Cowboy
Seeing red, I yelled at her, “What the hell are you doing with that devil?”
“Nothing.” She sounded defensive. She knew how bad it looked, being on the back of his bike in nothing but my long shirt the other day and then in his goddamn arms.
Fuck this. I dared her, “You keep away from him.”
“Okay.” She withered before me and hid her face in her hands. “It’s all a misunderstanding.”
That didn’t make me feel much better. “I’ve been in the slammer three nights, and all I could think about was you being with that devil. I come back to you, and you’re in his fucking arms. How the hell could that be a misunderstanding?”
My body ached from my fight with Snakebite. My knuckles and lip bled too, but seeing her again, my dick swelled in my pants. This couldn’t wait any longer. I took off my belt.
“What are you doing?” She backed into the wall.
Fuck. The look of terror on her face tamed my anger, a little. “I’m not gonna whip you. Is that what you think?” I wasn’t into that shit. Trying to calm myself, I sat on the edge of the bed to take off my boots and socks. My voice steady, I told her, “I’m gonna claim what’s mine.”
“I don’t think so,” she said, making jealousy rise in me again.
My nostrils flaring, I stood and started stripping off my clothes. Taking it over my head, I threw my stinky shirt to the floor. I’d showered this morning, but my old clothes stank. I’d be happy to get them off me.
I couldn’t hide my renewed fury. “Are you mine Darlin’, or are you his?” Undoing my jeans, I pushed them down and stepped out.
“Neither. How’s that,” she sassed.
My boxers were the last to go. “Well, whether you still want it or not, you're gonna be mine. Tonight, Little Lady. You and your body. Mine,” I barked, rage bubbling.
She quickly gave in, her voice timid, “I want to be yours.”
That settled it.
Naked all but my hat, I stepped toward Halley, reached out for her.
She ran away. I had to catch her. When I did, I held her by the neck of her shirt.
I ripped it, tearing it down the middle until it was clear off.
Pushing her back to the bed until she bounced onto it, I grabbed the ankles of her leggings and hauled them off her slim legs.
She wasn’t having it. Halley kicked with her arms and legs.
I easily held her petite body down as I stripped her bra off next.
I paused to admire her stunning titties when they tumbled free from their lacy restraints—a spectacular sight.
Her breasts were massive on her tiny frame.
Her nipples were large and darker from just having the baby.
Pinning her down with my lower half, I buried my face in them, licking the crease between them.
Then I seized one of her giant melons in my hands and steered it to my lips.
Aggressively, I kissed and sucked on her peaks while pinching a handful with my other hand.
“Cowboy, stop.” She scratched at my back with her long nails.
I stopped licking and squeezing but didn’t move off her.
“You’re scaring me.”
“Darlin’, I’m claiming you. Tonight. You’re mine. Not his.”
“It wasn’t what it looked like with Snakebite, I swear,” she whined.
Why did she keep bringing up Snakebite? She was only making me madder. “You want to be mine or not?” I all but growled.
“Well… I did… I do. It’s not that. I want you… but…”
At that moment, her I want you had been enough consent for me. I ignored her but and the rest of it. I heard her go on about my foul mood. Yeah, I was fucking angry. And I wasn’t about to lose her to Snakebite. Seeing her with him had about drove me mad.
I kissed down her stomach to her tiny panties, thinking about how she hadn’t even kissed me since we’ve been reunited.
As she fought me, trying to keep me from her pussy, I had a horrible thought.
What if she fucked that devil while I was gone?
Fuming, I gripped her panties. Using both my hands, I tore one side at a time and flung them away.
I forced legs and parted her pussy lips with two fingers. That’s when I saw the blood.
I felt like pure shit.
Showing her the bloody tip of my finger, I asked. “Is this why you don’t want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah, I’ve started again. I guess with the baby not nursing…”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
Damn, I’d thought it had something to do with Snakebite.
A woman bleeding would usually be a backdoor opportunity. Fuck. If it were anyone else. “I don’t mind if you don’t,” I said.
Her smile returning, she replied, “I don’t mind. If you don’t mind getting a little messy.”
“You sure you’re in the mood?”
“I’m hornier than hell,” she admitted, turning into a vixen.
Forgoing my planned foreplay, I crawled up her body, between her splayed legs. Hovering above her, I reached down and positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. Before I was ready to give her a pounding of a lifetime, now with her bleeding, I’d have to be gentler.
Face to face with her, I took her tiny hands in mine and held them above her head.
I went down, pressing my lips against hers, at the same time I rocked my cock forward.
Devouring her mouth, I shoved on and gently broke inside her warmth.
My hips moving, my cock inched in little by little.
The blood made her pussy walls so slippery it’d be easy just to punch all the way in, but I took my time.
Amazingly, the slow workup made my dick feel like it would burst at any moment.
Halley moaned into my mouth, interrupting our kiss at each light thrust. Deliberately slow, my cock tramped deeper and deeper until it couldn’t go any further.
Our tongues still dancing, I stilled, enjoying the warmth of my throbbing cock cocooned.
Eventually, I broke our kiss. My hands let go of hers and I came up on them to admire her.
Halley’s beautiful hazel eyes fluttered as she looked at me like I hung the moon.
Her face flushed, sex filled eyes hooded and mouth gaping open with lips swollen from our kiss, she was my heaven.
Her naked form impaled on my dick—Fuck. I didn’t think I could be gentle any longer.
Reaching down, I pulled up her knees, thinking I could go even deeper.
As I started to move, the Feds busted down the door.
As I covered her, my dick went limp fast.
“Get off her,” a suit demanded, pointing his gun at me.
“Nah, man. That’s not right.” If I got off Halley, her naked body would be exposed not to mention her bloody slit.
A red-headed lady Fed in a dark pantsuit threw us the blanket that had fallen to the floor. “Miss, are you Halley Cole?”
Covering us, I pulled out.
“Yeah,” Halley answered, grabbing the sheet and covering herself up. She left me the blanket to wrap around myself as not to expose my bloody junk.
“Get dressed. We have some questions.”
They let Halley go to the bathroom to clean up and dress, but the man kept his gun trained on me. Smart. Completely naked, except for my hat, even without my leather or weapons, I could have taken both of them.
As he made sure to keep his gun out of my reach, he had a billion questions. I answered none of them. “Do you all have a warrant?”
“We don’t need one since you’re wanted in California.”
“Wrong guy, dipshit. That’s Snakebite.”
“What’s your nickname? Turd?”
While I wanted to punch the suits’ teeth in, the lady fed was taking a dressed Halley out the door. “Hey, where are you going?”
“Halley’s going downtown to be questioned. You should get dressed while we’re gone. We will have questions for you soon,” she said.
Halley’s eyes pleaded with me as the woman took her out the door. She was scared and confused. I’d have tackled them now if the man didn’t keep his weapon on me as he backed out the door.
Halley returned the next morning, looking refreshed. I hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep.
“Last night was crazy, the way they took me out of here. But they explained they didn’t know if I was in danger because of all the biker gang business.
With women being treated like property and all.
I told them you were good to me, and finding no property tattoos or bruises on me, I think they believed it. ”
She yawned and stretched.
“I don’t care what they think.”
“Anyway, it was so late when they finished questioning, they let me sleep over at the station, on the couch, not in a cell.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I answered all their questions. And they scheduled me a psych evaluation, but they said that was standard procedure. Cowboy, I think they’re going to help. Also, they’ll be back around lunch time to interview you and Snakebite.”
“You told them about Snakebite.”
“I told them everything. And they agree with me that it sounds like Snakebite’s behind it.”
“Halley, they’ll say anything to get answers from you.”
She wasn’t listening. “Did you know Snakebite is wanted for murder?”
“You saw him murder the General.”
“Yeah, but that was revenge. That I can understand. Even self-defense, I get it, but he’s accused of killing someone randomly, a bystander. I never thought he had that in him.”
Her words struck me. I may have not been wanted, but I’d killed too many people to count, a few bystanders, too.
“God, I’m an idiot. I didn’t think Snakebite would have it in him. Until now, I didn’t think he’d harm my baby, but now, I’m not too sure.”
Fuck—now killing bystanders meant a danger to the baby. I changed the subject. “What else did they ask?”
“They asked if I had any enemies, anyone who wanted to harm the baby. I told them no. I didn’t tell them what you suspect about Anarchy.”
“Why not?”
“I figure it’s your story to tell.”
Knowing the Feds were coming I wanted to run, but Harlot had told me to cooperate on Scar’s orders. Plus, Halley had more hope in her now they were involved.
Like clockwork, the FBI was back at the motel at noon. Halley hadn’t told me they’d be taking me in. At least they didn’t cuff me. But I didn’t want to leave Halley behind.
“She’ll be okay,” they said, when I protested.
At the station, they questioned me in a nice office. Although, it wasn’t one of those cold rooms with folding chairs and the double-sided mirror, they still played good cop, bad cop.
“What’s your real name, Cowboy?” The man was the bad cop. He’d said Cowboy like he was making fun. “You always make love in your hat? Got a horse somewhere, too?”
He wouldn’t goad me into reacting. “Joseph Smith,” I lied.
The woman answered, she was the more reasonable one. “An alias, this is John Romney.” She handed him a file on me, I presumed.
The man remarked, “Like Mitt?”
“More like him than you think.” The woman began to tell my life story, all about my childhood and all the things I’d told Halley in confidence.
Fuck—when she’d said she told them everything I didn’t think she meant about me.
Stupid girl.
“Y’all know it all, why you need me here?”
The man said, “We don’t care to know much more about you. We already know you’re a low life. We knew who you ran with and the possible crimes you’ve committed. We didn’t need the girl to tell us that.”
The woman cut in, “Let’s stick to one case at a time, Finn.”
“Finn, your name is Finn?” I laughed.
“Agent Crosley, to you.” He gave the woman a look, and I could tell they were bumping uglies. “Listen, we just want to know about the girl.”
“The woman,” she corrected him.
“Halley. Yes. A female. Why hasn’t she named her baby?”
“I don’t know.” I really didn’t.
“Is that the truth, John?” Agent May asked.
“I have my suspicions.”
“And what are those?”
“The circumstances of his birth.”
Even though they’d heard Halley’s side of the events leading up to the kidnapping of her child, they wanted my version.
For her sake, I told them as much as I could, starting with the story of how she’d been kidnapped herself and ended with our first date and what came after it.
Well, what I thought was relevant, without too much of the personal details.
“Do you think she killed her baby?”
“No,” I shouted. “Aren’t you listening? Her and I were out on a date when they took him.”
They didn’t seem too convinced. I told them about all the times I witnessed her caring for the little guy. I couldn’t think of a time she hadn’t been the very best mother. I explained about her walking to Wal-Mart to buy him a car seat. I dug in my wallet and showed them the receipt.
They still asked questions like they thought she murdered her baby.
“Why would we be cooperating with the likes of you if she’d killed him?”
“Mr. Romney, do you think Halley is mentally sound?”
“Yes,” I lied, since the question was complicated.
“Do you know anyone who might want to harm the baby, Mr. Romney?”
I talked about Snakebite and the Sons of Satan MC in general. They didn’t seem to be interested.
“Anyone else, John,” the woman pressed. “Sometimes it can be someone you least expect.”
Then against my better judgement, I mentioned Anarchy. “I don’t think she wanted to harm him, but I’m about sure she helped the kidnappers, Jessy Bell and Teeth. Her sister Freedom was in on it, too. Halley’s brother said she’d distracted him.”
The man asked me, “Why would this Anarchy do such a thing?”
“She’s my ex.”
The woman mentioned to him, “The pregnant one.”
“No, that’s not her, that’s the sister, Freedom.”
The man opened a file, which I assumed was notes from questioning Halley. He flipped through it, reading. “Do you think Halley is a liar, Mr. Romney?”
“No.”
“Has she ever told you a lie?”
“I don’t believe so.”
“Has she told you about her conversation with this Anarchy. I assume that isn’t her real name.”
“It is,” the woman remarked, thumbing through another file.
“Halley hasn’t mentioned anything about a conversation with Anarchy to me.”
“Mr. Romney, the woman you claim could’ve been behind this told Halley she was pregnant with your child.”
“Say what? No way.”
The man got on his radio. “Can we get a team in Arizona to pick up this Anarchy woman?”
“Roger that,” came back through.
Fuck. Scar was gonna skin me alive. Anarchy, pregnant and Halley knowing about it. What the fuck was I going to do?