Ride Hard, page 5
My girl pads softly across the room, stopping in front of me. I run my hands up the backs of her silky thighs. “I’m going to get you all wet,” she protests as I discard the towel separating us.
“Don’t care. I want to look at you.” Moving my fingers over her curves, I inspect her for more bruises in the light. There’s a few places on her thighs and uppers arms. Motherfucker put his hands on the wrong woman. “Gonna put my ink on you. Give you my property patch. Want everyone to know that I’m down for you. You’re my queen. I adore you, Jules. Nobody will ever come before you. I promise you that my love and my word is real.”
“Roane,” my name leaves her parted lips in a sweet whisper that caresses my cock. “I’m scared that this is all too good to be true.”
“I get that, but I promise I’m going to prove it to you.” I pull her down to my lap sealing my vow with a kiss. “Now give me that pussy.” I stand up with her legs around me, arms cradling my neck, and take her to my bed.
Dropping my sexy girl gently on the covers, I drag her to edge, ass hanging off the bed. Down on my knees I pay worship to my queen. Tossing her legs over my shoulders, I cup her thick ass that I love so much, and I eat her good. I eat my woman until the balls of her feet press into my shoulders and her hips lift off the bed. Her sweet juices coat my tongue, her orgasm sending her over the edge. I get to my feet and slide right in that warmth finding paradise between her thighs.
Chapter 9
“Is it possible to die by way of orgasm?”
Roane’s chest vibrates beneath my head as laughter erupts from deep in his belly. “Maybe we’ll found out one day.” His fingers skim along my arm. “You feeling relaxed and good now, baby doll?”
“Mhmm,” I murmur, rubbing my fingers through his chest hair. I never thought chest hair was sexy, but Roane makes anything hot. I kiss his pec, sucking his nipple between my teeth and nipping him playfully.
“Good. Let’s go downstairs and see about that ink.”
I tense up. “Right now?” I’ve feared needles since I was a kid. I love tattoos and think they are beautiful it’s just the thought of the needle that ruins the whole idea.
“You don’t want my ink on you?” I can hear it in his tone. I’ve wounded his pride.
“It’s not that trust me. I don’t expect you’d remember everything, but needles scare the shit out of me.”
“Well don’t go shitting the bed, sweetheart. I’m not into skat play.”
I punch him in the stomach lightly. “Into what?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Come on. I’m taking you to dinner then we’ll talk more about that ink.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“We’ll drop by Pam’s and you can change. We can see if her and Link want to join us.”
My face lights up. “Really?”
“Yeah, I’d do anything to keep that look right there on your face.” My cheeks are pink, colored in happiness. Lips stretched upward, curving into a bright smile. All because of this man. “Happy looks real good on you, Jules.”
“Being here with you...it does make me happy. Getting to be near Pam...it’s all great. I only hope that my situation doesn’t make you feel pressured into something you aren’t ready for. I know I could stay with Pam until I get on my feet.”
“Stop. Don’t look for excuses to discount the way I feel about you. I wouldn’t have called in a favor to get all your shit here so fast if I wasn’t serious about this. About us.”
“I’m trying. Be patient with me.”
“We have forever, baby doll.” His words reassure me, and I slide out of bed and shimmy back into my dirty jeans I borrowed from my sister. Roane gives me one of his long-sleeved Harley tees. It swallows me but it smells like him, making it perfect.
I keep thinking that any minute now I am going to wake up and this whole weekend will have been nothing but a dream. What are the odds that I’d end up in bed with my high school sweetheart on New Year’s? This sort of thing never happens in real life. It’s the sort of story you read about online or see in a movie, but these types of good lucky things, don’t just happen to me. I’m trying to embrace it and roll with things as they come but there’s this voice nagging in the back of my mind that sounds a lot like Sam telling me that Roane could never love my fat ass and that I don’t deserve to be happy.
He drives us over to Pam and Link’s. This is what I have always wanted. My man and my sister’s man being good friends. Sam wouldn’t be caught dead hanging with the likes of Link based on his appearance alone. He’s rough around the edges.
Roane is out in the garage smoking and having a beer with my brother-in-law while I get changed and my sister talks my ear off.
“I gotta say, Sis. You sure shocked the hell out of me. I thought for sure I’d have to twist your arm to get you to agree to move home, but all I needed was Roane to give you that mega dick.” She howls with laughter.
The woman is a damn cracker jack. “Shut up. I can’t believe it either really. It’s surreal. I feel like an imposter living someone else’s life to be honest.”
“So what kind of tattoo you think he’s going to give you?”
My stomach drops. All color washes from my face.
“Relax. Nothing to fear. Roane does great work. You won’t feel a thing. If you’re scared about hearing the buzzing sound of the gun, we can put you some headphones in and play you relaxing sounds or some shit. Light soothing candles. Whatever you need. Smoke a joint. Just saying.”
“Only you.”
“Let’s go eat. I’m starving after the workout Link gave me last night.”
“I don’t need to know the details of your sex life.”
“Oh whatever.” She loops her arm through mine. “I have to know. Did Roane live up to his reputation?”
I make the motion of locking my lips and throwing away the key.
“Don’t you dare. Tell me everything. Well okay not everything but is he really that big?” She holds her hands apart guessing his size.
“Bigger. Much bigger.” I giggle as her brown eyes widen.
“Well damn. And you ain’t even walkin’ funny. My baby sister is a ho.”
“You aren’t wrong. The things he can make me do...” I bump my hip against hers and we both laugh.
I end up driving my car to the restaurant, so we don’t have to swing back by Pam’s for it later. We end up at a pizza joint and arcade. One I used to come to after school when we dated.
“C’mere and look at this.” Roane motions me to a wall of photographs and points. There’s a picture of us. His arm is around me and we both have the cheesiest grins plastered on our faces. I lean into him and he pecks my lips with a soft kiss. “You and I were always meant to be, baby doll.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. C’mon. Let’s order.”
I slide into the booth next to my man and I can’t help but embrace the giddy feeling washing over me. This is what I’ve been missing. Roane. Pam. Even Link.
This is right.
He’s right.
I belong with Roane.
**
“You ready for this?” Pam stands behind the chair in Roane’s shop ready to hold my hand if needed.
Roane is taking his sweet time sketching a unique design. He does this for every client. He doesn’t do the same tattoo twice. He goes through all the prep steps and I put in headphones, turning my playlist up loud to drown out the sound, I close my eyes. I’m unable to watch. If this wasn’t so important to him, I wouldn’t be going through with this. The last time I had blood drawn I fainted on the spot. I feel a small stinging sensation and it’s not as bad as I imagined. The process takes longer than I’d like but it definitely could be worse.
After an hour and a half, Roane’s lips press against mine. He pulls an earbud out and I open my eyes. “All done. You did great. Come look in the mirror before I bandage your wrist.”
It’s a black and grey shaded lotus flower with tribal patterned leaves and his name around it. It’s beautiful.
“The lotus is a sign of rebirth, the leaves represent growth, and I think my name is obvious.”
“I love it. Thank you.” I cup his furry jaw and go in for a kiss. His tongue probes deep and wet against mine. The way this man kisses ought to be a crime. So good. I pull back realizing I don’t hear my sister’s sassy mouth. “Where’s Pam?” I look around for my sister.
“Her and Link had to get to the clubhouse. She said she’d see you tomorrow. Let’s get you bandaged so we can go up and get ready for bed.”
“Sounds good to me.” I help Roane clean up after he bandages my tattoo. “Did you mean it that you wanted my help with managing your shop?”
“Yup.”
“Wouldn’t you get sick of spending so much time with me?”
“Never.” His arms come around me, cupping my backside and giving me a squeeze.
Chapter 10
Jules is at the bathroom sink brushing her teeth. Having her here, makes me realize what I’ve been missing. Someone to share my life with. I thought I was good with being single but now that I have her, I know I was simply coasting through from one day to the next. Fucking random women whenever the need arose never finding satisfaction. A physical release. But no sense of real joy in the act.
Jules is the real deal. The kind of woman you grab onto and hold on to no matter the costs. I know she’s been hurt, but I’ll build her back up. I finish up in the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I step behind her, wrapping my arms around her. Nothing better than holding her besides being buried deep within her. I noticed her wincing in pain earlier and made her take some painkillers for that tattoo and her back.
Kills me to think of my girl hurting because that low life laid his fists on her body. He’s going to learn that he messed with the wrong woman. Link made me promise that whenever I take him out that I’ll let him get some licks in. He cares about Jules too being she’s his sister-in-law. “You ready for bed?”
“Mhmm.” She takes her earrings out, placing them off to the side.
I kiss her shoulder, tempted to bend her over the sink and fuck her right here. “Tomorrow when your stuff arrives, Pam is gonna come over to help you unpack. I want you to put your things wherever you want. This is your place as much as its mine. If you have stuff that won’t fit or that needs stored there’s a spare room in the back of the shop you can use that has a door that locks on it. It’d be safer there than one of the storage units.”
“Okay. Sounds good to me. I don’t have a lot. Mostly my wardrobe and a few knickknacks that belonged to my Nee-nee.”
“Let me at the sink.” She moves off so I can brush my teeth and finish up. By the time I’ve finished and go to get in bed she’s already passed out, having claimed the left side. It’s the side I normally sleep on but I’m not gonna complain. I’m merely happy to share my bed with her. I slide in under the covers and align my body with Jules’, hugging her from behind. One arm over her chest and a leg thrown over hers. She curves into me, that thick ass pushed up on me.
Fucking hell, the warmth and touch of my woman is making me hard again, but I’m not going to wake her. She needs sleep. We both do.
I close my eyes, but all I can focus on is that curvy body pressed into mine like a perfect fit. Sliding a hand under her shirt, I palm her tit, teasing the rosy nipple, rolling the sensitive skin between my thumb and finger until it hardens to a point and my sexy vixen is moaning.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping,” her voice is whispery and soft.
“Can’t keep my hands to myself.” My lips drag along the slender column of her neck. Jules rolls to her back and I move over top her. She’s wearing these drawstring pants that are pulled too tight for me to get at her. “You trying to keep me out?”
She laughs. “No, trying to keep my pants up. They’re a size too big.”
I grunt. “Don’t want you wearing shit all to bed. Want to be able to take you anytime I want to.”
“Well considering its winter and I get cold easily, that’s not happening.” Her feet press into my calves.
“Damn, baby doll. What you do, stick them things in the freezer before you got into bed?” I dip my head to claim those lips.
“You caught me.”
“Want some socks?”
“I’d just kick them off.”
“Why don’t you kick these off,” I suggest, yanking on the knotted strings separating me from what I need. I push her shirt up over her head, getting an eyeful of her perfect tits. Her nipples are erect in desperate need of being sucked. I take my time paying attention to both, alternating between the two. Lips parting, the pace of her breathing increases. So damn responsive. I thrust my hips, wanting her to feel how hard she has me. “Need these pants out the way, Jules.”
Reaching between us she undoes the knot and starts shoving the thick cotton down her thighs. She gets them part way down before I slam inside her. Goddamn, she’s so fuckin’ wet, my cock slides right in. Squeezing me tight, she nearly has me coming for her already. The woman has voodoo pussy. Pussy so damn good it must be cursed.
“You’ve completely ruined me. Destroyed my cock for anyone else. Nothing better than this, Jules.”
“Good,” she whispers and takes all I have to give.
**
“He give you any trouble?”
“Pansy ass motherfucker nearly shit his pants when he opened the door and saw Sledge and me on the other side,” Sleeper tells me. “Threatened to call his cop daddy. That shit made me laugh. I wanted to beat the fuck out of him but did as you asked, left him without a hair touched.” He laughs and pulls a cigarette out.
“Good. I don’t want any blowback on anyone. That asshole will never see me coming.”
“Heard that.”
“Help me unload the truck then we’ll ride over to the clubhouse.”
Jules went to lunch with Pam. The guys and I get the boxes packed upstairs and stacked in the living room. The two of them can sort through her stuff and unpack when they return. I have to check in with Prez and let him know about that piece of shit Sam.
Murder is already expecting us when we arrive at The Devil’s Playground. He’s seated at his reserved table drinking some Black Rebel Riders’ MC apple pie moonshine. I recognize the label on the jar. He kicks a chair and mutters, “Have a seat.” I take the seat next to him and Sleeper and Sledge borrow chairs from neighboring tables. “You boys doin’ some sightseeing?”
“I called in a marker.”
“Wanna tell me why I’m just hearing this?”
“Had to make a move. Pam’s sister, Jules is in town. Me and her have history. Long story short the bastard she was with been beating on her, and I called Sleeper to go to her place and pack her shit up. They drove the truck down and delivered her belongings.”
“You claiming her I take it?”
“Put my ink on her last night.”
Murder shakes his head and takes a hefty drink. “What of the boyfriend?”
Sleeper speaks up. “Left him untouched but did some digging. Made some calls. Fucker wears a suit. Thinks his shit smells like roses. Lawyer with a cop daddy into dirty shit. Takes bribes. The son has some bad habits and owes the Cortez Cartel for a lot of blow. Word is he’s on the hook bad. He won’t be around long. Mikal is not a patient or understanding man.”
“I’ll put in a call and set up a meeting. I’ll buy his debt if they deliver him to the warehouse breathing,” Murder decides. “Then we’ll show him what we do to spineless pricks who hurt women.” he looks to me. “That good with you?”
“Yeah, Prez. Sounds good to me. As long as I get watch him take his final breath.”
Chapter 11
Pam eyes the stacks of boxes that have taken over Roane’s living room. “Shit. It’s official, little sister. Welcome to the Old Ladies’ Club.”
“The what?”
“You know. You’re officially one of the girls. Us Old Ladies stick together. We get together once a week for girl’s night. We each take turns hosting. I won’t add you to the rotation until you and Roane get settled in. I’m still shook he asked you to move in so fast. You musta’ gave it to him good.” Her tongue darts out wagging like a dog’s tail.
“Is sex all you think about? You’re worse than a man.”
“No shame in my game. I’m a sexual being and comfortable with talking about it.”
I roll my eyes. “Take this to the bathroom.” I hand her the box of my toiletries. I have to give Roane’s friends credit they were thorough and took everything. Even the toilet paper. “I’ll sort through it later. Right now I just want to get the boxes to their designated area.”
My summer clothes and shoes will have to go downstairs for storage. Roane has like twenty pairs of jeans hanging in his closet. The space is definitely limited. I start moving my winter clothes into the bedroom when my sister comes out of the bathroom swinging a big ol' flesh colored dildo around.
My eyes go big and round. “Where the hell was that?”
“It was in your box.” She grins. “I didn’t know you were so kinky.”
Cheeks flaming red and hot, I squeak out, “That’s not mine.”
“Eww.” She flings the toy, and it rolls across the hardwood floor, coming to a stop at my feet. “Well if it doesn’t belong to you then who?” She sticks her tongue out making a gagging sound.
“Hell if I know. I’ve never seen that thing in my life. You better wash your hands. Who knows where it’s been? Do you think those guys would have stuck it in there as a joke?”
“I guess it’s possible, though playing pranks isn’t really Sleeper’s style from what I know of the dude. I’ve only met him a handful of times at rallies. Do you think it was Sam’s?”
“Sam? No way.” I shake my head, however I also never thought Sam would cheat on me or develop a drug problem. At first, he said he only wanted to have a little fun. Said it was part of being in the boys’ club at work. Whatever that meant. I never thought he’d attack me either. Looking back, it’s as though I was living with a complete stranger. This time though things will be different. I know Roane and he knows me. With him its easy and natural. Nothing forced. We click. We fit, like two halves of one whole. “I don’t know but I’m getting rid of it.” I go into the kitchen and find a drawer stuffed full of plastic bags. I use one to pick the toy up and the other to discard it in.
