Pleasure overwhelmed me. I thought the storm was breaking when I felt his fingers on my ass again, spreading me open, just above his pistoning cock.
Two stiff fingers sank into my virgin hole. He held them there, stroking me, while his cock slammed deep in my wet pussy.
I came again, panting bloody murder, somewhere between a scream and a moan.
His name was the only thing on my speechless lips. I mouthed it like a mantra as both my holes tightened on him, and he erupted deep against my womb with a vicious roar.
“God. Fucking. Damn it!”
The pleasure ripped through us. So hot, so intense, so wild I swore we'd fused into one shaking, grunting being for the next few breathless minutes.
Austin, my love.
Asphalt, my life.
The one, the only, the love I'd always have written in blood, sweat, and tears.
When it was finally over, I felt his hot seed trickling down my leg, just as he drew his cock out of me.
“Jesus, Austin,” I said, focusing all my energy so I could roll into his waiting arms. “What the hell was that? Who knew sex could be so...so...”
“Explosive? Yeah, babe, it's a fucking grenade when you're with me. You think you've got it all figured out, that you know everything I can do, but you haven't seen shit.” Grinning, he rested his forehead on mine, calming my lips with his before he spoke again. “You don't have a fucking clue how I'm gonna make your body shake in all the years to come. Can't wait to show you, Elle Jo. Cannot fucking stand it.”
The boys were heading down to Portland soon. I overheard the whispers at the bar, sensing the tension coursing through the clubhouse like a dying autumn wind.
The Redding men who'd taken old ladies made their calls. I heard Brass, Rabid, Roman in their private moments, telling their women they were going to come home safe, the last rites an outlaw has before he puts his life on the line.
My heartstrings strummed each time. And every night Asphalt kept me at the hotel, holding me tight against his chest when we weren't fucking hot and hard.
“You're staying under lock and key, babe,” he told me. “We'll keep a couple prospects playing rear guard to make sure you're safe while we make our big run. Don't fuck with them. They're trying to do their job.”
I tried to keep what he said in mind. I'd grown up with daddy's prospects and brothers hanging around constantly, so having my own little security detail wasn't anything new.
Too bad familiarity breeds complacency.
The men were locked away all day in their meeting room, probably drawing up their final plans before they hit the Chinese hard. I had to get away from it, go somewhere to clear my head.
Carbon drove me out to the park where Asphalt and I formed our special connection. I was looking forward to a nice, long walk, trying not to fume that they'd completely ignored my offer to help them translate.
Okay, so maybe there wasn't a place for my services, and putting me back in the danger zone was too much. But I could've went with them, damn it, could've followed them down to Portland for moral support or more, if they needed to know what the Chinese were really saying when they spoke man to man.
Carbon wisely kept his distance. I walked the long trail up through the hills, looking back over my shoulder. Fresh smoke curled from the prospect's mouth into the cool Pacific air. I couldn't tell if the look of boredom on his face trumped the disappointment that he was being left behind to look after me while the others rode away to war.
Dark thoughts crept up on me for the past twenty-four hours, until I couldn't hold them in anymore. Losing daddy and Asphalt both was a real possibility, and it gripped my heart like a boa constrictor, threatening to squeeze the life out of me one anxious second at a time.
No. I couldn't think like that. I had to stay strong, for both the men in my life.
They deserved better than defeatism, and so did I.
The sun picked a perfect time to break through the dull gray sky. For just a second, I stood underneath the lone beam, warming myself. Tried to absorb some sign from the universe that everything was going to be all right.
If nothing else, it gave me the strength to get moving again. I told myself I'd hit the books later, maybe figure out what other languages I could learn for the club as a backup plan.
Yes, I was actually considering Asphalt's crazy career offer.
I rounded my way off the trail and looked for Carbon. Where the hell was he?
He wasn't by the tree anymore. I shrugged, thinking he'd gone off to the public bathrooms or something. Maybe he'd snuck inside the small service building for a nip of something from a canteen – all these biker boys had to fall back on when they got bored and couldn't get into any new mischief.
I headed for the building. Pushing open the men's room door, I poked my head in, taking a quick, cautious look inside before I called his name.