Rodeo

by Savannah Rylan

  “I don’t know anymore. It could mean anything, but the one thing I know is that it wasn’t going to be a quick job in the first place,” she said and licked her lips nervously.

  “Can we call Lewis or any of the others?” I asked and Lila sighed loudly.

  “If I call my dad, he’ll not be honest with me. Whatever’s happening, he’ll tell me that it’s fine and to not worry. He’s fiercely protective of me,” she replied and I clasped my hands together, twiddling my thumbs.

  I could feel the nervousness in my gut, like a bellyache. Every cell in my body felt pinched. I wished I could just call Rodeo and tell him to come back. My courage was crumbling too. I didn’t care what happened to my father’s killer, I just wanted Rodeo to be safe and come back to me.

  “How many of them have gone to the bar?” I asked Lila. I’d overheard some discussion between Rodeo and Girth earlier about how they were planning on staking out some bar where the Hell’s Drifters hung out.

  Lila looked at me with wide nervous eyes.

  “Three of them,” she replied and my heart sank right to my stomach.

  “Three of them? The whole Hell’s Drifters Club could be in there at this time. How are they going to get away with getting the killer without them being caught?” I stood up from my couch with a jerk.

  Lila came towards me, she could sense how deeply flustered I was by the news.

  “Jordan, calm down, they didn’t have any other choice. We are a small MC. It had to be done this way,” she said softly and I shook my head. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I hadn’t realized that the chances of the boys coming out alive from this was this low.

  “This is all my fault! I shouldn’t have said anything to Rodeo. I’ve sent them to their deaths!” I cried, while hot tears pricked the backs of my eyelids.

  “Jordan, come on, it’ll be fine. You have to trust them. You couldn’t have stopped them from going. This is what they do. This is their lives!” Lila was rubbing my arms but I couldn’t calm down. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that I might never see Rodeo again.

  The fevered rap on my front door snapped Lila and me away from each other.

  “Stay where you are,” she commanded me and strode towards the front door to look through the peephole.

  “Oh my God!” she shrieked, as she started getting the locks open on the door. I’d heard the horror in her voice. I didn’t want to know what was on the other side.

  ***

  Rodeo, Abe, Girth and Marcus stormed into my apartment and Lila locked the door behind them. All of them, except Marcus was bleeding from gunshot wounds. Lila squealed and wrapped herself around Girth.

  I rushed towards Rodeo, who had stretched an arm out towards me and I fell into him. I was just glad to see him alive, nothing else mattered.

  “Rodeo, you’re bleeding! You’re bleeding everywhere!” I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “I’m fine,” he said and I felt his body jerk. I’d hugged him too tightly. When I tried to pull myself away from him, he pressed my cheeks together with his hands and looked deep into my eyes.

  “I got him. I killed him for you, Jordan,” he grunted and I covered his hands with mine. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, they were gushing down my cheeks. I was sobbing like a baby.

  Was I happy that Rodeo had killed him? I might have been but all I could feel right then was relief. I was just relieved that Rodeo was fine, that he was alive.

  “Rodeo, you’ve been shot! I can’t believe you’ve been shot!” I cried as he held me like that. His eyes flitted over my face, there was a weak grin tugging his lips now.

  “It’s just a few scratches. Don’t you worry about me,” he said and stroked my hair. I shook my head. This was too much for me. I’d just seen my father being shot to death, and now Rodeo!

  “Come here!” he grunted and wrapping one arm around my waist, he pulled me close to himself. I fell on his chest and he pressed his lips to mine. He was leaning me backwards as he kissed me and I sunk into him, holding him by his face. The scratch of his rough beard on my mouth was comforting. I was dying to feel his arms around me and now he was finally here.

  “Jordan, where’s your first-aid kit?” Lila’s high-pitched nervous voice snapped us out of the moment. She was standing beside us, and when I looked at her, I saw her dress covered in Girth’s blood.

  I pulled away from Rodeo and looked down to see my white t-shirt stained with Rodeo’s blood too.

  “Sit down!” I roared at Rodeo, and pushed him down on the floor by the shoulders.

  “Come with me. I don’t know what we’ll need,” I said to Lila and she followed me as I ran towards my bathroom. We exchanged looks as I pushed open the door and we couldn’t help but smile at each other. It was a smile of relief.

  “I told you!” she said and bit down on her lip as I started rummaging through the medicine cabinet.

  ***

  Marcus had gone out and brought us back more first-aid supplies for the wounds. Girth, Abe and Rodeo were all shirtless and sitting in a row on the couch in my living room, having their wounds tended to.

  Honestly, I didn’t know what I was doing. I was just following Lila’s instructions. According to her, none of their wounds were serious and they had all been very lucky. Abe was the one with the most serious wound, and Lila was in the process of bandaging his shoulder and left arm and putting it in a cast.

  Girth had a wound in his leg and on his back, both of which would just need a few days to heal. Rodeo’s wounds on his arm and his abdomen would need the same. They were all bandaged up and looking like they had just returned from battle. Which they had.

  I stood back from the couch to look at our handiwork. For the first time, these men were the ones who looked weaker than us. They were in our hands, under our care, and I tried to stifle a smile.

  Rodeo caught me grinning and he arched his eyebrows at me. I could feel my cheeks flushing as he looked at me. Despite the fact that he was bandaged up, and probably in pain from the bullets that had grazed his body, he was eyeing me up and down like he was undressing me with his eyes.

  I stuck my chin up and parted my lips slightly. I liked being watched by him. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

  “All done!” Lila said and stood up from the floor. The three of them exchanged looks and then looked at us. Marcus was leaning against a wall, grinning at his friends.

  “I suppose there’s no point in asking if you guys are going to take painkillers or medication?” Lila asked, placing her hands on her hips.

  “Medication dulls the senses. Pain will make us feel alive,” Abe replied and she rolled her eyes and looked at me with her eyebrows raised. I laughed and stepped over to Rodeo. I reached for his face and sunk my fingers into his rough beard.

  “Thank you,” I said to him and looked at the others and thanked them too.

  Rodeo wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me down to his lap. He kissed me lightly on my cheek and it was now that the thought struck me—he had kissed me in front of his friends, I was sitting on his lap now; in front of his friends! Did this mean something?

  “We should probably give you two some alone time, besides, I seriously need to get changed out of these clothes!” Lila exclaimed and she and Girth were holding hands as they started walking towards the door. Abe and Marcus followed them and we exchanged quick goodbyes.

  Finally, Rodeo and I were alone again. A rush of emotions washed over me, and I didn’t even know where to begin—how to explain to him how I was feeling.

  ***

  I was still sitting on Rodeo’s lap when the door shut behind the rest of the gang. I was sitting sideways, with my arms wrapped around his neck and we were looking into each other’s eyes. His were blue and deep, but today they weren’t stormy. He looked relaxed. He had finally achieved what he’d set out to do.

  “I’m glad you’re safe, Rodeo,” I whispered, feeling shy to admit how I was feeling. He was brea
thing deep, blowing hot air from his nostrils on my face that shook the locks of hair falling on my cheeks. His eyes searched mine, and he smiled.

  “I don’t think I’ve had anyone say that to me before,” he replied, and his grip around my waist became tighter. I wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. Was he weirded out by that statement?

  When Rodeo leaned in to kiss me again, my hopes were up. The kiss was soft but lasted long, our lips moved slowly to a rhythm and he didn’t push his tongue into my mouth this time. The kiss was less sexual and more romantic. I didn’t think he was capable of romance.

  When we parted I was breathing hard.

  “Jordan, I want you to know that this isn’t about Fred,” Rodeo said, in a deep guttural voice. I could feel his cock hardening and throbbing in his pants. My pussy was already wet and rubbing against his tenting jeans. I had to push down my ebbing desire for him so we could have this conversation.

  I stared at him wide-eyed.

  “What do you mean?” I asked and he let out a sigh.

  “I mean…us, about why I’m here right now with you. It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that you are Fred’s daughter,” he explained and I gulped.

  “Are you saying that you’re with me because you want to be with me?” I asked and Rodeo clenched his jaws and then nodded his head.

  “I would have been here even if I hadn’t found out who you were. I wanted you from the first moment I burst in through that door,” he said, and swung his head to look in that direction. I suppressed a smile and nodded.

  “I understand,” I replied and drew closer to him. I breathed in his rugged masculine scent—which was capable of getting my body going. Just one whiff and it was like I’d taken a dose of a lethal drug. My mind was in a tizzy.

  “I mean, the fact that I know who you are makes it—makes me want to protect you more. Makes me want to do right by Fred, but I want you because I want you. Because you are fucking irresistible,” Rodeo growled and I blushed to a deep red. I had only been fantasizing that he would tell me these things, that he would speak this way about me. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

  “I want you too. I more than just want you…your body I mean,” I admitted and I felt like my gut was being torn apart. I had been so afraid of being rejected by him, that now I felt like I was on an adrenaline rush.

  Rodeo nodded his head and sighed.

  “I guess we have no choice here,” he said and we both smiled at each other warmly. Rodeo tightened his grip around my waist and kissed me lightly on my lips again.

  “I’m always going to look out for you, Jordan, no matter what happens,” he said, and before I knew what he was going to do next, he was lifting me up in his arms.

  “Rodeo, no! Your arm!” I squealed, as he started carrying me across the room and towards my bedroom. How was he even doing this? He had to be in so much pain!

  He said nothing, just kept looking into my eyes till he carried me to my bed and laid me gently down on it. With his hands caressing every curve of my body, he started slowly undressing me. First my blood crusted white t-shirt, then my jeans and then he was stripping my undergarments off.

  I allowed him to do whatever he wanted. I liked the feel of his rough quick hands on my body, and the way my pussy throbbed and grew hot. I was lying naked on my bed now, looking up at him.

  Rodeo started undoing his belt next and I watched him. He was already shirtless, and I admired his chiseled abs and the tattoos. Every inch of him was pure muscle, his chest was wide like his shoulders, his neck was strong like his wrists—I wanted to feel that scratchy beard on my nipples, on my belly.

  I rolled my bare hips, arching my back up and presenting my pussy to him. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. I could feel the rush of desire taking a hold of my whole body. I was paralyzed by my need for him.

  “Rodeo…” I whispered his name and watched as his jeans fell off and then his boxers. His cock was hard and erect between his legs and he was standing over the bed, looking down at my body. His eyes focused on my pebbled brown nipples and he grabbed his cock in his hands and gave it a quick stroke. I could see the tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum, he was just as ready for me as I was for him.

  “Do you even know how beautiful you are?” he asked, as he swung his legs over the bed. Now he was over me, his legs on either side of my outstretched body. He was on his knees, stroking his massive throbbing cock. I moaned as I moved my body, following his every move with hungry large eyes. I just wanted him to take me.

  ***

  Rodeo stroked his cock while he kneeled over me, and I reached for my pussy. We were pleasuring ourselves while looking at each other. My fingers slipped towards my clit, it was swollen and throbbing and I started rubbing.

  My other hand immediately rose to my right breast and I clutched it tightly, squeezing it and tugging at my nipple while I stroked myself with my other hand.

  Rodeo grunted, while he clutched his cock, stroking it hard up and down. I could see his body shaking, the fierceness in his deep blue eyes, and my lips parted with desire.

  “Put your finger in,” he commanded me and I did as I was told. I slowly slipped my forefinger into my pussy and my body reverberated from the sensation. I could feel myself soaring, as I slid my finger in and out of my folds.

  Rodeo didn’t stop stroking himself, he was grunting louder, his strokes had become harder and slowly, we were working ourselves up to an orgasm.

  “Two fingers,” he growled, watching me with a firm face. His eyes were focused on my quivering breasts as my hands moved. With my breath caught in my throat, I slipped my middle finger into my pussy to join the first one. I cried out from the pressure. My fingers were slipping in my own juices, sliding deeper and deeper within me—where Rodeo should have been.

  He was big and lumbering as he kneeled over me, his eyes scanning my body, his shoulders shaking as he stroked himself hard.

  “Three,” he said, almost like it was a question. I gulped and slipped a third finger in. I knew I was going to come. My pussy was filled up and my juices were trickling down from my slit. I slid my fingers in and out, slowly at first but now the pressure was mounting. I was so close to the edge. I closed my eyes and arched my body up so that my fingers could slide deep inside.

  I moaned loudly, just as I felt Rodeo’s hands on mine. He was guiding my fingers out of my pussy.

  My eyes flew open. I was so close to coming! Rodeo parted my legs, so he could position himself right between my thighs. My heart was racing, there was a film of sweat on my forehead. I looked at his cock with a salivating mouth as he guided himself closer to my folds.

  He looked up at me and our eyes met. He stroked his cock once more, and I started panting. I felt like I was going to burst if he didn’t thrust himself inside me.

  “Good girl,” he mumbled, as he reached for my clit. With his thumb stroking my swollen wet clit, he guided his cock closer to me, then gently, he pushed apart my folds and I felt the tip of his cock enter me.

  I cried out, rising my body upwards and he clenched his jaws. He placed his hand on the center of my chest and gently pushed me back on the bed. His cock slid in an inch deeper and I could feel my pussy expanding. He was so big inside me! My pussy was so hot and ready for him!

  Inch by inch, Rodeo’s cock filled my pussy and with every move he made, he came closer to making me come. I moaned and bunched up the sheets with my hands, arching my body and thrusting my hips further towards him. Rodeo started pumping.

  He had taken me by surprise. Slow at first and then wild when his cock was fully inside me. He thrust harder and harder, our bodies slamming into each other’s. The bed was shaking. I thought the frames hanging on my walls were going to crash to the floor!

  He held me by my hip with one hand, while his other kept rubbing my clit…raising me up and up towards the orgasm I’d been waiting for. I wanted to come with him, I wanted to share that moment of release with him but I knew th
at I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I had to let go.

  Sighing loudly, I fell back down on the bed again and stretched my legs as wide apart as possible. I could feel every inch of his cock inside me, filling me up, the tip of his cock stroking against the spot in me that was setting my orgasm in motion.

  I came violently, my whole body shook along with the bed and Rodeo grabbed my breasts. He leaned in towards me, pumping his cock in and out of me while he started coming too. We were orgasming together. I could feel his cock shooting inside me, his seed dripping in me and I laughed as I came. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt, how absolutely blown away I was by this orgasm.

  Our bodies swayed and rose and fell while we came, our juices mingling and our bodies intertwined. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I finally felt like some sense was returning to my head. We were both out of breath and panting.

  Rodeo collapsed on me, covering me with the length of his tall strong body and I felt crushed underneath him. This was exactly how I wanted to feel.

  Still breathing heavily, he looked at me and then kissed me lightly on my lips.

  “You drive me fucking insane, woman,” he growled and I bit down on my lips.

  “I’m sorry,” I said weakly, but I didn’t mean it. I felt lucky to be the woman who drove Rodeo crazy. He nibbled the tip of my nose affectionately and smiled.

  “Is it just me or does it feel like I’m living in your apartment?” he asked and we both burst out laughing.

  “I like having you here,” I said and we hugged each other tightly. Rodeo’s nose and lips were in my hair as he held me.

  “Ditto,” he whispered in my ear.

  Chapter 23

  Three Months Later

  Rodeo

  It was nine at night, and I was riding my bike towards the community college where Jordan went for her classes. This was her last class, and she had one final exam coming up in two weeks after which she could take up a training position as a teacher in a local school. I knew she was excited about it, and I was too…more than that, I was proud of her for passing her previous exams and getting to this stage. I was aware of how stressful the past three months had been for her.