CHOPPER

by Jessie Cooke

  2

  Chopper had been on his way back to the hotel when the woman ran out in front of him. Most of the Skulls were leaving at three in the morning for Sturgis; he had already been up since five a.m. He had come into Boston early to have breakfast with his parents. They were only going to be in the city for the day. After breakfast he had followed his mom around the mall and then had a drink and a late lunch with his dad before they hit the road again. He was glad he’d already registered at his hotel, an old place by Boston Common. He was on his way there when the woman had stepped out in front of him; he had originally planned on turning in early that night. But it looked like his plans were changing.

  The woman had just stepped off the curb and then froze in the middle of the street as if she’d just realized where she was. If he hadn’t been paying attention, he would have mowed her right down on his thousand-pound classic Harley chopper. At first, he’d been ready to get angry, thinking that she was probably drunk or high. His chopper was his first love, his baby, and obviously how he’d gotten his nickname as well. He’d been working since he was thirteen years old and every cent he saved had gone into that bike. Anyone that so much as left a smudge on the chrome was taking their life in their hands. So, the thought of some wasted chick causing him to dump it enraged him and he’d jumped off in the middle of the intersection ready to go off on her. But for just a second when her green eyes met his brown ones, he didn’t see drunk or high. He saw terrified. Then she’d taken off and he hadn’t been able to just let her go. He pushed the bike into the red zone and jogged after her, and when he caught up to her he realized as soon as he touched her that it was a mistake, but the damage was done. Now he was the source of her fear and even if she did need help, she wasn’t going to let him be the one to help her.

  The second time she told him to go away, he was prepared to do just that. But as soon as he got back to the bike, he saw a guy in a brown leather jacket, standing up against the building on the corner, looking in her direction. Chopper tried not to be obvious about it as he got on the bike, but he watched the guy for several seconds and decided he was definitely looking at the woman, and not in a friendly way. He started the bike and in the midst of the evening traffic, he flipped an illegal U-turn. By the time he turned on to Charles Avenue, the guy watching the girl was on the move. Chopper got close to the sidewalk and as soon as the guy saw him he turned down one of the narrow alleys and disappeared. He thought about going after him, but a lot of the bars on the street had entrances from both the front and the alley behind. He would feel better keeping the woman in sight, just in case the guy was circling around behind her.

  He continued following her for over a block before she noticed him. She looked both angry and frightened when she practically dove head first into a dive bar at the end of the street. At that point she was no longer alone on the street and would have been much harder to snatch if that’s what the guy in the brown jacket intended to do. Chopper should have just gone on his way then, but he couldn’t get past the feeling that he was suddenly somehow responsible for making sure she made it home safely, or wherever she was headed for the night.

  Chopper parked the bike on the street and fed the meter. By the time he stepped into the bar, the woman was on a stool with her back to him. He really was just trying to be a good guy, but he couldn’t help but notice the way her waist dipped in and her hips spread out, filling up those jeans so nicely that his palms itched to touch them. Her long brown hair hung down her back in messy ringlets and he got a mental image of all that hair spread out across a white pillowcase while he was looking down at her…Fuck! He shook off those thoughts and walked up to the bar. He took a seat about three stools away from her and watched her stare down at the drink the bartender had just set in front of her. It was a shot of some kind of whiskey, and she was looking at it like it was a snake and was about to bite her. At least she was until she noticed Chopper and turned her green eyes in his direction. The terror was suddenly replaced by flames, and she was shooting them at him.

  “What the fuck? Why are you following me?”

  The pretty young bartender approaching him stopped and cocked an eyebrow in his direction when she heard her. She was tatted up from her neck down and she looked a little rough around the edges. Chopper got the feeling that she would have a soft spot for bikers. He smiled and winked at her and she immediately smiled back and said:

  “What are you drinking, doll?”

  “Whatever you got on tap is good,” he told her, laying a twenty on the bar. When she turned away to pull his beer from the tap he moved one stool closer to the woman he was chasing and said, “There’s a man in a brown leather jacket standing down the street, up against a building, watching you. He has dark hair, about five nine…” He didn’t have to go on. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. She was running from that guy. “I just want to make sure you get home safe. I promise. That’s it.”

  “Why?”

  The bartender set his beer down and took the twenty. “Keep the change, darlin’.” She winked at him and the woman next to him rolled her eyes. He couldn’t hide his smile. “Why not?” he said, in answer to her question. “Is there a law against being a nice guy these days?”

  She ran her eyes over his kutte and then rested them back on his face. While she was thinking that over, it gave him time to study her. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of make-up. He could clearly see the spray of light brown freckles across her nose. Her green eyes were surrounded by long eyelashes. They were lighter than her hair, but longer than the bartender’s lashes, which he was pretty sure were false. “His” woman looked good from all sides, but as much as he’d love to hit on her and spend the night having wild sex before he rode out to Sturgis, he wasn’t going to. She had obviously already been through too much today.

  “So, you’re like a caped crusader without a cape?” she asked, sarcastically.

  He grinned and took a drink of his beer. He noticed that she still hadn’t touched her drink, but she looked down at it every once in a while, as if to make sure it was still there. “I prefer crusader in a kutte.”

  “Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes again, but she at least smiled that time. Damn, she’s pretty. “I’m really fine, though. I’ll call a cab.”

  “Suit yourself,” he said, drinking more of his beer. He looked back at the drink in front of her and said, “Something wrong with your drink?”

  She looked down at it and if he wasn’t mistaken, there was something like longing in her eyes. “No,” she said. “Just not thirsty.”

  3

  Chopper couldn’t help but wonder why she’d ordered a drink if she wasn’t thirsty, but he let it go for now. She looked like she was deep in thought and he found himself curious about what was on her mind. He didn’t usually wonder much about what a woman was thinking. He figured she’d either tell him, or she wouldn’t. But he found himself interested in knowing this woman for some reason. Maybe it was because he could almost feel her trying to shut herself off from him. He tried a different tactic. “I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Chopper.”

  She smirked and said, “I read that on your vest.”

  He looked down like he’d forgotten it was there and then with a wink in her direction said, “Life would be a lot easier if everyone stitched their name on their chest. Since you’re not wearing yours, would you mind telling me what it is?”

  She suddenly stood up and said, “Yeah, actually I would mind. You staying around here somewhere?”

  Caught off-guard for a second he said, “Um…yeah. I have a room at the Common for the night.”

  She leaned in close then, close enough that he could smell her shampoo and maybe even her toothpaste, and she whispered, “I don’t want to know anything else about you. I don’t want to tell you anything else about me. What I want is to not be alone tonight. I want to fuck you, Chopper. How do you feel about that?”

  If his cock could speak, he would have answer
ed, especially since he was having a hard time finding his voice. “Um…I…”

  She got even closer. Their lips were almost touching as she said, “I thought bikers were supposed to be badass and always ready to fuck. Was I wrong?”

  Chopper stood up and put his arm around her waist all in one movement. He thought he saw that confidence in her eyes shift for just a second, but he didn’t give her a chance to change her mind…at least not in that moment. He pressed his lips into hers and kissed her right there at the bar in front of everyone. Her lips were hot, soft, and sexy, and her tongue was tracing every dark contour of his mouth and making him wonder what it might feel like on other parts of his body. Fuck no, she wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t sure how “badass” he was, but he was always ready to fuck. When he let her up for air he didn’t even speak. He just took her by the hand and led her out of the bar and toward his bike. He opened the saddlebag and pulled out his lightweight helmet and handed it to her. She strapped it on and after he slid onto the bike, she slipped on behind him. Chopper hadn’t had a woman on his bike in a long time. He forgot how much he loved it. There was nothing sexier than the feel of a firm set of breasts pressed into his back and a soft pair of hands around his waist.

  The hotel was only a few blocks away, thank God, because his cock was already throbbing. It didn’t help that she was resting her hands right down on top of it. She didn’t move them at all, but the pressure against his jeans and just knowing how close he was to having one of them wrapped around his shaft was making him lightheaded. As he turned into the parking garage next to the hotel she worked one of her hands up underneath his t-shirt. He sucked in a hard breath when her warm fingers made contact with his skin. She traced them across the muscles in his abs and played across the trail of hair that led down into his jeans, and to the place he wanted her to touch so badly that it was painful. He almost wrecked his beautiful bike against a parked car as he was trying to park it, and as soon as he turned it off, he jumped up and pulled her off the bike with him. He was in perpetual motion as he grabbed her hand in his and pulled her toward the hotel entrance. He grumbled when he remembered he had to sign in at the desk and get his key. Luckily the guy behind the desk seemed to sense the urgency and he made it quick. As soon as Chopper had the key he practically dragged her into the small elevator with him and when the doors closed he pushed her up against the mirrored wall and brought his mouth down on hers, hard. While they kissed he could feel her grinding her hips into him and rubbing her stomach across the bulge in his jeans. He wished the fucking hotel was taller.

  The doors slid open on the third floor too soon, and he kept his hold on her while they walked toward room 318. He pushed her up against the door and slid the key card in the lock behind her. When he turned the handle and pushed on the door, she almost fell in backwards. He kept a firm hold on her and walked her backwards into the dark room, kicking the door closed behind them. He reached over with one hand and flicked on the light. The room was instantly flooded with it and he could see in the bright light that she was even hotter. He took the collar of her leather jacket in both of his hands while he kissed her again and pushed it off her shoulders. She shook her arms and let it fall to the floor.

  Once again, he covered her sexy mouth with his, this time shoving his tongue in hard, and deep. He wasn’t usually big on a lot of kissing. He just liked to get down to business. But her mouth was so warm, and she tasted like cinnamon and sugar and he couldn’t get enough. He also liked the way she kissed him back like she’d been starving, and he was the first meal she’d had in weeks. He felt her hands underneath his shirt again, this time on his back, running up toward his shoulders. They kissed, licked, and sucked at each other’s mouths passionately while she massaged the muscles in his back. His cock was throbbing, and he had to grind it into her stomach to get just a modicum of relief. He felt her smile against his lips right before she bit down gently and said:

  “Take off your clothes.”

  He wasn’t used to being told what to do but lost all train of thought when she pulled off her own shirt and tossed it aside. She was standing in front of him in a sexy little pink bra and she looked fucking amazing. He couldn’t believe his luck. He pulled off his vest and his t-shirt, and he liked the way her eyes widened when she looked at his chest. He watched her unbutton her jeans and waited for her to push them down and shimmy out of them before taking his off. He didn’t want to miss anything. He was still in his boxers and she was wearing a pair of pink panties. It wasn’t a thong, but not a hell of a lot of material either. Her legs were long and smooth, and she had tattoos on the outer parts of each one of her thighs. He would take the time to inspect those later. For now, he just wanted to fuck her. Worse than that…he wanted to taste her.

  He watched her push those sexy little panties down to her ankles and then he dropped down to his knees in front of her. He pushed her thighs apart and pressed his face into her wet, fragrant pussy. His tongue came out and ran down along her slit, skimming her hard clit when he reached the top and causing her body to convulse. He slid his hands between her thighs and used his thumbs to pull open her lips, so his tongue could delve inside. He shoved it in and out of her wet tunnel before sliding it up to her clit and flicking it back and forth. She moaned and put her hands in his hair, pressing his face into her harder. He rubbed his rough face against her soft flesh while he sucked on her engorged clit. She was so wet that the tops of her thighs were soaked, and he took time to lick them both, cleaning all the sweet juice off them before standing up and shoving his tongue back into her mouth.

  He was so intent on kissing her again that it took him a second to realize that one of her hands was making its way down into his shorts. He sucked in a hard breath when she grabbed his cock. Her hand barely fit around the shaft of it, but she had a good grip and she began to stroke it up and down. Chopper put one of his hands down between her legs and played with her lips with his fingers, causing her to stroke him harder and faster. He opened up her slit and let one of his fingers slide up into her. She gasped and stroked him harder. He started walking her backwards while sliding a second finger up into her. He moved them around inside of her, causing her grip on him to tighten even more.

  When the back of her legs hit the bed, he lowered her down onto it and then started to take off his shorts.

  “Condom,” she said. Chopper reached for his jeans and fished one out of the pocket. She watched as he ripped it open and rolled it over his length. Then he stood poised over her and ran his hand up and down the shaft a few times before letting the head of it slide along between her lips. She moaned, and he pulled back, which elicited a louder, deeper groan. “Fuck me,” she said.

  He grinned. “In a minute. Aren’t we impatient!” He rubbed the tip of his cock all over her lips and down between her legs, finally letting the tip of it slide into her. Fireworks went off in his head as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he felt her thigh muscles tighten as she tried to force him in deeper. “You want more, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “How much more?”

  “I want all of it. Fuck me, Chopper.”

  “Tell me your name.”

  “Fuck!”

  “In a minute,” he said, “if you tell me your name.”

  “It’s Chelsea, now fuck me, please.”

  Chopper didn’t make her wait any longer. He slid his thick cock into her, feeling her open up to him as he did. She was so fucking tight, though, it felt like fucking a virgin. “Oh Jesus.”

  She tightened her legs around him again and lifted her hips up off the bed so she could rock against him each time he plunged forward into her. He held onto her so she didn’t move, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. He was slamming into her at such a pace he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he pulled back and slowed down, sliding his hands underneath her until he got to her upper back and holding her up so her head fell back and her neck was exposed to him. He leaned down
and took a bite of her sweet flesh, holding it in his mouth, sucking and licking at it. He wanted to eat her up.

  She was thrusting her hips up and down while he focused on her neck, but he couldn’t take that for long. At last he lowered her butt down to the bed and climbed up fully on top of her. He pushed her legs open even further and with their muscles taut and skin covered in a sheen of silky sweat they both let go, and for several minutes they just fucked like animals with no goal in mind but the ultimate satisfaction. Chopper felt his orgasm building and just before he exploded, he cried out her name. She dug her fingernails into his back and had her own explosive orgasm at the same time. Chopper fucked her the entire time that she was coming, and it took her a long time to finish. She lay underneath him panting, with her hair messy around her face and across the white pillowcase. Her lips and cheeks were bright red and beads of sweat rolled down between her heavy breasts. Just looking down at her after they’d both just come made his cock begin to twitch again, and less than ten minutes later he was rolling on a second condom and hoping like hell he’d brought a third.

  4

  Chelsea woke up with a dry mouth, hair in her face, and throbbing between her legs. It wasn’t the kind of throb she got when she was horny, but instead the kind that…oh fuck! It was the kind that ached along with the rest of her body after a night of passion. It was surprising she remembered that, since it had been years since she’d woken up with it, and years before that when she was sober. What the fuck did she do? Damn it! She knew what she did, the question really was…why? Slowly she turned her head to the side, taking in the profile of the sexy beast asleep next to her. Fuck, he’s hot. Chopper looked like he was sound asleep. His eyelashes lay perfectly still against his cheeks and those lips she couldn’t get enough of the night before were turned up slightly at the edges in a sexy little smile. The five o’clock shadow he’d had the night before…the one that was probably the cause of the scratchiness between her thighs…looked like it had expanded overnight. The sheet was pulled up just to his hips, covering the massive tool he’d used like a weapon at least three times that she could remember, before they both passed out. His morning wood was evident through the thin cotton sheet that covered it. She tried to distract herself by moving her eyes up to his chest. He had a nice chest, and his arms were hot too. His right biceps had a barbed-wire tattoo around it, but instead of black like most of them were, his was in vivid color and there was a skull in the center of the wire, like it was caught in it. She liked the art, and it looked sexy as hell on him. He had one on the back of his calf too. She’d only caught a glimpse of that one, but she would have liked to explore it further.