Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(118)

"Don't worry, I'm not through with you," he whispered, leaning in close.  His hands came to my waist once more and suddenly I felt myself turned  over, like a doll, onto my stomach. My feet were splayed apart on the  ground, my thighs still trembling. He pulled my dress up around my hips  once more, his hands coming to rest on my plump ass.         

     



 

I moaned as his cock entered me again; he pressed against me hard enough  to force my body forward onto the hood. With two hands on my waist,  holding me in place, he began to fuck me recklessly, wantonly, pistoning  into my pussy like a stallion. I squirmed as his cock moved inside me,  so quickly I thought it must look like a blur.

My pussy was still recovering from the climax, but I felt it springing  back to life as Boon's cock drove me into a frenzy, his quick, rapid  thrusts exciting me in a whole new way. I leaned my head against the  hood but felt a tug on my ponytail; I could have gotten whiplash from  the way he pulled my head back. His hand stayed on my ponytail, my back  arching, my legs shaking as he relentlessly drove his dick into me.

"Jesus Christ, Samantha," I heard him grunt, then I cried out as he  slammed into me viciously, his cock spilling burst after burst of hot  cum into my still-throbbing cunt. I felt the cum massaging the walls of  my pussy as it sucked it inwards, my body seemingly hungry for his warm  seed. Finally, I felt his cock shudder once more.

Boon released my ponytail and leaned in, kissing the back of my neck,  making me shiver. He pulled out slowly, letting his cock massage my  pussy one more time before collapsing, spent, next to me on the hood of  the car. We both giggled as we clumsily rolled onto our backs and  scooched further up onto the hood.

The stars were everywhere. It seemed like there were always stars when I  was with Boon. Maybe he makes them, I thought dreamily, dazedly,  feeling as high as I had the night I'd first met him. His hand reached  out, looking for mine, and I took it, feeling the warmth of his palm  against mine. I wanted this. And now I could have it. No complications,  no roadblocks. Just an open night sky and a boy and a girl and a car and  all the world before us.





Epilogue





"Oh my God, Alicia, no, you can't fucking just skip class to drink  mimosas," I said over the phone, a smile on my face. It was no use. She  was going to do it anyway. And, really, she could.

Alicia had managed to surprise everyone  –  except, possibly, Becky and I  –   by being really, really, really good at college. She had never been  studious in high school, but in the three years since then she'd shown  herself to be the smartest girl in the room time after time. After an  unsuccessful semester at the Missoula University of Technology, she'd  transferred to the University of Montana and proceeded to blow Becky and  I out of the water, grade-wise.

"Don't tell me what to do, you bitch! I'm coming, and don't try to talk  it out of me. Mimosas with my girls beats Russian Lit any day, baby,"  she said on the other end of the phone. I turned to Becky, rolling my  eyes.

We were sitting on the balcony of our apartment; we'd rented one  together after freshman year. The three of us lived together in relative  peace: some people said living with a best friend was a sure way to  lose a best friend, but it had really only made us closer. Just then, I  was talking to Alicia after her first class of the day. Becky and I both  had the day off and were going to brunch. And now, it seemed, Alicia  would be coming, too.

"Alright, alright, I know better than to try and get you to be responsible. Come to Bertrand's at 1," I said before hanging up.

"She's skipping again?" Becky asked with a chuckle.

"I guess so. She'll still get an A, I bet," I said. Becky and I hadn't  done so poorly for ourselves at college, either. I was in my last year,  graduating early. The benefit of knowing exactly what I wanted to do the  moment I started classes was that I didn't waste any time taking random  classes, like Becky had. I was going to graduate in May with a degree  in archeology. Becky was probably going to graduate never with a degree  in nothing.

That's an exaggeration; but, much like Alicia had surprised everyone by  being a college star, Becky had surprised everyone by revealing her  flighty side. At that time, she was majoring in biology, but before that  she'd majored in computer science, sociology, philosophy, and math.  She'd done well in all of it, but she just couldn't seem to find what  she really wanted to do. It was okay, though; we were 21, and had all  the time in the world.

There was a thumping from inside, then the sound of footsteps. Looking  back, I smiled as Boon ambled out onto the balcony. I reached out,  stroking his bare chest, still unable to get over what a perfect  specimen of manliness he was.

"Hey, sailor, sleep okay?"

He yawned and grinned down at me.

"Perfect," he said. "How could I not, after last night?"

"Ugh, please, let's not, guys. I had to listen to you last night, I  don't want to hear a play-by-play the morning after," Becky said,  feigning disgust. We all laughed. It was a subject of some contention in  the apartment: whenever Boon stayed over, no one seemed to get much  sleep. I preferred staying at his place, where he didn't have any  roommates and thicker walls, for just that reason.         

     



 

"Come to brunch, baby?" I asked, looking back up at Boon. He shook his head.

"I got that thing down in Hamilton, remember?"

"Oh, the little girl with the uncle? God, it makes me sick. I don't know how you deal with that all the time … "

"It's better than what I used to deal with," Boon said. "And this time at least I'm the good guy."

"You sure are," I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him down for a kiss.

"Dinner, though?" Boon asked, breaking away. I nodded. "I'm gonna shower and jet, okay?"

"Good luck today," I called after him as he disappeared into the apartment.

"What's in Hamilton?" Becky asked.

"This little girl was living with her shithead uncle and he was beating  her. She's in court today so the club is going to sit in the audience or  whatever for her," I said.

Yeah, Boon is still in a club. A new one, one he founded, actually. But  it's a very different sort of club. The Bleeding Deacons are getting  pretty famous around the West these days, and inspiring copycat groups.

See, Boon figured that the one thing that bikers are pretty universally  known for (being big and scary) didn't need to be such a bad thing. He'd  been working at a garage, fixing bikes, and a customer told him about a  nephew who'd been abused by his father, and how scared the kid was.  That's where Boon got the idea.

Now, the Bleeding Deacons visit children who are dealing with abuse  cases and protect them. There's always a Bleeding Deacon parked outside  whatever kid's house, making sure the abuser doesn't come back. They  give the kids little leather jackets and go to their court cases to show  their support. They escort them around, if the guardians are okay with  it. The kids are usually scared at first, but once they realize the big,  scary men are there to protect them … well, you just have to see the way  they smile.

Dad would tip Boon off to child abuse cases open in the area and the  Bleeding Deacons would pay them a visit, and then the rest is history.  Boon's apartment was absolutely littered with hand-drawn thank you  notes, doodles and scribbles, and stuffed animals gifted to him by the  kids he protected. It all just made me that more convinced that Boon  would make a great father … when we were ready.

Which I wasn't. After the craziness that had been the summer after high  school, I'd managed to get my life pretty much back under control. But  the one thing I'd learned was that I didn't need to be in a rush. For  anything. I could have a kid when I felt ready. Boon and I could get  married when I felt ready. Just like Becky could graduate when she felt  like it. And Alicia could … well, Alicia always knew that she could do  whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to. She didn't need to have a  whirlwind romance and a near death experience to learn that.

It was my last year of college, and I was 21. I still loved riding with  the top down, I still loved Aunt Annie's pretzels, and I still loved my  grandma. I still had four Miss. Teen Missoula ribbons in a box somewhere  in storage. I still had my Honda Civic, and my two best friends. And  now I had Boon. I had everything. I had all the time and all the love in  the world.