by Jax Hart
She stares at my huge dick like it’ll break her. “He fits, remember? Besides, you owe me after that stunt you just pulled.” I lean back putting my arms behind my head.
Watching.
Waiting.
Finally, she moves.
“Like this?” She asks, gingerly stepping between my planted feet, easing her way onto my lap.
“No. like this,” I answer throwing her arms around my neck, lifting her hips and impaling her all at once.
Groaning out each other’s names we kiss in a frenzy. “I’m sorry.”
“I know baby. It’s okay. If anything, you made me harder than I already was for you.”
Her fingers trace through my pecs. She stops seeing the scars for the first time.
“Iraq?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, my love.”
“Don’t worry. It was a long time ago.”
She nods, tears leaking down. Swiping them with the pad of my thumb, then bringing them to my lips, I taste them. I have this visceral need to take in her very essence anyway I can.
“I love you.”
“I know cherry. I know. But I’m still gonna punish you sugar. You can’t play with me like that.”
Raising her by the hips, I watch our bodies separate. Eyes glued to the glistening wetness her body left. I swipe my finger down my length and raise it to her lips. “Open. Taste this. Taste us.”
“Ummm, delicious,” she moans, as I press my finger in her mouth.
She tries to sink back down, but I hold her in place. Reaching for the vibrator, I flick the switch on. As soon as the hum fills the air, she swallows, and her pulse beats faster.
“Getting excited, sugar?” I grin.
Her vibrator has a double head. A thick one to thrust in a pussy and a small vibrating finger meant for ass play.
Stroking my myself once with anticipation causes more pre-cum to ooze out like tears. My damn dick’s crying, he’s waited so long for this. I coat my finger tips, then wet the rim of her ass bringing the vibrator around to buzz at her back door.
“You okay with this?”
She nods her consent.
I press the vibrator hard against her rim, while curling up my finger deep inside while my thumb nudges gently across her clit. Her walls tremble with a pre-spasm. I work my hands faster. Harder. Leaning forward I grab a mouthful of tit and bite down.
“Duke!” She cries, convulsing on my hand. Quickly, I pull out, replacing my hand with my dick entering her at the same time the small dildo head penetrates her lightly from behind. She’s fully stuffed, moaning in pleasure.
She rides me like a pro.
She catches my sly grin. “What?”
“You. Your gorgeous tits shaking in my face as I feel you from the inside.”
“Shut up, old man and make me come again. Only you knew what I needed… only you could fill this ache… ”
“Here I come, babe.”
I grab her right leg forcing it up higher. She grimaces at the stretch, but soon her grimace turns to a pant as my head moves up an inch higher inside her; fusing us even closer than we were before. I take over setting the pace, letting her just enjoy the carnal pleasure of sex. It’s easy to forget she was a virgin. She’s so naturally sensual, and at ease with her sexuality.
The smell of our sex fills the small room. Thrusting hard, I hiss through my teeth, effortlessly gliding in and out of her, my balls tighten, and I know I’m close.
Sweat breaks out on my brow. If my dick’s an arrow, her G-spot’s my target. With my heel planted firmly on the floor, I raise my hips, holding onto her leg tight, pounding the hell outta the sweet spot.
“Duke!” She explodes convulsing all around me.
This time I’m the one to bite my lip and groan letting my release takeover. Hips jerking fast, it rips through me like a backdraft; lighting up instantaneously.
Spurting out a load in a jetstream; sweat running down my back, I finally found peace buried ten-inches deep in Shanna Flynn.
Although sated for the moment, I know this isn’t a fire that will ever burn out. The heat between us is too strong.
Together we burn.
I’M JUST LIKE HER; a wanton with a sex drive that rivals any man’s. It’s a good thing there’s no one else for miles, because my body hums with some frequency that wasn’t there before.
It crackles over my skin, lights my eyes and… holy shit; my reflection in the mirror. My body is a roadmap of marks left by Duke’s touch. Nips from his teeth, chafes from where his beard scratched my soft skin. And worst of all—are the marks he left that you can’t see like the slight burn between my thighs.
My butt still feels full, from where he pleasured me in ways I never knew I wanted. Squatting to pee, I wince; feeling both the afterburn mixed with a deep satisfaction of being claimed and mated with a man of Duke’s caliber. Even a lukewarm shower and spraying myself with ice cold water down there only relieved the sting for a few minutes. Caught up in the moment the pleasure and pain was a high, now I’m just wrung out.
The skin between my thighs is raw. The man was an animal. He loved me like a man consumed by lust. I couldn’t get enough. If it weren’t my first few times—damn I would want him ramming up in me all night, not stopping. Hell, I’ll buy him the Viagra myself. Not that he’ll need it. My man, my stud, my love, my everything. I can’t believe this is happening; that we’re finally together. I don’t know what came over me. Why I pushed him past his limit, bringing up Spence. I guess a small, selfish part of me wanted to hurt him for putting me through so much shit. Even if he couldn’t control all of it.
“Shanna?” He knocks softly on the door, “You okay baby girl?”
“Hey,” I open the door meeting his dark eyes burning with concern.
“Come here.” He tugs my hand and leads me down the hall into the great room where a large fire blazes in the hearth.
“This place is beautiful. Where are we?”
“At the base of Saddle Mountain I bought this place a few years back when I needed solitude, sometimes the crowds get to me.” He leads me to a blanket laid out in front of the fire.
“Sit. We need to talk.”
“I know,” I sigh letting the warmth of the flames ease my nerves.
He takes a brush and starts combing through my wet strands. His touch is gentle and slow. I look at him over one shoulder, “Take off your shirt.”
He quirks an eyebrow but does what I ask.
“That’s better,” I murmur resting my head back against his cut abs. He resumes sliding the brush through my damp hair. I sense whatever he wants to say is heavy. He’s hesitating, searching for the right words.
“I’m okay. Last night was a lot. I saw a lot of crazy shit growing up in the MC… ”
“Bullshit. You’re not okay. You could’ve died last night.”
“But I didn’t. He did.”
“Fuck. I should’ve been there!” He growls throwing the brush down.
“I’m fine. I handled it.” I turn in his arms. He’s trembling. Shaking. “Shush, baby. I’m right here. Nothing happened to me.” My arms stroke down his back. He needs more comfort than I do and I’m the one who stabbed a man. I hold him tight, feeling his rapid heartbeat and shaky breath.
“Duke?”
“You don’t understand.”
“We were so close to not happening, cherry.”
“Like ever?”
“Don’t be pissed at me baby.”
I pull back, looking him in the eyes, afraid of what I don’t know.
“Please tell me you didn’t keep something important from me. You know how much I hate that shit. I spilled my heart out to you; telling you everything that Pops and Meat have done to piss me off over the years. And they still treat me like I’m twelve.”
“Ah, fuck. I had to baby. It was too twisted, even for an old bastard like me. Your mom and my dad had an affair.
“I know. Pops told me a while ago when he told me he was i
n love with your aunt.”
“Yea, but when she got pregnant with you—she couldn’t be sure who the father was. It was in her journals. I ripped the pages out before you found them.”
“I want them back.”
“I can’t do that. I burned them. I’m sorry.”
“I’m so pissed at you right now. Don’t touch me.” I slap his hands off, moving away from him.
“She thought—she thought my father could’ve been your father. I went insane. I went into a rage. Drank myself into the dark for days. Will kept me from tearing the whole world down while I waited for the DNA test to come back. Then she wrote all kinds of sick shit about how she caught your dad screwing my aunt. My mom was working, and Dee had come over to babysit me. Not that I needed a sitter. I was a damn teenager. Your Ma came to my house looking for my dad but found Pops instead, balls deep in Dee.
There was a huge fight. The place got trashed. Funny thing is… I remember that day—when I got home from school they were all drunk and getting high.”
“Jesus. I knew Pops was a hell-raiser, but it’s hard for me to picture him like that. H-how did you get a DNA test?”
“Meat. He grabbed some hairs from the brush you leave on your dresser.”
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter thinking back to all the times I’ve come home and he’s been in the house.
“That’s why I pushed you away and ignored all your calls. I couldn’t handle it. Handle knowing, I was in love and hurting for my possible half-sister. I wanted you too much.”
“What would have happened if it were true?”
“Nothing, I swore you’d never find out, but you’d never see me again. I was going put oceans between us. I would’ve needed the space to let go.”
“That wouldn’t be your choice to make.”
“Too bad, don’t you get it? I’d run through the fires of hell for you. You’ve been hurt too much this past year. I wasn’t going add one more thing to the pile of bullshit heaped on you.”
I wring my hands. He’s right. If he were my brother, it would have been the last straw. It would’ve broken me. “Is there anything else?” I ask tiredly. “I love you, but we haven’t had a smooth ride.”
“There’s nothing else, just us, forever.” He answers tenderly, taking my hand and getting down on one knee.
“Don’t.” I press a finger to his lips, “Not yet. I still need more time. I’ve worked so hard. I want to graduate. I’m almost there.”
“Christ cherry. I know you have commitments, so do I. I just wanted to make a vow to you from the bottom of my wrecked heart that this is forever.”
“Forever,” I answer bending down to kiss him fiercely. Duke Masters is mine now. And I’ll fight for him just as hard as he’s fighting for me. Forever.
“How much longer do we have before you need to get back.”
“I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about that.” I answer staring into the fire.
“It’s been handled. The house scrubbed clean.”
“Yes. But you can’t clean away the ugly. I see it every time my eyes shut.”
“I’m here now. I’ll help you get through this baby.
“This is why I wanted to run from the club life. What happened? Did you bury him out in the woods?”
“No. I told you I’m running shit differently. We called the authorities, but left the part about you and me being there out of it. Pops stabbed him with the piece from the broken coffee cup.”
“They bought that?”
“The chief used to ride as a brother. But everything is being processed legit. No more secrets are hiding in the shadows for you. I swear it.”
I let him drape the blanket around me and draw me back in his arms. I stare into the flames, lost in thought until sleep takes me away, but he’s there just like he promised. I smile, snuggling deeper against him knowing he’s right. We will be together forever, and I’ll never be alone because asleep or awake he holds me close, keeping me safe.
MY LIFE THAT WAS GRAY is now nothing but sunlight. Together we walked out of the dark. With a hop in my step, and my bag slung over one shoulder, it’s impossible not to feel the freshness of spring. It’s in the air all around me. The grass has turned from dull to moss green and the smell of the damp earth birthing new life fills the air. Birds sing and the first flowers of the season pushed up from underground and bloom.
I feel alive again after months of dullness. The distance has been hard, but we make it work. I know he needs to spend time in LA, staying true to his word to clean up the MC after Zach wrecked it. He’s careful not to bring me into club business, respecting my wish to try to lead as much as a separate life as I can; despite being practically owned by the current Prez.
Tonight, a new band’s playing at the bar. I’ve embraced college life this last semester and started hanging out on campus after class. I even made some new friends. I regret it took me so long to let my walls down, but I’m finally having the college experience I should before the opportunity is gone.
I refuse to make up with Pops. Guess my stubborn pride won’t forgive him just yet. He’s living on takeout and whatever groceries Meat drops off. It’s fine by me. My grades are holding firm, the bar is treading water and tonight we’re gonna rock the house.
My phone pings with a text.
Duke: Can’t wait to see you tonight, cherry.
Me: I bought a skimpy new top, to tease you in.
Duke: I’m gonna smack that ass in the supply closet later :0
Me: I’m already wet.
My phone rings a second after I hit send.
“Babe?”
“I’m coming to get you. Right—motherfucking now,” he growls.
“You can’t. I have a full day of classes.”
“Then I’m coming there to spank and fuck you just in time for lunch.”
He disconnects the call leaving me sputtering on the sidewalk.
He’s gonna do it too.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned these past two months is that Duke is a man of his word. He never says shit he doesn’t mean.
Holy hell he’s coming.
I can’t wait.
WITH A SHIT-EATING GRIN, I tap the wheel with my fingers thinking about all the ways I’m gonna touch my girl tonight. Commuting back and forth to California just about every weekend’s been a bitch. But seeing my girl’s been entirely worth it.
My old man’s house never sold. So, I’ve been crashing there. But I’m not alone. Colin doesn’t say shit about it, but it must be killing the old man that I’ve made his baby girl, my baby girl.
I’m giving her a key to the place this weekend. I should’ve done it sooner. It’s not much, but she could have some independence. She’s more than earned it. Course, I won’t tell her that I’ve got the place monitored by cameras and some of my crew.
My girl’s safety is paramount, even when there’s no known threat.
It won’t be long until she’s in LA, within easy reach. I asked her to move in with me but she half-joked that she wanted a break from living with one old grizzly bear to another. She’s confided in me how much she’s hated living under the protection and suffocation of the men in her life. I’m a bit hurt but understand she needs this. I’ve been clear that once she’s my bride, I’m keeping her in bed for a week… hell, maybe a month. She better get this shit out of her system while she can.
But I won’t deny, that I still enjoy riding into town on the weekends to watch her tend bar. She’s still hot as fuck in her tiny shorts and tight tops. Even though I’ve taken her dozens of times, she still gets me hard in an instant when I walk in.
She thinks she owes me for signing away my half of that place. But, truthfully, it’s never been mine. That bar is all her—all of her hard work, sweat, and determination. She’s more than earned the right to take credit for what that place has become.
The drive to her campus goes in a blur of memories of us in bed together. Shit, all I think about 24/7 is the
way that girl fits me like a glove.
Shifting in my seat, wincing at how tight my damn jeans are, I groan arranging my dick to the side. Throwing the truck in park in the visitor lot, I get out fast to stretch my legs.
Shit, I can’t walk around with this woody waving hello. Even confined in my jeans, there’s no mistaking my raging hard-on.
I can’t go much longer like this; only seeing her three days a week, walking around horny the other four.
Leaning against the hood of my truck, I reach in the inside pocket of my jacket finding the cigarettes I've tried to quit. I’ve cut back but need a smoke to calm the fuck down. In the state of mind, I’m in; I’d rush into her class and carry her ass out.
My eyes narrow, recognizing the pretty, rich boy walking towards me. He doesn’t see me yet, but I sure as hell see him.
My boot pushes off the truck. Slowly, I saunter forward, until I’m square in his path.
I’ll give the boy credit. He doesn’t back away but holds his ground.
“What?”
I stare him down hard. “When are you leaving for the East Coast, boy?”
“Whatever, tough guy. I don’t need to take any shit from you.”
I flick my cigarette down, crushing it under the heel of my boot. “Stay the fuck away from my girl. Leave while you can. Just seeing your face makes me want to break it.”
“Jesus. I hope Shanna knows what she’s getting into with you—a violent motherfucker.”
“She’s not your concern. Get the hell outta here.”
He drops his bag. A fancy, leather bag that looks more like a square purse. Jesus, I’d kill this sissy with one punch. He’s not worth it.
“They’re letting me graduate early. I just came by to get everything signed off on. I had all my credits last semester. I never told her I was staying just to be with her. I never needed to be here. My flight to New York is tomorrow.” He shuffles past me, brushing his shoulder against mine.
I underestimated him.
This boy has balls.
“Hey kid,” I call out after him, “thanks for looking after her when I couldn’t and don’t forget your purse.” The tip of my boot nudges it towards him.