CHAPTER FOURTEEN
-:- CORK -:-
Back at the apartment, I’m feeling very satisfied with myself. Meat swore me to secrecy, and I’ve kept my word. He got Pres to agree that he could interrogate the prisoner alone. How he managed that probably revolved around the club kitchen and meals somehow, but Meat didn’t elaborate.
Only Meat didn’t do it alone, he never did it at all. He snuck Star into the shed, and she got all the details from the guy with mainly threats and bravado, apparently.
Setting up her laptop, she had windows open for all manner of torture methods she was going to use, and happily showed her victim.
He wasn’t falling for her bluff until she had Meat hold one of his hands and she shoved pieces of wood, like large splinters, under his nails and as far as the first knuckle.
He broke damn quick after that, and Star even taunted him he probably wasn’t cut out for a life of crime as he couldn’t take a little punishment himself.
No one knows that Star was involved, and they won’t hear it from me.
Sitting together on the couch and drinking Irish coffee, this seems like something we’ve been doing for years, and I love it.
It’s only been a few days since we first sat in opposite seats, then at opposite ends of the couch and now here we are snuggled up together.
Two weeks ago, if someone had suggested this would be happening I’d have laughed them off as lunatics.
“Dallas? You know I don’t care how many kids we have in the end, or what they are, don’t you?”
“Of all the things I could have predicted you were going to say, that is not on my list. Not even on my Doppler radar! Where on earth did that thought spring from, my man?” She looks at me smiling and her eyes shining.
“I don’t know, but it just felt like I should tell you. You mentioned three of each, and I don’t care how many or what they are, as long as they are healthy I’ll be over the moon.”
“We haven’t even talked about being in a committed relationship properly yet, and we already have a house and family planned. I guess that’s one conversation we can scratch off the list, eh?” She blinks at me, mimicking surprise, and I lean down and kiss her gently.
Deciding it’s bedtime, I wander off to use the bathroom first. Walking back into the living room, I see Dallas has her bedding on the couch.
Keeping busy in the kitchen while she uses the bathroom, I wait until she’s back and comfy on the couch.
Walking over, I say goodnight, bend to give her a kiss and then scoop her off the couch.
“I think we’ve progressed past the floor and couch, don’t you?” I say as I carry her to the bedroom.
“I didn’t want to presume, but I was rather hoping we had,” she says through a shy giggle.
Standing her by the side of the bed, I turn her back to me and smell her hair. Running my hands over her shoulders, I nuzzle into her neck, kissing, sucking and gently biting. My hands slip down her arms, and our fingers entwine before I touch her waist and feel her tense at my touch.
My hands, on top of her silky PJs, roam over her stomach up her ribs and gently cup her breasts.
A finger and thumb tease each nipple, and they are hard enough to make little tents in the material.
My left hand continues cupping and massaging a breast while my right begins the slow process of undoing her buttons.
When they are all free, I slip her top off her shoulders and slowly down her arms.
Seeing her bare breasts causes me to let out a soft growl into her neck.
She pushes herself against me, holding my legs as she grinds against my hard dick.
My hand strays beneath the waistband of her pants and seeks out her moist pussy.
As my fingers slide inside they release a flood of her juices, and she moans as her legs shake, an orgasm ripping through her.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, my man, but don’t you dare stop.” Her voice is gravelly, hoarse and as sexy as hell.
Using the deep rumbling voice she likes, I reply, “As you command, my lady,” and slip her pants down so she can step out of them.
Turning her gently, I push her onto the bed then kneel before her.
Licking the inside of her thighs, moving slowly higher, I can taste her earlier orgasm, and this causes me to growl again.
Feeling her hands in my hair, she pulls my mouth onto her wet lips, and my tongue slips inside her.
I can feel her starting to shake and her moans get louder as I suck and lick her juices. Another orgasm rushes through her, and she grips my head in her thighs as she cries out loudly.
When her breathing calms, she pushes me away, tells me to stand and slides from the bed. Kneeling before me, she puts her face to my crotch and breathes her hot breath through the material and onto my stiffness. Reaching to undo my belt, she slaps my hands away.
Rubbing her hand over my straining jeans, she drags her nails over the taut material, and this transmits to my hard dick, causing me to flinch. Undoing my belt, she slowly pops open the buttons of my jeans, her hot breath causing my dick to harden further, if that were possible.
Taking her time may not be Dallas’s thing in the bedroom, as she suddenly goes from temptress to tigress and rips my shorts and pants down to my ankles in a heartbeat. I hear what I can only describe as a guttural growl, and suddenly my dick is smothered in a warm, wet cave as her mouth devours me.
Looking down, I see her sliding her mouth up and down, slurping at my stiff dick as though her life depended on it. The feelings are intense, and I can’t help but hold her head and thrust myself into her. Feeling my own orgasm building, I try to pull back and delay it.
“No! Don’t you dare stop now!” Dallas says through her full mouth.
She sinks her nails into my ass, and I involuntarily jerk forward.
I swear the noise she makes as my dick hits her throat is pure pleasure.
She sucks hard and uses her teeth to cause me an even more intense experience as her head moves ever faster.
Giving her only seconds of warning, I empty my tight balls into her mouth, and she moans as much as I do.
Jumping up with a look of pure ecstasy on her face, she drags me onto the bed, saying, “Now that the hard nitty-gritty is out of the way, we can spend the rest of the night with the slow sensual stuff.”
That is precisely how we spend the rest of the night, slowly exploring each other, finding out what pleases us the most and when exploration runs out, we tell each other exactly what we want in plain language. We fall asleep as the sunlight begins to show on the shades across the window.
“C’mon, Kemosabe. It’s high noon, pardner.” Dallas bounces on the bed as she rushes into the room. “Coffee machine is on, and a late breakfast, or actually lunch, is nearly ready. Last night is going to take some beating, you know that, don’t you?”
“Nah, I was just getting warmed up.” Trying to look as nonchalant as I can backfires quickly.
“Oh! I am so going to hold you to that, my man. You are going to wish you hadn’t said that.” Her eyes light up, and I’m already regretting it.
“Can I declare my First Amendment right?” Holding up my hands in surrender.
“Too late, buddy boy! You already made your free speech. You don’t get to pretend it never happened!” Dallas shakes her head in disgust.
Grabbing her, I pull her down and faithful to Pres’s ‘zero to hero’ talk, we’re soon sweating, panting and gasping in the throes of passion.
By the time we finally get lunch, share a long hot shower and are dressed ready to go out, it’s the middle of the afternoon.
Once again in Dallas’s truck, because Stitch hasn’t given me the all clear to ride my Hog yet, we’re heading back to the clubhouse.
The Ford has a bench seat, so we sit close as we enjoy the drive.
For once, the clubhouse is quiet with few people about.
Jo is sitting in a corner writing but calls Dallas over to join her.
Meat sees me from the kitchen and grunts.
Until Meat joined the club, no one really grunted, so it’s amazing how many understand him and even more so as to how many now speak ‘grunt’ themselves.
Even the women understand it and occasionally do ‘grunt’.
Pointing to the kitchen door, Meat leads me out and to his treehouse. He’s up his rope ladder in seconds, but I take considerably longer. As I near the top, a hand grabs my collar and nearly strangling me drags me through the hatch and into the treehouse.
I’ve never been in here before, and it seems a lot bigger than it looks from the outside. There are crates and boxes stacked around the walls, and several backpacks hang from hooks in the tree. Looking closer, I see that some of the boxes are ex-military ammo boxes.
“What’s in the ammo boxes, Meat?” I ask stupidly.
“Ammo,” he replies, and I should have known that.
Taking down one of the backpacks, he kneels by a crate and pops the lid. Watching him, he takes what look like several small bricks and drops them in the pack. Next, he takes a small cardboard box from the crate and pops that in there too. Resealing that crate he moves to another.
When he opens this one, it is full of assault rifles and handguns.
Removing two of each, he checks them over and then grabs a large carryall.
He spends ten minutes going through different crates and adding things to each of the bags.
When he’s done, he hands them to me as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with them, Meat?” I look at him bewildered.
“Take them home, and I’ll be with you at midnight. We’ll take care of the ranch once and for all. Especially their bloody still. That has to go.” I grin at his use of ‘bloody’ and he sees me. “Oh, fuck off. I can’t help it slipping out sometimes. She does it on purpose, to everyone, not just me.”
“I guess with living above the wine shop, I’ve been protected from Star messing with my language.”
“Grunt.”
Climbing down from the treehouse first, Meat then drops me the bags, and I slip around the clubhouse to Dallas’s truck and hide them in the bed under a tarp.
We’re just walking back into the kitchen through the back door when Mia walks in from the common room.
“What are you two up to? You look as guilty as hell, Cork, and Meat, you look far too smug for my liking.” Putting her hands on her hips, she waits for an answer.
“We were just coming to look for you. Cork wants a favor. He wants someone to organize all the women of the club with vehicles to turn up with them one weekend and do a custom show. I said you were the one to look to.” With all those words obviously wearing him out, he grabs a coffee and goes back outside.
“Oh, wow. That sounds like a fantastic idea, Cork. We haven’t done anything crazy for a long time, and this could turn crazy with all the women and their vehicles in one place. I’m on it.” Mia claps her hands and rushes from the kitchen without me having said a damn word.