Chapter Seven

Alison was done hiding in the past. Tonight was the start of a brand new future with a man who stood before her looking at her like she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Roc made her heart skip a beat as his eyes roamed her body in appreciation. No one had ever looked at her like the way Roc did at that moment. He was a patient man, but she couldn’t deny the way her body craved his.

“Touch me the way a real man should touch a woman. I need to feel alive. I need you to show me what it feels like to come for the first time, Roc.”

Since she had met him, she had never seen him at a loss for words. He walked her over to the bed and helped her to lie flat in the center of the mattress. He freed the clip in the front of her bra and pulled it away from her body. Gently he peppered kisses along her collarbone, making his way down to her belly button. His fingers grazed her hips, from one end to another.

“I will never get tired of looking at your body. I could spend hours kissing and feeling every inch of your skin.”

She could feel his breath whispering against her skin, causing goose bumps to rise along her stomach. Her fingers slid through his hair as he pulled her panties down her legs. His eyes lingered on her, admiring her as she lay naked on the bed. Roc made himself comfortable between her legs, propping her feet on the mattress. He wasted no time as his head dipped between her legs for a taste. She caught a glimpse of a bright colored tattoo that he had on his upper shoulder before his scratchy beard tickled the insides of her thighs.

Roc took long swipes of his tongue along her slit. In between licks he would kiss the outsides of her folds. No one had ever taken the time to do this to her. She was always the one making sure that she was taking care of Ken’s needs. He never bothered to take care of hers or to make sure that she had come. This was a whole new experience and she couldn’t wait to see how it ended.

“I could eat your pussy all night, you’re so sweet.”

Alison kept her eyes on him the whole time. She wanted to watch his head as his tongue delved inside her heated passage. She could feel her nipples harden as her body quivered inside. His hands raised her thighs slightly off the bed as he sucked her clit and dipped his tongue inside her wet folds. His facial hair tickling between her thighs made her senses that much more on alert.

“Roc, this feels so wonderful. Please don’t stop,” she panted.

He lowered her feet to the bed and inserted two of his fingers inside of her as he sucked on her hardened nub. Her body began to shudder, wanting to release her cream. His mouth feasted on her until she couldn’t take any more of his ministrations.

She leaned up on her elbows. “Make me come,” she shrieked. “I want to watch as I come in your mouth.” She ground her hips against his lips as her pelvis gyrated against his open mouth. His fingers milked her G-spot until she couldn’t take any more of his lips against her clit. He sucked her so hard she released her juices inside his mouth.

“Oh, God, Roc, that feels so good. Keep going, please don’t stop,” she said as her body slowly came off one of the best first-time experiences she had ever had. This was what it felt like to have someone pleasure her for once. She had never known what it felt like to have someone care about her needs. Roc was just the man she needed to break free of all the sins she had been forced to perform in her past. Roc showed her that there was more to sex than giving.

He placed one last kiss on her inner thigh before he slid up the side of her body, lying against her side. His fingers played with the tips of her tight nipples. She stared at his lips as his beard still glistened from her juices. She pulled his head down for a kiss, wanting to know what his lips tasted like from her wetness.

Roc groaned inside her mouth as her tongue dueled with his for control of the kiss. It turned her on tasting herself on his lips. He grabbed her hips and lifted her body above his as he lay on his back. Her pulsing cunt hovered over his thick manhood. She teased him with her wet folds, sliding herself back and forth over his length.

“Ahh... damn, girl,” he groaned from beneath her. “You’re going to torture me, Alison. Your pussy will be the death of me if you keep that shit up.”

“I’m on the pill so you don’t have to worry about a condom, if you don’t want to. I made sure to have myself checked out after I left Chicago. And you know I haven’t slept with anyone since him.” She wanted to feel skin on skin, no barriers between them as he made love to her for the first time. But he had to be okay with it first.

“I’m clean. I have always worn a condom in the past, but tonight I want nothing more than to feel your tight snatch as it wraps around my hard cock.”

She placed her hands on his chest, felling the thin hairs going up and down his torso. He had muscles that fit his large frame. With his shirt off, she could see the few grey hairs that were beginning to mix in with his darker ones. He was older than her by ten years and she didn’t give a damn one way or another. In the future he would use that against her and she would tell him that she liked older men.

She had wanted to know what he felt like in her hand so she took hold of his length and stroked his cock from root to tip. A bead of cum had seeped to the tip of his cock as she ran her hand up and down his size. Alison was desperate to know what he would feel like inside her. She reached between their bodies and guided the head of his cock toward her heated entrance. Her body took him inside her like he was a gift given to her from the gods above.

His hands rested along the back of his head as he allowed her to do whatever she wanted with him. He was giving her the control she needed in order to give the pleasure she had always wanted for herself. 

As her pussy gripped his steel rod, she braced her hands on his chest and stared into his eyes. They never broke eye contact as she rode him at her own pace. She wanted to savor the moment, taking in each and every aspect of the seconds he spent inside of her.

“Your tight pussy is gripping the life out of my dick. I can feel each time your vagina contracts around me. You can’t imagine how this feels for me. I am one lucky bastard to have you riding my cock right now with your long flowing blond hair hanging over your shoulder and your nails raking over my chest hairs. It’s a huge turn on.”

“Sweet talk will get you everywhere with me, handsome.”

He pulled his hands away from behind his head and took hold of her hips. His fingers gripped her, guiding her up and down his length. As she lowered herself, he ground her hips further down his shaft, grinding his pelvis against hers.  

She found her clit and rubbed the tips of her fingers against her hard nub. She was so close, but she wanted to make sure they came together. Alison wanted to make this good for both of them.

“I’m close, Roc, but I want you to come with me. I have to feel what it’s like to come at the same time with my lover.” As her fingers touched her clit, she could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy as he pounded his way into her.

“I’m there, baby.” His teeth gritted as he said, “I’m just holding on until you’re ready.”

It felt so good. She didn’t want it to end, but she could no longer hold off. Her pussy was taking over her body and she couldn’t maintain control of the way it was reacting to him. Her motions picked up speed as the two of them fucked like two bunnies in heat. The bed squeaked beneath them, causing the headboard to bang against the wall.

“I’m coming,” she yelled as her body trembled above his. She was panting so hard that she could barely hear herself screaming his name as she soaked his shaft with her wetness.

“I’m coming too,” his voice was struggling to say as the veins in his neck were bulging out of his skin. His fingers would for sure leave imprints on her hips by tomorrow with the way he gripped her so roughly.

Her body flopped against his chest as they lay together in the aftermath of one hell of an orgasm. While her head rested along his chest, she could hear that he was breathing just as hard as she was.

His fingers brushed away the loose strands of hair that had fallen over her face. He tilted her chin up to look at him before he leaned down to kiss her lips.

“You are one special woman. And I am one lucky guy to have found you before anyone else stole you.”

****

Two weeks had gone by after that magical night she had spent with Roc. Even though she hadn’t been able to spend every single day with him because of their busy schedules, they had been able to see each other a few times since then for a quick bite to eat and then a tumble in her bed for dessert. He made her happy, gave her what she needed in and out of the bedroom, and even made her laugh. Those were the three qualities she found attractive in a man. She had fallen head over heels for him, but there was something missing in their relationship and she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

It was the night she was expected to perform for Mr. Linc Fallon at the Leisure Club and Alison was extremely anxious. She sat in the lounge waiting to meet the man who had paid to hear her sing in his extravagant club. The Leisure Room was nothing like she’d imagined it to be. When the car that had been sent for her brought her to a huge mansion on the outskirts of town, she was surprised to find out that it was a nightclub for exclusive members only. The day before she was supposed to perform, Mr. Fallon had his secretary call Alison to let her know that he had hired makeup and hair stylists to accommodate her needs. She had never met Linc Fallon, but what he was doing for her so far was making a huge impression on her.

As she sat patiently waiting for him to meet her in the lounge, she looked around and watched as the staff busied themselves with the last-minute necessities that needed their attention before the members began to arrive for the party. Tables were decorated with white linens and fancy floral centerpieces all around her. The bartenders were stocking numerous bottles of champagne and wine behind the bar and the caterers were making sure the appetizer tables were ready to go. The staff was all dressed in black tuxedo attire, looking extremely professional as they catered to the guests tonight. Black and silver balloons were tastefully placed all around the railings and banisters that surrounded the center foyer where most of the guests would see them as they entered. The club looked elegant and classy.

Alison smoothed her hands down the black sleeveless sequined cocktail dress that she had borrowed from one of the cocktail servers at Mac’s. She didn’t have anything in her closet that was remotely semi-formal to wear to such a fancy event such as this. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, even accenting her lush breasts. The stylist was able to give her blonde hair body with long, bouncy curls. She was wearing more makeup than she was used to. The stylist who worked two hours on her hair and makeup said she had natural beauty that not everyone possessed and was jealous of her skin tone. She was surprised at her transformation once she was allowed to look at herself in the mirror. She was transformed into a more mature and womanly sex symbol. It was if she was looking at a professional singer who was ready to go up on stage and sing for her fans.

“Ms. Arbor?” She heard a voice call her name from behind her. She stood up and was surprised by the handsome man who stood before her wearing an elegant black tuxedo, accented by a white bow tie. She knew this had to be Mr. Fallon by the self-assured way he presented himself as he regarded her. Just by looking at him she could tell the man oozed power and professionalism.

She held her hand out to him, but he turned it over to kiss instead. “I’m Linc Fallon. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I hope Mac wasn’t too put out by leaving him short handed so you could come and help me out this evening?”

Alison felt the heat from his kiss as she placed her hand by her side. “Mac was fine. He just wanted me to warn you not to get used to stealing me away on too many occasions.” She laughed.

She couldn’t help but to stare at the intoxicating smile he was giving her.

“Yes, well I can’t make any promises there.” He winked at her. “By the way, you look amazing tonight. My guests will have their eyes on you the whole time you are up on that stage singing for them.” He stepped aside, raising his hand. “Will you please join me for a drink before the guests arrive?”

She followed him to an empty table in the back of the room, away from the staff working. He asked for one of the servers to bring two glasses of champagne from the bar.

“This might be my only time to enjoy a drink before I cater to my guests this evening. So tell me, Alison, how long have you lived in Nevada?”

“Not long at all, a little over eighteen months. I moved here after I left Chicago. I wanted to live somewhere different.”

He chuckled. “Well, Las Vegas is definitely a different atmosphere to live in. Most people don’t stick around long before they decide to move somewhere more quiet.”

“I don’t mind it here. I work at the bar most nights and then I usually don’t like to leave my apartment on my days off. I’m more of a hermit, I guess one would say. So, if I might ask, Mr. Fallon...”

“Please call me Linc.”

“Linc, I can see that this club has worked out for you after being opened for a year now, but what else do you do?”

“I have a few very successful strip clubs that I own around town. And I also have numerous investments that I own as well. I do very well for myself.”

She didn’t see any sign of a wedding ring on his finger. “So I assume that your girlfriend doesn’t mind that you own a few strip clubs?” She didn’t want to be too obvious and come right out and ask if he was married or not. But she was definitely curious.

“Are you trying to find out if I am attached in any way, Alison? The answer is no. I am a bachelor through and through. I don’t keep women around long enough to be in a committed relationship. Although my sister Sienna would like to see me settle down now that she is practically married. I guess I just haven’t found the right girl to keep me on the straight and narrow.”

“I’m sure there have been plenty who tried to get your attention.”

He leaned closer to her chair as she sipped on her champagne. The cool liquid tingled down her throat as his scent took over her senses.

“No one has yet to hold my interest... until now.” His finger slid a piece of her curly hair over the back of her ear. The feather-light touch sent an electric shock straight down her spine. His simple touch made her insides go haywire. Her body was reacting the same way her mind was. She was having the same feeling for him that she did for Roc.

There was something about Linc that fascinated her, drew him to her. It was the way she felt about Roc as well. Alison was fascinated and spellbound by two completely different men, but she wasn’t quite sure which she felt more of a connection to. One was in a biker gang and the other was a businessman who looked devilishly handsome in a tux. She couldn’t figure out why she liked the two completely different personalities, but she knew that she was willing to find out if she had a future with either of them.

“Excuse me, Mr. Fallon.” Steve was standing at their table, dressed in a black tux similar to Linc’s. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I need Alison to do a sound check.”

She wasn’t there to socialize with the man who was paying her to be there. She knew that playtime was over for her and she needed to get back to the reason she was there tonight. “I should go—” She started to get up from the table, but his warm hand held her still.

“Have dinner with me tonight after the evening has ended. I don’t want you to rush off once you’ve finished. I want to talk to you some more.”

The way he said it didn’t appear to be a request, but more of a need. She had a feeling not many women said no to him.

There was something in the way that he looked and spoke to her that made her heart skip a beat. Linc Fallon was a man she found herself not being able to say no to. “I would love that, Linc.”

****

Roc waited with Jace and two of the new MC prospects that had been initiated earlier that day. Normally Stone wouldn’t allow prospects to participate in activities, but most of the club members were busy and couldn’t get out of what they had planned on such short notice. The man Linc had set up the transaction with could only meet with them that day, so Jace asked Roc and the two new guys to take a drive with him.

As they waited beside the van, concealed by the thick brush deep in the hills of the desert, Roc listened to Jace speaking to Tag and Jackson. He watched as the two men listened with their arms crossed over their massive chests. Their gangs didn’t just take anyone who wanted to join an MC gang. Other members in the club recommended most new recruits. Marx and Dalton had validated Tag and Jackson when they met them at a biker’s rally they had been to in South Dakota a few years back. The two had wanted to join a club, but had yet to find one that they wanted to be in for life.

“I want the both of you to be quiet and stay here by the van when the whiskey distiller arrives. Most are spooked out when they see more than one person at the drop. Your job will be to load the cases he has and no matter what shit happens to go south, don’t do anything unless Roc or I say we need you. Got it?”

Tag nodded his head at Jace. Roc had noticed that Tag wasn’t very chatty. He kept his opinions to himself and only spoke when spoken to. Roc had a feeling he would work out just fine as a member one day.

Jackson had a Southern accent, maybe from Georgia or south Texas. Roc figured it would eventually come up in a future conversation. He wore old cowboy boots that looked like they had seen better days.

Jackson and Tag were nice enough guys who didn’t look like they would cause any trouble. Hopefully they lasted long enough for Stone to initiate them into their club. Every time Roc looked around, two more of the club members had lost their marbles and found themselves an old lady. They were running out of single members to hang out with and go chasing women at the bars. Not that Roc was running off to the bar, chasing women like he used to. Alison was all he could think about.

In the past few weeks since their last real date, Roc had been in to see her at Mac’s more than a handful of times. Most of time they met at either the bar or somewhere neutral. He left it up to her. He knew she was still trying to battle the demons in her past, so he figured he would worm his way into her heart slowly. Roc would take things at her pace, allow her to decide when the time was right for them to be intimate with each other. He needed her to trust him. Roc was a patient man, but being around her as much as he had been, his patience was wearing thin. He wanted her like no other woman. She was getting used to his intimate touches and embraces during the time he spent with her. He wanted her to familiarize herself with his scent, touch and even the kisses he gave her before he left. His scent was entwining with hers. There was no way she could hold out much longer. Eventually he would break down her walls and she would be his.

“I see a truck headed our way.” Jace nodded his head.

Roc followed Jace to the road and made it known that they were there. The truck stopped in front of them. A short bald man exited from the cab and walked toward them. He looked around and saw Tag and Jackson standing beside the van.

“You cops?”

Jace replied, “No, sir. Do we look like cops to you? Now let’s get these cases unloaded so we can be on our way.”

He eyed them from head to toe, taking in their leather vests and boots and then nodded. “Good enough. Can’t be too careful these days, you know.”

Jace tilted his head at Tag and Jackson to come help load the boxes into the van. Once everything was inside Jace finished up with the man as the three of them waited inside the van.

Roc watched as the man took off down the road, kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake. Jace got in the van and took off down the road.

“That was too easy,” Jace said as he kept looking in his mirrors.

Roc looked in his side mirror and watched as an old yellow beat-up truck hauled ass past them. He wasn’t able to see inside to take a look at the driver, because the truck went past them too fast. He watched as the truck turned down a dirt road just ahead of them. Something inside him told him to be cautious. He looked at Jace as he pulled the gun from behind his back. They never went on an assignment unprepared. This was one of those times he had a feeling he would need his piece.

Jace looked over his shoulder. “Tag... Jackson, I hope you’re carrying today?”

Tag slid a hunting knife from the leather clip attached to his belt and turned it side to side, admiring it. “Never leave home without it.”

Roc watched as Jackson slid a small handgun from the inside of his cowboy boot. “Let’s just say we don’t ride anywhere without some kind of protection.” He checked the barrel, making sure that it was locked and loaded.

Roc could see the yellow truck peek out from the edge of the tree he was trying to hide behind. But Jace saw him first and decided to pull over and see what the hell the driver’s intention was. Roc followed Jace from the van, leaving Jackson and Tag to sneak around, coming up on the rear.

The man exited his yellow truck, along with his passenger.

“Can I help you, friend?” Jace asked the driver. “Car trouble?”

The man with the white T-shirt leaned up against his truck while his passenger walked around toward him. “Nope. We just wanted to buy some of what you got in that there van of yours.”

Jace looked at the man and crossed his arms defensively. “I have no idea what you are talking about. So how about we all get back into our vehicles and go on about our business?”

His passenger lifted a rifle from the back of the truck. “Not before we get what we came for. We know the old man sold you some hooch and we’re here to take it off your hands. Now go get the cases and load them in the back of our truck.”

“Do as my friend here says and he won’t have to put a bullet in your chest.”

Jace held his hands in the air as they watched Tag and Jackson sneak up behind the two men.

Jackson raised his gun just as Roc was reaching for the pistol behind his back. “I’d lower your weapon if I were you,” he said behind the man with the rifle. The man was too anxious and shot off a shell before Jackson had the chance to jump out of the way.

Tag lunged for the guy, taking away the rifle and pointing it at him in return. “Don’t fuckin’ move, dirt bag.” He looked at Jackson as he rolled over in the dirt. There was blood coming from his shoulder.

Roc aimed his gun at the driver. “Shit. Stupid idiot. I should shoot your ass and your friend too and bury your sorry asses in a shallow grave.”

Jace helped Jackson to his feet.

Jackson held his arm. “I’m okay.” He looked at the wound. “It doesn’t look too deep. I think the dumb son of a bitch just grazed me.”

Jace looked to the two morons who were being held at gunpoint by Tag. “If Jackson here wasn’t shot in the arm, I was planning on letting our new prospects have a go with you boys. Now how will I ever break these two prospects in for their initiation?”

Jackson gave Tag a devious look. “I still have one good arm.”