Aila O’Hara brought out the sexual animal in me.
I was restless back then, still getting used to constant access to fluids to satisfy my appetite.But it was never enough for me.Sucking a bottle is not the same as licking out a salty snatch.I love everything about a woman’s pussy.I can safely say that there has never been a female’s flower that I didn’t adore.
First up, they taste amazing.There’s a carnal tang with every tongue lap.Those fleshy folds make me want to bury my face deep between her soft thighs and go to town on that pool of moisture.
Shaved, not shaved, waxed smoother than a bowl of cream; I love them all.Pussy makes a woman more mysterious, like a delightful surprise, because you never know what kind of pretty little cunt she’s hiding down there.
The memory of my midnight visit to Aila’s cramped motel bedroom a few years ago makes the tip of my tongue dart out.It’s an involuntary reaction, one I cannot control.
But that’s what I wanted to do.Lick her pussy until she grinds herself over my face and comes hard.
When it comes to sex, our rules of engagement are clear.We must have an invitation before we can come inside.I guess it’s Mother Nature’s little way of saying she doesn’t approve of pushy assholes.
Delightful nightmares are the only way we can get our satisfaction until a definite conscious invitation has been extended; a clear-headed, warm-hearted welcome into a woman’s bed.Nothing else is acceptable.
I told myself that I was only there to make sure no one else bothered her.As touched as I was that she ran outside to look for me after I left her to do her job in peace, it ended up putting her into a terrifyingly vulnerable situation.
That drunk skunk with the hubcap-size belt buckle laid hands on Aila, even after she made it clear from the get-go that he was unwelcome.From that moment on, he was roadkill in my eyes.
I’m a laid-back guy for the most part; at least I like to think so.I mean, I’ve learnt to watch and wait when it comes to confrontations.If I were not like that, the Midnight Riders MC would be wiped out by now from all the in-fighting.We’re warriors in our hearts, but there’s no one else around for us to battle.That fact alone is enough to give me an iron will when it comes to losing my temper.
Except when it comes to women.It’s a red rag to a bull when I see a scumbag hurting a woman.
The man with the belt buckle was so out of it on high tone whiskey when I slammed him like a tornado, he went as limp as a ragdoll.Sure, I kicked his ass real good in the forest; left him there to make it back to his hideous RV when—or if—he regained consciousness.
But like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to the woman’s bedroom, ensnared by her voluptuous scent.
I had to leave Aila sleeping snugly in her bed when the gray light of sunrise sent me my wakeup call.Moving away from her window, I made sure to leave the motel unobserved.My Harley was parked a mile or two away as purely a precautionary measure.Never know when a patrol car is going to run the numbers of vehicles parked outside a honkytonk establishment.
I left with great reluctance.Running fleetly through the forest trees, faster than any highway vehicle, I concentrated on putting Aila out of my mind.Didn’t want to spook her, not after that RV guy went all Bundy on her.
Come back in a week or so.Give her time to recover her spark.Maybe spending some of that cash I left will put a smile back on her face.
But when I returned to Harry’s Saloon a few days later, Aila wasn’t working there anymore.Her room at the motel was empty.Can’t say I blame her, but it sucked to be me.
And I can’t say that I don’t think and dream about what it might have been like to go down on that sweetheart from the La Pas saloon almost every night since…
Luna comes to join me behind the hidden partition where the four Riders hide from the sunshine.She doesn’t visit very often.Shadow and Luna have made Tempest Aherne’s old house their lair.Tempest was Luna’s aunt.
“What do you plan on doing when the ferry docks?”
What a mundane question.“I couldn’t give a goddamn about the fucking ferry, Luna.”I can be a total caveman when the sun has risen over the horizon.Overcast days, I can just about handle.But I hate the feeling of weakness I get from knowing that direct sunlight has the power to knock me unconscious.
Luna has lived with a bunch of grumpy bikers for five years now.She knows the score and is completely unfazed by my ornery mood.
A cheeky smile shows me she’s not done teasing yet.“What are you going to do if Mrs.Amelia O’Hara’s daughter turns out to be your long lost Aila?”
Luna has all of my attention now.
Sitting up, I can feel my mood lighten.“Okay.Shoot.I’m listening.”
Looking all triumphant, Luna explains.“Amelia O’Hara’s accommodation inquiry was organic, just so you know.”
Organic means Amelia asked for accommodation on her own volition, without being prompted to do so by one of our local men.
Luna would have done her due diligence and checked out Amelia’s social media accounts before sending an invitation.
I can’t be bothered with that shit.Who in their right mind would be interested in looking at digital images of strangers?What’s the point if you can’t smell them?But Luna must have seen something that captured her interest on the woman’s social media accounts, or else she would not have sent the accommodation booking confirmation.
