Chapter Nine

Carson

 

It was hard to get her out of my head as I stalked towards my bike, anger and lust coursing through my veins. Damn her, I thought, my eyes flashing. She thinks she’s so much smarter than me! I’ll show her!

 

I hopped on my bike and rode home. That night, I was meeting Josh, Tommy, and Steel out at a bar. I wondered if Josh was finally gonna talk about the Aztecs; if we didn’t do something soon, I had a feeling they were about to become a real problem. The whole time I was in the shower and getting ready, I thought about Caroline. I remembered how her hot little body responded to mine with such catlike grace and desire. I could smell the fumes wafting off of her, that’s how hot she’d been. If I’d yanked up her dress and plunged my cock inside of her, I bet she wouldn’t have even made me wear a rubber.

 

Thinking about Caroline and her little curvy body was too much right now. My cock started to get hard and at first I ignored it, but stroking myself with her spicy vanilla and chili scent in my mind felt too good. I closed my eyes as I stroked my cock in long, hard motions in the shower, using some conditioner as lube. My hand was warm and wet and tight, but not nearly as tight as good pussy. I somehow had a feeling that Caroline was so tight she could stir up a monk.

 

After the shower, I felt unusually drained. I hoped tonight would be low-key. I didn’t have to work the next day, but with the state I was in, I didn’t want to bring anybody home. The air felt tense and heavy; I couldn’t deal with some random bimbo’s questions just then.

 

When I got to the bar, I looked around. Diane wasn’t there, but there was a cute little blonde working the tables. She was wearing jean shorts so high that they were creeping into her labia; I could see the round swell of each ass cheek. There was a white tank top knotted tightly beneath her breasts, and I could see her pink nipples through the thin cotton. My cock chafed and twitched in my pants, but I wasn’t grateful for the distraction. She gave me a big smile.

 

“Carson, it’s been so long since I saw you,” she said sweetly, coming over to hug me. I felt her tits press into my chest and I had to pull away. “I’m home from college; you can see I’m all grown up now.” She smiled a gap-toothed smile at me and suddenly, I remembered her. She was a friend of Eddie’s older daughter. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been in high school with glasses and her hair in braids. I raked a hand through my hair and looked at her from an arm’s length. Her pink-glossed lips were curved into a sensuous smile.

 

“I remember you,” I said gruffly. She giggled and jumped up and down, I caught myself staring at her tits bouncing. “How old are you now?”

 

She grinned and bit her lower lip. “Eighteen!” she chirped.

 

I clapped a hand to my forehead. “Chris,” I muttered. “I need a beer.”

 

She laughed and walked away, carrying her tray propped up against the curve of her hips that was just starting to look womanly. Towards the back of the bar I saw Tommy and Josh. Josh was the spitting image of Tommy, only twenty years older and with a lot more scars and tattoos. Compared to him, Tommy looked like a freshfaced little kid.

 

“Hey, man,” they greeted me, clapping me on the back. “What’s good? You took so long to get here, we were gonna drink all the beer!”

 

I laughed shortly. “Close work,” I said, referencing our code for domestic issues. “I had to escort someone home.”

 

Josh raised his eyebrows. “You’re on club time today,” he drawled. “You think about that?”

 

I shook my head. “It took thirty minutes, tops,” I told him casually. “I’m here now. Trust me.”

 

The little blonde waltzed over to our table with a pitcher of beer and a shot glass full of a murky amber liquid. She smiled at me again, and my cock twitched.

 

“Hey, boys,” she said with a flirtatious smile. “I’m just bringin’ y’all a fresh pitcher. And I’m gonna give Carson here a shot, since he’s got some catching up to do.”

 

Josh and Tommy snickered; I wondered if somehow they hadn’t asked her to do that before I even showed up. “Sure,” I said, reaching out and taking the glass, I held it up to the blonde, winked at her, and knocked it back. I saw a flash of desire and admiration on her face and as she walked away, I knew she was blushing.

 

“She’s not old enough to be my sister,” Tommy grumbled. “You want first crack at her, Carson?”

 

I laughed and threw my head back. “Maybe after about ten more of these,” I said, showing Tommy the empty glass. “I’m not much for jailbait.”

 

The three of us caught up and before I knew it, I was feeling red-faced and sweaty. One of the guys put some old country on the jukebox and the blonde girl got up and danced on the bar. The men couldn’t take their eyes off of her. Her youth was like a magnet that drew them, regardless of marital status or whether they had a girlfriend at home.

 

“She’s smoking,” Tommy said, whistling. “You gonna go for that tonight?”

 

I looked at him. Normally, we wouldn’t be competing like this. But I’d felt like something was wrong, like some kind of trouble was brewing ever since that standoff with the Aztecs. I nodded. “Sure am,” I said, digging my hands deep in my pockets and walking over. Caroline’s face flashed through my mind. Damn her, I thought.

 

The blonde hopped down from the bar and took a bow. When she walked over to me, I saw that her color was high and her face was flushed. “Hi,” she said in a twang. “Wanna dance?”

 

I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I don’t dance,” I grunted in her ear. “You feel like comin’ outside with me?”

 

She giggled for a moment, and it occurred to me how young she really was. But as she pressed her tits up against me, I found myself not caring. “Sure,” she whispered. “Just let me go tell the boss.”

 

I nodded. When she came back, I realized I didn’t even know what her name was. She looped her arm through mine and I guided her outside. Later, I realized it was almost like a parody of how I’d acted with Caroline in Tinder’s. The blonde turned her face to me and looked into my eyes.

 

“Are you okay?” I asked her, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. “You look a little tense, baby.”

 

She giggled nervously and wrapped her thin arms around my neck. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “I’m with you!”

 

I slid my hands down her back and scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She squealed and kissed me enthusiastically. Her mouth tasted like bubble gum and vodka, and I had an almost instant hard-on as she ground her thinly-clad pussy against me. The blonde purred into my mouth and tangled her hands in my hair, pulling herself further up on my frame. She was acting like a little cat in heat, and while it was sexy, it was also a little thirsty in a way that suggested she was faking. I couldn’t tell if it was desire or eagerness to please that was driving her, and as I held her in place, she wriggled down my body, kissing and nipping at my neck with her sticky little mouth.

 

“Slow down, darlin’,” I whispered in a strained voice. “We got more time than this.”

 

The blonde was already scrambling to her feet and kneeling down in front of me. As she unzipped my jeans, she gave me a big grin. “I just wanna make you feel good,” she said sweetly, reaching in tentatively for my cock. I was hard, but the way she touched me made me feel like she’d never been around a real dick before.

 

“You can stroke me harder,” I told in her a strained voice. She peered up at me and bit her lip, gently moving her hand along my shaft. It was tickling torture, and I groaned in agony. “Please,” I grunted. “Please touch me harder.”

 

“I love hearing you beg,” she said, leaning in and licking her lips. I buried my hand in her tangle of blonde hair as she took the first couple inches of my cock into her mouth. Almost immediately, she began to choke and gag and I pulled away, afraid of her teeth. When we made eye contact, she was red and blushing. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

 

“It’s fine,” I said, picking her up to her feet and cradling her in my arms. I dipped my head to kiss her, and she swooned in my arms. Suddenly, my mind was a thousand miles away, with that goddamned redheaded bartender. I bet she wouldn’t have choked on my cock. I bet she could have taken the whole thing in her mouth at once and deep-throated me until I came. I could feel my erection softening. I pushed the blonde away gently. When she tried to move back in closer, I took her by the shoulder and looked at her. “Listen, this isn’t a good time,” I told her curtly. “You better go on back inside now.”

 

The blonde glared at me, hurt showing on her face. “Forget you,” she muttered. “Are you gay? Do you even like women?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not exactly a woman, honey,” I told her. “I don’t like little girls.”

 

I watched as tears came to her eyes and she backed away. “Fine! I didn’t want you anyway!”

 

As she ran inside, I lit a cigarette and pulled on it hard. Caroline. Why couldn’t I get her name out of my head?

 

There was a buzz and a loud thrumming behind me. I turned around to see one of the Aztecs pull into the lot. He kept his eyes on me as he hopped off his bike and walked towards mine. Just when I thought he was about to do something, he kicked it over. I watched as my motorcycle fell in the dirt. Rage swirled through me, and I walked over and decked him, hard. The Aztec was grinning at me the whole time, even after my punch landed, but he crumpled to the ground in a puddle of blood and teeth.

 

“Fuck you,” I spat. He kicked me, and I almost fell over. The time I spent staggering allowed him to get up and punch me in return. I managed to dodge the blow but he delivered a powerful roundhouse kick that sent me flying. In the distance, police sirens started to blare. The Aztec looked panicky, then gleeful when he realized I’d be caught at the scene of the crime. Glaring at him, I ran over to my bike, picked it up, and drove off.

 

Fuck, I thought, as I sped through the dark night alone. What the fuck is going to happen next?