(Sven)

I walked out of her bathroom and back into her bedroom. She was half asleep but I could see her eyeing me up as I walked closer to her. Her eyes went from my chest, down my core and stopping only to look at the few tattoos I had near my abs until her vision finally rested on my spent cock swaying half erect between my legs. Even at half mast I was big enough to make most guys jealous.

I walked up the bed and she reached out to touch me, running her hand down my abs to my legs, circling her finger around my cock before taking it in her grip and lightly stroking it from the base to the tip.

I looked down at her gorgeous naked body, her hips and ass that just begged for more of me, that mouth that I definitely wanted to see wrapped around my cock, nothing cleared my head like a nice hard fuck with a tight bodied young girl.

I climbed into bed on top of her, kissing her and eyeing the naked body that lay before me. It would take a few minutes before I’d be able to go again after all of that, no need to rush things.

I rolled off of her and lay beside her, pulling her in so that she had her head resting on my chest. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman actually laying on top of me like this. It wasn’t because I didn’t have the chance to it was because I would either kick them out of my bed when I was done with them or I’d tell them I was going to the bathroom and then sneak out of their apartments. I always wondered how long they’d wait for me to come back, laying in that bed more satisfied than they’d ever been in their life with the scent of my lips on their necks and their pussy full of everything that I gave them.

When I had walked out of Emma’s bathroom I didn’t even think about sneaking out, might be the first time the thought never crossed my mind. I wonder what it was about this girl that made me stay, even if it was just for now.

She ran her fingers through my hair, looking up at me while I looked out her window at the mountain view nearby. There was something about this town that calmed me, something that quieted the voices deep down inside me that reminded me of all the lives I’ve taken, all the mothers who no longer had a son, all the families I’ve destroyed in the name of the Freedom Riders. My Freedom Riders.

“Did you really kill men tonight?” she asked, bringing the faces of the men who I shot right back into my head. I couldn’t blame her, she was resting her head on the chest of a murderer, in all actuality she should be running from me out of fear for her life yet here she was.

“No… I killed scum. I killed people who produce a product that ruin lives even if.” I cut myself off, I couldn’t validate this to myself by saying these people ruined lives. I ruined lives, the Freedom Riders ruined lives because they peddled the shit to the people of Boston. I had no room to talk and I didn’t even want to talk about it with her. Not here and not yet.

“It’s something I try not to think about” I said pulling her closer into me.

“Can you at least tell me something about you then? Something about your life back in Boston? What do you do when you’re not riding with the Freedom Riders? What do you do when you’re not fighting in turf wars or whatever it is that you’re fighting for?”

What do I tell her? I do tell her everything? Part of me wanted to tell her everything, the only people who knew everything about me were in the ground or have been missing for years. Hell even Barron and Saul were on a need to know basis. Yeah I considered them my friends, brothers even, and I mean that as more than just club brothers.

I wasn’t ready, there was nothing that bound me to this girl just yet, if I told her about me now and it came back and bit me in the ass or hurt the Riders in some way I would never forgive myself. I had to see how serious about all of this she actually was.

“You already know a few things about me” I said trying to deflect the question. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself, all I know about you is that you live here with your mom and sister-”

“Half sister” she said correcting me.

“Right, half sister. I also know that you don’t want to be here in this town.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked me.

It was my job to read people, to know how they were feeling and to know if they were telling the truth to me or not. I could tell as soon as I laid eyes on this girl when I sat down at that bar that she didn’t want to be here. Why else would she go to a bar that early, drink to herself while reading that old notebook of hers, and then get up and leave at the first sign of human contact.

She rolled over and sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I don’t want to be in this town because a lot of bad things happened to me here. Even if the source of that negativity is gone there are so many reminders of it in this house… in my family… I just want to go far away from here. I want to not think about these thoughts anymore.”

She reminded me of myself, maybe that’s why I felt some kind of connection with her. The difference was that she wanted to leave all the reminders of her past problems behind. I had my reminders trapped inside of me, and almost every night I would desperately try to drown those reminders in beer and whiskey. Even if I left the Freedom Riders, something that I didn’t think I could ever do, my problems would follow me to the ends of the earth.

“I was so close” she continued as I looked at her face lit up by the moonlight. “I was so close to being off and on my own, just a few mistakes and suddenly I’m right back here. Right back where I started with no idea what to do. Now with those men who I don’t even know just waiting outside my house I just have one more thing to worry about. I have no idea what’s even going on anymore. I just want to be far away from all of this, I just want to forget about everything that’s ever hurt-”

I pulled her in by her wrist and kissed her, interrupting her speech by wrapping my lips around hers. She ran her hand down the stubble on my face as she moaned softly into my mouth. I still wanted to know more about her, but right now I think we both needed a distraction, and I knew the perfect one.

I pulled her on top of me and she began grinding into me with her hips as we kissed. I could already feel myself getting ready for another go.

She broke our kiss and straddled me, positioning herself just above my already rock hard cock.

This was gonna be a good distraction.