Chapter Nineteen
Talon
After leaving my house, we head out to the cabin. I’ve given the prospects their eviction notice—well for the rest of the weekend, anyway. There’s plenty of room at the clubhouse so I don’t feel too guilty about it, Harvey’s staying on in the outbuilding, not because I’m addicted to his fucking finger food, but I figure with everything that’s been going on, having an extra pair of hands around might be useful. He can keep an eye out for any trespassers, because I don’t trust Silvia to leave me the hell alone.
We make it back to the cabin totally famished. Harvey had left the refrigerator well stocked, so we tuck into more of his delicious hors d’oeuvres as Kelly likes to call them. I chow down on a whole platter of salt beef on rye, and as Kelly just seems to be picking at her food, I pinch a few of her smoked salmon bites. Now we’re alone again, there’s an air of anticipation as we enjoy our coffee and flirt.
I jerk my chin towards the stairs leading upstairs. “You ready for a shower and a little throw down with a big mean biker?”
Kelly grins and drains the last of her coffee, it looks like she’s just as enthusiastic as I am as she rushes upstairs after me. I adjust the water, it might be a cabin in the woods, but there are certain home comforts I can’t do without, and I wanted a power shower in my bathroom. There’s nothing better than feeling scalding hot water hit your skin after a hard day riding or on the construction site.
Well, perhaps I can think of something better, a hot shower and Kelly’s hands soaping down my body. We’ve established a little slow routine where we soap each other up, kiss and flirt under the water. It’s a good start to a wonderful night in my humble opinion. I pay special attention to her breasts, lathering them up then watching as the soapy residue runs down her stomach. I’m in two minds to take her here and now, but the shower cubicle is a bit of a tight fit, so I rein myself in.
We dry ourselves off and I’m about to sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed when I have an idea, instead I scoop her up, turn her onto all fours and drape her over the loveseat in the corner of my room, so she’s kneeling on the chair with her arms over the back, giving me the perfect view of her delicious ass, “Let’s switch the location tonight, darlin’.”
Kelly leans forward a little, showing me a glimpse of her pussy. God, this woman is seriously getting under my skin, I love how open she is around me. She gives me a cheeky grin and says over her shoulder, “Show me what ya got, handsome.”
I stalk over and stand behind her for a second or two enjoying the view. Then I crouch down behind her, the chair is spacious enough, and her pussy is so wet, that I could take her here if I wanted, but now it’s time for the appetizer. I kneel behind her and lift her hips, her pussy is glistening, and I can feel my mouth watering in anticipation. I move closer and brush my lips over her slit, she gives a moan in response.
I love how she tastes and feels against me. Remembering what she liked the last time, I lift her higher, so she’s got to brace herself against the back of the chair. My tongue lashes through her folds and over her clit, circling and gently sucking it. She’s swollen and ready for me. I dip my tongue into her core, licking her walls and rubbing my beard in her juices. She’s moaning and writhing on my face and my cock feels like it’s about to explode. I pull back and admire her soaking pussy, lifting my hand up I stroke up and down pressing on her clit. She’s grinding against me, and I know she’s getting close. I flip her around so she’s facing me, her eyes are heavy with lust. I lean in close as I slip two fingers inside her. Curling them and tapping her G-spot while my lips are on her swollen clit. She’s moaning louder and I’m insistent. My thick fingers filling her up and stroking her inside while I’m sucking on her clit. Suddenly there’s a gush of wetness and she’s screaming as her pussy clenches down rhythmically on my fingers. I drink up her gift, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her. She stills and I pull out my fingers, licking them clean. I’m so turned on, I’m all but ready to shoot my load all over her like a horny teenager. This is seriously the hottest thing I have ever experienced.
“Didn’t know you were a squirter, darlin’.”
She looks like she’s boneless, I move her so she’s lying fully back on the loveseat. I’m kneeling over her, my cock dripping precum, she bites her lip adorably and gives a little squirm then opens her legs giving me another glimpse of paradise. Her face and chest are flushed, and her nipples are standing erect in tight peaks. I bend down and take one in my mouth, sucking it and rolling it.
“Mmm… yes,” she says.
“You ready for my cock?” I ask. Her parted legs are pretty much an invitation, but I like to think I’m a gentleman.
“Need you inside me,”
That’s all I need to hear and I’m between her legs, her pussy is soaked, and I rub my cock up and down her slit, enjoying the sensation. My balls are tight, and I don’t think I’m gonna last long. But we’ve got all night, and I can keep on going as long as she wants me to. I notch my cockhead at her entrance and feel myself slip inside, her pussy is twitching around my shaft, like it’s still having little aftershocks from her orgasm, I slowly ease my way in, she’s taking me easily this time and with a thrust of the hips I’m fully sheathed in her.
Once inside, I stop moving and just enjoy the sensations of her pussy clenching around me.
“Fuck, babe, you are so good.”
“I love feeling your cock stretching me,” she responds. Then I don’t know if she did it consciously or not, but suddenly I feel her pussy gripping my shaft, then releasing.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp.
My exclamation is rewarded by a little giggle. God, this woman is everything I ever wanted, I love how playful she is.
“I want to feel you come around my cock again, feel your tight pussy squeeze me and milk me dry.”
I’m thrusting deeper and deeper, she’s so wet for me and I’m holding back as much as I can. Just when I think I can’t take any more she comes, crying and moaning, I stop moving feeling her contractions around my cock. I wait for her to come down again, then slowly start moving. I pull back so I’m almost out, then slide back in until my balls hit her pussy lips. I grind myself against her clit and I’m rewarded with another moan, I keep up that rhythm, slowly in and out, then I reach down between us and press on her still swollen clit, she starts to shudder as another orgasm hits, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. My balls tighten and I explode inside her flooding her with my seed.
We stay like that for a while, I don’t pull out. It’s like I don’t want to be parted from this woman. I want her for my own, I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but it feels like I’ve been searching for her my whole life.
I eventually pull out and carry her to my bed. I curl around her and drape my arm over her relaxed form, wanting to keep her close and safe. The last thing I remember is drifting off to sleep with the knowledge that I was falling in love with this woman.
***
I don’t know exactly how long we’ve slept when I’m woken up by my phone. It jingles, heralding the arrival of a text message.
“It’s too fucking early,” I groan as I grope for my phone on the nightstand. Rolling over onto my back I hold the phone close and scan the message. I bolt upright when I see what is written. Zen has come up with the goods as always.
“Good news?” Kelly asks sleepily.
I run my hand through my hair and push it out of my face. “Yeah, it seems that my hot new girlfriend is brainy as fuck.”
I hold the phone up and flash her a smile. “You were right. The same night Sandra had her fender bender, there was a report of a hit and run. There was a pregnant woman who ended up being sideswiped and her car jumped the guardrail and tumbled down an embankment. She didn’t make it. Her husband is a man by the name Charlie Whitmore. He’s a software engineer working for the county.”
“You think maybe Sandra had something to do with that accident, that she hit that woman?” Kelly asks.
“Her car had silver paint along the side. We thought it was from the guardrail. But what if it was another car? Because she told me she’d had a drink we didn’t report it to the insurance company and instead I got the car repaired for her at our garage.”
Kelly furrows her brow, “If someone suspected her, why didn’t they just report it to the police? And why take revenge now?”
“I don’t know. The report Zen dug up said she didn’t die fast. She was trapped in her vehicle and slowly bled out, pinned under the steering wheel. If Sandra had been driving over the limit, then that was vehicular manslaughter. And if she drove off without calling for help, then she as good as killed the woman in cold blood.”
I hits me hard that if Sandra had stayed and called EMS and the police like any decent person would have, there is a chance this woman and her unborn child might have survived. Kelly and I stare into each other’s eyes as we each come to the same conclusion. It was easy to imagine someone going scorched earth over losing his wife and unborn child, especially under such horrific circumstances. It was a sobering thought that took the shine right off the flirty morning vibe we started with. Though why take revenge two years later? I couldn’t figure that out.