Chapter 13 #2
It was sheer dumb luck that he noticed her across the street.
Tori, the whore who turned him down at the club, was coming out of a leather shop carrying a couple of packages.
She wore some kind of skin-tight black pants and a white waist-length coat.
She put her packages in the backseat, then got behind the wheel.
"Well, Merry Christmas to me." Fate appeared to be handing him an opportunity to right a wrong.
Was he going to take it? Damn straight. He waited until she pulled out, then got in behind her.
He allowed a couple of car lengths to separate them, not wanting her to notice she was being followed.
She turned into a residential area, making a couple of rights, then a left, before pulling into the driveway of a small cream-colored house with a rusty orange-colored door and shutters.
It had no garage, so she had to leave her car in the driveway.
He slowly pulled to a stop across the street.
He watched as she gathered her packages and walked toward the front door.
He waited for the door to close and the lights to come on before he hopped out and jogged across the street.
He rapped his knuckles on the door and waited for her to answer.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She looked around him as if she expected to see someone else with him to explain his presence at her house. She wasn’t going to find anyone.
“Hey. Tori, right?”
“Yes,” she replied hesitantly.
“Hi. I don’t know if you remember me from the club? I’m Tinker.”
“Um. Yes, I remember you.”
He just bet she did. “Good.” He widened his smile, hoping to put her at ease.
“I was driving down this street when my tire blew out. I looked all over that damn truck trying to find the spare. I finally gave up and was going to call for help, but my phone is dead.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and waved it at her, not letting her see the front of it.
“I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw you pull up and get out.
” He rocked back on his heels. “Is there any way I could use your phone?”
She nibbled her lip, then nodded. “Okay. Hang on, and I’ll get my phone.” She left the door open, assuming he would wait outside.
Not gonna happen. He let himself inside, closing the door behind him.
She found her phone and turned around, coming to a stop when she saw him standing inside with the door closed.
“It was, uh, cold outside, and I’m freezing. I was trying to find the spare and almost froze my balls off. I hope you don’t mind?” He hitched a thumb behind him to the door.
“Uh, no,” she hedged. “That’s fine. Here.” She handed him her phone and took a couple of steps back.
“Can you, uh, open it?” He held it out for her.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She unlocked her phone and stepped back again.
He made a show of his hands shaking as he tapped in the number like he was half frozen.
When he should have typed in the last digit, he hit end and put it to his ear.
He pretended to talk to someone, then pretended to hang up before handing her phone back to her.
“He’ll be here in about twenty minutes.” He didn’t specify who was coming so she would just assume it was someone from the club.
“Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?” she asked hesitantly.
“Sure. That would be nice. Thank you.” He followed her into the kitchen. “It’s so damn cold already. I hate to see what January and February are going to be like.” When she went to the counter to make him a cup of coffee, he stood so the island separated them, giving her a false sense of safety.
“Here you go.” She slid the cup across the island when it was finished, then turned to fix herself a cup. Perfect. She came to stand on the opposite side of him with her coffee.
“Can I get some sugar?” He raised his cup as if she wouldn’t know what he was referring to. Everything he’d been doing was to make her feel comfortable around him and let her guard down. He wanted her to think he was completely harmless.
“Sure.” While she was turned around getting him the sugar, he dropped an EZ Lay in her coffee.
He added two spoonfuls when she returned with the sugar, then gave it a quick stir.
He took a drink and watched her over the edge of his cup.
She was nervous and took several drinks while avoiding making eye contact with him.
“Have you been with the club long?” he asked casually.
“Three years.” She smiled timidly, dipping her gaze to the bar again. “I came to a party and had such a good time, I just kept coming back.”
“Hmmm.” Tinker jerked his head in understanding. He didn’t give a flying fuck, but he needed to keep her talking a little longer, or someone else could reap the benefits of the drug instead of him.
“How about you? How long were you in the club before…?” she trailed off, unsure as to whether or not she should bring up his stay in prison.
“Before I went to prison?” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she nodded her head. “I was one of the original founding brothers. Me and a handful of guys got together and started the club. I was VP for fifteen years before I went away.”
“Wow. You helped start the Sons?” Her attention was a little more focused on him now.
“Yes.” His eyes dipped to her tits. Her nipples were tight little points beneath her thin sweater. His dick thickened in his jeans as he imagined all the ways he wanted to fuck her.
“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” Her eyes closed as one hand slowly cupped and squeezed her tit.
Tinker pulled another pill from his pocket and popped it in his mouth, chasing it down with a drink of coffee.
He couldn’t wait for the drug to fully kick in.
She owed him a good fuck, and he was going to get it.
He almost choked on his coffee when she took both tits in her hands.
Her eyes slowly opened, the fact that she was pulling her shirt over her head not even registering.
She moaned as the material dragged across her hard nipples. “Oh my God. I feel so good.”
Her white bra was sheer and left nothing to the imagination. He adjusted himself and had to clear his throat to ask, “You do?”
“Yes, and I need…something.” She frowned and reached for the top of her pants. She shimmied them down her legs. When she stood up, she was in a matching sheer thong, revealing her naked pussy.
“What do you need?” he rumbled.
“I need to come.” She closed her eyes and plucked at her nipples, moaning in pleasure.
He moved around the island, not stopping until he was toe to toe with her.
His dick was already painfully hard from watching her touch herself, and the more he thought about fucking Tori, the harder he got.
He settled his hands on her waist, watching to see what she would do.
When she didn’t shove either of his hands away, he smoothed them higher until he was cupping her tits.
He continued to watch her closely as he bent and took one in his mouth, flicking the hard nipple through the barely there material with his tongue. She moaned and held him tighter to her.
One hand traveled down between her legs, cupping her over her panties. Fuck. She was so wet. He slipped one hand inside her panties, inserting two fingers. “Fuck me,” he growled.
“God, yes. Fuck me,” she pleaded. She opened her legs wider, giving him better access to fuck her with his fingers.
Her eyes closed, and her head fell back as she worked herself on his fingers.
He reached behind her back with his other hand and unhooked her bra.
“Let’s get this out of the way.” She helped him slide the straps down her arms, letting them fall to the floor.
“And this.” He started pulling her thong off when she hesitated for a moment.
She frowned like she wasn’t sure if that was what she really wanted to do.
Her doubts fell to the wayside as he dropped to his knees and put his mouth between her legs.
After that, she couldn’t remove them fast enough.
Instead of putting his mouth on her again, he got to his feet, earning a very displeased sound from Tori.
“Turn around.” He spun her around and pushed her forward with a hand to her upper back.
She hissed as the cold surface of the island met her tits.
She wiggled her ass side to side as he rolled on a condom.
Using his booted foot to tap at her feet, he got her to spread her legs wider.
He lined his cock up with her soaking pussy, and with a rough flex of his hips, he was seated to the base.
He didn’t give her time to adjust to him before he started plowing into her rougher and harder than she was expecting.
She tried to squirm away from him, but there was nowhere for her to go.
He kept at her until she relaxed enough that she started moaning in pleasure again.
He could feel his orgasm building quickly.
In the next thrust of his hips, he exploded.
He came with a roaring shout. She followed right behind him with her own.
He pulled out and removed the condom, tossing it on the island next to her face and stepped back.
Tori slowly straightened, but didn’t turn to look at him.
Was she having second thoughts about what they’d done?
He didn’t give a fuck. While she was struggling with the fact that she’d just fucked the man she refused to fuck not long ago, he pulled a bottle of water from her refrigerator.