Colt dumped the cash onto the bed, setting aside the gun and stocking she’d used as a mask. Counting didn’t take long because, unlike the money from the carnival, this time the cash was neatly bundled and labeled.
“$158,000,” Sierra breathed. She picked up the pen and pad the motel provided and began to scribble as Colt restacked the cash into the saddle bags. She felt a rush as she looked at the number, unable to believe it, so she did the math again and got the same answer. “$23,700…each,” she breathed. She stared as Colt tossed bundles to her, finishing by peeling off a few bills from one bundle.
“There you go. Your share. How does it feel?” He asked as he sat aside an identical bundle for himself.
She carefully picked up the five bundles and the few bills, her hands shaking uncontrollably as her breath caught in her chest. She could feel the tears coming, but try as she might, she couldn’t stop them. She turned away, placing the money in the side table drawer as she tried to get control of her emotions. “Thank you,” she said softly, her back still to him, not wanting him to see her tears.
“Hey, you earned it.”
She wiped her eyes and turned to look at him. “That’s more money than I could dream of. I used to dream of finding a hundred dollars, or getting a bonus at Christmas. But this…”
“It should be enough to give you a start.”
She circled the bed, stopped in front of him and took him into her arms, then laid her head against his chest. “Thank you.”
“Be careful,” he cautioned. “You can’t deposit that much cash in the bank without tripping all kinds of alarms.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that any deposit over $10,000 in cash and you have to fill out some paperwork and the IRS is going to be notified. You don’t want that, obviously.”
Sierra stood still, thinking. There was so much she didn’t know. “Okay. Thank you.”
He smiled. To be so strong she seemed so fragile right now and he realized how tough her life must be. He looked down at her and waited until she tipped her face up. As she did he slowly lowered his lips to hers and she took them, slowly, erotically, the kiss traveling the length of him and causing his cock to spring to life.
“Are you ready for me to pay off the rest of my debt now?” she whispered as she slowly stepped back from the kiss.
“No debt.”
“Even better,” she smiled as she pulled her polo over her head before unfastening her bra, holding it in place after pulling the straps from her shoulders. She watched as he skinned out of his shirt, pants and underwear, her mouth almost watering in anticipation.
He moved in and turned her around so he was standing behind her before he carefully pulled the brassiere from her hands and let it fall. He traced his fingers gently under her breasts as he nuzzled her neck. Her skin was flawless, smooth and without mark, and for some reason his shampoo and soap smelled better on her than he would have imagined possible. He kissed her slowly, wanting to take his time and enjoy her as he hadn’t enjoyed a woman in a long time. There was no pressure, nothing to prove, just a man and a woman enjoying life’s most basic pleasure.
She almost moaned as his hands slid slowly down her stomach and began to pluck at the button to loosen her pants. This was so unlike their previous encounters where the sex was rough and one-sided, Colt being slow and gentle in a way she hadn’t expected but welcomed. She tried to turn to face him, but he held her, pulling her back into him and pressing his hardness into her ass. She desperately wanted to kiss him, so she twisted her head as far around as she could before pulling his head forward and down until their lips met.
He allowed her to turn in his arms, pulling her in tight as they kissed, their tongues engaged in a slow and erotic match. He pulled back and began to kiss down her body, kneeling in front of her as he slowly slid her pants down and off her feet. The room was cool, the air-conditioning pumping, and he liked how her skin pimpled slightly in gooseflesh.
His tongue was leaving behind a trail of delicious coolness in stark contrast to the heat of his breath and lips. She squirmed and cooed in anticipation, her hands on the back of his head, as he kissed his way lower. He paused at her womanhood, his soft breath between her legs heating her up even more. She waited but he made no movement and finally, after a seeming eternity, she couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled his face to her most intimate area.
He waited, softly breathing on her pussy, forcing her to make the first move. He smiled to himself as she finally pulled his head forward in a suggestion he was delighted to follow. He moved in, kissing her softly, flicking her with his tongue, enjoying how she ground her hips into his face as she gasped, panted and purred in pleasure.
She’d been pleasured by a man’s mouth before, but it was never like this. She didn’t know if it was because she was wound so tight or because Colt was exceptionally skilled at pleasing a woman, but she felt weak and unsteady on her feet as his tongue darted and probed. She could feel an orgasm of epic proportions building and she began to whimper. She took a half-step back and felt the bed hit the back of her legs. Colt pressed in, pushing her back, and she flopped to the bed, grateful to be off her feet so that she could truly enjoy the coming maelstrom.
He followed her to the bed, pausing only long enough so they didn’t hurt themselves as she collapsed onto the crisp linens. He bore in, roughly massaging her clit with his tongue while making sounds as if were enjoying the most delightful treat. She began to gasp and moan softly, her hips thrusting harder and with more urgency as she approached her orgasm. He pressed in harder, battering her clit with his tongue, pulling and tugging at her with his lips as he continued his sweet torment until he felt her begin to tighten up, her orgasm beginning to take her.
“No...” she moaned, trying to hold his head to herself as he pulled away. “Please…”
He forced himself from her gasp, batting her hands away so she couldn’t finish herself. It was a mean thing to do, but he smiled as he rolled to his back and reached for the condom he’d placed on the nightstand. He would finish her soon enough.
Sierra tingled, her skin alive as if a million tiny jolts of electricity danced along her skin. She tried to will herself into orgasm, clawing desperately for her release, but Colt left her hanging on the precipice, teetering on the knife-edge of climax. Finally, after long agonizing seconds, the pending orgasm melted away.
“You fuck,” she growled in frustration as he moved away from her, tumbling to his back. She hated that shit eating grin he was wearing as he sheathed himself and she vowed to fuck that smile right off his face. He began to tug at her, steering her leg over him. Finally! she sighed as she moved over him.
She settled on him as he held himself erect, the sensation of his cock sliding in her channel making him gasp softly, her moan as they finally joined sending an erotic chill through him. She was incredibly wet and tighter than any woman he’d fucked in a long time.
Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress the sound of her pleasure as he entered her, stretching her in a way she never felt before, touching places no man had ever touched. The orgasm that was melting away came roaring back, stronger than before. She began to move, intending to pound him through the bed, to make herself come as hard as possible, as often as possible, and to fuck him until she collapsed from exhaustion.
“Relax,” he breathed as he held her down, preventing her from rising. “Slow down. We’ve got all night.”
She groaned again in frustration, but sat still, relishing the feel of him inside of her. If he would just let me take the edge off! Finally his grip relaxed and she began to move, slowly, rocking on her knees as he began to softly caress her breasts. Her orgasm was stalled by her slow pace, her need twisting her tight as her climax slowly grew and made her ache for her release.
“Oh…fuck!” she breathed, gritting her teeth as she fought the urge to ride him hard and fast until she came.
“That’s it,” he breathed as his fingers played over the erect points of her breasts. He smiled, the profound look of pleasure on her face making his cock feel like it was swelling even larger. Normally he was in control, but Sierra made him feel wild and unable to restrain himself. Fuck it! he growled to himself. If we’re going to fuck, then let’s fuck!
He pulled her down until her lips bare millimeters from his. “Are you ready?” he whispered as he drew his legs up, preparing to give her what she wanted…what he wanted.
She kissed him furiously in way of answer, whimpering and moaning into the kiss as he exploded into motion, pounding into her furiously hard. She broke from the kiss, gently biting his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming in pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast. The lurking orgasm came forward with a rush, bearing down on her like a runaway train, surrounding and drowning her in pleasure. The climax hit her like an avalanche, devastating and unstoppable in its power. She tried to rear up against his embrace, but he crushed her to his chest as he continued to pound into her like a machine, the sounds of their joining lost as she began to moan softly in pleasure.
Her breath was coming in great gasping heaves before she began to keen softly and her nails bit into his arms painfully hard. He could feel her straining under the weight of her release as she whimpered and then began to keen softly again.
Her orgasm destroyed her, a never-ending wave of pleasure that burned through her like a wildfire. She wanted to scream and curse and cry, unable to accept the pleasure of their coupling as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and clung to Colt as if her life depended on it. Just when she thought she could accept no more pleasure, he crushed her tighter still, shuddering as he growled low and deep in his chest as he thrust even harder and faster before throwing his head back with a bark and lifting her off the bed as he pushed up with his legs.
He held her aloft as his orgasm ripped through him, his legs shaking as he spilled his essence into her. It had been a long time since he’d come so hard, but that was what she did to him, and he liked it. His hips fell as his orgasm released him, her lips finding his as he sighed in relief and satisfaction.
“Are you done?” she whispered after their lips finally parted.
“Are you?”
She kissed him gently again. She needed a moment more to gather her strength, but then… “Not even close.”
He could already feel the passion increasing in their kiss and he began to pump his hips slowly. “Good. Neither am I.”
Sierra couldn’t stop smiling as she dried her hair. They had gone again, after their first tumble, in a long hard mating that had left them sweaty and out of breath. They had slept for a time until Colt woke her as he nursed her breast, which led to another round of fucking, first in the bed and then in a chair before they collapsed into another exhausted sleep. Finally, she’d gotten her toes curled again this morning in the shower as he pressed her against the wall and fucked her so slowly they may have drained every drop of hot water in the place.
“Are you ready for Reno?” Colt asked as he spat toothpaste into the sink.
“Yes. Will you stay the night?”
“I think I can be talked into that.”
Her smile widened. She certainly hoped so. Her itch was temporally scratched, but it would return by the time they arrived in Reno. “Colt, can I ask you something?” He was acting completely different this morning, his normal aloofness missing.
“Sure. What?”
“I know you said you wouldn’t tell me what you’re planning to do to take the club straight, but when you do, if I have the money, is it something I can invest in?”
“Invest in?”
“Yeah. If there is one thing I’ve learned, if you want to make money you have to own the business. The Candills own practically everything in Gallup and they live in a nice house and drive nice cars. I don’t want to be working for minimum wage the rest of my life.”
“What makes you think you want to invest in it?”
“I might not, but I trust you. I think if you think it’s a good idea, it probably is.”
He thought it over. He’d considered bringing in outside investors before he rejected the idea, not wanting to give up control. “I’ll have to think about it.” He paused as he thought. “You could come back with me. Be part of the solution and not part of the problem.”
She stared at him a moment. “Join the DVMC? Are you serious?”
“Sure. Why not? I can’t promise you much, but you can handle yourself and I can always use another person I can trust on my crew. You could pool your take with ours, be a part owner in what I have planned.”
“And if I don’t want to do that?”
“What? Join the club or be part of something bigger?”
“Either. Both.”
Colt shrugged. “There’s always Reno. But there are easier ways to earn money, big money, than busting your ass eight to five every day. How would you like to have a payday like yesterday once or twice a month?”
She licked her lips as she thought it over. So much money… “You don’t worry about being caught?”
“Of course I do. That’s why I’m careful and think this shit out first. So we don’t get caught.”
“Would I be your old lady?”
He chuckled. “I can’t promise you love, Sierra, but I can promise you a better life than you had if you pull your weight on my crew. If you throw in with us, and show us we can trust you, you could be on the ground floor of something big.” He paused and grinned sly at her. “And for a while anyway, I want to give you the fucking you deserve every night.”
She flashed hot at the thought of getting every night what she got last night and again this morning. “If I throw in with you, you’ll tell me what you’re planning?”
“After a time. Seems only fair you know what you are investing in.”
“And if I choose not to?”
“That’s fine, too.”
“And if I decide not to stay in the club?”
“So long as you don’t violate our trust, then you can leave if you wish, but let’s be very clear here, Sierra. If you cross us, if you talk about the DVMC with anyone, then I will hunt you down myself. Are we clear about that?”
She nodded, remembering, once again, that despite Colt’s laid-back demeanor, he wasn’t a man to cross. “I understand and you have my word.”
“Good enough. You need some time to think about it?”
“Can we start? I have three hours to think about it on the way.”
Colt grinned. “Sure. But if you wait until we have to turn around and come back to make up your mind, I might have to charge you.”
“I wouldn’t mind paying,” she smiled in return. “Can we stop and get some clothes before we leave? I’m tired of wearing the same clothes all the time…and they smell.”
They first stopped for some civvies, a collection of shirts, jeans and underwear. As they walked out she surprised him by asking to get a leather jacket, and he knew just the place.
The clerk had helped her pick out a riding jacket, then, perhaps sensing an opportunity, had encouraged her to take a pair of pants. When she stepped out of the changing booth, his cock almost instantly began to harden. The pants fit her just right, clinging to her like a second skin and showing off her ass to perfection. The opening of the vest drew the eye to the bulge of her breasts, made more appealing by the two open buttons of the white shirt underneath.
“What do you think?” she asked as she sauntered up. She hadn’t intended to buy anything other than the jacket, but the look on Colt’s face, and everyone else’s in the store, changed her mind.
“Hot as fuck,” he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.
That settled it, and made up her mind on what to do, so she purchased the entire outfit, along with a pair of boots, helmet and a set of shades. It cost her over a grand, but she didn’t mind. For a while, at least, she was going to go with Colt.
Sierra stepped out of the store, decked out in black. She looked like any other member of the DVMC, save for the patch, and she looked damned good, too, if she did say so herself. She slid her shades on and buckled her helmet, feeling every bit the badass biker bitch.
“You’re sure about this?” Colt asked as she settled behind him.
“No. But I’m doing it anyway.”
The rumble of the big Harley drowned out his chuckle. One thing about Sierra, she didn’t back down.
As they bellowed north, Sierra tucked in tight to Colt’s back, the desert flowed past in a brown and tan blur. She might not be his old lady, but she certainly affected him in ways that a woman hadn’t in a long time. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but at this moment, just the two of them on his hog, free from the concerns of the DVMC as the Harley sang its road song, it looked at bright as the Nevada sun.