Chapter 3
Kimmie
I don’t get a chance to have a good look around when I first walk in. Instead I follow Ringo down a short hallway, helping a sleepy Remmy walk as straight as he can to a bedroom on the left.
After showing us to the room, he walks back out without a word as I tuck my son under the covers. He’s completely asleep before I ever pull the covers over his boyish frame.
Walking back out, I shut the door behind me and make my way back to the front room, looking around as I do. It’s a beautiful cabin with all natural wood from floor to ceiling.
It’s an open floor plan with the kitchen being on one side of the room while the living room is on the other.
One whole wall of the room looks out over the landscape which I’m sure is amazing during the light of day.
Hearing a noise, I turn to see Ringo coming through the front door carrying our bags and I rush over to his side.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was standing around gawking instead of helping you get our stuff.”
“It’s alright. Look around.” He shrugs. “I’ll put your stuff in the master bedroom. It’s...on the right.” He looks down at the floor as he continues walking in that direction.
“In your room?” I ask, right behind him.
“I won’t be here. You’ll have your own...bathroom too.”
Looking at his back as he walks into the room, cutting the light on as he goes, I start to notice his small pauses while he’s talking and I wonder if it is just the way he speaks or if he does it purposely. I’d never have the guts to ask though.
“The bathroom is right through there.” He nods at another door in the room and I look over at it.
The thought of having an amazing bath sounds more lovely than anything in the world right now.
While we’ve been able to have showers on the road at truck stops, it’s not the same as being able to lay back in a full tub of water and just letting my muscles relax.
“A bath would be great. I’m sure I still smell like the food we cook at Bella’s Brew.” I laugh nervously.
“Go...ahead. I’m...going...to check...some stuff. Before I leave.” He says the last bit in a rush just as his body leaves out through the door, shutting it behind him.
He acts a little strange, talks a little strange but I don’t get the impression that he’s the type I should be afraid of knocking the door down to get to me while I’m taking a bath.
Going through my bags, I find some comfortable clothes and head into the bathroom. I really hope not all the shampoo and stuff is mostly for men.
While I’ll still use it, I prefer something that isn’t overpowering in the way it smells, which is how most products for men are.
Finding pretty normal type products in the bathroom, complete with some bath bubbles, I do a little happy dance as I turn on the water as hot as I can stand it.
Ringo
I breathe a sigh of relief once I get out into the hallway. I’ve never been so affected by a woman before but something about her standing in my bedroom, a place no woman has ever been before on top of knowing she will be naked in my shower, was getting to me.
I’m in the kitchen taking inventory of what is in my fridge and cabinets ten minutes later when I hear a small scream.
Taking off at a run, I go straight through my bedroom and shove the bathroom door open, ready to attack only to be met with a very naked and very wet Kimmie standing in the middle of the bathtub.
Noticing me there, she immediately tries to cover herself with her hands unsuccessfully so I turn my back to her once I get my feet that feel like cement to turn me around.
“What are you doing?” She demands breathlessly.
“I heard you scream. Thought something was wrong.” I answer quicker than I thought I could.
“I’m sorry. It was a spider.” She finally answers and I hear her moving around behind me.
“You can turn around now. I’m covered.” She says softly.
I debate whether I should turn or not but I’m not sure if it would offend her if I don’t, so I turn slowly back to face her. Once again I am struck by the vision she presents wrapped in one of my special extra large towels.
“Are you okay?” I ask, needing to fill the silence that I usually crave.
“Yeah. I think I must have dozed off and I woke up when I felt it on my arm. It startled me. Sorry for the scream.”
“As long as you’re alright.” I shrug one shoulder.
“I’m fine. Promise.” She says, biting one side of her bottom lip and a shot of something so primal runs through my entire being, straight to my cock.
“I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’ll come back in the morning.”
“You’re not staying?” She raises her brows.
“Like I said, I stay at the clubhouse a lot.” I answer, turning to the door.
“Good night, Ringo and thank you.” She says just as I’m almost to the hall.
Turning to look at her over my shoulder I give her what I hope is a polite smile. “You’re welcome.”
Once I’m through the front door, I lock it on my way out, pushing myself to leave behind a woman that has managed to do something no other has ever done. Make my entire being hard as a fucking rock with only a look.
I’m no saint. There’s been plenty of woman to fuck over the years. All of them wanting the exact same thing as I did. A fast fuck and release. No strings attached and all of them worked for it.
Kimmie is different. She had me ready and wasn’t even asking for it. Neither of us even knows each other.
As I head back to the club, I decide to ask Snake about the background on Kimmie that I know he has done. Everyone gets one that even remotely comes around the club or our women.
I can tell just from what little I do know of her that she’s running from something. I’m determined to find out what that is.
Kimmie
As soon as Ringo leaves, I go back to my bath to finish up.
Putting on my clothes, I walk around the house barefoot, admiring some of the old furniture that I can tell are true antiques.
“The man has taste.” I whisper to myself, moving slowly through the house.
There’s no pictures on the walls though, at least not any with people in them. There’s just a few small paintings hung up here and there.
Without them, the house would look empty even with the furniture in it.
Going back to the bedroom, I pick up the remote to the TV and turn it on as I climb up on the massive bed.
He has a lot of movies that are downloaded so I pick one I’ve never seen before. Scooting further down into the bed, I pull the covers up to my chin.
Ten minutes into the movie and I’m bored out of my mind. I should already be asleep but my body is still too wired up after the night I just had.
I’ve never had anyone be so nice to me before. Here in this little town, I’ve found several nice people who want nothing more than to help.
It’s a little unnerving. If they truly knew who I really was, the things that I have done, would they still want to help me?
I might not have chosen the life I was forced into but surely I could have gotten away quicker than I did, right?
I’ve asked myself that more than a billion times over the past thirteen years but I also know that if I had left sooner, I wouldn’t have Remington.
Life without him wouldn’t be worth saving. When I was pregnant with him, I wondered how I’d feel once he was born.
The second that I laid eyes on his sweet face, I knew I’d do anything to protect him.
Reaching down to grab my purse, I dig down in it until I find the smaller purse inside. I rarely ever open it as I don’t want to be reminded that often of things I can’t have.
Pulling out the few pictures and the papers, I look at the photos of me as a child sitting on the lap of a man that I don’t even remember.
I’m certainly glad that I don’t remember him because what kind of sick fuck would sell his own daughter?
The next picture of me, I’m a little older. A young teen and by the time this picture was made, I’d already lost my innocence.
You can tell from the look on my face that I’m drugged up. They loved to shoot me up with shit. It made me less likely to scream.
The last picture was taken right before I got pregnant at seventeen. My face is clear of drugs but there’s a sadness in my eyes that breaks me even now.
I had been sold to a man that had become one of my regulars when I was fifteen.
When he first took me in, he was nice to me. He actually left me alone the first month while I went through detox in my solitary bedroom that I was never allowed to leave.
There were bars on the windows and men were always standing guard outside my locked bedroom door.
I knew they were there because I could hear them talking. That came in handy later right before I left.
I’ll never forget the first night he came into my room. That’s the night he branded me on the inside of my thigh.
Even now, I can feel the raised flesh there as a reminder of the hell I went through.
Shoving everything back into my bag, I fling it down to the carpet below and lay back down on the soft pillow that I imagine smells like Ringo.
Now there’s a man that is more than easy on the eyes. He doesn’t seem the type though that would want damaged goods.
Moving my hand to the mark on my thigh, I rub it softly, wishing it weren’t there.
Instead of thinking of it being gone, my mind conjures up Ringo’s face. What would he do if he saw this mark? Would he look up at me with those sexy eyes of his and kiss it softly?
Rubbing my hand over my thigh once again, a different feeling zips through my limbs. My nipples peak as I sigh into the room.
It took me years to find out that sex could feel good for me as well. Of course, I’ve never been with a man to prove it though. Just my own hand which I currently imagine is Ringo as he licks up to the apex of my sex.
“Oh, yeah.” I moan, biting my lip.
My fingers slide up through my center, coating them with my slickness. My other hand reaches for my nipple and I give it a gentle but firm pinch.
I imagine Ringo, between my legs, licking my clit and reaching up for my nipples at the same time. I’m working myself up to the edge faster than I ever have before.
Just as my make believe Ringo’s tongue dives deep inside of me, his fingers pinch my nipples really hard and I cum like I’ve never cum before.
“Oh, shit.” I breathe out into the quiet room. The credits from the movie rolling on the TV.
Surely it wouldn’t be that good with the real thing. Could it?
Getting up, I go to the bathroom to clean myself up before crawling back into the bed. Pulling the covers back up to my chin, I close my eyes and fall asleep quickly.
Ringo
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I scan the yard looking for Snake’s bike to be sure that he’s still here.
While he’s found a really great woman that will put up with his shit, apparently one that knew him before the club, he can still be found working in his computer room here at the club.
The man keeps some crazy ass hours so that he can be present during the day for his twin girls he only recently found out were his.
While those two girls took after their mother in looks, every fiber of them are Snake times ten. They get into so much mischief that they are currently suspended from school.
Walking through the front door, I notice that all the other guys with families at home have now left for the night. The only ones still there being rowdy are the few of us left that haven’t found anyone we would want to keep around forever.
I’m not against the whole love thing, I’ve just never found the one that could get me to think past a fast fuck in a back room somewhere.
Speaking of...I look over at a couple of the girls that still hang around the club. A couple of them have been with the club a really long time and are considered as a part of us.
Sally, the one they all answer to, sees me looking in their direction and gives me a nod of her head.
She knows what I am asking and will make sure one of them is in my room waiting for me to relieve some of this built up pressure I’ve been feeling since seeing Kimmie in all her glory in the middle of my bathtub.
Closing my eyes for only a moment, I can still see every part of her including those cute little toes she had painted a soft pink.
My body once again goes hard all over so I quickly head over to Snake’s door, knocking loudly.
He answers almost immediately and I walk in to see him typing furiously on the computer in front of him.
His hair looks as though he’s run both hands through it in frustration and he has pencils stuck behind both ears.
“What’s up?” He asks, looking over at me for only a moment, his hands never slowing down on the keyboard.
“Bella’s new employee.”
When I don’t continue, Snake’s hands stop and he turns to me with raised brows. “What about her?” He asks.
“Did...you do a background?” I ask.
“Not yet.” He answers, swiveling back around to his computer.
“Why?” I demand and he once again turns back to me with a serious look.
“What do you mean why? She just walked into the diner earlier today and Bella hired her on the fucking spot. We don’t even have her social security number yet.”
His answer shocks me but only for a moment because we all know how the married women of the club are. They do what ever they fucking want and ask for forgiveness after.
“Bet that went over well.”
“Yeah, no shit. You should have heard Blade going off in here earlier tonight. He apparently didn’t even know until he picked Bella up from work and she introduced them to each other.” He chuckles.
“Why didn’t Bella just get her social security number before they left for the night?” I ask.
“Bella said her new employee told her she’d bring it tomorrow. That she didn’t have it with her today.”
My brows draw together as I replay the last several hours.
“Something else on your mind?” He asks and I realize he’s noticed my stillness.
“Kimmie and her kid have been living in that car of hers. So if it wasn’t on her, it would have been in her car. She could have easily gotten it.”
“What are you getting at?” His eyes narrow with thoughts of his own.
“If she uses her social security number, she can be traced. I’m thinking that she may be running from something.”
“Or someone.” We both shake our heads at the same time. “Hmm.” He turns back to his computer and starts typing until surveillance from Bella’s Brew pops up on the monitor. He rewinds until he finds a clear picture of Kimmie and zooms in.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“We might not have her social security number, but I can run her face through that top secret database that we aren’t supposed to know about and see if I get a hit.”
“Won’t the Feds come knocking on our door?” I ask.
“Nope. Buzz down in New Orleans gave me his sign-in information so that I could use it. It gets updated monthly but the one I have should be good for a few more days. If not, I’ll shoot him a text.”
“Can you let me know as soon as you find out anything?”
“Yeah, man. I’ll let you know. I’ll have to tell the Prez about it as well. Especially if she’s bringing trouble that could affect the club.”
“I understand. She’s staying in my house though so I’d like to know if she might clean me out and be gone before I can blink.” I comment in all seriousness but he still laughs.
“Why are you laughing?” I demand.
“Because we both know you are not the least bit afraid of her stealing all your shit. If you were, she wouldn’t be in your house right now. Most likely in your bed too.”
“What the fuck ever. I’m calling it a night.” I turn to the door, opening it.
Snake is back to work on his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard before I close the door again.
Hopefully he can find out more about her sooner rather than later. Something about her is drawing me in and I need to know what she’s so afraid of.
Walking into my room, I see one of the hang-arounds, Tina, laying across the bed wearing nothing but a black lacy thong.
“Sally said I might make you feel a little better tonight.” She whispers as I close the door behind me.
“On your...stomach.” I say slowly, towing my boots off as I walk further into the room.
She stands next to the bed and lays over it but looks back at me as I begin to undress.
“Face down...all the way.” I say quickly and she does as I ask.
From behind, with his dark hair I can almost imagine that it’s Kimmie stretched out waiting for me. The thought has my cock springing forward as I remove the rest of my clothes.
Grabbing my cock, I give him a hard squeeze. He’s so fucking hard right now, harder than I’ve ever thought possible.
Opening my bedside drawer, I grab a condom and put it on before turning back to the woman on the bed. She’s not moved from her position other than her ass pushing out into the air.
Reaching out, I softly touch her back so that she knows that I am there. Instead of jumping from the touch, her ass pushes up even further.
I run my hands up both sides of her from her hips up to her shoulders and circle around under her to her breasts.
They fill both of my hands and I give them a firm squeeze as I step fully behind her. My cock slips between her thighs and I rub it along her hot wetness, coating my entire length.
“Ready for me are you?” I ask but she doesn’t say anything so I give her a hard smack on one butt cheek leaving behind a pink hand print.
She immediately moans, spreading her legs for me just as I knew she would.
Closing my eyes as I rock my cock back and forth, I conjure up the image of Kimmie soaking wet.
She’s grinning at me as she turns, putting her hands up on the shower wall and spreading her legs for me. My cock jumps and I know this fuck isn’t going to last long.
Pulling back to line up with her slit, I push fully into her all the way to the hilt. My girth is not small but I know she can take it all.
I stay seated inside of her, not moving as I wait for her to adjust to me. It doesn’t take long until she’s pushing herself further onto my cock, trying to get even more.
Pulling out almost completely, I slam back in quickly and we both groan out. She feels so good on my cock. My mind has Kimmie begging for me to go faster so I do it just as hard each and every time.
I’m hitting her spot just right deep inside as I feel her passage start to throb around me.
Speeding up even more, I push her over the edge right before I explode into the condom.
I collapse over her back but make sure my arms take most of my weight so that I don’t smother the woman under me.
“Damn, Ringo. You’ve been holding back.” Her voice reminds me who I’m here with.
Reaching down, I grab my cock and the condom at the same time, pulling out of her.
As soon as my cock is free, I take off the condom and take it over to the toilet. I pour the contents out, flushing it immediately, and throw the condom in my trash.
I know it’s a lot of precaution but you can never be too careful that someone might try to entrap you by purposely getting pregnant with your kid.
I don’t want to be attached to a woman for the rest of my life that would make me miserable just because we had a child together.
No one would win in that kind of situation, especially the kid. Anyone who thinks it’s better for the child if the parents stay together even if they hate each other are blind to the world around them.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Tina is fully dressed. She looks over at me with a small smile.
“Thanks for the good time, Big Guy.” She says, walking out of the room.
Tina’s been with the club only a short time. She was a street walker for a couple of years down in New Orleans until she was taken by a trafficking ring that the Nighthowler’s MC as well as a few of our guys saved her from.
While all of the girls were offered a new way of life, a new fresh start, Tina didn’t want it. She asked our Prez if she could come out here with us instead.
She of course had to go through Mina, our Prez’s wife first. After a long conversation between the two of them, Tina came out here.
No one even remotely tried to have sex with her in the beginning. We all knew what she had been through and would never do anything that would hurt a woman. Then one night she got fed up with all the single men avoiding her.
She stripped down completely naked in the front room, climbed up on a table and said if she didn’t get some fucking cock soon, her slit was going to get cobwebs.
The woman loves sex and while she did go through something horrendous, to her it was no different than what she was already doing. Giving pussy to any man that wanted it from her.
Cutting off all my lights, I crawl between my sheets completely naked. Clothes make me feel restrained while sleeping so I prefer to be in my birthday suit.
I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. I need to look at Kimmie’s car first thing though. With that in mind, I fall asleep almost as soon as I close my eyes.