Prodigal Son(58)

“How do you want me?” she asked, looking like a fucking wet dream.

“I’m gonna tear those panties off your ass, and I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”

I reached down and ripped the strings at her hips and pulled the scrap of fabric from between her legs. I wondered what she’d do if I just took what I wanted, regardless of whether she was ready. I decided to find out. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. She turned her hips as well and spread her knees apart so that I could see her wet, waiting snatch. I shoved her shoulders to the bed, fumbled on the nightstand for a condom, put it on, and I drove my cock hard and deep inside her without another word.

I lost myself in the pleasure of being buried deep inside a woman’s body. There were no complications, no jealous boyfriends, nothing but a girl who wanted to have sex with me. As I fucked Rose hard and fast, I thought about how amazing it was and how powerful I felt with women at every turn who wanted to sleep with me. I fucking loved being on the road. The two stops we’d made so far had been amply supplied with willing women lined up to pair up — or even threesome up — with any of the Savage Sons. I’d been a little unsure the first night, but apparently the tequila had lowered my inhibitions and given me the courage to reach out and pluck myself a Rose.

I finished, driving hard inside her as I blew my load, and I pulled out and walked to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

“You good?” I asked, pulling on the jeans that I found on the floor.

“Uh, yeah,” she answered, looking around the room for her clothes. “I mean, I could go again, if you wanna. I could fuck that huge cock all day long.”

I realized that I wanted her gone. I didn’t really owe her anything — at least, I was assuming that she wasn’t a hooker. I felt a little dirty for having banged some chick I didn’t even know, and I wasn’t gonna let my conscience get too out of control, but I was finished with Rose.

“Nah. Gotta hit the road early.” I handed her the shirt that had been tossed onto the chair near the bathroom, and she put it on. “I’ll look for you the next time we’re in town.”

I was surprised that Rose didn’t seem the least bit upset about my dismissal of her. She got dressed like it was no big deal, and she headed for the door.

“Hey, Luke. Thanks. That was fun.”

“Yeah, Rose. You take care.”

She walked out the door and I sat down on the bed, stunned at how easy it had been to get rid of her. Apparently I could just pick a girl up, fuck her, and send her on her merry way. No one seemed to care — not even Rose, herself. As I fumbled with the coffee maker in the room, a vision of Krystal popped into my head — the same vision that haunted my dreams lately — her naked on my bed, with champagne pooled in the small of her back.

“Goddamn, why could things not have been as simple with Krystal?” I said as I put the styrofoam cup beneath the brewer.

I knew the answer, though. Krystal was wrapped up with one of my brothers, and, maybe more importantly, I actually liked Krystal. There was something in her — some spark, some hint — that she was not just some club whore, a woman you could fuck and walk away from. I was clear evidence of that. As much as I was enjoying the ride — the wind, the road, the sun — I couldn’t help but think about how much fun it would be to be riding with Krystal. To have her to talk to when we stopped for a beer and a meal. She was smart, and I really liked her.

“Too fuckin’ bad for me,” I said as I poured some powdered creamer into the coffee cup. “She’s off limits,” I told myself. I said the words, but I couldn’t make myself believe them.

My headache had abated a bit, so I took my coffee cup, found my sunglasses, and headed outside in hopes of clearing my head. When I stepped outside my room, I saw Joker sitting on a wooden picnic table across the parking lot, and I walked over to join him. As I approached he put out one cigarette and lit another.

“Mornin’, son,” he called as I approached.

Even though I was discovering that I really liked Joker as I got to know him, I didn’t think I’d ever call him “dad,” but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Mornin’,” I replied as I sat down at the other end of the table.

“How’s the head?” he asked. “I saw your girl leavin’ and she said you were a little hungover.”

“She was right,” I said as I took my first sip of the far-too-weak coffee. “But a little coffee and some breakfast, and I’ll be ready to ride.”

“So how you liking the road so far?”