CHAPTER FIFTEEN
-:- TwoCents -:-
“I have something I need to tell you, Pais, before we do this…” Paisley interrupts me and has this look on her face that I’m not sure I like.
“I know, TwoCents, about the marriage, but we are married and I’m not happy to have another failed marriage behind me. So, that makes you it, and WE…” said with air quotes, “are going to make this work. Now, let’s get to the good stuff where you show me how well you can use your…” her eyes flick to my growing dick, “tackle.”
Reaching up to put her arms around my neck, she hops up and places her legs around my waist. My natural reaction is to place my hands on her ass and support her weight. Covering my mouth with hers, she kisses the everlovin’ shit out of me. I have to say, I’ve never been kissed like that before, and I like it, a lot. Letting her take the initiative feels a bit strange to me, as I’m normally the aggressor, but again, I find it as hot as hell.
Letting go of my neck, she pulls her sweater over her head. I don’t know how she does it, but her bra goes with it. I’m left staring at the most fantastic pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. Having my hands full supporting her, I bury my face in them and suck on a hard nipple. My hands are squeezing and stroking her ass while I suck and lick noisily at her nipples and breasts. Her hands are pulling my face onto her, and I hear her moaning and gasping.
Leaning her against the wall, I free my hands reluctantly from her ass but enthusiastically take hold of those magnificent mounds and feed them to me. Squeezing and stroking them has my cock straining for release from my pants.
Pushing herself from the wall, she drops to her knees and grabs at my belt. She makes quick work of having my pants down around my knees and begins stroking my stiff cock.
“I think this is something I can work with,” she says, looking up at me. Before I can answer, she takes me in her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, she has me almost blowing my load in seconds. Pulling back, I slip from her mouth and drag her to her feet. Scooping her up, bridal style, I damn near throw her on the bed.
Getting naked, I quickly remove the rest of her clothes and pull her legs around me. Gently rubbing her lower lips with my hard cock has her moaning some more. I don’t want to rush this as it’s our first time, I want it to be tender and loving.
“Get that thing inside me or I swear you’ll have blue balls until our first anniversary. What are you waiting for?” Dragging at my thighs, she pulls me into her and I slide in to the hilt. My God, she is so wet and hot that I forget the tender and loving. Slamming into her has her eyes rolling, and she locks her legs around me, holding me deep in her core.
“Don’t move! That feels so-o-o good, right there. Damn, that’s so deep.” Taking my hands, she puts them on her breasts and shows me how she likes them molested. That’s the only way to describe the way she wants them squeezed, squashed, rolled, and pinched. I feel her nipples harden even more and she pushes a nipple to her mouth so she can lick and suck it.
That’s it! I’m done. I can’t just have my cock in her without thrusting it in and out. Pulling back as far as her legs will allow, I pound back into her. Getting a rhythm going takes only a moment. As soon as my hardness reaches her core, I pull back and pound again. Trying to slow down and make it last only frustrates Pais more.
“Stop holding back. Give it to me! I want to come on that fat dick while it’s filling me.”
Wow! Not a shrinking violet then, I think to myself. Speeding up my thrusts, it’s not long before I feel my balls tightening and getting ready for release. Sensing my urgency, she reaches down and cups them.
Oh-My-Fucking-God! My cock explodes and I feel myself pumping shot after shot of my seed into her, filling her up. Her muscles contract around me and I feel her squeezing me dry. She squeals with delight and watches as I slowly come back to earth from wherever she transported me.
“Was it good for you?” she asks me, coyly. “I think that’s something we can do more often, now you’re over your ‘erectile dysfunction’, of course.”
“Oh, shit. You knew about the marriage thing when you gave me the pill in front of everyone! Damn, that was harsh.” Laughing with her, I ask, “I guess that was payback, huh?”
Lying beside her, I pull her to me and we spoon. Wrapping my arms around her, I feel her pushing into me and relaxing. It feels so good, I can’t help the sigh that slips out.
“This feels so natural, like we were meant to fit together. Don’t you think?”
Looking at me over her shoulder, she grins, “I thought that’s what I said ten minutes ago?”
“That was something entirely different. Holding you like this is just amazing. I never felt like this before. I could stay here forever and not miss the rest of the world passing by. I think you’re going to have to get used to the fact that we’re going to be together for a very long time.”
“I think I can get used to that, Mr. Daniel Wilson. Oh, and one more thing. Apparently, I’m supposed to have a leather jacket thing with no sleeves, with my name on it? Well, I want one. Next time you do your church thing, I want what’s mine, okay?”
“You mean a kutte. It’s the leather vest you see us all wearing. Yours will say ‘Property of TwoCents’ and you’ll need to see ReUse or Hashtag for your tattoo, as well.”
“Property of? Tattoo? Hmmm. I’ll speak to some of the women and see how they’ve felt about this stuff. Being married to someone without knowing it is one thing, but being the ‘Property of’ is something else. And the tattoo had better be discreet and feminine. I’m not having no ‘skulls and crossbones and shit’.”
“We’re an MC, Motorcycle Club, not the fucking ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’. You’re identified as a club Ol’ Lady for your protection as much as anything. If someone tries to mess with you, they know that every brother in the club would willingly die to protect you.”
“Oh. That wasn’t explained fully when I had my conversation with… Whoa! Nearly... My sources will never be revealed. I have to have some secrets of my own.”
“Talking of secrets, I need to clear the air between us, fully and once and for all. That’s a conversation for another time, though.”
“Oh good. I’ve got something else that can take up the immediate time. I think I need to continue your education as far as the difference between sex and lovemaking. Sex is what we have just had, lovemaking is what we’re going to take part in NOW! C’mon hubby, show me what you’ve got!”
The next hours are a blur of both sexual action and recuperation, though recuperation is definitely not given much time or consideration.
The following morning, we are downstairs in the common room, sitting at the bar and talking with some of the brothers. When a buzz from my phone grabs my attention. Glancing at it, I see Forest has left me a message.
Forest: You need to come to the office.
TwoCents: Is it urgent?
Forest: Not urgent per se, but you’ll want to see what we found in the diary.
TwoCents: OK, give me 20.
Walking into the Sheriff’s Department, I quickly head into Forest’s office. He’s sitting behind his desk, the diary open in front of him, and he’s making notes on a large notepad.
“Take a seat, TwoCents,” Forest mumbles without lifting his head.
I take the seat he has pulled next to him and then points at the diary as he turns to look at me.
“This diary has dates, times and places of where the Senator and his cronies had women. These women were trafficked, and sold fast. And I mean within five days. No chance of anyone getting them out, but I’m not sure if he was an idiot or what. He had a list of names, and where these women went.” Forest is rubbing his forehead, which has a deep frown running across it.
“That’s odd. Why would he leave evidence like that lying around?”
“I think there is more going on here than we can even imagine. I had word from Dep and Sober this morning and they’ve spoken with Aaron. The Senator has had a tail, and Dep said he has had his security detail trebled. He’s financing that himself, so it shows he’s worried about something. Sober is speaking with one of the security guards who has been known to him through his time in service. Maybe he’ll know more later today or tomorrow, but they are both checking in with me daily from this point forward.
“Looking here, there are dates he’s seen drug deals going down, and that he’d been handing over information to someone. Who that is, I don’t know. But Paisley did well to get all this down in a diary. She has images of all this to prove it’s true. I had a ton of paper to wade through in that file, but it’s proving to be worth its weight in gold information-wise.”
“Is Pais in danger?”
Forest leans back in his seat and looks at me. “I don’t know, brother. She is divorced, remarried, and it shows she’s moved on. She’s living in a biker compound, and I can’t see as that is a bad thing at this time. But I would recommend she not go out and about on her own at this point. We keep someone on her until we have this shit wrapped with the Senator, because I still think if he’s in shit, she may get targeted.”
Francis steps into the office and both myself and Forest look up at the intrusion. “Sorry for interrupting, but I found something in the system.”
“Oh, what’s that?” Forest asks.
“Well, our Senator is huge friends with Boardman Charnwood. You know, the FBI Executive Assistant Director for Human Resources. Now, don’t you think that’s darn fishy?” Francis is leaning on the door frame watching both of us for a reaction.
“Yeah, I do,” I reply, turning to look at Forest. “Well, it seems you have much more to look into now, brother.” I slap his back as I stand and make my way out of the department.
One thing is for sure, there are some dirty dealings going on, and I’m more than happy that Pais is not out on her own any longer. So far she is not a target and I hope it remains that way.
Before I am able to leave the department, I turn when Forest shouts my name. “Oh, TwoCents! Your wife, by the way, shot and killed a trafficker.”
My feet come to a halt, and I slowly turn to look at Forest. “What…The…Fuck!” I snarl and head back to his office, and I can hear him chuckling in front of me.
“I found it in the back of the diary. It’s a police report, stating that it was self-defense. She was on a photo shoot for a company that wanted photographs of a tiger being hunted. A model was employed to be the hunter, and the zoo had a tiger that had been reared in captivity after its mother was killed. Long story short, the model and Paisley were working. She had a rifle, which she was teaching the model how to use. How the fuck it had live ammo in it nobody knows, but anyway, seems this trafficker recognized Paisley as the Senator’s wife, tried to grab her and when he knew he’d been marked by all the crew, he tried to take her out. She shot and killed him.”
My mind flicks to Pais saying she had a flashback of her killing a warthog of all things. Now it seems the little madam was telling me lies. We’ll have to see about this because no way am I going to allow her to not tell me the truth, and all the truth. Even if she killed someone, I need to know so we can all protect her from any backlash. This can be part of our conversation when I clear the air of all my shit.