Thirty-Six
TINY
AUGUST
We stumble into Stone's small hotel room on 13th Street. The place we've been making love, and that place that he's been living in over the last few weeks.
I'll never understand it, but thanks to his new relationship with crazy ass Jake and The Chosen Riders, he's been able to earn money repairing and restoring many of their bikes. In fact, they've worked out a deal where he is on the club payroll and can use one of their safe house addresses to show his parole officer.
He said that he will never return to the shop, even though I told him how my father ended up giving Silas the money to settle Stone’s debt. It wasn't close to seven million dollars, but it was a substantial amount. Enough to send him on his way and leave us alone. But like Stone said, maybe it was never about the money. Maybe he just wanted to rattle my father's cage. If that’s the case, he certainly succeeded.
I laugh when I trip and fall over a pair of Stone's size thirteen work boots. He hikes up my skirt and lifts me up on the slick wooden desk in the room.
"Guess what I got," I say as he pretty much yanks off my top and rips open my bra.
"A good pussy."
"No...guess again."
"Spread your legs," he growls.
"The City of Philadelphia sent me a check for five thousand dollars."
"For what?"
He slides my butt forward and slides one of his beefy fingers inside of me.
"The partial strip search the police officers did when they arrested me was illegal. I was automatically included in a class action suit someone filed and that was the payout!"
"Nice."
He slides another finger inside of me, probably because he thinks I'm talking too much. That one does the trick. I shut up and start clawing at his shoulders.
"Did they search you like this, baby?"
"No," I groan in ecstasy.
He lifts me off the desk, turns me over, and hikes up my skirt even farther.
"Hold onto the desk."
"The lamp is in–"
He slides everything that was on the desk onto the floor. It all falls to the carpeted floor with a muted thud. Then he smacks one of my ass cheeks.
"Spread your legs wider."
He lines himself up at my entrance and begins to push his way inside. This position is still very new for me, so I'm tight and tense, but the feeling of him hitting me from the back is starting to feel like my new favorite position.
Once we fall into a rhythm, he fucks me fast and hard.
We both come quickly.
Panting from the intensity of our orgasms.
He pulls out of me and carries me to the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls me on top, so that I am straddling him.
"I love you," he says matter of factly.
