Chapter 7
seven
JUDE
Having Greer on the back of my bike is manna from heaven. I need her womanly softness to comfort me tonight. My muscles ache, my brain is overtaxed, and my soul is desperate for something more real than the inside of a casino.
The headlight illuminates the path ahead on the quiet country highway as the wind rushes past us. The sky is open, the moon bright. Here, my mind is free from anything but this moment. Her touch is timid at first, but grows more confident on my covered torso.
As expected, a fight broke out in the crowd tonight, this time between two men at a bachelor party.
We tried to break things up at first, but then they insulted the club.
Since we’re under orders not to let brawls get out of control and trash the place, we took them outside to finish our lesson on offending the hosts.
It’s easier to work the casino side, where guest membership is stricter.
Eventually, my brain clears, and it’s just me and Greer, and the sound of the road beneath the tires.
She needs a break soon, but I know a place.
I pull over at a business right off the highway.
The gates are open, and the metal office building has exterior lights that illuminate the parking lot all the way down to the canal.
A long row of fishing boats dances in the dark water as I give her a hand to climb down. She’s already stiff from her first ride. I’m a prick for keeping her out so long.
“I was about to ask you to stop,” she confesses.
Reaching into my saddle bags, I retrieve the bedroll and lay it on the ground so we can sit. “Grabbed this in case you go low.”
Pulling her purse from her shoulders, she plops down and rummages through it until she finds a plastic bag of gummy worms. Grabbing the water bottles I tucked away, I sit in front of her and watch as she tears open the packet and offers me a piece of the neon colored candy.
I shake my head no, hoping she eats it. “Are you feeling bad?”
“A little shaky. I’ll be okay once the sugar hits.” She holds up a gummy worm, then bites the end, chewing slowly.
I brush the hair out of her face that escaped a ponytail, our eyes locking. She senses it too, that overpowering click. She swallows before looking away, trying to raise her shields from the spell weaving between us. Not happening. I might be going down, but she’s coming with me.
I cup her chin and bring her attention back to me. “Stop trying to hide from what’s between us.”
“We just met.”
“And all I could think about was finishing for the day so I could see you.”
“Have you been at work since you followed me home?” she asks in a voice that hints at an attempt at polite distance.
“Long ass day, but it’s better now because I get to see this face.”
She lets out a little half-laugh, “I don’t even know what you do for a living.”
I tell her about working for the Dogs as a civilian after I got out of the Army, becoming a prospect, and how I’m becoming Folgers’ right hand.
As her blood sugar slowly rises, she asks a lot of basic questions about our patches and when the voting on my bottom rocker will happen.
I tell her what I can, breezing over what I can’t or shouldn’t tell her.
“What duty stations have you been to?” I ask, hoping to move the conversation away from the club.
“Gosh, so many. We went to Germany, but I was too young to remember much about it. I moved here from Georgia. Before that, we were in Colorado. That’s where I got Hank.” She rolls up the bag of candy, tucking it into her bag.
“I left Georgia about eighteen months ago. I bet we were there at the same time.”
“I wonder if we ever met.”
I answer with a laugh. “I can say we absolutely didn’t.”
“How can you be sure? Were you stuck in training the whole time or something?”
“I know, Greer, because if we’d met, I wouldn’t just remember you, I would have you.”
As I give her a moment to process my meaning, the current between us draws closer, thicker, her breath hitches, and a glance at her pump tells me that her shaky hand isn’t low blood sugar.
Leaning forward, I graze my lips against hers.
She tastes like gummy candy, a light tartness that only makes her sweeter once it fades.
She starts to kiss me back, pale arms wrapping around my neck.
Her lips open for me with a desperate plea so gentle it’s almost lost to the wind.
I circle her waist with my palm and begin stoking her body to life.
The tangle of our lips and tongue is long, deep, slow, teasing.
Her hands travel down my spine making a new warmth crawl into my chest.
This is how I want to live the rest of my life.
It’s tattooed on my heart, the inevitable ending.
Greer is going to be the last thing I see on this earth, her hand the only one I hold.
Her lips will shape our last name, pale shoulders covered in my property patch.
I thought I was certain before, but now I’m even more determined to see the “ever after” with her.
I know there’ll be ups and downs, fights and highest of highs, but I don’t want them if they’re not with her.
I break my lips away from hers and start licking, kissing her neck, and let my hands go under the fabric of her tank. Her breathing quickens in tempo with my own. “Fuck,” I groan.
“We can’t do this outside…”
“I know the owners. Nobody’s showing up here for a while.
” I drag her into my lap, wanting her as close as possible.
The soft swell of her breast brushes against my chest, making my already painful erection throb.
I wrap my hand in her ponytail, bringing her mouth back to me until she starts squirming in my lap, eager for relief.
I’m so close to coming in my pants like a pubescent boy.
I want to unbutton my fly and impale her on my cock, but she’s going to ask about the wrecked flesh on my torso.
I’m not letting those demons in now, when my life is so perfect.
Tonight I want to woo her, show her the good side of us.
My scars tend to bring a hard crash back to reality, and I want Greer floating in nirvana, building an addiction to us.
I lay Greer down so she’s flat against the well padded sleeping roll, and she looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?”
I lay next to her, spooning our bodies together with one arm supporting her neck. My fingers slide back under the hem of her tank and bra until I’m cupping the heaviness of her breasts. I give them a light squeeze, then flick a nipple with my thumb. “Giving Baby Doll what she needs.”
“Wait, I’m not on the pill. It makes my blood sugars all wonky.”
Talk about dangling a steak in front of a starving man.
Knocking Greer up sounds like the best idea ever.
The idea of wearing a rubber with my old lady is too ludicrous to consider anyway.
If she’s not on contraception, I’ll pull out when the time comes.
If a baby is in the cards, then I’ll be all the happier for it.
To be honest, the devil on my shoulder wants nothing more than to drag her back to her place and keep her in bed until she’s carrying our baby.
“I’m not going to fuck you here.”
I graze my lips down her neck until she’s squirming desperately underneath me, panting. Her chest stills as I drag down the zipper on her jeans. The muscles in her abdomen tighten as I run my hands along her soft skin until I reach the hem of her panties. “Are you wet for me?”
She groans and pleads, so I slide my hand further. It’s a tight fit, but I’ll make it work. Dipping my fingers into her core, I gather the wetness, then make slow, lazy movements on the bundle of nerves. “Pure heaven,” I whisper into her ear. “Such a tight, silky pussy.”
Her legs start to shake, but I don’t speed up, wanting to build the orgasm inside of her.
I lift her leg up and over mine so I can use my thumb, putting pressure in just the right spot.
She begs for more, grinding her clit into my hand, her ass on my dick.
I squeeze the breast in my left hand and flick the nipple, while whispering in her ear, “I’ve been dreaming of hearing you come. Give it to me, Baby Doll. I need it.”
Her body stiffens, and my name falls broken from her lips. It takes everything inside of me not to flip her onto her stomach and bury myself inside her then and there.
Instead, I pull my hand out from her warmth, bringing her sweetness to my lips. She turns into me, her chest against mine, while her breathing evens out. She feels safe with me, even here in a public place in the dark. “Well, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to sleep now,” she laughs.
I press my lips to the top of her head. “Five more minutes and I’ll bring you home.”
Long minutes slip by with Greer in my arms for the first time, the orgasm haze making her cuddly. A familiar truck will be arriving soon, so I break our embrace, put up the blanket, and help Baby Doll back onto the bike.
Our ride home is shorter if we take a direct route. She leans into me, snuggling.
It’s still dark out when I drop her off at the woods by her family’s house. She looks wind blown but content when she climbs off my motorcycle. I give her a long, lingering kiss that tells her this is the beginning.
“I’m not sure of my work schedule, but I’ll text, okay?
” I hate not being able to say when and where I’ll see her again.
Things are so in flux right now, there’s no telling.
I’m not ready for tonight to be over. I want to throw her back onto my bike and find a secret hiding spot for just the two of us.
I hold her tight for a minute before letting her go, watching as she slips past the woods and through the front door.
As soon as she’s out of sight, I pull out my phone and click on a long unused app.
Clicking through the saved footage, I cut the file from when we first appear until the last glimpse of my bike disappears from view.
Nobody will notice…they only mess with the cameras if something goes missing.
I screen the leftover clips again, making sure I caught all evidence of our visit.
I’m still working to delete everything when the live feed shows a nineteen nineties Dodge Ram pickup driving through the gate.
It’s white, the radio still sporting a cassette player.
The passenger seat is ripped from where my pocket knife got snagged when I was eight.
I’m not sure why I keep watching the footage or why I brought Greer to the dock.
Nostalgia, maybe, since I’m not likely to ever visit with her under different circumstances.
I wish I could conjure up some good feelings about the boats, the dock, or even the building where I played as a child while Mom worked.
All I can remember is drunk tourists blaming the captain for their poor catches and the stink of redfish straight out of the bayou.
The prospect house is quiet when I walk in, checking for T-Boy. His Harley isn’t parked in the long line of the others. He must be sleeping elsewhere.
In the privacy of my bedroom, I free my abused cock from my pants, stroking it for relief with angry jerks of my fist. I taste the sweetness of Greer’s pussy on my lips and recall the press of her weight behind me, her scent.
I imagine Greer on her knees as I feed my dick into her mouth.
Her eyes water when I hit the back of her throat.
I remember the feel of her silky hair on my fingers, the way her greedy little pussy tightened around my fingers.
As I play back the little gasps she makes as she orgasms, cum hits my belly, hot and sticky.
There’s little satisfaction, just enough release of tension not to turn into a crazed man. I slip my headphones onto my ears to help silence the early morning noises, and sleep at last finds me.
I dream of fiery red hair in my hands and the warmth of a body against mine.