The sound of our bodies smacking together, the mental high I’m on, and the slickness he’s inspired between my legs is too much. He slams into me again and again.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I-I do…” I can barely speak.
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, Austin. P-please, don’t stop.”
His hips snap vigorously, and I scream—completely lost in him.
“I love your pussy,” he says. “I need it.”
I feel his body stiffen behind me, his arm tightens around my waist like a steel band. Then he goes dead-still and roars as he cums.
***
Brick
I spread mylegs and lean back in the chair across from the bed where Starlet is sleeping. I light a Marlboro and suck the smoke in, then blow it out, making a smoke ring. I watch it break apart over my head and then take another drag. Even when she’s sleeping, Starlet is beautiful, almost angelic. That’s how I want to remember her.
I scrub my face with my hand, her soft, lingering scent still on my fingers. That’s another unforgettable thing about her—she smells good everywhere. I grin and treat myself to a long, slow whiff. Fucking amazing.
If I were any other man, I’d probably stick around for a while and get to know her. She’d be worth the time and effort. But I have pressing obligations and no desire to get involved with anyone. Not even her.
I’m already overdue in Shreveport. I don’t do schedules very well, unless there’s an emergency. When I received my orders in Philly, directing me to a new chapter opening in Louisiana with the possibility of a vice presidency, I almost refused. Blame my fucked-up childhood for the lack of commitment, spending two years on average in one location, then suffering the consequences of my father getting stationed somewhere else.
I lived in seven states and four countries in eighteen years—my father dating a different girlfriend wherever we went. England was my favorite spot, Elise Davidson, a girl my father almost married, the closest thing to a mother I ever had. She left after he broke her nose for burning his steak. That killed any hope for a normal life. Dad blamed me, his retaliation lasted until I moved out.
Now I pretty much have the same lifestyle, jumping place-to-place without making lasting connections. It serves me well. I don’t give a shit about anyone or anything, really. Just surviving. Just leaving my mark behind.
Starlet stirs. I wore that little body out. I’d like more, a lot more, but I’m not heartless. She needs rest, and I need some time to think.
My cell vibrates and I fish it out of my vest pocket. It’s a text message from one of my brothers in Philly.
Call Pauli. There’s been no word of your location in weeks. WTF?
Giant Jim is the closest thing I have to a real friend. He’s a brother I take the time to keep in touch with. The man took a bullet for me, which means something in my world.
I text back.In Louisiana. Caught in a storm. Will report to the clubhouse tomorrow.
Good to know.
Night, asshole.
There’s no reply.
I put my cigarette out in the glass ashtray on the table, then get dressed. I need to check my bike before I get some sleep. I grab the room key and trudge outside, glad the rain has stopped. The motel is surrounded by thick vegetation, the kind you expect to see in a South American jungle. And the heat is thick enough to cut with a knife. That will take some getting used to.
I stare up at the cloudy sky, a sliver of the moon visible. All of this will take some getting used to. I miss the sounds in the city, that unique Philly noise. The vendors and food. The sports fans. But I like the open spaces here—riding for miles on a backroad without seeing a car. That’s why I’m late, I camped on the way, even did some hunting and fishing. Every man needs to get back to nature to satisfy his most primitive instincts.
In the morning, club business will dominate my life again. I sigh, deliberating whether or not I should wake Starlet up for a last ride. I’d like to have her on top this time, see what she can do. I smile. Just as I’m about to head back to the room, I hear a woman cry out from around the corner of the building. She’s obviously distressed, and I’m pissed because I know what I’m likely to find. Following the noise, I spot her wedged between a late model truck and some asshole who won’t let her go.
“Leave me alone, Jordan.” She tries to push him away.
“Always blame everyone but yourself, Dee.”
“I didn’t ask for the drink, did I? Is it my fault the guy sent the waitress over? I didn’t even look at him.”
