2. Lifesaver
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LIFESAVER
A hot, heartbroken blonde wasn’t who I thought we’d be entertaining tonight. The plan was to stay at the clubhouse and play a couple rounds of pool, get our dicks sucked after by one of the clubhouse whores, but Match insisted on the strip for a change.
I was against the idea until my eyes met Alice’s.
Jesus fuck.
What a shitty fiancé. I’m tempted to track the fucker down and beat him up—in what world does he think he can he lie and cheat on his fiancée and get away with it? Bad form, though. Peter has already warned me once about reducing bloodshed and claiming less victims. He’s mayor of Las Vegas, and it’ll reflect badly on him if word gets around that his high school best friend side-hustles as an outlaw.
So I’ve held back.
Been cleaning up more blood recently than I have been spilling it.
Working as a doctor has its perks. There’s no greater reward than saving a life that deserves to be saved, but my hands itch for justice sometimes. For fresh bad-guy blood on my palms.
That includes men who make pretty girls cry.
Very pretty girls.
She sits in the VIP booth with her friends and us. The tears are gone now, and she’s on her second glass of cherry vodka that’s the same red color as her plump lips. She smiles often. Laughs with her friends about something Match, Brander, and I don’t understand.
I still can’t believe she thought we were strippers on call.
Honey-blonde hair cascades down and around her shoulders, long and wavy in loose curls. She’s a natural blonde—that’s what the roots of her hair would suggest. Her eyes, even though she’s cried off most of her makeup, make her a real beauty. They’re the kind of green you can’t see around here unless you road-trip over the boarder into the Californian redwoods. It’s like being in a forest. I almost hear the birds. They whistle angelic sounds, like a Disney princess has entered the scene.
She’s innocent. Confident, but innocent. She has this pure look about her. Maybe it’s the white dress.
But it could just be her.
She’s a pure soul that’s had her heart broken by a bastard that’s never heard of the word respect , but also…dare I say she’s a little flirtatious?
Her eyes linger for longer than they need to.
Maybe it’s the drink getting to her head.
But how would that explain the switch in her eyes when we first asked if she was okay? It was like a light had been suddenly turned on. Like the channel had been changed. For the slightest second, I saw something in them that didn’t look sad, or pitiful, but surprised. Pleasantly.
“I mean, for god’s sake, the only thing he likes to talk about is cheese or new software.” Alice snorts. Takes another sip of her drink. “I don’t like either of those things.”
Tammy and Rachel cackle beside her.
I glance at Match. His eyes are on her breasts.
I click my fingers and rustle him out of his daze. As impressive as they are, the woman’s just had her heart broken and deserves respect.
Match is one to slip into a daze when staring at a woman’s breasts. God, each and every one of us at the club go feral for a pair of nice tits, but Match seems entranced by them. It’s his weakness. Whip out a pair of tits and you’ve got him surrendered.
“So what’s your plan for tonight, gentlemen?” Alice tilts her head. “Mischief, I suppose?”
“Mischief isn’t something we know how to cause,” I say.
She smiles a smile like she’s about to cause some mischief herself. Jesus. Those eyes. Blondes have been my type since forever, and Alice is my favorite.
“How are you feeling, darling?” asks Brander. I’m so used to seeing him with an iron rod in his hand that without it, he looks naked. I’m glad. Bringing that thing along probably would’ve deterred Alice and her friends and made them assume that we’re dangerous, which is absolutely not the case.
In most instances.
Unless we’re pissed off.
“I’m feeling much better, thank you.” She smiles. “All thanks to you three.”
“Our pleasure, sweetheart,” says Match. “Look. I’m thinking you could do with something to clear your lungs.” Her friend Tammy sits forward. “You’ve had a rough night.”
“A terrible night,” Brander says.
“Until, of course,” I interject, “you met us.”
Match extends his hand to agree with me. He does about most things.
There’s something about being a registered doctor that makes you an agreeable person to be around.
“We have our bikes outside. What do you say?” Match spreads out his arms. “Care to join us for a nighttime ride through the desert?”
Tammy nudges her friend in the side and flashes her the biggest smirk.
Rachel, on Alice’s other side, narrows her eyes as if to assess the idea’s safety.
“I assure you, your friend is in good hands,” I say.
“ Very good hands,” Tammy turns to her friend to say.
“I’m a doctor. I’ll take care of you if anything goes wrong, and Brander here”—I gesture to him—“might look like he gives no shits, but he does. It’s all on the inside. Plus, he’s first line of defense.”
And it’s true.
A tsunami couldn’t shake that man.
“First line of defense. What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rachel screws up her lips. “I thought you were motorcyclists.”
“Some call us outlaws.”
The spark returns to Alice’s eyes. “Let’s do it.”
“ Yes !” Tammy punches the air.
Rachel shudders.
“I’ll be fine, Rach, honestly. I’ve just been broken up with.” Alice lowers her voice. It’s barely audible over the thumping music, but my ears have a talent for picking up information not meant to be heard. “Look, I know what you’re thinking, that I’m doing it for revenge to get back at Levi, but the truth is, I’ve played it safe my entire life. Got into a relationship at fucking eighteen years old. I’ve never experienced…things with anyone else before. I’m not like you and Tammy. I’ve only ever been with one man, let alone three at the same time. That’s exciting, isn’t it?”
“They’re like…twice your age, Ali. I don’t think you’re thinking straight.”
“Maybe not, but who cares.” She rises from her seat. Swings her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll call you, okay? Laters!”
“Go have fun, hot stuff!” shouts Tammy as we’re making our way to the exit. “And get ready for the ride of your life.”
This isn’t how I was expecting the night to unfold, but it’s even better than I imagined. The woman deserves to be treated like a princess. For the last few years, it sounds like a peasant would have received more. Levi the cheese lover? God help the man. I’ll bet his favorite cheese is blue, and his armpits stink. Sitting at a desk all day eating cheese won’t do his back any favors. A hunchback, perhaps? The cheese-eating hunchback from Notre Dame.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Sorry.” I hold up my hand at Match as we’re mounting the bikes. “Unimportant.”
“Who would you like to ride with, sweetheart?” Match says after giving me a strange look. He creeps forward. Revs the engine. He doesn’t need to. He’s just trying to please Alice.
“What about…helmets?” she asks.
“We left them at the clubhouse,” Brander says. “You’ll be okay. Promise.”
“Yeah. We’re good riders.”
“You.” She points a manicured hand at me.
I take it, and offer her a smile and an invitation to hop on the back. “I’m Lifesaver.”
“Lifesaver?” she repeats. “Because you’re a doctor?”
“Exactly.”
“And I’m Match.”
“Brander.” A leather-gloved hand sticks up into the air.
“Oh.” She smiles. “I’m?—”
“Alice. We know, sweetheart. You already told us.”
Another “oh.” She laughs and mounts the bike.
Fucking hell. How am I supposed to keep myself together when she smells like that. It’s sweet, like poppies blowing in a field, but a darker undertone aches something in my balls. It’s sultry. Cherry, kinda, like her gorgeous plump lips that I want wrapped around my cock.
Where Match goes feral for tits, I go crazy for a dick suck.
But not just any blowjob. They have to be blonde.
And I’ve now decided that they have to be Alice.
But getting my dick into her mouth isn’t why I’m doing this. What Alice needs isn’t to be claimed by all three of us (no matter how down for it we’d all be). What she needs is a taste of freedom. To feel desert air blowing through her hair.
So I start the engine and we get the hell out of here.
“Hold on, sweetheart, and tight. We’ll be going pretty quick.”
“The faster the better,” she giggles in my ear. Her chin sets on my shoulder, and I feel her firm breasts against my back. “Like this?”
I bite my lip. She should back off slightly so I can’t feel the outline of her breasts. Maybe I should tell her to back off. “Yes, sweetheart, exactly like that.”
Or maybe not.
Wind whistles in my ear, and the bike engine roars. I’m in the middle, Match at the front and Brander at the tail. Already, endorphins find their way into my bloodstream and we’re not even out of the city yet. Some people paint to release stress, others weight lift and do extreme weekend activities like extreme ironing. Me? I ride bikes at full speed and grace my ears with the two most holy sounds on earth—singing wind and the hearty sound of a healthy Milwaukee-Eight.
Billboards whiz by at high speeds. We maneuver around cars and manage to hit all the lights on green. Swerving around vehicles elicits a few shrieks from Alice, but I feel her un-tense behind me as soon as I give her reassurance that everything is fine.
And then we’re sailing out into the Nevada desert. A long strip of road drifts off into the expanse like a runway. It’s my favorite stretch. We accelerate more, and join to form one long line that takes up the entire road. At one point we’re up to almost a hundred miles an hour, but then by unspoken agreement, we slow to a speed where we can actually hear each other talk.
“How are you holding up, darling?” Brander shouts over the wind.
“Great!”
I glimpse her in my side-view mirror. My, my. What a sight. A white smile is plastered across her face, eyes lit up to reflect a soul that’s been revived, finally, after years spent at an IT technician’s side. The slightly glossed over appearance of those eyes suggests she’s tipsy, but she’s still in control.
Her head dips. She starts fiddling with something on her finger.
Holy shit.
The ring finger.
She slips the ring off her finger, takes one final look at it, and after exhaling a weighty breath, tosses it out into the desert.
Atta girl.
She releases her hands from around my waist and lifts them into the air.
“WOOOO!” Laughter follows, and it has me laughing too. “FREEDOM!”
“Be careful.” Brander watches her carefully.
“She’s okay.” I turn around and raise my voice. “Aren’t you, Alice?”
“Never been better.” Another laugh. She rolls back her head, long eyelashes fluttering closed as she takes it all in. Hair whips behind her. There’s so much of it.
I turn back to the road. A full moon shines bright, illuminating the desert in parts. It’s peaceful and I feel most myself here. There’s so much to take in. The unusually shaped cacti. The undulating mountains on the horizon from Red Rock Canyon, a scorched national park home to some of the most impressive geology formations in the world. Peter and I used to take school trips there when we were kids.
“Feel how fast my heart is beating.”
Alice guides one of my hands from the handles. And presses it to her breast.
As I suspected. Round, firm, and so fucking big.
“Uh, that’s not quite your heart, sweetness.”
“I know. Squeeze it. Please.”
“Alice, I?—”
“Please?”
I’m gonna get us into an accident if we’re not careful. We’ve slowed down a bit, sure, but the wind is still whipping past us, and I’m driving one-handed. Jesus fuck. Her breasts feel incredible in my palm. This isn’t good.
I squeeze.
My dick twitches.
Our eyes lock in the side-view mirror, and hers are almost as sultry as the undernote of her perfume. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and continues staring. And staring.
Staring.
“Hey,” she calls out to Match on her left. “Will you touch the other? It feels left out.”
“Of course, darling.”
He rides a little closer and I watch him fondle her other breast in the side-view.
“Brander.” She whips to her right, long tresses of blonde hair following her.
“Where do you need me, darling?”
She might have only ever been with one guy, but the girl knows what she wants.
“Here.”
His gloved hand reaches up her dress and between her straddled thighs to?—
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so wet for us.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “Is that bad?”
“No,” we all say simultaneously.
I focus on two very important tasks. The first—keeping the bike stabilized, and the second—touching Alice’s breast. “It’s good. Very good.”
She moans. Rolls back her head.
I adjust the side-view mirror to check out what Brander’s doing to her pussy. Thumb circling her clit. I know it just from the hand motion beneath her skirt.
Her body rolling back, I ease off the gas and return both hands to the handles.
A disappointed whimper escapes her lips.
Brander’s hand materializes from under her skirt.
The only stimulation she’s getting is from Match now.
Her head pops back up, and a frown dents the skin between her sweet brows. “Why stop?”
“You deserve better than to be out on the open road getting pleasured,” I say. “Brander’s house isn’t far. Maybe all four of us can go there.” I side-eye Brander and he gives me a firm nod. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart? If not, the city isn’t far away. We can get you back to your friends.”
“Brander’s,” she says without a moment’s hesitation. “Please.”
“Okay.”
I rev the engine and the Harley quickly gains speed. “Hold on tight.”
Her arms return to my waist, but it’s not long before she’s dipping lower. Caressing the situation beneath the belt.
My balls have never ached like this before. I’ve half a mind to stop the vehicle and bend her over the bike—I bet her pussy shines nice and wet in the moonlight.
But she deserves a bed.
To be laid down and worshiped for the angel she is.