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 that 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.
23
Rodeo
Three Months Later
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.
I reached the building and parked my bike in the parking lot. It was dark, and I wouldn’t have let her take the bus back to our apartment. I was still worried about her life being under threat.
Now that Fred’s killer was dead, the Hell’s Drifters had no reason to come after Jordan…no logical reason at least, but they were mad fuckers and could be looking for revenge on me because I’d killed one of their guys. But I knew they were a big Club and didn’t have the same sense of loyalty towards their members, as we had towards ours.
Either way, I was protective of Jordan, in the same way that I knew Fred had been all his life. Sometimes, in the past three months that we had been together, I felt that maybe I had invited Jordan i
nto the very life that Fred didn’t want her to have. But I couldn’t do anything about it now, I didn’t have the same guts to stay away from Jordan; the way Fred had stayed away from Sarah. Now that I had found this woman who I couldn’t live without, I wasn’t willing to give her up.
I waited in the parking lot for a few minutes, before I saw her walking towards me. Her swinging hips and her voluptuous breasts were silhouetted by the street lights as she approached me, and I couldn’t believe that this beautiful intelligent woman was choosing to be with me.
I pulled her into my arms the moment she was within reach. I’d spent the entire day away from her and now I couldn’t wait to touch her again.
“How was class?” I asked, after we’d kissed and had our bodies pressed hotly together. Every time I touched Jordan, I felt like I was on fire. How long was it going to take before having her in my life was going to start feeling normal? Nothing about her was ordinary, and the feelings I had for her weren’t ordinary either. No other woman had ever done this to me before.
“It was good. I’m all done now,” she said, beaming and tucking some stray strands of her electric raven hair behind her ears. She seemed excited to be done with college and I kissed her again. It was so fucking hard to resist her. Within seconds, I could feel my cock moving in my pants. I wanted her. Eight hours was too long to be apart from her.
I led her by the hand to my bike, but Jordan stopped still in her tracks abruptly and I turned to look at her.
“Everything okay?” I asked and suddenly I noticed that she was looking nervous. She began by nodding her head and then she was shaking it.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I growled. I was immediately on red alert. My eyes were darting around the parking lot.
“Rodeo! Nothing happened. I’m fine,” she said loudly, grabbing my attention back towards her again. I stared at her with my brows crinkled. She tucked some more of her hair behind her ears and then licked her lips.
“I didn’t want to tell you sooner…because I was hoping it was a false alarm. I’m afraid of your reaction to this,” she said, in a weak voice, even though she was forcing herself to look straight at me.
When I looked into her eyes, I knew exactly what was going on. I pulled her into my arms and wrapped her tightly against my body. With one hand I stroked her head gently as she pressed her cheek to my chest. She was warm and soft and beautiful and I knew that I could hold her forever. I would protect her forever, and the baby she was carrying. I was going to be a father, and I couldn’t believe that she was afraid of telling me.
It was because of Fred.
I pulled Jordan away from me so that I could look into her eyes.
“Beautiful, I’m not going to leave you. I’m not going to do that to us,” I said. Jordan’s eyes were pinched and red, and she tried to hold back the tears as she nodded her head.
“It’s just that Fred…my father…” she began to say and I hushed her up by kissing her deeply again.
“I am not Fred, and I’m not in this by myself. Fred didn’t have an MC watching his back, he owed them money and he was by himself. The circumstances are different for us…and besides, I love you, Jordan. I can’t live without you,” I said, forcing my voice to not go shaky. She was going to be the mother of my child. Jordan Avery. The most beautiful woman on Earth was carrying a part of me inside her.
She smiled and then bit down on her lip as she looked at me.
“I love you, Rodeo. I can’t imagine living my life without you,” she whispered and she jumped on me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me wildly.
She had no idea. She had no fucking idea how hard I was going to work all my life to keep her and our kid happy. Fred’s grandchild. I felt honored.
I kissed Jordan back, pressing her to myself, grabbing her ass in my hands so I could push her deeper to me. She was breathless by the time I was done with her.
“Let’s go home, Jordan. There are things I want to do to you,” I growled in her ear and she was smiling.
Abe
1
Abe
Lila and Jordan had taken care of my gunshot wound, and after I left Jordan’s apartment, I took off the sling she had tied my arm in. I straightened my fingers, feeling my knuckles crack and my muscles ache. The only way to heal a wound like this was by pushing through the pain.
The girls had insisted that I keep the sling on; something about not putting too much pressure on the wound in my shoulder. But I didn’t want to turn up at Vanity’s apartment in bandages.
It was the middle of the night, and I waved goodbye to Lila and Girth who got on his bike and rode away. When I moved my arms to get a grip on the accelerator, I felt a current of pain shoot up and down my spine. I pushed through it, clutching the gear tightly with my gloved hands. Getting shot was collateral damage in the life I had chosen for myself. My body would heal on its own, I didn’t need to keep an arm in a sling along the way.
I rode towards Vanity’s apartment. I wasn’t sure if she would be back from her shift at the strip club yet. It wasn’t that kinda relationship. It wasn’t like we texted each other all day and updated each other on our whereabouts.
I’d been fucking her for almost three months now, ever since her first night at the strip club when I paid her triple the amount she was supposed to charge for a private dance. She was a voluptuous blond with a tiny waist and she screamed loudly when I fucked her doggy-style.
I didn’t know how many other guys she was fucking, and I didn’t want to know. I didn’t ask her any questions, just like she asked me none either. It was a relationship of mutual understanding, it worked for me and I had every intention of keeping it that way.
After fights and being in the middle of a shootout like the one we were in, to extract vengeance for Fred’s death—I was in the mood for a good fuck. I could have gone back to the strip club or picked up one of the groupies who hung around our bar, T-Bone; but Vanity was quickly turning into a habit. I knew I could fall asleep at her apartment and in the morning, she wouldn’t expect me to have breakfast with her.
It was a good fight. The bald fucker who had shot and killed Fred was now dead, our MC had got its revenge and the rest of my brothers were celebrating. I, on the other hand, had an itch in the pit of my stomach for more. How much longer were we going to remain the underdogs?
We were a small MC; our main business had been counterfeit alcohol and stolen goods. We had always stayed out of the territory of other bigger MCs like The Dark Legion and The Hell’s Drifters…we didn’t get ourselves involved in drugs and the weapons trade because we didn’t have the manpower to handle the rain of fire that we’d receive from the other MCs.
But I was itching for more. This shootout had given me a taste for victory, it got my adrenaline pumping and I wanted that brain-numbing feeling of taking a risk. Of not knowing if I’d get out of a fight dead or alive. Our MC needed to push our imaginary boundaries.
I parked my bike outside Vanity’s apartment building and I took the steps two-at a time up. I had been ignoring the throbbing wound in my shoulder, so that now, the ache had become a part of me, another one of my old habits.
I rapped on her door loudly, hoping that she was back. I could already feel my cock moving in my jeans. It needed to be inside a warm tight pussy right now.
Vanity opened the door a few seconds later. It seemed like she hadn’t changed out of her work clothes yet. She was in her usual fishnet stockings and the red leather skirt and the matching bikini top she usually wore at the club, before she started stripping them off.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a snappy voice, just cracking the door open an inch. I placed my hand on the door and pushed it open.
“What the fuck do you think?” I growled and stepped into her dimly lit apartment. She stumbled away from the door and looked nervously over her shoulder. I followed her gaze to the small living room at the end of the corridor and I knew instantly what was going on. She’d brought
a customer back to her place.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her juicy breasts. I clenched my jaws, narrowing my eyes at her. Her makeup was caked thick on her face, her eyelashes were dark and unnaturally long.
I strode into the living room, to find a guy in a shirt and tie, sitting on her dusty old couch.
“Get out,” I growled at him and he jumped off the couch. He looked like a banker or a salesperson or something like that; someone who sat at a computer all day and somehow made loads of money without risking his life once.
“Abe, what the actual fuck? You can’t just come in here like this!” Vanity had followed me into the living room while I strode over to the guy. He splayed his hands over his face in defense, thinking that I was going to punch him. I wasn’t, he wasn’t even putting up a fight. What good was that going to do?
“Get the fuck out!” I growled at him again, our faces just inches away.
“Okay, yeah, I’m gone,” he mumbled and picking up his jacket from the couch, he scurried out of the living room and Vanity chased after him.
I clenched my fists as I stood in the room. I could hear her high-pitched voice as she followed him to the door.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting him to come over. I’m so sorry. Will I see you again?”
The guy wasn’t replying to her, clearly he was scared shitless.
I heard the door open and close and then the clicking sound of Vanity’s heels as she walked back down the corridor.
“Why would you do that?” she hissed, placing her hands on her hips.
“I thought you didn’t bring clients back to your place. Isn’t that what you told me?” I asked, running a hand through my closely cropped hair. Vanity rolled her eyes.
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