Chapter 9
Trixie
The bar was packed full of partygoers, not ready to call it a night.
Midnight didn’t even arrive for another half hour.
I couldn’t say I blamed them for wanting to keep the party going.
It had been an epic Halloween Bash, and not only because I’d spent most of it having sex with Brandon.
Although, it definitely made the night memorable.
After our quickie in his bedroom, Brandon and I were famished. Neither of us had eaten all evening so we got some snacks and drinks, found a table with some other KLMC couples and watched the show.
I couldn’t sing to save my life, but I sure enjoyed everyone else’s performances, especially perched on Brandon’s lap. His hand rested between my thighs and his warm lips often found the sensitive spot below my ear.
All in one night, we went from sort of friends to acting like a real couple. I hoped I was reading things right. Brandon didn’t seem to be the kind of guy who screwed with a woman’s heart.
To say my body was humming and eager to have another orgasm was the understatement of the century. I’d come over and over and over if Brandon commanded my releases.
“It’s great seeing Zombie with a woman on his lap,” Brynne said. She was married to Track, who was the Road Captain. They were a nice couple and had already sung a song on the stage. “He always seemed aloof and lonely at parties.”
“He just needed to find the right girl, babe,” Track told his wife. “Ain’t that right, brother?”
I peered up at Brandon.
“That’s right,” he replied. “I think Trixie fits in with the rest of us.”
“Oh, for sure she does.” Brynne smiled at me. “We need to plan a get together with all the other old ladies so you can meet them.”
“That would be great. I can bring the food.” Being a part owner of the deli had its perks. I was like my parents in that we always wanted to feed everyone.
The next group of people went on the stage. One guy stumbled and his friends all laughed. He looked a little young, but I couldn’t really tell. They were dressed like the band KISS.
“Here he goes,” Brandon whispered in my ear.
“Who?”
“Raymond, Track’s younger brother.” Brandon pointed at Track. “Raymond’s dream is to have a band someday.”
“Yeah, and this song is his favorite. He sings it at all the parties,” Brynne shouted above the music. “You’ll see the crowd will get into it, too.”
Sure enough, people got to their feet. I dialed into the lyrics and sang along to “Rock and Roll All Nite.”
Literally, everyone was dancing and singing. It was fabulous. I hadn’t been around people like this before. They were fun, and a lot more risqué than me. But beneath every good girl was a naughty one.
After Raymond and his friends finished their performance, things settled down, and music filtered out of the speakers. There was a large crowd at the bar, and couples were making out everywhere.
“I’m going to make you come right here,” Brandon said.
“What?” Surely, he was joking.
Nope, not joking. His hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants.
“We can’t do this here!”
“Yes, we can. And we will.” His long digit fondled me.
Mortification burst inside me. I’d never been a party girl, nor did I do scandalous things like getting fingered in public.
“Relax, baby. Nobody cares.” He wasn’t wrong. Nobody was paying attention to us, but then most were inebriated.
“This is new and really naughty, dontcha think?”
“Naughty is good.” His finger found my clit.
“Holy moly!” I jumped on his lap, then found myself rocking on him. “Does stuff like this happen often?”
“Look behind you on your left.”
I peered over my shoulder and found a couple screwing on a pool table. The woman was on her back, and the dude was going to town on her. They didn’t seem to care about the people around them.
“Oh my gosh! Don’t you think of doing that to me. I have boundaries.”
“You don’t even have to worry. Nobody will see us fucking. I’m possessive that way.”
Possessive? The idea that I might make him crazy jealous seemed to launch me into orbit while his fingers moved in and out of me.
“I need you.”
“I’m right here, Trix. Tell me what you want. My fingers or my cock?” He amped up the stimulation and drove me insane.
“I could do you here. Maybe we should go to your room,” I told him, panting hard, trying to hold back my release. I was afraid I’d howl and everyone would notice us.
“No.” He removed his fingers and twisted me around. “Undo my pants.”
“But people will see us.”
“They don’t care, Trix.”
“I can’t ride you here. My boobs would knock you out.” I got off him and took his hand. “Come on.”
He could have me in the bathroom. Or in a closet. Anywhere else but in a bar full of people. I wasn’t that daring.
I led him to the women’s bathroom. We burst inside and passion exploded between us, frantically kissing. Brandon turned me around, pushed me against the counter, putting my back to his front.
“I’ve never done it this way before,” I told him honestly. Missionary style was all I’d ever done.
He tugged down the sweatpants and gripped my bottom. “Damn, I want to sink my teeth into your ass but first…” He plowed his cock inside me.
I screamed and grabbed onto the sink to steady myself. From this angle, intense sensations zinged me while he fucked me hard.
“You drive me crazy,” he grunted. “In a good way.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
The door opened and two women giggled when they saw us, then went into separate stalls and did their business. I wished I had a mask to hide my face.
“Fuck,” Brandon growled as his release hit, and he filled me with his cum. I couldn’t believe he had any left, but he did. It dripped down my inner thighs.
The sound of the toilets flushing and giggling made me freeze and want to crawl into a hole.
“Don’t mind us,” one of the women said. They both washed their hands quickly and left.
God, I hope I never see those girls again.
“You didn’t come,” Brandon said.
“Sorry. I was a little distracted.” Who wouldn’t be with complete strangers watching them have sex against a bathroom counter? Like my white ass was like a full moon shining bright in an inky sky. They wouldn’t miss it.
He turned me around and crushed his lips to mind. His hand went between my thighs, and he got me off with his fingers again.
“I want to hear you howl.”
Well, that wouldn’t be difficult. I was a hair trigger away from delicious orgasm.
“After you come, we’re going to bed,” he told me.
“Okay. Sure.”
“I’m going to make love to you all night.”
I gasped at his words, then my release hit, and I let out a long, drawn-out howl…
A-WOOOOOO!
When Brandon said he would make love to me all night long, he wasn’t exaggerating. I was magnificently exhausted.
But the warm glow of his lantern, he made love to me over and over. We discovered each other’s body and kissed a lot. His body was perfect and inkless. I thought for sure he’d have tattoos. Like what biker didn’t have any? Brandon Adams, that was who.
And I was totally fine with it.
“I want my name tatted on your ass,” he said.
I raised my head from his chest to look at him. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He cracked one of his eyes open. “So when I fuck you from behind, I can see it.”
That seemed logical.
“What if I want my name tatted on you, too?”
“I’d do it. Tell me where and I’ll get it done as soon as the roads open back up.” He opened his other eye and kissed my nose, squeezing me tightly in his embrace.
“On your heart so I can see it when you make love to me. Or is that too cheesy?”
“Not cheesy at all. Consider it done.” A yawn took hold of him. “You should get some winks. It’s after four in the morning.”
“Agreed. We both should.”
“I don’t sleep. Insomnia.”
“That’s rough.” Oh, my heart. Was nothing normal for him? “How do you survive the day?”
“Cat naps.”
“That doesn’t seem sufficient at all. Have you seen a doctor about your sleep issues?”
He hiked his eyebrow. “Bikers don’t go to the doctor. We have one in the club. Patch is his name. He’s given me meds, but they don’t work. It’s fine. You sleep and I’ll watch you.”
“Nothing creepy about being watched when I sleep.” I snorted. “But okay. I’m tired so I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sounds good.”
“Good night, Brandon.”
“Nite, Trix.”
I settled in against his warm body with a smile on my face and let sleep take me.
This Halloween was the best night ever.