Motorcycle Man
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Mitzi smiling at me. Hop was smiling at me too.
Seemed me kicking some squirrel-ball ass was a cause for celebration and Mitzi and Hop were on a good patch.
Their business, not mine.
“Thanks” I whispered.
“Red needs a beer, so do I,” Tack announced loudly, claiming my hand thus me again and dragging me into the common area of the Compound.
“Got it,” Tug called from behind the bar.
I saw on the bar that someone, most likely one or several of the women, had unearthed bowls and in them they’d dumped chips, dip, potato salad and macaroni salad. There were paper plates, red Solo cups, plastic silverware and even napkins.
Clearly a special occasion seeing as there were bowls.
I grabbed a chip.
Tug offered me a beer.
I ate my chip, grabbed my beer and took a sip.
Tack tugged on my hand, I fell into him and tipped my head back to look at him.
He was smiling.
I smiled back.
Then, still smiling, he kissed me.
When he lifted his head he didn’t go far so I heard it when he whispered, “My reward.”
My eyes narrowed and I snapped, “You’re not allowed to do that shit.”
His head jerked slightly and he asked, “Say again?”
“Be sweet and make me all melty and want to jump you when I’m celebrating my heretofore unknown badassness with a bunch of bikers and their bitches. Not to mention, I’m hungry.”
Tack grinned as his arm snaked around me and he yanked me close.
“You wanna jump me?” he asked.
“I always want to jump you,” I answered.
“Good to know,” he muttered.
“But now your badass brethren needs to feed me,” I declared.
“I’ll see they get down to that.”
“Since you’re the head honcho, you do that.”
Tack’s grin became a smile.
I smiled right back.
Then I took a huge gulp of beer, put it down on the bar and grabbed a handful of potato chips.
* * * * *
“Come here,” Tack growled.
We were in bed in Tack’s room at the Compound. I was between Tack’s legs, his c**k in my mouth and I’d just slid down.
I slid up, sucking deep as I did. Tack’s fingers drove into my hair and fisted. I released him, my eyes going to his, my fingers wrapping around his c**k and my tongue swirled the tip.
“Here,” Tack mostly repeated, his rough rumble low.
I let him go and kept eye contact as I crawled up his body.
I barely got face-to-face with him before his arms closed around me and he rolled me to my back. Once there, he gave me all of his weight as his hands slid over my ass and down the backs of my legs. He swung one of my calves around his ass. The other one he swung around his back.
Then one of his forearms went into the bed and the other one went between us. I felt him guide himself to me then slowly, God, so slowly, he slid inside.
He did all of this with his eyes never leaving mine.
But once I had his cock, my eyes closed and my neck arched.
“Jesus, baby, every time I give you my c**k it’s like you haven’t had it in years.”
My arms circled him, my neck righted and my eyes found his.
“I like it.”
“No shit?”
“You gonna use it?” I prompted.
He grinned and pulled out an inch, slowly. Then he slid back in to the root, again slowly.
“Honey,” I breathed and felt his hand on my belly.
It went up, up, up until it was wrapped around my throat.
“Started here,” he whispered.
“What?” I asked.
“In this bed,” he went on.
“What?” I repeated.
“You and me.”
My arms and legs tightened around him.
His hand slid up to my jaw and his thumb slid over my lips.
“Love you, Red.”
Yes.
“Love you too, Kane.”
His thumb went away but his head dropped and his lips touched mine.
Against them, I asked, “Now, are you going to f**k me or what?”
I watched his eyes smile. Then his head slanted and his hand moved around to drive into my hair as his mouth took mine, his tongue thrusting inside and his h*ps jerked back then slammed in.
Finally.
One of my hands moved up into his hair and we kissed deep while we f**ked hard and I came the usual twice to Tack’s once.
When we were done, Tack kept us connected while his hand moved soothingly along the skin of my side and his mouth moved along the skin of my neck, his goatee tickling my skin. I kept my body curled around him, the fingers of one hand drifting through his too-long hair, the others drifting over his back and ass.
I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and I whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what, baby?” he asked against my neck.
“For taking care of this.” His head came up and his eyes caught mine. When they did, I admitted quietly, “I’m not sure I’ve done my part in helping.”
“You’re still here,” he pointed out.
“Yes but every time we hit a rough patch, I give up and declare we’re over.” I lifted my head and touched my mouth to his before dropping it back to the pillow and promising, “I’ll do my best to break that habit.”
“Don’t matter if you do.”
My head tipped on the pillow. “Pardon?”
“Babe, you can declare all you want. That don’t mean I’ll let you walk out on me.”
My lungs quit working.
“Never let you go,” Tack went on.
My limbs around him tightened and my hand in his hair clenched.
“Not ever,” he finished.
Not ever.
He’d never let me go.
“I love you, honey,” I whispered.
“I know, baby,” he whispered back.
I looked into his sapphire eyes, smelled his musk, felt the weight of his warm, hard, heavy body and the ghost of his pounding between my legs, his c**k still inside me and suddenly, I squirmed.
“Fuck, that greedy pu**y,” Tack muttered.
“Um… I’m kinda ready to keep playing,” I shared something I knew he already knew.
“Babe, I’m still hard and inside you after comin’.”
“And?”
He stared at me.
Then he murmured, “Christ. She wears me out.”
“Liar,” I snapped. “I do not.”
And I didn’t. He might be forty-one but he had stamina and staying power.
I tried a different tactic, lifted my head and put my mouth to his neck as my hands moved on his back.