Chapter 20
*~* Cannon *~*
When Jamie gave me the all-clear, I immediately asked about Barbara.
She’d been given the all-clear hours ago apparently, as there were no signs that she could be contagious.
That’s just my luck. Going in search of her, I find she’s already escaped our prison and gone shopping. Well, I can’t fault her there.
Walking through the clubhouse, I take crap from anyone who sees me. They hold up two fingers in the sign of a cross, dodge out of my way, even scream and run in the opposite direction. Assholes, that’s what they are.
Grabbing a mug of coffee, I head for Pres’ office. Maybe now I can find out everything that is going on with my truck. Knocking on the door, I enter when instructed. Seeing Breaker and Griller standing behind a seated Bandit, I know this can’t be good.
“Just in time, Cannon. You’ll need your VP head on for this one, that’s for sure,” Whack says, without taking his attention from Bandit, I notice.
Bandit turns to look at me, and I don’t recognize the man staring at me.
The eyes are glassy and empty, but they have a malevolence to them as well.
“VP? He doesn’t know his ass from his elbow.
He’s about as clueless as the rest of you jokers.
” He makes to stand up, but powerful hands descend on each shoulder and hold him down.
He growls like a caged animal but stays in the chair.
“What’s happening here, Pres?” I ask, but I’ve seen plenty of drug abuse in the past. I’m disappointed that none of us saw this earlier, myself included.
“We’ve been lacking in our own security and welfare checks, it seems. Bandit has become an addict under our very noses, and we’ve all made excuses for his behavior instead of looking deeper for the cause.
He expressed a desire to be President of the club, and he wants to challenge me for it.
If he were compos mentis, I’d just agree and have at it, but he clearly isn’t.
Any thoughts on the matter?” Whack appears to be relaxed through all this, but I can see the tenseness in his shoulders, the guarded look in his eyes, and more than that, there is something in his voice.
“Can Jamie get him into rehab somewhere? I don’t think a challenge for the presidency is a viable option, neither is just cutting him loose to fend for himself.” We are better than both of those scenarios. A challenge would mean his death. Cutting him loose would be just as bad, probably worse.
“I’ve spoken to Jamie already, and she’s looking into the rehab thing.
I think it’s the best option, so let’s wait and see what she comes up with.
In the meantime, keep him in his room. Any shit from him and we'll lock him in the shed. He is not to pose a threat to anyone here,” Pres states, and Breaker and Griller take him from the room.
I pointedly sit in a different chair to the one Bandit used.
“Where was he getting his fixes from, Pres?” I’m thinking out loud more than anything.
“I’m not doing your job for you. You find out and then deal with it. Are you back in the land of the living now?” Pres grins at me.
“I wasn’t dead, just contagious. I got the all-clear, so I’m good. Any news on my truck?” I change the subject quickly.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Ghost believes your truck is at Stephan Haroldson’s ranch.
He hasn’t confirmed it, but I think he has someone on the inside.
Our wannabe senator is making enemies faster than he is spending his ill-gotten gains.
We need to get your truck out of there before someone decides Stephan is getting too big for his britches and takes over the operation. ”
“Hmm, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If we knew who it was, we might be able to kill two birds with one stone.” That could work in our favor, I think to myself.
“I’m not sure that the club getting into bed with anyone who wants to take over that operation is in our best interests.
Better the devil you know, eh? If it was someone who was shutting it down, that would be different.
” Whack tilts his head to one side. “I think your wanderer has just returned.” Without a word, I’m out of the chair, headed for the rec room.
Walking into the rec room, I step straight into Barbara’s path, lift her off her feet, and take a kiss that I’ve been waiting for far too long .
Keeping the kiss going, I carry her to my room and only stop when I need to breathe.
When she gets over her glassy-eyed look, she sees where we are, and an evil smirk takes over her features.
Placing my cut over the chair back, the rest of my clothes stay where they fall.
Barbara is taking far too long for my liking, and I grab her blouse and rip the buttons off as I tear it open.
As she scrabbles at her jeans' button and zipper, I throw her onto the bed, grab the bottom of her jeans' legs and pull them off.
She slides close to the bed's edge as I do this, and with a slight dip of my thighs I’m at her opening.
“I’m not on anything at the moment. I could get pregnant if your swimmers are on the ball?” She looks at me, but I don’t think the look says she is bothered by the prospect. I know I wouldn’t mind. It would just bring a wedding forward.
“Barbara, if you tell me in an hour, a week, or a month, I wouldn’t mind one bit. It would just give us more time to have more kids. What do you say?”
“Stop talking and do me!” She smiles and pushes herself to meet my hard cock.
“Do me? We need to work on your love language…”
“And you need to work on your timing! This is not that time.” She pulls her panties aside and grabs at me. Too slow as it happens because with one thrust, I slip inside her and push until I’m in up to the hilt.
Holding myself still as I savor the feeling is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. When Barbara starts squeezing me with her internal muscles, I almost come immediately. By the look on her face, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I quickly lift her from the bed and support her with my hands under her ass. Placing her hands behind my neck, she raises herself enough that she can push her nipples into my mouth alternately. I suck and nibble on them as though they were manna from heaven.
Settling into a deep, slow rhythm, I hear the moans that escape her.
They sound as though they are coming from her very soul.
My grunts, however, sound much more guttural and animalistic.
Feeling how excited she is getting, I’m not surprised when I feel a pain shoot through my neck as she bites me.
Far from putting me off my stride, it spurs me on and I begin harder, faster thrusts.
Taking one of her hard nipples between my teeth, I begin exploring how hard she likes them played with.
Just as I think I could be on the verge of biting one off, she takes the back of head in her hands and pulls me harder against her.
Grunting and growling louder and deeper, I’m almost lost in my pleasure when she reaches her own orgasm.
I feel her juices flood from her, and she squeals as she goes stiff while her muscles vibrate and shake all at the same time.
Thinking she’ll need time to come back to earth, I slow down and ease my own orgasm that has been building while at the same time I try to deny myself. Having none of this, she tells me in no uncertain terms what will happen to me and certain parts of me if I don’t keep going.
Slipping out of her, I step over to the chair and tell her to kneel on it.
She understands the mission exactly and is on there, ass wiggling at me in seconds.
Wasting no time, I slip right back into her wet pussy and begin to pound into her.
Moaning and crying out simultaneously, she has me also getting louder as the moment of my release gets closer.
With a last hard push, I feel her clench me tightly as she reaches her second orgasm. My first bursts forth, and I feel like I’m coming for a full minute before I release my grip on her hips, which had been holding me at the innermost depths of her body.
Carrying her to the bed, my knees weak, we lay and snuggle, drenched in each other's sweat. We only lay for a few minutes before she takes my hand and leads me to the shower. It doesn’t take long for her to reach her third and fourth orgasms, and my second is as mighty as the first. I believe we have answered the question as to whether we are compatible in this respect.
Dressed and both ravenously hungry, we walk downstairs where Barbara immediately blushes and hides her face in my chest. Everyone in the clubhouse obviously heard what we were doing and vocalizes that fact as soon as they see us.
Far from being embarrassed, I give them my smuggest look and take an exaggerated bow.
Seriously though, I think we need to get a place built somewhere on the compound, far away from the clubhouse and very, very soundproof.