Dead Men Motorcycle Club Page 9

  "It was fine," he said, "There won't be any work done on that new building for at least two weeks."

  "Fantastic," Alexander said exuberantly, "Glad to hear it. Let's have a drink to celebrate!"

  Cash nodded to me and I turned to fetch some beers from the fridge.

  "Just one though," he said, "This is still a place of business and there's going to be work to do in the morning. Vickers' bike took a roll down a hill and it's going to need a bit of work."

  He said the past part to me. Vickers was a decent mechanic in his own right, but I knew that Cash wanted me to take a look at it. Whether he wanted a better set of eyes on the problem or just wanted to keep me busy, I wasn't sure. Whatever the case, some part of me felt glad that I'd have something mechanical to worry about the next day.

  Time passed quietly in the clubhouse that night. Alexander had a thousand and one questions about the precise events at the worksite but Cash gave only short answers. The job, he assured the young wealthy man, was done. That was all that mattered. With his beer only half finished, Cash stood up from his stool. His eyes met mine and I understood that it was time to be getting home.

  "We'll see you boys in the morning," he said. "Don't stay up too late."

  I stepped out from behind the bar and grabbed my purse off of the end and followed him out. I tried hard not to glance at Alexander on my way to the door, but out of the corner of my eye I caught him watching me go. Just as I was about to step out the door, I heard the unfamiliar sound of Tubbs' raised voice.

  "Emma," he called out to me, "I'll help you with that job in the morning, alright?"

  I turned back to him and nodded slowly. My thoughts weren't at all on the state of Vickers' bike or the work I'd have to do on it when the sun was up. Something was up, but I didn't have a clue as to what it was. I'd just have to wait until morning to figure out why Tubbs was acting so strangely.

  Cash was waiting for me on his bike.

  "Hop on, I'll give you a ride in tomorrow," he said. My own bike was in the garage and running fine. Still, I knew that he needed this. He needed to feel me holding onto him, proving to him on some level that I was still wholly his. I climbed onto the bike and wrapped my hands around him. I couldn't help but be reminded of our first ride around this lot. He'd been so gentle and so slow, making sure every step of the way that I was safe and comfortable. Even when we headed out to Main Street, he'd taken it easy. At the time, I felt like were going a thousand miles an hour, but with a bit of time, perspective and experience I understand how much restraint Cash had shown that afternoon, so many months ago.

  We rode home in silence, the roar of the engine filling in the gaps where our conversation might otherwise have been. The streets of San Viero were dark and still at this hour. The only night life to speak of in this town seemed to follow the Dead Men around. If they weren't there to be loud and stir up some trouble, San Viero was content to stay quiet and reserved at all hours of the day and night. My thoughts turned to the night life in places like New York and Paris. Those were the kind of places Alexander spent his free time. I had thought San Viero was exciting, but compared to the rest of the world, this was just plain dull.

  The street swept beneath us and I noticed a sheen that covered the asphalt. It had rained during the night and I hadn't even noticed. I'd been so wrapped up in my own dramatics and worries that I was blind to something as obvious as a storm passing through. I tried to refocus my attention on the here and now. I hugged tighter around Cash as we headed up the hill towards the apartment that we shared.

  I'd moved in with him fast. When we met and fell for one another I was still living out of the Oceanview Motel. It was so easy to just agree to move in with him and not worry about finding my own place. In retrospect maybe it was too fast. Everything that had happened between Cash and I happened quickly. One minute we were strangers and the next I was going head over heels for him. I thought what I was feeling was love at first sight, but maybe it was something else. I was infatuated by him, for certain. Even with all the thoughts of Alexander swirling in my mind, I couldn't deny the raw sexual power that Cash represented. Beneath my fingers I could feel the tight muscles earned by years of hard work. The way he walked and the way he looked - these were things that Alexander could never achieve with his life.

  Cash parked the bike outside and we made our way to the door.

  "So, is the Donnovan kid alright?" he asked.

  I wasn't even sure what he meant. He'd met Alexander and could come up with his own opinions on the man. I felt like he was struggling to start a conversation with me but didn't know quite how to begin. Cash was many things, but a brilliant conversationalist wasn't one of them.

  "He's alright, I suppose," I told him. "You know the type - pampered rich kid who has been everywhere but done nothing."

  I didn't see him smile, but I could tell immediately from his posture that my comment had relieved a lot of the stress that was riding on Cash's shoulders. Maybe he'd been more than just jealous - what if he was actually concerned that I might do something on my own? I'd never really considered that. Cash put a lot of faith in me, and to think that the presence of one attractive stranger could make him think I'd do something terrible was surprising. Then again, was he so far off? I had been thinking about the way things would be with Alexander. But that was just thinking, not doing. Wasn't it?

  We went inside and Cash started removing his clothing, dropping it across furniture as he made his way to the bathroom.

  "I'm going to jump in the shower real quick," he said. I couldn't blame him. Whatever he and the Dead Men had been doing out at that work site had left him dirty and dusty. I'd spent my day in a garage and felt mostly fine, but he could use the cleaning.

  I kicked off my boots and began to strip down, getting ready for bed. I tossed my pants, shirt and bra in the hamper and found a comfortable t-shirt to sleep in. I laid down on the bed and flipped on the television. I could hear Cash singing to himself in the shower and somehow that was infinitely more interesting to me than whatever show was on. I watched the screen but my ears focused entirely on the sound of rushing water and the man I lived with - the man I loved - singing to himself. There was a side of him that the Dead Men never saw. It was a side even I saw very rarely. Cash had the heart of a poet though he would never let anyone know. I listened carefully to what he was singing, trying to discern the words.

  I've got to keep my eyes on the horizon

  I don't know which way the sun will be arising

  which way... the sun will be arising...

  The chorus repeated and I listened to the way his voice carried across our small apartment. I wasn't sure if he knew I was listening or not. He might not even know I could hear him. I certainly never sang in the shower, so maybe he didn't know. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the words and the deep sound of his voice. I hardly even noticed when the shower and his singing stopped. In my mind it was going on and on, carrying me out of my twisted confusion. In my fantasies, Cash's voice had the power to protect me - even from myself.

  He stepped out into the bedroom, drying himself with a towel. I opened my eyes slowly and watched his body as he rubbed himself with the towel. His muscles were tight as ever. Across his chest, I could see the small beads of water dripping and I couldn't help but feel turned on by the sight of him. Whether he was rough and dangerous or my knight in shining armor, I couldn't deny the way he made me feel deep inside. My passion for that man was still unbridled after months. Maybe our lovemaking wasn't as frantic as it was that first time, but it had been tempered by experience. We had learned how to touch one another. We had learned just was each of us liked, and the results were months of passionate lovemaking that never seemed to get dull.

  My eyes drifted to his shoulder. He still bore a scar there from the bullet that had brought the two of us together for the first time. He'd taken the shot less than 24 hours after we'd met for the first time. I'd been so conflicted about my feelings for him, but t
hat bullet brought everything into clear focus. There was no time to worry about what was right and what was safe. In this life you simply have to go for what you really want. That's fine advice when the sexy leader of the local motorcycle club is wounded in battle. It's a bit less cut and dry when you can't be certain about what it is you really want from life. On the one side stood Cash with his scars, his muscles and the heart of a poet. On the other stood Alexander. He was still a mystery in so many ways, but he represented safety that I'd never know with the Dead Men. I thought having Cash to defend me was safety. Real safety was being far away from anyone who would seek to do me harm though - and that freedom is something I'd never know in San Viero.

  Cash tossed the towel aside and strode naked towards the bed. There are some things that can really get your attention and get you to stop thinking about whatever neurosis is bothering you. A gorgeous guy, stark naked and clearly interested in having some fun is probably number one on that list. My thoughts of foreign beaches and seemingly endless wealth were a million miles away all the sudden. As soon as he reached the bed there was only me and my man.

  I reached out to touch his leg and felt how warm his skin was from the shower. Whenever he was freshly showered, I couldn't stop touching him. He had a warmth to him that was inexplicable most of the time, but like this? He was living fire, and the heat of him passed into me as easily as anything I've ever known. I stretched out on the bed, feeling the soft sheets beneath my bare legs and grinned up at him. He was staring down at me with an intensity that did more to get me going than even the sight of his naked body did - well, almost.

  I reached up slowly, allowing my fingertips to drift over his thigh. My hand pressed against his manhood, warm and still slightly damp from the shower. Under my touch I could see instantly the way he responded, thickening and hardening before my eyes. He smiled down at me and I had a mischievous twinkle in my eye for him as well. There's nothing to clear your mind like a nice, thick cock. That's not any wisdom I've ever heard, but it seemed appropriate in this case.

  I shifted on the bed and pulled myself towards him. He remained standing at the side of the bed, growing beneath my touch and looking like he wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands. I decided to take control of the situation and pushed my head forward, laying small kisses against the already rigid shaft of his cock. My lips grew warm from him immediately and I allowed my tongue to drift out, slowly tracing a path from head to base. His hand moved to my head and his pushed his fingers into my hair. He knows how much I love that feeling, just as much as I know he loves what I was doing for him.

  I opened my mouth slightly and pushed the head of his cock between my lips, keeping them tense so he would feel the tight pressure of my mouth as I swallowed him up. My tongue swept along the underside of his shaft, soaking him and eliciting a small shiver as well. As much as he loved it when I did this for him, I loved it too. I would never let on just how much I enjoyed pleasuring him with my mouth, but it was a thrill every time. The power of having this incredible man deep in my mouth was remarkable. It might look like I was the one in a subservient position, but when your teeth are brushing against a guy's cock, you know you're the one with the real power.

  I swallowed him deeper until I could feel the pressure of him against the back of my throat. Between my lips and my tongue, he was now as hard as he'd ever been. His hands pushed against my head and through my hair, urging me to suck deeper and harder at ever moment. I knew this was just the first act though. I kept myself relaxed and licked where and when I chose. Taking him like this was turning me on incredible and I could feel just how wet I was getting. The heat that was burning between my legs was threatening to get the better of me and I knew I had to act quickly.

  I drew him out from my mouth in one long, smooth stroke. I felt ever vein and ridge of him against my tongue and stared up into his eyes as I let his head drop from my lips. He had a look that was almost like anguish on his face, wishing that I would continue. I had something else in mind though. After all, why should he have all the fun?

  I rolled myself over and faced away from him, positioning my knees on the edge of the bed and then drawing myself up onto my elbows. He took his shaft in hand and rubbed it across my panties which were already becoming soaked. He hesitated for a moment, pushing his thickness against my, separated by a thin layer of cotton. I supposed that if I could tease him like I had, I was due for a bit of comeuppance as well. I moaned softly and still he continued.

  "Ohhhh god," I whispered, "Please... please..."

  I wasn't usually one to beg like that, but the anticipation of the moment was more than I could bear. He put his hand against the small of my back and let his fingers drift downwards before coming to the waist band of my panties. His fingers slipped inside gently before finding a grip and pulling them down to my knees. Before I could even gasp at the suddenness, he pressed his cock against my wetness and pushed into me.

  His hands found their place on either side of my hips, pulling me towards him. He thrust into me deeply right from the start. I was so wet that he slid into me easily, though I felt the tightness around his huge, throbbing member. I released myself entirely to his whims, keeping myself supported, but allowing him to pull and push my body with ever thrust, taking me just the way he wanted. Every time my body slammed into his, the loud noise echoed through the apartment. Soon that noise was joined by my moans of pleasure and my emphatic demands that he take me harder and faster.

  I pushed my hand between my legs and began to rub myself, my fingers brushing slightly against his shaft as it penetrated me over and over. I could feel how thick and hard he was even with such a brief touch and it only sent me further over the edge into completely surrendering to my passion. The way that Cash touched me and the way that he fucked me were two sides of the same coin. Even in polite situations, I knew the desire that lurked behind ever brush of his hand. I knew that every kiss he placed on my lips was a prelude to the desire that burned inside of him.

  I rubbed myself harder, pushing my fingers against the slick wetness of my clit. I could feel that I was getting close and completely abandoned myself to the moment. My body was jerking back and forth beneath his hands. I cried out with pleasure as the warm rush of climax exploded through my body. I tensed up and squeezed hard around his shaft, feeling every inch of him as it rocketed back and forth, in and out of my body.

  "Oh fuck," I screamed, "Oh god! Oh god! Oh Cash, yes, yes!"

  I could hear him grunting above me, the animal lust taking hold of him as well. With ever shout and every stroke, he was bringing himself closer. His grip on my sides tightened and the sound of our bodies colliding was louder than ever. He released himself to his passion and roared with pleasure as he came. I felt the flood of his warmth spreading into my body, soaking me from the inside. His inflamed passion wouldn't released me even though he had finished and still he thrust himself into me, as though he were unwilling to allow our moment of pleasure to end. Finally, exhaustion got the better of him and I felt his pace slowing and his grip loosening.

  I fell forward onto the bed, feeling his cum leaking from inside of me as I lay face first on the bed. He still stood above me panting softly. I turned over to smile up at him and saw that he was grinning down at me. In three months, we'd never had sex that I would describe as bad. There was just some way about how our bodies connected that wouldn't allow us to do anything but enjoy ourselves to the fullest.

  "Mmm," I murmured, "I think I've got to take a quick shower myself."

  "Heh alright," he said, moving out of my way so I could slip off to the bathroom. He laid down on the bed and focused his attention on the television I hadn't even remembered was on. When it came to Cash, it was easy for me to get lost in him. Sometimes all it took was a small reminder that nothing else mattered. My feelings for him were more than skin deep.

  After a quick shower, I returned to the bedroom and found him half asleep on top of the sheets with the television still blaring
. I playfully jabbed him until he woke up.

  "Let's get some sleep alright?" I said.

  He mumbled something like agreement and got underneath the sheets - his one concession to an actual bedtime ritual that night. I turned off the TV and the light and slipped into bed beside him. He was still warm and I pushed myself up beside him as he drifted off to sleep. The comfort of being in his bed - our bed - and relaxed like this was too much to deny. As I tried to fall asleep, I found myself unbelieving that I had so recently thought of giving all this up for a gamble on a rich stranger. Alexander had so much, but he and I didn't have this connection. We didn't have this special magic that made even sleeping next to one another seem like a fairy tale romance.

  The next morning I woke up to the alarm clock on my phone going off. Beside me, Cash grumbled but pulled himself out of bed. You have to admire that kind of resolve. No matter how tired he was, he always knew it was better to get up in the morning and get on with your day. It was that kind of work ethic that my dad would have loved about Cash, even if he hated most everything else.

  We got dressed for our morning and I had to remind myself about why I was getting up. I've never been remotely good at waking up in the morning, and sometimes it just didn't seem worth it. Still, with Cash out of bed, things were already a lot less comfortable.

  "So," I asked him as we headed out to his bike, "What happened to Vickers' bike? Is it really fucked up or just a little fucked up?"

  "Oh, that," he said, "It's probably a lot less bad than it seems. I think something just got bent in the roll and you'll be able to hammer it out in a few minutes."

  That didn't really mesh with what he said the night before, but I was starting to get a clear picture. Cash had wanted to get me out of the clubhouse. His jealousy was getting the better of him. I hoped that our evening of passion would set him straight and that I wouldn't be forced into any more busy work, though I was happy to get a little time in the garage that morning, even if it was mundane. I'd spent far too little time away from the garage in previous days.