Judas: Indignant Few MC Book 1, page 14
We walked up to the trailhead, the familiar path of stones that went uphill for about a half mile, crossing streams and twisting through fields of grass that came up to my ass. My flip flops were definitely not made for this, and after a little while, I took them off and shoved them in my pockets, letting my feet feel the earth below me.
He grinned at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had. This was a different kind of intoxication than the one I’d find in a bottle or a pill. The combination of the perfect weather and the man by my side, my heart felt so full, I thought it was going to explode.
“Holy shit,” I blurted as we came up on the random mailbox sticking out of the ground. These ‘trail registers’ held notebooks of people who had traveled through in the past. Hikers were encouraged to fill out their name, the date they hiked through, and any notes about their hike. I was sure the old register, the one we had filled out a long time ago had since been replaced with a new one, but I couldn’t help but open it up and check it out.
There was a plastic bag filled with notebooks, some of them yellowed with age.
Judas sat down on a big boulder, and I sat on his lap, pulling out book after book, thumbing through, reading about all the people who had passed through these very woods. When I got to the book that was dated 2008, my heart skipped a beat. It was silly, but there was something magical about going back in time.
I flipped through it furiously, thinking maybe I’d find a little piece of my past there. A nice memory of Judas and Colt and I. Instead, in big bright red handwriting that could only be my brother’s were the words “Athena Jones sucks dick for money.”
“It’s like he was a fortune teller or something,” I blurted out, laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I could tell Judas was trying to hold in his laughter too. It was cute how he was trying to be respectful, even though I knew we couldn’t skirt the topic much longer.
“I’m surprised he spelled all that right,” Judas said. I pressed my lips to his. He took the book from my hand and closed it, sliding it back into the bag.
“You know, I really thought maybe there’d be something else in there. These days out here in the woods with you were some of my favorite memories. I guess I never knew as it was happening that that was going to be the case. If I would’ve known that, I would’ve definitely written it down.”
He turned me around in his lap so I was facing him, straddling him. “For so long, that’s all I thought you were ever going to be to me, Athena. A memory. No matter how good it was in the past, it was painful thinking about you. I tortured myself every week watching your show, hoping that it’d make me hate you. Knowing all the people you’d been with, all the shit you’d done when you could’ve just stayed here with me, it made me feel like shit for never trying to make you stay, but it never made me care about you any less.”
He brushed my hair out of my face. He’d seen what I’d done. He’d known me inside and out, and he still didn’t think any less of me. The fact that he’d tortured himself for me for years made me feel even worse.
“I don’t deserve you,” I said. “How’d you turn out so good?”
His laugh was sad, but he took my head in his hands and kissed me passionately. I felt his cock stiffen beneath my leg. “Why would you let a bitch like me ruin you, Judas?”
If I was good at anything in this world, it was ruining a moment.
“Don’t say that shit,” he said. “You never did anything wrong to me. If anything, I failed you. That day at the club, right before you ran off, right before your old man was killed, I knew you were fixing to leave. He told me you were struggling. I shoulda been better. I shoulda been there. I was too busy worrying about what was going to happen to the MC. I let you slip through the cracks. We all did.”
“Ya’ll were just kids too. Why do you think Reena and I don’t get along. She was supposed to be the adult. She was supposed to make everything okay.”
“Don’t pin that shit on your mama,” he said. “She loves you. She loves all of us.”
I wasn’t going to fight with him about this. He’d lost his parents so long ago, basically raised himself, he didn’t understand how hard it was to grow up with two live parents who didn’t give a shit about you. All they cared about was the club.
I stood up and dusted off my hands on my shorts. It was getting late and I didn’t want to be stuck out here in the dark with no shoes without a flashlight.
“Where ya going?” he asked as I started back towards the trailhead. “Don’t you wanna go swimming?”
“The lake is that way.”
“We’re not going to the lake,” he said. “Those tourists were already eyeballing us like we were out here stealing babies and slinging meth. You take off your clothes to go swimming and we’re definitely gonna attract some attention. You’re supposed to be laying low, anyway.”
“Why are you always right?” I whined.
He crouched down in front of me. “Hop on,” he said. I looked at him like he was crazy. “I know a place, but I don’t think your pedicured toenails are gonna like it too much.” I got on his back, and he stepped off the trail to a smaller clearing, mindfully stepping on stones so as to not upset the ferns and wildflowers growing on the forest floor. How could anyone be so thoughtful and still be affiliated with our crew? He never ceased to amaze me. I liked the feeling of being this close to him.
I gasped as we reached a small pond surrounded by giant boulders. It was beautiful. The water was so clear, I could see the minnows swimming around in it.
“I used to bring Jonny out here all the time,” he said. “This was his favorite spot.”
“Who’s Jonny?” I asked. “And did you carry him on your back, too?” He set me down on a rock and began to strip down. I’d never get tired of looking at those abs. Something about his body made me both warm and cold at the same time. I was shivering, but I felt like I was burning up.
“He was a dog I found at one of our demo sites. I think somebody was trying to throw him away, too. He was ugly as hell, had three legs and one good eyeball, but damn I loved that mutt.” He grabbed a giant stick and started swirling the water, stepping from stone to stone fully naked, and I tried not to laugh. “Gotta check for rattlesnakes. I never seen any here before, but you gotta be careful this time of year.”
“I think somebody is pulling your leg there, Judas,” I said. I slid out of my shorts while he continued to stir the pond. He was still working on his project by the time I was stripped down and in the water. It only came up to my knees, and I whooped at the freezing cold temperature. “Snakes don’t like being cold.”
My eyes grew wide as he fished out a giant black milk snake, setting it down on a rock. It slithered off, and my skin crawled. I forgot what being out in the wild was like. Even though they aren’t poisonous, I still didn’t want to step on that sucker.
“What happened to Jonny?” I asked, stepping further out into the pond, mindful of what was under my feet.
“He just didn’t wake up one day. Vet said there was nothing wrong with him. Just went to sleep one night, and that was it.”
“That’s sad,” I said.
“Maybe,” he said, sliding in the water next to me, grunting a little at the cold. “I like to think he just did everything he had to do in this life, and it was his time to go. Lord knows I spoiled the shit out of him.”
“I bet you did,” I said, squeezing his hand. This man would be an amazing dog father. Hell, he’d be an amazing father in general. Call me crazy, but my ovaries twitched at the thought. I wondered if that was something he ever thought about.
“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he said. “Never really went out of my way to find another one, though. Betty Sue kinda started chewing up all my time.”
“Not all stray dogs are good like Jonny,” I teased. “Some of them are just bitches. I wish I could’ve known him.”
He stepped a little further into the center of the pond, holding my hand the whole time. The bottom dropped off rather quickly, and soon, I had to hold on to his shoulders to keep my head above the water. The solid flesh of his muscles felt so good pressed against my naked body. It was almost magical being here with him, in a place that nobody knew existed, like he was showing me a special part of his soul. A sacred spot where just him and I could exist. No outsiders, no interruptions, just the two of us at our most vulnerable.
We could make this work. As long as this place existed, this feeling existed, it didn’t matter what was going on outside. This was who and what we were meant to be.
We floated around the pond together, swimming, splashing, laughing about old times, not a care in the world. I climbed up on a rock to let what was left of the sun dry my skin, and he parted my thighs, his talented tongue taking me to heights of orgasm that I’d never felt before, my screams ripping through the forest, wild and primal, as I let him explore my most intimate places up close and personal.
He looked over my naked body like he’d just accomplished something monumental as I laid there out of breath and writhing.
“What are you smiling about?” I asked, as I took his hard cock in my my fist, stroking it slowly, watching the precum bead from the tip as he grew more aroused.
“Nothin’,” he said with a mischievous chuckle. He laid on top of my body, his face just inches from mine, and slid into my anxious pussy in one hard thrust. My toes curled.
“Fuck, Judas,” I moaned. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, princess,” he said. He started to laugh again as he thrusted in and out slowly, sawing up against my g-spot every time he reentered. I felt that familiar ripple through my walls, and I let go again. He held his dick deep inside of me as my core throbbed around him.
“What is so damn funny?” I cried out through my moans. He slammed his dick in and out of me, and my tender clit could barely take any more. When he reached down and circled it with his fingers, I nearly levitated off the rock. I’d never came so many times in my life before. My brain felt like it was leaking out of my ear. He’d fucked me stupid, and he was laughing the entire time.
I felt his thighs stiffen under my hands, his muscles rippling, and he pulled his dick out and coated my stomach with his hot jizz, nodding in admiration at his accomplishment. He kissed my lips and took me in his arms, dunking me in the cool water and rinsing me off.
“You’re a fucking tank, Judas,” I sighed, my body feeling like I’d just ran a marathon. He’d taken it all out of me. I needed a nap, a snack, and probably a motor scooter to get around for the next week or two. I rested my head on his chest as we laid on a rock, the air growing colder by the minute.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said. His abs began to ripple underneath my body, and I knew he was cracking up again. “Especially when you’re not faking it.” He ran his fingertips up and down the soft flesh of my stomach and hugged me tight.
“Is that what’s so funny to you?” I said, rolling over to straddle him. His grin was so cocky, so sexy, and he shot me a wink.
“Girl, I’ve seen you cum at least a thousand times before. Not like this, though.”
“Well, duh,” I said, pecking his lips. “It’s called acting.” I let out my loudest porn star moan, my high pitched signature squeal, and collapsed on top of him in a fit of laughter. “Real isn’t as pretty.”
“I like real,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “Real is more than pretty. Real is perfect.”
“Well, I think what we have here is about is real as it gets, Judas. And you earned the right to wear that cocky ass grin you’re rocking right now.”
He licked his lips and smiled. “Not gonna lie, you stroke my ego just about as good as you stroke my dick.” We laid there together until the mosquitos started biting and the sun began to set. The last ten minutes of our hike was in damn near total darkness, and as we fumbled around, gripping on to each other, we laughed like teenagers, wild and free without a single fuck to give even at the campers who suddenly grew very quiet as they saw us walking by.
“You up for dinner?” he asked as he pulled a sweatshirt out of the side bag on his bike and handed it to me. My stomach was growling. I nodded enthusiastically as I pulled the sweatshirt on over my sunburnt and bug bitten body, damn near swimming in it. I didn’t care. It smelled like him, like the ultimate comfort surrounding my body, even though he was right here with me. I didn’t need to say it. He didn’t need to say it. Thing were good. We were good. This was going to be the new normal.
He straddled his bike, and I followed suit, leaning into him, right where I belonged. Life suddenly got really real for once. If I could trust this man with my body, my mind, my soul, surely I could trust him to make things right. Surely he could keep me safe from the dangers looming over me, right? Certainly this was real enough that we could exist in this world together, no matter what life was going to throw our way.
25
Isaac
“What are you doing out of your room?” I shouted as I caught Betty Sue out of the corner of my eye. “You want me to tie you up again?”
She nearly fucked me over big time last night when she broke out of the closet and called Judas from a burner phone I’d left laying on the coffee table. It took everything in me not to just shut her up for good when I got back to the apartment, but she’s worth much more alive than she is dead. Besides, all it took to motivate this broad was a baggie of brown stuff, and she was right back on the same page as I needed her to be.
“I’m hungry,” she said. “I smelled food.” She cowered in the doorway, and I looked over her skeletal body in admiration at what I’d done. Sure, the track marks on her arms were ugly, but the fingerprints on her neck made my dick twitch in my jeans. I had complete control over this bitch, something my brother never had. He was too busy being a nice guy to break her in good.
I motioned for her to join me on the couch and slid the plate of what was left of my dinner in front of her, a few scraps of gristle from my steak and the skin of a baked potato. She didn’t even bother with silverware, just shoved it in her mouth. I don’t even think the bitch bothered to chew. She was officially my pet. Nothing more than a dog. She held her stomach and groaned until she started to dry heave.
“Shouldn’t have ate so fast, you idiot,” I said with a laugh. She didn’t even bother with a comeback, just blinked her dark eyes at me like she knew I was right. Of course I was. I was her keeper.
“Can I please have some water?” she asked. God, she sounded so pathetic. It took everything in me not to bend her over the couch and fuck her raw. I had work to do, though. I handed her a bottle of water, and pulled the baggie out from my pocket. She immediately perked up, nearly salivating at the sight of her beloved heroin.
This would be so much more fun if I could keep her sober, but I didn’t feel like messing with the detox part of things. I was going to get to have my fun soon, anyway. Soon as I got these fuckers to start taking me seriously.
Either the men who were on the hunt for Athena, or my brother. Didn’t really matter which one at this point, either way I’d finally get what I’ve been craving all these years. I’d finally break him, too, just like I’d broken his whore.
I leapt from the couch when my phone rang, vibrating across the coffee table. I’d been waiting for this call all day.
“Is that them?” she asked, her voice soft and meek. I stroked the side of her face. She knew all about my plan to hand Athena over. She had no idea she was part of the plan, too. Stupid, stupid, bitch.
I gulped and took a deep breath. I needed to sound as tough as possible. I needed to be in control.
“You got her?” the computer like voice on the other line asked.
“Soon,” I said.
26
Judas
“Looks good so far,” I said to Colt. He was giving me the grand tour of the Anderson warehouse, and already it was looking a lot better than the feral cat infested squatter house it had been when we bought it. The parking lot was lined with overflowing dumpsters and piles of scrap metal. It was basically only wall to wall concrete inside now. Part of me felt a little guilty for not being around to lend a hand today, especially as Vice President.
Part of me didn’t give a single fuck, because this day with Athena was one of the best days of my life in a long time. Maybe ever. The only thing I wanted now was more of those days. The only thing I needed now was a way to make sure we could stay this way forever without having to worry about her turning herself in or getting capped by some assholes she owed money to.
If I couldn’t uphold my end of the deal, take care of this problem, make it go away, I knew I was gonna lose her.
“Check this out, bro,” Colt said, leading me to furthest back corner of the building. He swung open a heavy steel door, and I patted him on the back, admiring the handiwork of my brothers.
“That’s real nice,” I said. The floor was concrete, a drain running down the middle. The walls were tile. There was a huge steel basin sink in the corner and a hose hung from the ceiling. “We can have some serious fun in this room. No more of this peasant shit having to lug around clean up kits everywhere we go.” Yeah, it was a torture room. A murder room. A room nobody would ever want to find themselves in.
He swung open the emergency exit door and motioned for me. “Yeah, but look at this shit.” Rosey was taking a backhoe to the dirt out back. Breaker and Miles were pounding posts into the ground. “Moses is getting a new home,” he said. “Gonna put a retractable roof on this sucker, upgrade his baby pool into a pond, maybe get him a girlfriend.”
“I like that,” I said. The club knew how I felt about keeping a fucking alligator in the house. It wasn’t fair to him. Besides, our stupid drunk asses didn’t need the temptation. I don’t know how many times somebody wanted to take him out and play with him or show him off to some bitch to try and impress her. This warehouse was strictly work, and Moses would definitely be an asset, especially when some dumb fool tried to get out via the emergency exit. Colt was kind of a sick fucker, but I liked his style.
