Chapter Eight
Gibson
Lee hadn’t come at the back of his bike, but if the way she’d been breathing was any indication, it had been close. They cruised around for an hour, and he took them on small roads around the mountains. The roar of the pipes and the wind in his face had given him the peace it always did, but he’d forgotten how good it felt to have someone curled into his back. No - that wasn’t it. It was having Lee curled into him.
It had started out being all about his dick and the thought of fucking her, and it still was. Jesus, how much it still was, but something had changed. He’d shared pieces of himself he never talked about, and she’d taken it all in, processed it, and moved on. That’s how she worked, he realized. She just took what came at her and went with it.
So of course, when that couch-snoring fool of a husband was what she had, she’d go with that too. Would she have left even if the dumbass hadn’t stepped out on her? She probably would have, he thought. It would have taken a lot longer, and she wouldn’t have ended up right where she was, curled into his back, wrapping her slim arms around his midriff and breathing like she did right then. Small puffs of air that went straight to his crotch.
His spur of the moment idea to get her a little bit frustrated was clearly working, but the whole thing had backfired, and when they’d each gone to their separate bedrooms, he spent a good fifteen minutes staring at his rock-hard cock. Then he cursed and went to take another cold shower.
***
When he walked into Oak the next evening, the place was crowded, like it usually was on a Saturday night. He saw both Joke and Tug working the bar, and three waitresses were on the floor. By the grins on the girls’ faces, he figured they were getting great tips. Lee was over by one of the pool tables with Jenny, a couple of the Alvarez ladies and Edna’s niece. At the other table, four men from a motorcycle club in a town just outside the county limits were pretending to play, but their intentions were clear.
Well, crap. It wasn’t going to be the quiet evening he’d planned, apparently.
He walked over to stand next to Paddy by the bar and surveyed the scene with a scowl.
“Fucking shit,” he grunted.
“Yeah,” Paddy said, knowing exactly what Gibson had meant by his greeting.
Joke handed them beer and Gibson met the tall, blonde man’s eyes briefly.
“I’ll give it a few minutes. Might be nothing,” Gibson said.
“Yeah,” Joke said with a nod and another glance at his sister.
The women were perfectly capable of saying no thanks to a couple of randy men all on their own, so running over like a fucking moron wasn’t going to be Gibson’s first choice of action. The three men knew that nothing might come from the situation, but it could escalate quickly so as the women laughed and cheered, they kept their eyes on the pool tables.
The bikers were getting ready to make their move roughly at the same time as Gibson lost his patience, but before he could march over there and let it be known that they should back off, one of them placed himself so he’d put the back of his cue in Lee’s side. It hadn’t been a hard hit, and she moved out of the way with a sweet smile. It had been enough to give them an in, though, and Gibson sighed when the biker said something which probably was an offer to buy Lee a drink to make up for pushing her.
Lee shook her head and moved further away. The biker followed her, which made the women close ranks immediately, and Jenny stepped forward.
The last man had his back toward them, but he turned and accidentally pushed Jenny into a table. A beer was knocked over, and she raised her chin and said something which probably was both crude and rude. This was not appreciated by the tall man who moved toward Jenny with a scowl and took a firm hold of her arm. Jenny tugged at her arm, but the man wasn’t letting go.
“Shit,” Gibson said, but Paddy moved first, and he did it so fast he was halfway across the bar before Gibson had put his beer down. “Shit,” he repeated.
Paddy was talking quietly when he reached the group, but one look at the bikers told Gibson that diplomacy wouldn’t work in this situation. The four men had come to get them some, and if they didn’t get it from the women, they’d take it out on the men.
“Fuck off,” one of the men said and took a step toward Paddy.
Gibson felt his temper rise because this was not acceptable. They did not get to walk into Joke’s place, put their hands on their women and mouth off at Paddy who they knew damned well was equal to their own president.
“Pad,” he said calmly. “You gotta let me handle this.” Paddy made a frustrated sound, but Gibson held his eyes for a second, grinned and murmured, “It’s what I do, buddy.”
Then he turned and slammed his fist into the closest biker’s face.
Five minutes later, the two men still standing were pulling the other two with them toward the exit, watching Gibson warily.
“Didn’t know they were anything to you, Gibson,” one of them said.
“Fuck off,” Gibson snarled, adrenaline still running through him and making his voice a little hoarse. “Everyone in this fucking town is something to me. You know this for a fact so don’t give me that shit.”
“I’ll be calling your Prez,” Paddy added.
“There’s no need. We’re leaving,” another man said.
“Oh, but I think there’s a need,” Paddy said in a voice that with its silken smoothness was just as scary as Gibson’s fists. “I think there’s a definite need to tell Doug how you came here to cause trouble, started hitting on Gib’s woman which seriously pissed him off, put your hands on Jenny Tucker and acted like morons in general which pissed me off. Then I’ll let Doug deal with it all however he sees fit.”
They paled but wisely didn’t say anything else and disappeared through the door. The sounds picked up in the bar as if nothing had happened, but there were grins of approval around the place.
“You’re bleeding,” Lee said.
Gibson looked down on her, trying to gauge her mood. Had he scared her? She hadn’t seen him fight before, and it was brutal when he let loose.
“At least it isn’t on your face this time,” she sighed. “I guess I should count my blessings.”
Then she marched off, making some kind of hand-gesture toward Joke who was suddenly grinning and reaching for the first aid kit. Gibson stared at her back with his brows high on his forehead, until she turned and snapped over her shoulder, “Gib. Get over here so I can clean you up.” Then she turned and put one hand on her hip and raised one of her own brows. “And let me tell you; If you need stitches again, I’ll be seriously miffed.”
He barked out a short laugh, and followed her, not seeing how the grins of approval had widened, and in some cases turned into chuckles.
“Miffed?” he murmured as she wiped off his knuckles.
“You won’t need stitches,” she said instead of taking his bait. “They’re just grazed. Those biker boys have a lot of decorative items hanging on their vests. You really should try to avoid hitting them there.”
Was she trying to instruct him on how to take down four men, from a motorcycle club, in a crowded bar?
“Didn’t have much choice, baby,” he heard himself saying, and winced when he heard Paddy bark out laughter next to him.
“Next time, you could perhaps ask them to step outside. Or even take the vests off.” Lee said and patted the band-aids she’d just put on his left hand. “There. Done.”
He blinked at her suggestion, but she ignored him and walked the few steps to where a still laughing Joke was standing behind the bar, and snapped, “I need tequila.”
“Decorative items,” Gibson snorted to himself and wondered what the few friends he had in the clubs would say if they ever met her.
“She’s very cool about what just happened,” Mac murmured, and pulled his leather jacket off.
He hadn’t been there during the fight and had probably waited outside, mostly so he wouldn’t have to arrest Gibson.
“Hey,” Gibson said. “She did fifteen years as a nurse in an inner-city ER, man.”
“Ouch,” Mac said. “Tougher than she looks then.”
“Yeah,” Gibson agreed, but didn’t elaborate.
Lee finished her pool game, and by the look of it, she lost miserably but laughed with the women all the way through it nevertheless. Then she came up to stand next to him by the bar.
“More tequila, babe?” Gibson asked.
Someone pushed her a little closer to him, and she stumbled into his chest, so he put an arm around her waist to steady her. Slowly she looked up at him.
“The word,” she suddenly said quietly.
“What?” he asked, thinking that he must have missed half her sentence somehow.
She turned until she was mostly leaning her back against him. This he liked because he could tighten his arm around her under the pretense to steady her again. Then she twisted her head around, got up on tip-toes and spoke into his ear.
“You said, all I had to do was say the word. So that’s what I’m saying.” She tilted her head back and mouthed, “The word.”
Everything in the bar became a gray, blurry haze. Did she say what he thought she’d said? And did that –
He cut his thoughts off and shook his head a little.
“You’re saying you want to go home and fuck me?” he asked hoarsely, and added, “Right now?”
She made a small face and said quietly, “I’m not very good at it.”
He stared at her for a beat, and then he started laughing, right in her face.
“I’m not,” she insisted.
The ridiculousness of her statement mingled with relief and the sharp edge of anticipation rolled through his body, and he straightened, leaned his head back and kept laughing, holding her small body pressed to his and ignoring the surprised faces turning their way.
***
Charlene
I couldn’t believe I’d just done what I’d done. Sure, I’d been thinking about it. A lot.
And sure, I was turned on in a way I hadn’t ever been in my life. I hadn’t had an orgasm from riding the bike the night before, but when I woke up early in the morning with a hand between my legs, I wished I had. I was so horny I could scream out of sheer frustration. I was also pretty sure Gibson knew this, and that it was what he’d planned.
So, yeah. I had decided that I’d probably take Gibson up on the offer to be friends with a few benefits, but I hadn’t planned to blurt it out like that. I had also not expected him to laugh, but he looked good, and I got those full-throated, down to the core happy laughs too rarely, so I watched him and enjoyed doing that.
When he stopped laughing, he pulled me even closer into his arms, and I felt a hand slide up under my tee to graze my ribs lazily.
“Just so I know what I’ve got to work with here; when you say you’re not good at it, what are we talking about?”
The breath hitched in my throat, and I felt a blush creep up my throat.
“You have toys, and I know you use them, so I know you make yourself come,” he murmured in my ear and added in a rumble which shot straight down beneath my jeans, “Bet I can make you come harder.”
“Uh,” I said and tried frantically to get a grip. This was not the way I’d imagined we’d do it. I’d thought we’d end the evening in his bed, like… I had no clue like what and realized yet again that I was so way out on deep waters with this man.
“What do you like, Lee?” he murmured, and I felt his hips move a little from side to side behind me.
“What?” I asked breathily.
“What’s your favorite position?”
I gasped again. Was he going to stand there in the middle of a crowded bar and talk about sex-details?
“I like to fuck in all kinds of ways, so just tell me, baby.”
Yes. Apparently, he was going to –
“I like it from behind, watching as I slide in and out, holding on to your hips. Like being on top, pounding into you until you come. You on my lap, riding me. My mouth between your legs. A quickie against the wall. You can have anything you want, Lee, and know I’ll like it.”
The way his short beard felt when he trailed his mouth down my throat caused tingles all over my body, and so did the feeling of his hard crotch against my behind as he ground it gently against me. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room suddenly, and my lids dropped until they were half-mast. His hand was caressing me slowly and I tried frantically to come up with something, anything, to say when my eyes suddenly met Paddy’s across the bar. He grinned knowingly and winked but turned away and kept talking to Mac.
“So, Lee,” Gibson mumbled. “What do you like?”
“I don’t know,” I told him.
His arm twitched a little, but then his hand resumed its slow movement over my ribs.
“You don’t know?” he asked.
I thought about it and decided that I wouldn’t go into this thing we were starting as anything but me. Gathering all my courage, I twisted around until I stood in his arms and got up until my mouth was at his ear.
“I think I’d like it when I don’t have to tell you what to do,” I whispered. “When you tell me what to do.”
His whole body went rock hard, and I lowered my gaze. Had that been the wrong thing to say?
“Jesus,” I heard him rasp out hoarsely, and my eyes flew to his.
His face had hardened, and his eyes darkened in a way I knew it had not in any way been the wrong thing to say. His fingers dug into my hips, and I saw a small muscle work in his jaw.
“We’re leaving,” he grunted abruptly, turned and stalked out of the bar, pulling me along after him.
“Gibson, my purse.”
“Leaving,” he growled and kept walking.
We didn’t say a word during the short drive, and then we were home. Gibson closed the front door softly and watched me. I didn’t know what to do so I watched him in silence.
“You think you’ll like it when I tell you what to do?” he asked hoarsely.
“Maybe,” I whispered.
“So, if I told you to get on your knees and suck me off?” he said in a kind of question.
“Right now?” I breathed.
The thought of doing that right there in his hallway sent a shiver through me, and he must have seen it because his eyes turned even hotter.
“Right now,” he said.
I felt wetness pool between my legs, and then I went down on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans, watching his face grow hard with desire as I popped each button open.
The rustle of his clothes was the only thing I heard, and then a soft, hoarse, “Lee…” as I pulled out his cock.
It was long and wide, and rock hard.
He made another sound when I opened my mouth to let my tongue slide from the base and all the way to the tip, holding his gaze as I opened my mouth wider to take him inside. I hadn’t don’t it in a very long time, and never with one his size, so it should have felt awkward, but it didn’t. I liked the taste of him and how his lips parted a little when I let my tongue swirl around the tip. He put one of his hands in my hair and guided my pace, pushing gently but not so I choked, and when I sucked harder, he tilted his head back and groaned loudly.
“You’re like a fucking fantasy, Lee,” he said and pulled gently at my hair until I let go of him. “Not gonna come in your mouth the first time, baby. Bedroom.”
He shuffled me in front of him up the stairs and into his room, sliding his hands along my sides, bringing the top up and then it went sailing down the stairs behind us. Then my bra came off. My jeans. And finally, he slid my panties down my legs, and I was naked.
“Lie down,” he murmured and moved us toward the bed where he leaned over me, pulled my arms up and put our joined hands by the headboard.
“Hold on, Lee. Don’t let go.”
My breath hitched again, but I grabbed the slats.
“Okay?” he murmured, and I nodded. “Okay,” he repeated.
As I watched, he went to the foot of the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head. His jeans were still unbuttoned, and I could see the bulge in his briefs. He was gorgeous.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he said.
I hesitated, feeling self-conscious because he would get a very good view of me if I did. He must have sensed it because his face softened, but he leaned forward and gently moved my feet apart.
“I’ll make it good for you, babe. Now spread your legs for me.”
When he let go of me, I kept moving until I was fully exposed to him. His breaths had become raspy, and he adjusted himself but didn’t remove his clothes like I thought he would. Instead, he moved slowly toward me, put two big hands on my thighs and lowered his head.
Then he slid his tongue over me.
“Pretty,” he murmured, and I felt his beard against the inside of my thigh when he did.
“So pretty,” he said and began working me in earnest, alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it.
I moaned, and he moved back a little, which made me moan again, this time in protest.
“I’ll make it good for you, Lee,” he repeated. “So good.”
Then he started again and kept at me until I was trashing my head back and forth, every breath pushing a hoarse sound up my throat.
When I felt two fingers slide inside and start pumping, it crashed down on me. I came, groaning loudly as the waves washed over me in hot gushes.
It had taken him less than five minutes to get me there which was a little embarrassing, but I also felt amazing so when my breaths slowed down, I raised my head to smile at him.
“Wow,” I murmured.
“Hold on,” he said, and instead of pulling his pants off and getting on top of me as I’d expected him to, he moved his mouth over me again.
I was sensitive to his touch, but the gentle flicks of the tip of his tongue made my insides quiver, and soon I was groaning again. When I was about to come, he pulled back a few seconds, and then he started building it again. He did this over and over until I lost track of how many times he’d re-started and the only things I could focus on were the slats I was holding on to and his mouth between my legs.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“I want -”
My plea was cut short when he latched on and sucked hard, and then he let go.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“You.”
“What do you want, Lee?” he murmured and slid his tongue over me.
I knew what he wanted me to say, so I gave it to him, and said hoarsely, “Your cock, Gibson. Please.”
“Good, baby. You’ll get it,” he grunted. “Now come for me.”
He used his hands to spread me even more open to him and moved his mouth and tongue until I came again, saying his name hoarsely, over and over.
While I came down, I heard him get out of his jeans and then the bed was moving.
“Keep your hold, Lee. I’m gonna fuck you now.”
I opened my eyes and saw him, on his knees between my legs. He was stroking his cock slowly with one hand, and I grinned at him.
“Okay,” I said.
He slowly guided himself toward me, and slid the tip inside, rocking a little but not moving further.
“Gib,” I whimpered, wanting him to move faster, harder.
“I’m big. Have to go slow,” he grunted and pushed in a little bit.
Then he pulled back, and in again, a little more each time until he was seated to the root and I was so turned on again I was shaking.
“Fuck me, Gibson,” I murmured, and tried to move my hips to make him move. “Can I let go of the slats?”
“Come for me again first.”
He leaned forward and moved faster, pushing against my clit with each thrust, and I couldn’t believe it was happening. I’d never come just from a cock moving inside me, but then I did, shuddering and moaning into his ear, releasing the slats to dig my fingers into his shoulders. He suddenly arched back, grunting louder with each thrust and then he came too, groaning hoarsely until he’d finished emptying himself and sank down on top of me, breathing heavily.
“Shit,” he murmured. “Had planned for that to take a whole lot longer, babe.”
I didn’t share that I’d probably died if it did. Instead, I smiled and let my hands slide down his back.
“I’ve never done that before.”
He moved a little to the side, leaning on his elbow but still remaining on me, and in me.
“Done what?”
His face was soft with lazy satisfaction and his eyes full of sweet laughter.
“Come from just your… you know.”
His grin widened, and he leaned down a little.
“No, Lee. I don’t know. You came just from my…”
I started giggling but whispered the word he wanted to hear in his ear, which made him laugh softly.
“Babe,” he murmured and turned his head. “We didn’t even kiss.”
He was right, we hadn’t, and when his lips touched my mouth, and his tongue slid inside to tease mine, I smiled again.
“I wanted to make you scream,” he mumbled between kisses.
“I’m not a screamer,” I told him.
“We’ll see about that.”
Oh. Oh, wow.
He didn’t move away, and we kept kissing. Then one of his hands cupped my breast and started playing with the nipple until it was hard. When his mouth moved down my neck, I shivered a little, and his hand slowly went down over my hip. Then he pulled my leg up into the crook of his arm. This made him slide deeper inside, and he frowned.
“Jesus,” he grunted.
“What?” I asked, wondering why he had that strange look on his face suddenly.
“I’m not fifteen,” he muttered.
“I know,” I said because I did.
“This doesn’t happen when you’re fifty-five.”
“What?”
“This,” he murmured with a wicked grin.
When he started moving, I realized he was rock-hard again.
***
Gibson
He woke up slowly, moving his hand gently over Lee’s side. His cock was hard, which was its normal state in the morning, but it still surprised him after the night before. Going twice like that hadn’t happened since… he couldn’t even remember when he’d last pulled something like that off. At least he’d made it last a little longer the second time and had wrung another three orgasms out of Lee before he came again. She’d barely moved when he turned her into his side, and he’d fallen asleep immediately, holding her tight to his chest.
Remembering how she sounded made him grind his hips softly into her naked behind. The mewling sounds as it built in her. The flush of warmth up her chest and over her cheeks. How her eyes got blurry and unfocused when she came.
Slowly he pulled her knee up toward her chest and let his fingers slide over her pussy from behind. Yeah, he thought when she made a soft mewling sound in her sleep. Just like that. He kept teasing her clit, working her until he felt the wetness and slid a finger inside. She arched her back and tilted her hips toward him, giving him better access.
“Baby,” he murmured. “You sore?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Sure?”
“God, yes,” she replied, and he grinned.
Then he frowned and stopped moving, unable to believe what he was about to do. Again.
He hadn’t put on a condom, and he hadn’t done it the evening before either.
He’d forgotten.
Forgetting protection had never, ever, not once happened in his whole life.
His first son had been the case of a broken condom. His other two boys had been deliberate efforts to make his second wife pregnant.
“What’s the matter?” she murmured when he didn’t move.
“I didn’t protect you last night, baby,” he said quietly.
She understood immediately, stiffened and turned her head a little to glance at him.
“Was it needed?”
“I’m clean,” he said immediately. “Get tested regularly, always cover up. I’m sorry, Lee, can’t believe it happened, but I forgot.”
She exhaled and said quietly, “I got tested after Bob. Can’t have children.”
Can’t have children? There was a lot behind that simple sentence to ask about, but she turned her face away and ground her hips into his crotch, so he didn’t.
“You’re okay with me going bare?” he asked hoarsely instead.
He’d done it the evening before, and perhaps that was why he’d come hard enough to almost bust a blood vessel somewhere in his brain. Twice. The thought of being inside her again, with nothing covering him, made his pulse quicken. When he saw her nod, he raised himself on an elbow, slid inside with a hoarse groan and started pumping slowly, resuming the movements of his fingers over her clit.
When he felt her pussy quiver around him and heard her low moan, he let go and came too. It wasn’t the wild, hot release from last night. It was softer, and oddly soothing, so he stayed inside her afterward, holding her and wondering why it suddenly felt as if he was in way over his head with this woman.