Rusty was left with a lot to think about by the time Dax picked him up and they got back to the clubhouse. Dax didn't say a word about any of it, he just acted like he really had left him there to watch Saint while he took Blue down to the Easter egg hunt. When they got back to the clubhouse Dax said, “Stay as long as you want and have a good time. It might take Toolie a few days to get to your bike though. You want to leave it here? I can have one of the prospects run you home when you're ready to go.”

“Sure, sounds good, thanks.”

Once they were inside the club, Dax introduced him to a few more of the guys and then left him to attend to whatever business a club president attends to on Easter Sunday. As soon as he was gone, Rusty went up to the bar. “Hey there, glad to see you're back,” Shelly said. “You want another beer?” Rusty did...he wanted it fucking bad. But everything Saint said, the yellowing of the other man's skin and eyes, and everything Blue told him, the little girl living without a father, the woman that would never walk again...all of it was swirling around in his head. Despite all of that, he was about to give in and tell Shelly he did want a beer, when something about her caught his attention. Her arms were covered in tats, he had noticed that earlier, of course...but, what he didn't notice then was right in the center of her right forearm there were words...it was a prayer, the Serenity prayer, the prayer used by twelve-step programs to ask God for strength to get through one more sober day.

“I'm a drug addict,” Shelly said. Rusty looked up at her face. “I used to be anyways. I mean, I'm still an addict of course, but I've been sober for three years.”

“Oh, good for you.” People were so raw here, so honest. Rusty wasn't used to that. Within his family, yes...but the people he was used to, the ones that made millions of dollars a year, they were a lot tighter with their personal information. It was both refreshing and unnerving at the same time. The unnerving part came when they expected him to be as open as they were.

“You working the steps?” she asked him. When he didn't answer right away she said, “Sorry, don't mean to be nosy. I just noticed you didn't touch the beer I poured you earlier and you seemed so interested in my tat. You don't have to answer though...”

“You have a room here?”

She looked slightly shocked, but she recovered quickly. “Yeah...I mean, I live in the house with a bunch of the girls, but there's a room we could use upstairs. You meant we, right?”

He smiled. She was a chatty one...but she was also a hot one and maybe satisfying his craving for sex...real, human contact, would distract him for a while from how badly he wanted a drink. “Yeah, I meant we.”

“Okay, give me a second. Hey Weasel!” She yelled across the room to a guy wearing a kutte that said, “Prospect” on the back. When he turned toward them, Rusty understood why they called him “Weasel.” His eyes sat right on top of either side of his nose, which was long and straight. “Cover for me?”

Weasel made a face, but he came toward them. When he reached the bar he glanced at Rusty and then asked Shelly, “For how long?”

Shelly looked at Rusty and with a hopeful look she said, “The rest of the night?”

Rusty chuckled, Weasel rolled his eyes and Shelly placed the towel she had in her hand on Weasel's shoulder. “I'll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said as she rounded the bar and held her hand out to Rusty. He took it and ignored the looks from everyone else in the room as she led him up the stairs. When they got there, she used a key to open the third door in the hallway and Rusty followed her inside. It was a simple bedroom with a bed and dresser, a closet and attached bathroom. He looked at the bed and suddenly wondered how many other guys Shelly had been there with.

“Hey,” she said. “You having second thoughts?”

“I just don't usually do this...this way,” he said. Yeah, usually I order a hooker. That's much more romantic. Shelly still had his hand in hers. She led him over to the bed and they sat down.

“We can just talk if you want to.”

Rusty smiled again. She was a sweet girl and she probably deserved much better than a quick fuck by a guy that she might never see again. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Does that twelve-step stuff really work? I mean, I hear you when you say you've been sober for three years, but is that just self-determination...or...?”

“Oh hell no, honey. I still want a taste of it sometimes, even now. Hell, a lot of the time. When I do, I usually have to get myself to a meeting. Thankfully Dax doesn't allow anything stronger than weed around here and I was never big into alcohol, because if I was in a place where anything else was readily accessible, I don't know if I'd have the willpower to say no.”

“What did you use?”

“Opiates, mostly. I took a lot of pills, but I also smoked it, snorted it...everything short of putting it in my veins. Thank God I never got to that point, but I was in a bad way when I first came here.”

“Where'd you come from?”

“I was living on the streets. One of the guys picked me up and we came out here to fuck. He and I didn't work out, but I loved this place and the people here. Dax told me I couldn't stay here though if I was still using. So I left and it took me about a month and another arrest for possession before I decided I was tired of living that life. I went to a meeting in a church in Boston and some people there helped me get through the withdrawal process. When that shit was over...and I do mean shit…” She laughed. “I came back here and Dax gave me a job as a bartender. I hit at least two meetings a week and I've worked through all the steps, I even made amends with my mom who I hadn't spoken to for five years.”

“Good for you,” Rusty said. “You asked me before if I was in the program and I didn't answer you. The truth is, I need to be...it's just hard for me to admit. I did rehab before and I guess that worked...it dried me out and got it out of my system, but I didn't really learn any new ways to deal with things, you know?”

She nodded. “I've never been in rehab,” she said. “I couldn't afford it. But I hear that a lot. The good thing about going to meetings is the support. You get yourself a sponsor you can call up when you're having a hard time and you listen to what everyone else has to say...get tips on what works and what doesn't. It's all good. You want to go to a meeting? I'll go with you.”

Rusty put his hand on the side of her face and leaned down to brush his lips against hers. She smelled so good and her kiss was soft, and sweet. Pulling back just enough so that he could speak he said, “I do want to go to a meeting...but I want you more...”

Shelly smiled. “It's early. We could do both.”

Rusty brought his mouth back down to hers and really kissed her. He could feel the electricity sizzling between them as their tongues tangled up and their lips pressed together. Shelly bit lightly at his bottom lip while they kissed, sucking it into his mouth. She reached up and grasped onto his shoulders and pulled him down tighter. Rusty's arms were around her waist, running up her back underneath her shirt, touching her warm skin. While they both deepened the kiss, her fingernails dug into his shoulders through his shirt and he ran one hand all the way up and gripped the back of her short hair with it. He pulled her head back slightly and ran his mouth down to her neck. He kissed and sucked across it and his cock hardened with each whimper that came from her mouth,

Rusty kept his mouth on her skin as he pushed her down so that her back was against the bed. Then he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pushed it up over her breasts. She was wearing a purple lace bra and the sight of her soft mounds swelling over the top of the cups had him licking his lips. He slipped a hand underneath her and she arched her back up as he unhooked her bra, and then she finished pulling off her shirt and let the bra go with it. Rusty kissed her mouth again before giving each one of her breasts a kiss and a light suckle. Shelly moaned and writhed under him and when he stood up, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and lifted her butt off the bed so that he could pull them off of her. He took the lacy purple thong she was wearing down with them and slipped off her shoes before letting them all fall to the floor. Then as she lay there on the bed, naked and fucking hot, Rusty began taking off his clothes. Shelly watched, licking her own lips every so often and sending a shiver down his spine as she did. When he pushed down his shorts and his rock-hard cock popped out, she reached for it. Her hand was small and barely fit around him, but she got a good grip and began to stroke him up and down slowly from tip to base. She used her thumb to guide the bead of velvety fluid at the tip along the shaft and make it easier for her to pump him up and down. The warmth of her hand, the way she was moving it and just the sight of her looking up at him was driving him crazy. He started to pull back so he could get a condom out of his wallet, but before he could move, her tongue was out and she was licking around the tip of his aching cock.

“Oh Jesus,” he whispered. She smiled and opened her lips. Sliding her hand to the base of his cock, she let her lips slide over the tip and then she began to engulf him slowly. She definitely knew what she was doing and Rusty was enjoying every second of it. Once she had nearly his full length in her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down the underside of it and then began to bob her head up and down, taking him in nearly to the back of her throat each time before letting him slide nearly all the way out. Rusty had his hands on her head, fingers gripping her short hair, pushing her head down harder each time and moving his hips. His body felt like it was on fire and he could hardly catch his breath. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman...too fucking long. He finally had to pull back, he didn't want to waste what was building up inside of him in her mouth.

He reached down and picked her underneath her arms and moved her higher up on the bed. With one knee pressing down next to her, he reached over and slid two of his fingers between her thighs. She was soaking wet and as soon as he touched the puffy lips of her soaked pussy she let out a sound from the back of her throat. It was a high-pitched, needy trill that bounced off of every solid surface in the room. It caused Rusty's cock to throb and he put his other leg up on the bed pulled his fingers back and picked her up by her thighs. He pulled her butt up off the bed and rested her thighs on his shoulders as he shoved his face into her pussy. She was so sweet, and he rubbed his face in all that silky liquid while his tongue went crazy licking her up and down, swirling around her clit and sliding between her lips and into her hot tunnel. That sound she was making was so fucking sexy and every time Rusty heard it, he had to concentrate on not coming. He licked, sucked and nibbled until she was gasping.

“Rusty!” She finally breathed out. With his mouth still against her sensitive flesh he growled out,

“Yes?”

“Fuck me! Please!” He pulled his face out from between her legs and looked down at hers. She was sweating and her brightly colored hair stuck to the sides of her brightly flushed face. He let her legs down and then leaned over and softly kissed her lips. The bottom one was swollen from her biting down on it while he was licking her pussy. There was a little dribble of blood on the inside of it and he used his tongue to lick it off before whispering,

“I'm gonna get a condom...don't move.”

“In the nightstand,” she gasped out. Rusty reached over to the little nightstand next to the bed and pulled open the drawer. He reminded himself where he was, when he was surprised at what he saw there. The drawer was full of every size, texture and color of condom. He pulled out a Magnum with ridges and Shelly watched with lustful eyes as he rolled it on.

Once he had the condom in place he used one hand to flip her over on her belly. She lifted her butt up as soon as he did. It was big and round and her waist was small...damn, she was fine. She looked better than the women he'd paid a ton of money for in the past. He lifted his hand and smacked that ass and watched it wiggle. Shelly moaned like she liked it, so he did it again before at last taking his cock in his hand and running it up and down between her legs. It felt so good that he thought he might explode. He felt her entire body shudder and she pushed her butt back against him and whispered,

“Please.”

Rusty was finished teasing. He pressed into her and felt the silk of her muscles envelop him. They both let out a little cry as he buried himself up inside of her. She felt so fucking good...he wished that he could feel her skin to skin, but he wasn't going to complain. He gripped onto her hips with both hands and began to move in and out of her. He wasn't going slow, or easy and Shelly seemed to like it that way. She pushed back against him as hard as he pushed into her and it sounded like she was biting down on the pillow now as the sounds she was making were coming out all muffled and soft. He could feel it as she got even more excited and he knew she was close to coming. He suddenly felt the need to see her face when she came. He pulled back and she let out a long whimper and collapsed into the pillow. Rusty grabbed her by the waist and turned her over, positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned down and licked one of her nipples. Her hands were suddenly in his hair, pushing his face into her chest. He licked harder and then sucked the nipple into his mouth and played with it, loving the way she was encouraging him with whispered words of praise every time she caught her breath. He moved over and sucked on the other one for a while and when she was clawing at his back and begging him to fuck her again, he drove into her...deep and hard.

“Oh fuck! Oh Jesus!” She was digging her nails into him, holding on tight as he plunged in and out of her. It wasn't long before she said, “I'm going to come Rusty...fuck!” He held her tighter and fucked her harder and faster until he felt her whole body seize up and the walls of her pussy clamp down tightly around him. She screamed and for just a fraction of a second, he wondered if the people downstairs could hear her but as he rocked into her his own orgasm finally reached an uncontrollable peak and he didn't give a damn any longer who was listening. He let out a long, loud growl as he exploded from the inside out, and when he did, Shelly reached up and grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him hard. Her tongue in his mouth while the waves of his orgasm washed over him again and again sent goosebumps skittering down both his arms and his spine. He hadn't felt chemistry with a woman like this in a long time, and it felt amazing.