Four
"Don't even open your mouth, Opry.”
Opry held up both hands in front of him, palms up in surrender. “I’m not saying a fuckin’ word, Breech. But had I been about to say something, I would remind you that Jiji is Fighter’s sister. My two cents: Make sure she’s in at least one-hundred-and-ten percent before you make your play, but if she decides the life isn’t for her then let her go before shit gets deep. You don’t want everyone hurt by it. You and Fighter will go ten rounds ‘til you beat yourselves into a giant bloody mess.”
I lit up a cigarette, listening to Opry while I smoked. Taking a deep drag, I nodded my head and said, “Hurting her is the last thing I want. True, I want to hear her scream, but I want it to be my name while she’s under me and I’m fuckin’ her into the mattress. That girl is full of sass, Opry. She gives as good as she takes. She’s beautiful and she doesn’t even know it. I told Fighter before he left that I was going there, and he’s ok with it. Well, as ok as he can be since it’s his sister.”
Opry chuckled. “I only have a brother and he’s older than me. I don’t know how I’d feel if some greasy biker was sniffing around my sister’s panties.”
I punched him in the shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, Opry. I’m serious about her; I’m not trying to get laid. She’s important to me.” Before he could say anything more, I heard footsteps outside the break room. “Here come the girls.”
Right on cue, the door opened, and Sandra’s cell was ringing. She had a bunch of barking dogs as her ringtone; that would annoy the shit out of me, but she seemed to like it.
“Jiji, how is the cat?” I asked.
“Her name is Tink, and she’s resting right now. Sandra gave her some painkillers, and we need to let them work so she doesn’t tear us up when we work on her injuries.”
Sandra was leaning against the counter talking on her cell; she muted her phone and looked at Jiji. “A vet friend of mine from down in Florida found some foals that I need to have transported here to New York. Didn’t you tell me that you had to head down that way to finish with the sale of your mom’s house? You’d be doing me a huge favor if you could check out these foals for me and arrange their trip while you’re down there. I’d be happy to pay your airfare and hotel bill for the couple days you’d have to be there.”
“I’ll go with you, Jiji. I just gotta talk to Dukes and get him to have a guy cover my classes at Crunch Time.”
Jiji whirled around from the fridge, where she was putting creamer in her coffee. “I don’t need a keeper, Breech. I’m a big girl, I can travel by myself.” She turned her back, dismissing me.
I spun her around to face me. “Why does everything have to be a fight with you? I got eyes; I can see you’re a big girl, but I also promised your brother that I would stay close to you ‘til he got home with Tish after their honeymoon.”
She rolled her eyes. “Which I told him was totally unnecessary. But it didn’t stop you from moving into the spare room, invading my space every chance you could, especially when I had a date!”
I grinned. “You’re just pissed because pretty boy took one look at me, tucked his tail between his legs, and got out of there as fast as he could.”
She turned to Sandra to explain. “I had gone out with a really nice guy I met in class. He had taken me to dinner and we went back to the house for coffee when Bozo here came home from the club. He proceeded to scare the shit out of the guy by removing his guns and excusing himself to put them away.”
“Have you seen the guy since then?” Opry asked.
“Asshat. He still won’t return my calls!” she griped. Laughing out loud wasn’t the right thing to do then; she scowled at me. “He was going to give me a reference for some volunteer work I did for the local shelter, jerkoff! You messed that up really quick.”
“Oh, come on, Jiji. He wanted in your pants; he was using the reference as a way to get in.”
“Why does everything come down to sex with you, Breech? He didn’t want in my pants; he wanted to do something nice for me because he knew I needed it for my next rotation. And, you big ape, even if he did want in, that has nothing to do with you; it’s none of your affair.”
Slamming my coffee cup down on the table so hard some sloshed over the edge, spilling on the table, I stalked over to her, and she gave a dismissive wave, but smartly took one step back for every step I took forward, ‘til her back hit the wall.
I heard chairs scrape and the door close as Opry ushered Sandra out of the break room. I could hear her saying, “Stop hustling me out, she might need help.”
To which Opry responded, “None of our business, babe, keep moving—we can go see Tink.”
Jiji was looking up at me with fire in her eyes. “Yes, you’re bigger than me and yes, you can crush me like a bug, but I’m not afraid of you, Breech.”
I caged her in by leaning my arms on both sides of her body, trapping her against the wall. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Jiji. I want you to admit that there is some chemistry between us. Every time we are in the same room together, we go up in flames; I get hard just hearing your voice.”
“Pfft, that’s just lust, Breech. You feel the same thing for every pretty woman with a nice rack you see. Once you get your dick wet, you’ll be on to the next one.” She wouldn’t look at me when she said it.
Tipping her chin up so she had to look me in the eye, I said, “I’m not denying that I like women, or that I’ve been with a lot of them. I’m almost 30 years old, Jiji, there comes a point when it’s not about getting off and getting out. I’ve been down that road and it’s not what I want with you. Yes, I want to fuck you, fuck you so hard you’re screaming my name, ‘til I see your eyes roll back in your head from the pleasure, ‘til your body aches and you can’t take any more. But that’s not all I want to do. I want to ride on my bike with you, come to the range so I can teach you to shoot. Take some of my classes at Crunch so you can learn to defend yourself.
“Give us the chance to see where this leads, and if it’s not what you want then I’ll back off and let you go on with your life,” I finished.
Her clear eyes clouded over with tears. “What you just said scares the shit out of me, Breech. I won’t be the one that comes between you and Fighter. He’s your best friend—I don’t want to ruin that.” She pointed between us, “If this thing blows up in our faces, I don’t want there to be bad blood between you and my brother. I would rather not try, than try and fail.”
Wiping the tears that fell from her eyes, I bent down then kissed her lightly on the lips. “Please, Jiji, just give us a chance. Let’s take this trip to New York for Sandra and see where it leads us.”
“I don’t know if I can, Breech. If I let myself fall for you and it doesn’t work…you would break my heart. I can’t risk it, I just can’t.” She tried to get away from me, but I only tightened my grip.
I wrapped her hair around my fist to hold her still, ravenous for a taste of her. Her tongue slipped out, moistening her lips and leaving them glistening. Lifting her legs, I wrapped them around my waist, my hard cock nestled against the warmth of her pussy. Leaning down, I finally captured those luscious lips. I could feel her resistance, but I wouldn’t let up the pressure as I rotated my hips, rubbing my cock into her pussy.
She moaned, opening her mouth, so I took advantage, plunging my tongue in and savoring her flavor. Her resistance faded steadily, and she grabbed hold of my biceps, digging her nails in and kissing me back. I angled her head, kissing her deeply. When she pushed her tits against my chest I could feel the full mounds rising and falling with her breathing. I filled my palm with her flesh, rolling her nipple between my fingers, pinching lightly. She arched her back, begging for more. Her hips moved against my dick, which was stone hard now. Either we needed to stop, or I was going to fuck her up against the wall. I broke the kiss, breathing hard.
“Jiji, we’ve got to stop, or I will be balls-deep in you right here, right now.”
She was breathing just as hard; her face was flushed, her lips plump and swollen. She licked those lips and I groaned. She pushed at my arms, unwrapping her legs from around my waist. I let her go. She paced away from me then turned back, her eyes flitting to the marks on my arms where her nails had dug in. Her blush deepened, but she bravely looked me in the eye, crossing her arms over her chest as if to shield herself from my influence on her.
“I’m not a virgin, but I’ve had only two sexual partners and neither lasted long. I know you have a lot more experience than me, and I hope to God that what you feel for me is more than just lust, and maybe I’m being stupid…but I want to trust you.
“But I’m begging you, Breech, after this trip if you don’t feel you want to continue seeing me, or that it was just an itch you had to scratch then please do me the favor of being honest and telling me. Don’t let me make a fool of myself or Fighter by chasing something that’s not there,” she pleaded.
“I wouldn’t do that to you, Jiji. I won’t lead you on. Fighter is my best friend, as you pointed out. He would have the right to beat the shit out of me for disrespecting you that way—and I would let him. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I don’t treat women like toys to be used and thrown away. If you’re willing to give me a chance, I’m taking it.”
A voice inside my head told me that once or twice would never be enough with this woman. Once I got my dick inside her there would be no going back. I don’t know how I knew but I did.
“We can use this trip as a starting point. Let’s talk to Sandra, see how much time off she’s giving you. If we take the bike it would be a two-day trip, one-way.”
“I don’t think I can do two days on your bike, Breech. It’s been a long time since I did more than a short ride between the house and the job.”
I smiled. “Doll, I have more than one ride; we’ll take the touring bike, it’s fully dressed, made for going long distances—I promise, you’ll be comfortable.”
She smiled at me, resting a hand on my chest for balance as she stretched up on her tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on my lips. “I’m trusting you, Breech—don’t let me down.” She sank down to her feet and, turning, she walked out the door.