by Lane Hart
“No, it’s fine,” I say, since the more I learn about him, the more certain I am of my first impression—that he’s a good guy. A really good guy.
“The air conditioner repairman will probably be here soon.” War gets to his feet. “Think our clothes are dry?” he asks even though, just as I expected, he looks perfectly comfortable walking around naked. And why shouldn’t he? The man is pure, muscular perfection.
“Ah, let me go see,” I tell him before I head into my bathroom-slash-laundry room where my stacked washer and dryer are shoved into a corner. I open the dryer door and feel around inside. Is it wrong that I want to toss his clothes into the bathtub with the faucet running to postpone him redressing just a little longer?
“Are they ready?” War’s deep voice asks from behind me, causing me to startle.
“Yeah, I think so,” I answer while removing his articles of clothing and offering them to him. He redresses in a matter of seconds, which is a shame, and I slip on a pair of panties and the cutoffs I was wearing earlier.
Then, the two of us wait.
Chapter Five
War
I need to get a hold of myself and reel my shit in.
After getting the best blowjob of my life and eating gourmet pussy, I started running my mouth, telling this woman who I don’t know all sorts of shit about my life. At least I was able to stop myself before mentioning Ren. My little man was all the reason I needed to shut the hell up and a huge reminder that I can’t get involved with a woman, especially one I don’t know just because her mouth is amazing.
There’s already one female in my son’s life who is sure to fuck him over. I won’t bring any others around him only to have them pull a disappearing act a few weeks or months later, devastating me and my kid. I have enough trouble handling the two women I’m responsible for—my sister and my ex-wife. Not that I should be taking care of Marcie, but if I didn’t give her money every month, Ren would never see his mother outside of a prison cell. She would most likely be working on the corner.
I must be some sort of magnet to needy women. Somehow, I ended up here with Nova who I just met, and yet I’m already worried about whether or not she’ll be able to eat once I’m gone tonight.
After my socks and boots are on again, I head over to the tiny kitchen to look inside the refrigerator. It’s empty, other than a milk carton with only a drop of milk in it and a few condiments. The freezer doesn’t look much better with the frozen pizza she promised to fix us and some frozen waffles. I search the cabinets next and find a loaf of bread, peanut butter, a box of pasta noodles, and tomato sauce.
That’s it.
Jesus.
“Hungry?” Nova asks from behind me.
“We need to go to the grocery store,” I grumble.
“No, we don’t,” she says, when she slips past me to pull out the pizza and turn on the oven. “We have everything we need here for dinner.”
“This is no way to live,” I tell her.
“It’s fine,” she says. “I get paid next Friday.”
So, if we eat pizza tonight, she can have spaghetti and waffles tomorrow, maybe leftovers on Sunday. Then what? Peanut butter sandwiches for the next five days? That’s absurd.
“Pack a bag. After they fix the air conditioning, you’re coming with me,” I tell Nova, even though I’m not sure where we’re going to go. I don’t trust her enough to take her back to my house. Most of my MC brothers don’t even know where I live. It’s how I make sure my two separate lives don’t overlap and I keep my family safe.
“Excuse you?” Nova asks, her eyebrows raised.
“We can stay in town where I’ll be working on your car most of tomorrow, and I can take you out to breakfast and dinner.”
“While I appreciate you agreeing to fix my car, you don’t have to take me out.”
“Then I’m not fixing your car,” I tell her with my arms crossed over my chest.
“That’s not playing fair,” she huffs. When I don’t respond, she eventually caves. “Fine, but if I stay with you and let you take me out, I’m gonna have to fuck you.”
“Well, okay then,” I agree, since I won’t argue with that caveat. “I guess that means we’re gonna need condoms.”
“Not necessarily,” Nova says. Before I can voice my concerns about trusting another woman who says she’s on birth control again, she lifts her shirt and points to the three-inch scar on her lower belly that I felt earlier when she was lying upside down on my lap. “I’m sterile from cervical cancer.”
“Oh,” I mutter as the regret in her voice hits me. “Shit, I’m sorry, Nova,” I say when I realize that regret is not for surviving cancer but because she can never have kids.
“It’s fine,” she replies with a wave of her hand. “I’m too young to want kids right now and when I do, there’s always surrogates and…and adoption.”
“Yeah, of course,” I agree, even though I can’t imagine that it’s the same. Ren is my own flesh and blood. He’s a part of me. And while that’s not the only reason why I love him, I think it’s partially responsible for why I love him so damn much that I would gladly take a bullet for him.
“But going back to the condom issue, if you’ve been tested recently, then there’s no reason why we can’t skip them. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” Nova explains.
“I have been tested but I think that if we’re gonna sleep together, we should probably still use condoms,” I tell her. Her face falls with the understanding that I still don’t trust her. How could I, after the last woman I was with got pregnant and then nearly killed my son by using drugs while she was breastfeeding.
“Okay. Then we’ll need to buy some.”
“And I should probably make it clear now before this goes any further that I’m not looking for a relationship,” I admit.
“Me either,” Nova says with a smile. “Why would I want to be with someone like you, all big and hot and kind, with freaking amazing oral skills? You’re not even close to my type, buddy.”
“Good,” I reply with a grin. “So, we’ll share the weekend together, but that’s it?”
“Deal,” she says, offering me her hand to shake on it.
I’m already getting the feeling that Nova uses humor as a defense mechanism. And while she is funny, I hope she really means that she understands where I stand because I don’t have time for an old lady, even if there weren’t all the other parts of my life that prevent me from dating a woman.
…
Nova
He’s not looking for a relationship.
I should’ve known the good-looking son of a bitch was too good to be true.
But if all he can offer is the weekend, that’s fine. I wasn’t totally lying when I said he wasn’t my type. While the whole bad boy biker in leather thing may be incredibly sexy, I get the feeling those guys are probably into bad shit I wouldn’t approve of or want to be involved in. And I do want children someday, just not right now. When that time comes, I don’t see the guy in the biker gang getting on board for adopting a child. That’s not exactly the kind of lifestyle where children belong, if half the rumors I hear about the Savage Kings are true. Getting too close to War would be dangerous and hazardous to my health.
One thing I’m certain of though, is that spending the weekend with him will most likely include plenty more earth-shattering orgasms like the ones earlier today. And that is good enough for me.
When a knock sounds on the door, War says, “I’ll get it,” like he lives here or something. I follow him over to the door where he opens it up to a cute, young guy with short messy blond hair, wearing a sweaty gray logo t-shirt that says, “Mitchell’s Heating and Air.”
“Hey, I’m here to fix the AC,” the guy tells War. When he looks around him and sees me, he lifts his chin in greeting and flashes me a smile. “I’m Parker. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nova,” I say, reaching around War to offer him a handshake that he takes.
“No
va? Cool name,” the repair guy, Parker, replies with a bigger grin.
“You wanna look at the AC or what?” War snaps. “It’s not getting any cooler in here.”
He then reaches over to the foot of the bed where he left his damp leather biker vest and slips his arms through it. At first, I can’t figure out why he would put on more clothing, as hot as it is in here, but then I see the repairman’s response when he notices the patches.
Parker’s face pales a little before he says, “Shit. Sorry, sir. I’ll have it fixed in no time. I swear.”
And he does.
Parker is in and out, leaving us with cool air blowing from a new window unit.
“What was that?” I ask War after he shuts the door with the repair guy’s departure.
“What?” he asks as he takes a seat on the foot of the bed in direct line of the cool air coming from the air conditioner.
“Does your Savage Kings vest have magical powers?” I ask as I stand between his legs and pinch the leather opening between my finger and thumb.
“It’s a cut,” he corrects. “And yeah, I guess it does have some power around here.”
“Why’s that?” I ask curiously, wondering if he’ll fill me in on the activities of the big, bad MC he runs with.
“The Savage Kings own most of the city,” he says, and I take that to mean that they own more than the physical buildings on the strip. “People respect what we’ve done to grow the economy over the last few years and keep the city safe.”
“How long have you been a member?” I ask as I run my hand down the front of the “cut” until I feel something hard underneath my fingers. “Holy shit, that’s a big gun!”
“A long time,” War answers my question vaguely, then grabs my wrist to remove my hand from his hardware and places it on the front bulge of his jeans. “This is bigger, in case you forgot.”
“I thought we were leaving,” I say, since he told me to turn the oven off and put the pizza back in the freezer because he wants to take me to dinner. But I don’t remove my hand, squeezing his swelling length instead.
“Maybe we should just stay here a little longer,” he suggests, letting my wrist go to grab my hips and press his thumbs down under the waistband of my loose cutoff shorts.
“I don’t sleep with men I just met,” I remind him of my rule.
“And I don’t usually bury my face between the legs of a woman I just met, but sometimes exceptions have to be made, right?” he asks while popping the top button on my shorts. His reminder of the orgasms he gave me earlier are enough to sway the scales toward yes. I’ll bend my rule and give this to him. Whether it’s because of the loneliness after being on my own for so long, or the fact that he swooped in and saved the day, I’m not sure. But there’s something about this sexy, sweet man that makes me incapable of refusing him anything.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I point out when I climb up on the bed, straddling his lap while still working my hand on his cock.
Brushing his lips over mine, he says, “I think we can make do one time.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“Besides,” he adds, sliding his hands up the sides of my waist under my shirt until they’re cupping both my breasts. “I’d really like to come on these beautiful tits.”
“That works for me,” I agree on a gasping breath. I’ve never met any men who are this vulgar and straightforward when it comes to sex, but I like it.
War suddenly moves and then my back is hitting the bed and he’s on top of me, grinding his hardness between my thighs, right into the seam of my shorts. Rough hands make quick work of ripping them and my panties down my legs and my shirt over my head before his hard length slams inside of me. His dirty mouth is then full of my breast. I cry out when his teeth nip at my nipple while his thickness fills every inch of me to the hilt. He pulls back and then rams in again and again.
“God, yes!” I exclaim as my fingernails clench at his shoulders and hold on tight for the ride. The fact that he’s still completely dressed other than the lowered zipper of his jeans and shoved down boxer briefs, while I’m completely naked, makes what we’re doing seem even hotter.
When my hands reach around to squeeze his ass through his sagging jeans, War grabs them and pins them above my head as he thrusts into me harder, hitting my clit in just the right spot with his pelvis on each slam forward.
“As soon as you come on my cock, I’m gonna make a mess on your beautiful tits,” he tells me as his mouth nips, sucks, and licks at my neck lewdly, reminding me of earlier when he was eating me out.
“Yes, harder,” I urge, and he picks up the pace with his cock and the suction on my neck that’s sure to leave a mark. And I start to think that’s why he’s doing it. He wants people, maybe guys like the repair man who were being friendly with me, to know he’s fucking me. That shouldn’t be hot, should it?
“God, yes, War, give it to me,” I encourage as I squirm underneath him as much as he’ll let me, with his hands holding my arms above my head and his heavy body pinning mine down.
He shoves into me so hard that my teeth rattle and then there’s a loud snap, followed by a sudden change in our position. The world spins and it feels like I’m upside down, but I don’t care because War is hitting all the right spots.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, my god, yes!” I scream as I splinter apart underneath the man who has a body built for fucking. My pussy is still spasming around the emptiness when War’s cock appears in front of my face. He squeezes my tits around his length before he shouts. His warm release coats my cleavage and all the way up to my throat.
“Holy crap,” I gasp out when his weight moves off of me completely.
“Sorry…about…your bed,” War pants from somewhere in the room.
“My bed?” I ask as I blink my eyes open and realize that I’m lying at an awkward angle with my legs in the air and my head closer to the floor. “You broke…my bed,” I say in disbelief.
“We…we broke your bed,” he amends. “But I’ll, ah, I’ll replace it.”
A girly giggle bursts from my mouth so abruptly that I slap my hand over it to try to keep it in. But it’s no good. I’m rolling around on my broken bed with full-on belly laughs that War echoes after he flops down beside me on the cockeyed mattress, making it drop several more inches. That only makes us laugh harder.
Finally, when I can speak again, I wipe away the tears that slipped from the corner of my eyes, and tell him, “You don’t have to replace the frame. I can just sleep on the mattress.”
“On the floor?” he huffs. “I don’t think so, darlin’.”
God, I love the way he says that term of endearment with a deep, southern drawl. He doesn’t say darlin’ like it’s just a random word he throws out, but one he would most certainly use when speaking to a woman he honestly cherishes.
“Come on,” War says as he pushes his massive chest and shoulders off the bed and gets to his feet.
“We’re leaving? Right now?” I ask, not moving yet because I’m not entirely sure if my legs will hold me up. I think I’ve had more orgasms this afternoon than I have the rest of my life combined.
“We can’t sleep here tonight,” he says while putting his manhood away and zipping up his pants.
“I can sleep here.”
“Not until you get a new bed,” War replies. “Let’s go into town to get some dinner and stick around so I can start working on your car first thing in the morning.”
“You’re personally gonna fix my car?” I ask when I raise up on my elbows.
“I could pay someone to do it,” he says, his gaze dipping from my face to my bare breasts that are flushed from his mouth and beard and covered in his seed. “But after the…personal service you provided me this afternoon, I think the least I can do is take care of it myself.”
“You’re gonna replace my engine?”
“Yeah,” he agrees.
“And let me pay you back?” I add.
“I think you’ve earned a da
y of labor and parts, don’t you?” he asks with a grin and a glance down to the juncture of my now closed thighs.
“So, I just prostituted myself out for auto repairs and air conditioning?” I joke, since I don’t take his words to be derogatory.
“No, not prostituted,” he disagrees while raking his finger and thumb over his raspy beard. “Think of the auto repairs and AC as more of a reward for great sex, rather than bartering.”
“Same thing, right?” I tease.
“Nah,” he answers. “It’s not really prostitution when you would’ve fucked me without any favors.”
“Guess that’s true,” I tell him with a smile since we both know I wanted him. “I think I could get used to having someone take care of me in and out of bed. Too bad you’re not looking for a relationship.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “It’s too damn bad.”
Chapter Six
War
Goddamn, I’ve missed sex. I just didn’t realize how much until I sank balls deep into Nova’s tight, wet heat, and then it was like all the nerve endings in my body lit up in the best possible way.
How have I survived for so long without experiencing that kind of pleasure? It’s a damn tragedy is what it is.
Now that I’ve had a reminder of what I’ve been missing, I want more. I’m like a teenage boy losing his virginity all over again. Hell, I even remember my first time. I was eighteen and about to head off to boot camp. I met a beautiful brunette in a bar, a college girl home for the summer, and she took me to her friend’s house where she popped my cherry. One time before I went into the Army was all I had. Then afterward, there was just Marcie a handful of times before I knocked her up. That’s it, the extent of my sexual history. Apparently, I have some making up to do. Maybe now that Audrey is about to graduate college and Marcie is doing well enough to spend time with Ren, I could finally start dating again. Not that I would even know where to start. I’m pretty sure picking up random women broken down on the side of the road and then taking them home to fuck them is not the norm, and won’t ever happen to me ever again.