at her ear, moving away when she tries to turn to kiss me. Don't know why I torment her, make her wait, other than I can. It's some kind of sick sweetness seeing her at my mercy. That she spreads her legs for me. That she whimpers for me. That she stares at me with those golden eyes as if I am the only meaningful thing in her world.
"I want you to come for me right now. I want you to coat these jeans. I want you to prove how much you want me.” The pulse in her neck jumps at my order. I squeeze her even tighter, pressing those lips together until the pain crosses over into pleasure.
Her mouth opens.
Her neck arches.
And then she comes undone, shaking and crying as the release rolls over her. I cup my hand against her denim covered sex and lean forward to kiss her cheek, her ear, her neck. “Ride it out, baby.”
She shudders and releases a few whimpering gasps that gradually evolve into stronger, deeper breaths.
"That it?" she finally asks, still lying on her side. Her eyes are mere slits and she hasn’t completely stopped trembling but she wants more.
That’s my girl. "Not even close."
I tug her jeans off and unhook her bra, releasing her sweet tits. Her skin is burning hot--an erotic contrast to the cold outside. Her hands and mine make quick work of my clothes. Free of the confines of denim and cotton, my cock bobs in the air. I crawl between her legs, placing one on either side of my hips.
Rock hard from watching her come, I’m beyond ready. I take my cock in one hand and anchor her hip with the other. She lies back, eyes glinting with fevered desire.
“What�
�re you waiting for?” she says with an arched eyebrow.
“I’m admiring what’s mine.” And then I ram into her. The minute my cock head meets her wet heat, my eyes roll back. It doesn’t matter whether we’re in Fortune or in the cities or in outer space. As long as I can jack into her, I’ll always be home. Her cunt swallows me up and the sensation is so fucking good, I pause to savor it. Her walls pulse around me, squeezing me in a tight little hug.
"You are some slice of heaven, baby," I say as I slowly glide in and out.
I mold her breasts with my hands, forming them into tight mounds and then releasing them. Leaning over, I suck on one tit and then the other until her rack is wet from my tongue. I’m marking her with my bites, my saliva, my spunk.
“I love you Grant,” she pants. Her fingers tangle in my hair. Nails scrape against my skull and heels dig into my hips, urging me forward.
I rock against her in long, controlled thrusts. “Love you too baby.”
This is what I waited for while she was growing up. This is what I waited for during those long days and even longer nights in prison. This is why I’m alive. To fuck her. To love her. To be with her.
Straightening, I lift her legs up and spread them wide. I watch as my cock pushes apart those swollen lower lips and disappears inside.
She moans and urges me to fuck her harder and faster. “Now, Grant. I want to come now.”
Her words short circuit my brain and with both hands on her hips, I hammer into her deep and hard. Under me, she thrusts upward and I drive down to meet her, moving like we are animals. I shove into her deeper and deeper until I'm bottoming out and my balls are slapping against the bed. “Come all over my dick, baby."
“Oh God!” she cries and then convulses around me. Seeing her come apart in my hands, feeling her orgasm grip my cock, makes me snap. I pound her, one hand on her hip, one hand braced against the bed, using every ounce of power I’ve got to nail her body to the mattress. I’m not gentle. I’m not tender. But I give her everything.
It’s a frenzied joining. She digs her nails into my sides, my back, my neck—anywhere she can reach. Her heels dig into the bed as she tries to find leverage against my relentless thrusts. The room is thick with the smell of our sex and the sounds of our moans and the slaps of our wet sex against each other. I come in waves, my body jerking as the come explodes out of me.