Chapter 14
If you can still hear your fears, shift a gear.
-Biker Truth
James
Two weeks later
I saw her as soon as she walked through the door. Of course I did. It’s like my body was fine tuned to hers, because in the next instant, her gaze met mine across the expanse of the room.
I was sitting in a meeting with the rest of the SWAT team, listening to the captain harp on and on about teamwork. We were having the ‘monthly’ meeting at The Back Porch. We’d rented the back half of the restaurant for the next four hours. I was told that we’d go over our weekly schedules, hand out updates on anything and everything that had changed over the past month.
Luke also told me he’d introduce the new guy, which was me.
I’d contacted Luke the day after I moved back to my mom’s place. He’d laughed and told me to come fill out the employment forms, and I could start work the next day. Therefore, while Janie was off at school, I was filling out form after form of paperwork. Handing in my living will. Setting up a retirement account and all that other fun first day on the job stuff.
Shiloh stopped short of crossing the invisible barrier that seemed to cordon off the part we’d rented out and the rest of the restaurant. She watched me, and I watched her right back.
My heart ached heavily in my chest, and I cursed Sam for the thousandth time since he’d left me that night with his parting words. Stay away from my sister.
Finally coming to some sort of decision, she turned on her heel and walked to the front of the restaurant. Speaking with the cashier, she handed over her money. Moments later the cashier handed her a small to-go bag and a receipt. When the cashier tried to hand her another smaller bag, Shiloh shook her head and said something else.
Both sets of their eyes turned and locked on me, and I had to wonder what was going on. The answer came shortly after Shiloh’s departure when the same cashier brought the small bag over to me and set it down quietly before turning to leave.
Luke and Downy gave me raised brows, but I ignored them and opened the bag. My heart warmed at the piece of chocolate cake dominating the bottom of the bag. I grinned and pulled it out, picked up my fork, and dug in. Downy and Luke watched in annoyance since the Captain had just said we didn’t need any dessert a few minutes before Shiloh walked inside the door.
Ignoring their pleading looks and the droning voice of the captain, I thought about how miserable I’d been in the last two weeks. Sitting in front of the TV made me feel like I was betraying Shiloh, but I felt like I’d betray Sam if I went against his wishes.
It was getting increasingly harder by the minute not to call or text her though. I wondered what Sam had told her, which then made my mind drift off into darker places that my ex was firmly implanted, and I forcibly ripped my mind of that particular train of thought.
There was one thing I was sure of right now, and that was that I hoped I continued to have the strength to stay away from her. Although, it wasn’t looking too good from at present.
Shiloh
Three weeks later
My eyes wandered over to the empty house at the end of the lot, and I had to stop the despair that started to course through my bruised heart.
I hadn’t seen James in twenty-two days, fourteen hours, and five minutes.
The night of the police station incident, I’d driven around for two hours before deciding that I needed a woman’s perspective. What it turned out to be was an impromptu wine fest, and I was drunker than I’d ever been three hours later.
The next morning, I’d woken up to a pounding headache, but a much clearer head in Sam and Cheyenne’s guest bedroom. After speaking with my brother for a few minutes about nothing of consequence, I’d then tried to go see James. However, after searching for him at his place, and then the garage, I was told that he hadn’t shown up for work that morning.
It wouldn’t be for another four days that I became aware of the silent tension that was going on at the garage. I’d shown up another time to see if James was available to talk, and was told, yet again, that he wasn’t there and hadn’t shown up. ‘Hadn’t been there in well over four days now.’
Although Jack had said it with a light tone, I’d been able to read the worry that had crossed over his features before he’d managed to mask them. It continued ever since. No one’s seen hide nor hair of him. He wasn’t answering the phone, and pretty much cut himself off from his friends and loved ones.
Cheyenne was being quiet about it all, making it a point to change the subject when her big brother was asked about. Which broke my heart, because most of the time it was me asking her about him. She acted as if I’d done something wrong, and I really wished I knew what the heck it was.
Sighing, I forced myself to walk to Free’s office.
I came to a sudden halt when I entered, startled that the entirety of the Free family, minus James and Janie, were all crowded around a small flat screen TV that hung on the wall. It was a little after one in the afternoon on a Tuesday, and my only day off this week. It for sure wasn’t all of these people’s day off.
“...want to reiterate that no news has been released on the police officer that was shot. The SWAT team was getting into position when a shot rang out from the building across the street. Another one followed shortly after the first. A man fell two floors from the top of the old Coca Cola plant as a result of that shot. He was pronounced dead on arrival at GSMC. The chief of Kilgore Police has yet to issue a statement...” The announcer on the TV was explaining what looked like a shooter that was picking off people that passed through downtown.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Everyone startled and looked at me, even the men. Sam looked guilty. Cheyenne looked terrified. Yet not one person said anything, which made the fear for those people take on a different tone. One that was fear for someone I loved.
“What is it?”
When no answer came, I turned to my brother, imploring him with my eyes to tell me.
He’d just opened his mouth to say something when a police car pulled into the lot, stopping Sam’s explanation in its tracks. We all watched as a man, who I now knew as Luke, stepped out of the car.
He was in what had to be the standard SWAT gear. Black cargo pants, black shirt with SWAT spelled out on the chest, and a black Kevlar vest. His hair was a mess, as if he’d been running his fingers through it in agitation.
Which if what I’d just seen on the news was even half as bad as it sounded, was enough to make anyone’s hair crazy. He walked with purposeful strides up to the office door and walked in. Directly to Cheyenne.
He glanced around the room and hesitated as he saw everyone gathered there, but seemed to come to some decision before turning back to Cheyenne and addressing her.
“Your brother was shot. He’s completely fine, being seen at GSMC, but he wanted me to come here and tell you that he couldn’t make the dinner date the two of you had planned, and asked that you pick Janie up from school.” Luke said softly.
Sam stiffened, and Cheyenne nearly collapsed into his arms.
Not thinking twice, I turned and ran to my car. The drive to the hospital took fifteen minutes. Partially because there was no traffic, but mostly because I was driving a hundred and ten down the highway.
When I pulled into the hospital parking lot, I took a few minutes to compose myself before I bullied my way into the ER. One look at my face had my hospital contact, Marty Sims, turning and walking away, purposefully ignoring me as I stomped my way into the Major ER.
James’ tattooed back brought my attention to the far side of the room. A nurse in her twenties with perky boobs and painted on eyebrows tried to stop me from cutting across the room, but I ignored her. James’ head popped up and turned to the commotion, and his sharp eyes locked on to me as I barreled towards him.
James was sitting with his legs hanging over the side of a hospital bed. His bare back was facing away from me, black cargo pants covered him from the waist down. He was also wearing a black SWAT hat facing backwards that was perilously close to making my mouth water.
Once I ascertained that he didn’t have any major trauma that I could see, I threw myself at him. He caught me with a small grunt, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tight to his chest. I trembled in his arms, and it wasn’t until James’ deep gravelly voice said, “Don’t cry,” that I realized that I was doing just that.
And it was nasty crying at that.
My tears were running down the expanse of his bare chest, and when I leveraged myself up with my hands, placing them on his legs, he grunted in pain. Immediately I extracted myself from his arms carefully, and gasped when I saw that my hand was resting on a white gauze bandage.
“What happened?” I asked softly, gently removing my hand from the tender wound.
“Fucker shot me before I could get my shot off. Dammit.”
My brows puckered in confusion. “Why would you be shooting somebody anyway?”
He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Because I’m part of the SWAT team, and they’re the ones that take down suspects that are picking off innocent people with .22’s?”
“Since when are you on the SWAT team?” I asked in confusion.
“Since when I accepted their offer. Didn’t Sam tell you?” He asked.
“No,” I said, heartbroken that my brother had kept that from me.
Even when he knew I wanted to speak to him. To see him again. I’d thought with the peace offering of chocolate cake would’ve broken the ice but I never heard from him. Why would my brother keep this from me when he knew I loved him?
I started to rethink letting my brother back into my life after he’d fucked up so royally in the past year. I’d spent every goddamn night with that lying sack of dog crap. I’d asked at least once a day if he’d heard from James, and each time his response had been, ‘nothing yet.’ I’d told the shithead that I was falling in love with James.
“That,” I said, shaking my head, not knowing what the hell to say. “I-I called him every day to see if he knew where you were. I thought maybe you were on vacation or something. I went over there every night, hoping that you’d be home, and you never were.”
James’ jaw tightened as he listened to me babble.
“Mr. Allen?” A man asked from behind me.
James looked up, and I turned in the circle of his arms and stared at the man with silver hair. Obviously a doctor, he had a warm smile and a smooth voice.
“Yeah?” James nodded.
“My name’s Dr. Stone. Are you ready to be stitched up?” Dr. Stone asked as he set his clipboard down and took a seat on the rolling stool.
It was during the fourth stitch in James’ thigh that Cheyenne and company showed up.
James didn’t acknowledge Sam’s presence at all, and neither did I. Cheyenne gave a raised eyebrow to James as she looked from our linked hands to our faces and back. I made a move to remove my hand from James’, but he held on tighter so I couldn’t get it away from him unless I wanted to make a big deal of it.
“That looks nasty.” Cheyenne said in way of greeting.
“Feels nasty too.” James agreed.
“It’ll leave a pretty wicked scar. Luckily, it only grazed him. Could’ve been a fuck of a lot worse.” The doctor muttered, and then apologized. “Sorry. I was a combat doctor in the army for twenty years. I don’t have control of my mouth at times.”
“That’s okay,” I laughed as the doctor did another stitch. “James would be swearing right along with you right now if it wasn’t for me.”
James squeezed my hand tight before slapping his sister’s hands off the side of his face. “Fuck, I said I was fine! Get off me!” He snapped.
His sister slinked away into Sam’s arms, which made me finally look at Sam’s face. He did not look pleased. My back straightened at the audacity of his anger that was not only palpable, but every bit of it was directed at me.
I gave him my best stink eye, and then turned back towards the doctor that was just finishing the final stitches in James leg.
“You know the routine, I’m sure. Ice. Keep it clean. Take the stitches out in a week. Antibiotics need to be taken twice a day for ten days. I’m assuming you don’t want pain meds?” Dr. Stone asked.
“No.” James confirmed.
“Alright, I’ll send Jennifer in with your discharge papers. Hope you feel better soon. It was a good thing you did.” Dr. Stone said as he left the curtained off area.
Silence commenced as we waited for Nurse Jennifer to come discharge James.
Sam’s face was hard and closed off, emotions wrapped tightly so I couldn’t read him at all. With a look of disapproval at me, he started speaking to James, completely ignoring me in the process.
He asked him about his job on the SWAT team, whether he was happy or not, what happened today when he got shot, how often they trained. The shop talk persisted through Jennifer handing over James’ discharge papers, and then continued on until we reached Sam’s bike.
Both men stopped and turned to study me. I felt the need to get the heck out of there, but I wasn’t leaving until I could talk to James. Make him see that we would be good together. To let him know that Jolie didn’t bother me anymore.
Well, not that much anyway.
Sam opened his mouth to say something. What, I didn’t know, because I interrupted him before he could get the first word out.
“Can I take you home?” I asked James, completely ignoring my brother.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” he agreed. “Where’re you parked?”
“I parked at the back of the lot and ran in.” I gestured towards where my car was parked and started to walk forward.
Sam’s voice sounded from behind me. “Shiloh,” he started.
I turned like a whirlwind and was in his face in the next second. “You know, right now I’m very upset. I’m mad that I gave you so much of my trust only for you to break it. I’m mad that you knew I was aching to see him and you didn’t tell me what was going on. He could’ve died today, and where would that have left me? You want to know where? I’d be devastated. Over the past month, I’ve thought of little else than seeing him again. He makes me happy, and I deserve that.”
I was crying again, and the heartache on Sam’s face gave me a moment of doubt, but I pushed it viciously away. Starting to turn back to James, Cheyenne’s voice stopped me.
“That decision was all me. I didn’t think he needed to have the distraction in his life right now. He’s so caught up with trying to get custody of his daughter, having that piece of trash lying about anything and everything she can think of. I just didn’t want him to be used right now. I asked Sam to not tell you anything, and then I had him play the sister card with James. I never meant for it to hurt....” Cheyenne explained.
“That wasn’t your choice to make. Did I step in when you jumped in the sack that first night you met Sam? No. Did I say anything at all about how fast you moved? No. I didn’t interfere in your life choices, even though it went against everything that was ingrained in me to do so. Have the same courtesy for me.” James snapped, taking my hand and leading me away.
We didn’t speak while we walked to my truck. I handed James the keys like I’d done so many other times before. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me inside. Then he grabbed the seatbelt, leaned over my lap and snapped it into place. Slamming the door, he walked stiffly to the driver’s side, and hopped inside like the movement didn’t pain him, even though I knew it did.
We sat quietly in the parking lot for a few tense minutes. I could tell there was something that James wanted to say, but something was stopping him from doing it. After about four minutes of just sitting there, I broke.
“For the love of all that’s holy. Spit it out!” I boomed.
I hadn’t meant to yell quite so loud, but with the cab of the truck, it echoed off all the corners and made it much louder than I’d intended.
James’ head turned, and my breath started coming in pants when I saw the raw emotion and heat in his eyes. “Five fucking weeks. It’s been fucking torture. The only good thing about all of this was the job I got with the PD. I didn’t realize how much I missed being a useful person. That doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt every fucking second to ignore your calls. Your emails. Your texts. The only thing making it bearable was Janie. Then Janie would tell me how much she missed you, and I’d be thinking about you all over again.”
I pursed my lips because I was unsure of what he wanted me to say. I’d done those things, and he hadn’t called me back once. Although, if I’d known he was staying at his mother’s place, I would’ve just bombarded him there instead of stewing for five weeks.
With my non-response hanging in the thick air, he started my truck and drove it out of the hospital parking lot.
He didn’t acknowledge Sam’s wrist flick, and neither did I.
His mother’s place was in a very nice neighborhood that I hadn’t seen yet. Although I’ve passed it many times. Its location was perfect. About three minutes from the local schools, five minutes from the police station, and two minutes from Free. The house was immaculate. I was willing to bet my entire life savings that James was the reason it looked so beautiful.
“The house is beautiful.” I said in awe.
“This is the historical district. All these houses were from the beginning of the Oil Boom we had in the 1930s. Solid in structure. The inside looks even better than the outside. My father bought it when it was a piece of junk, and fixed it up during his leave from the Army. When he died, it started to deteriorate. Old houses need constant upkeep. Shit breaks, and you have to replace it. Then something else breaks the next week. My mom wasn’t much of a handyman, and couldn’t afford much in the way of extra fees. When I started working, I used my money for the upkeep on the house. I learned a lot of shit just from having to fix everything myself.” James explained.
He sounded a tad nervous, and he was speaking much more than he usually did. Which I found quite cute. “Can I see the inside?”
“Of course.” He nodded and opened the door.
When I went to open my own, his voice froze me in my tracks. “Wait for me. I’ll get it.”
I waited. Because it wasn’t often when you found a man that would open the car door for you. James was that old-fashioned type of man that did it without thought. Never once had I managed to open my own door, and I loved it.
I probably resembled the biggest bitch on the planet when I watched him hobble around the truck to my door instead of just getting out myself. I could see the grimace of pain on his face no matter how much he tried to hide it. However, I knew that he wouldn’t appreciate the fact that I was trying to help him out.
I knew from experience that men didn’t like their defaults on display. Men like James and my brothers didn’t show pain, didn’t acknowledge it, and didn’t speak of it. If you knew what was good for you, you just didn’t bring up the obvious. Instead of ignoring the fact that he was probably in a lot more pain than he was letting on. I’d grown up with Sebastian. I knew better.
I slid down from the truck before he could actually lift me, and I got a growl at my impertinence. I ignored it. There was no way I was letting him lift me as he usually did.
“How long does it take to mow this place?” I asked, aghast at the vast amount of green grass that covered the corner lot.
“A while. It needs to be done again, but seeing as we only have a push mower, it’ll be a good week or so before I can get it done. It’ll feel worse tomorrow.” He said gesturing towards his ripped pants and the bandage that poked through from underneath.
“I can do...” I trailed off at the sharp look of Hell No on his face.
I smiled and started walking towards the front door, stepping over the bike that lay down across the walk, but then turning back to move it out of the way so James didn’t have to do the same. He gave me a mock glare, but the smile that curved up his lips let me know he wasn’t really irritated with me.
I kicked the kickstand out on the bike and had to laugh when I remembered how Janie had reacted last week when her mother tried to give her a bike with training wheels.
“You should have seen how Janie reacted when her mother pulled out this pink sparkly bike with streamers on the handles. Oh, my God. I thought she was going to explode.”
“I saw. It didn’t make me happy. Janie’s been riding a bike without training wheels for two years now. It was too small and she hates pink.” James said with exasperation.
“You were there?” I gasped.
I’d continued to take Janie over to see her mother one day a month. I should’ve known he wouldn’t be far behind on those days. He didn’t trust Anna in the slightest. Hell, each subsequent visit we had with her made my status of her as an unfit parent even more and more concrete.
James grin was blinding when he turned around from opening the front door. “Oh, I was there. I watched as you held Janie when that bitch went to put her arms around her. I watched when Janie left two hours later attached to your back. I watched you drop her off at Cheyenne’s. I watched you walk inside your apartment and forget to set your alarm.”
The last part was growled. Come to think of it, I did remember not arming it. I also remember my brother calling to tell me that it wasn’t armed, and wondering how he even knew that little tid-bit of information.
I gave him an accusing look, but he looked unrepentant. “So that’s how Sam knew. His only explanation was ‘Do you think I’m stupid.’”
“Yeah, I should’ve known something was up then when he wasn’t upset that I’d followed you home and knew that you didn’t arm your alarm. He was happy that I’d called, and that I was watching out for you. My fucking sister.” He snarled.
After I closed the door, I put my hand on his shoulder. “Hey, this wasn’t your fault. I’m sure Cheyenne had a really good reason.”
“You know, she probably didn’t have a good reason at all, but I’ll let her explain it to me in a few days. Maybe then I won’t be so pissed off. This five weeks has really been sheer hell.”
I watched him lift his fingers and scratch his beard like he was contemplating saying something else, and when it continued on for another minute or so, I decided to give him some time and explore.
The first room I came to was a formal dining room. However, there was a Lego wonderland dominating the eight-foot glass table that gave it a ‘lived in’ feel instead of a ‘don’t spill a goddamn thing’ feel. Hell, the chandelier over the table had a string of army men hanging from the crystals.
“Yeah, my mom would have a fucking cow if she saw this right now. However, she informed me last week that the house was mine, and that she planned on moving in with Todd Masterson when she got home from her next assignment.”
I gasped and spun around. “Your mom is fucking your lawyer?”
His eyes squeezed shut as if he was in pain. “Yeah, from what I can tell. They got close during my first trial for custody of Janie ten months ago. They’ve taken it slow since they lost their significant others, whom they loved like crazy.
“Awww,” I cooed. “How sweet!”
He glared at me, took my hand, and showed me the rest of the house. You could definitely tell that it was a family home. Kid’s toys were laying everywhere. James’ socks and boots in the kitchen under the table. Dirty dishes in the sink. Cereal boxes out on the counters. Toothpaste cap of the tubes. They needed a housecleaner. Although, every bit of it is what you would expect in a home. What I didn’t expect was to walk into a dream room when I came to the door in the kitchen.
“Most houses in the South don’t have basements due to flooding and the Texas Red Clay making it nearly impossible to dig. I’m not sure why this house has it. All I know is I’m glad it does. I’ve made this into a hell of a down room. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until I moved back here.”
When I walked down the stainless steel steps, I stepped out into the ultimate man cave. There was a bar in the far corner made to look like a traditional Irish pub. The ground was concrete. However, it was unique in that it was painted a deep black. The walls matched the Irish theme of the bar, and had a wooden look to them. A massive sectional sofa sat against the far wall and faced an even more massive TV.
Neon beer signs and metal stars lined the walls. The front wall behind the bar held a map of the United States made out of license plates. Pictures of the Free ‘crew’ were interspersed here and there. I was even more surprised to see one of me. Everything fit what ultimately defines ‘man cave’ except one thing.
“Is that a hammock?” I asked walking towards it.
“Yeah,” James answered from directly behind me.
It was connected directly to the ceiling by chains. “Why?”
He laughed. “I get asked that a lot. Normally I say it’s a sex swing because it annoys Cheyenne, but since she’s not here to enjoy my taunting, I’ll tell you the truth.”
“And?” I asked with raised eyebrows as I sat back carefully into the hammock.
“I just wanted it. It gets fucking hot in the summer, and when we were in Iraq and Afghanistan, we slept on them. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I come down here. I can find it instantly on a hammock.”
“Oh,” I said somewhat disappointed that there wasn’t a better reason. “I like the sex swing explanation. It sounds better.”
His eyes darkened as he watched me throw my hands up above my head, which in turn exposed some of my belly. Goosebumps trailed over my body at the look in his eyes. Liquid heat pooled in my nether regions, but I didn’t rub them together. That would only bring more attention to my plight.
He leaned down and placed his hand at the top edge. “Scoot over so I can lay down.”
With a little maneuvering, I scooted over to the edge, and he rolled into place beside me. His leg seemed to buckle, though, because instead of easing down onto the hammock, he collapsed. The momentum of the shift in weight had me rolling so I was all but lying on top of him. My chest in his face. My left leg straddling his firm stomach, and my arms grabbing onto the ropes above his head.
His hands gripped my waist tightly, and it was all I could do not to rub my nipples against his face.
“Fuck,” I hissed and looked down into his eyes.
His mouth was level with my right nipple that was only shielded by a thin camisole. His eyes were dark and focused intently on my cleavage that was practically spilling out of my shirt.
From there, I’m not sure what happened first. It could’ve been me leaning down, or it might have been James leaning forward, but my nipple somehow ended up in James’ mouth. The fabric of my knit skirt slithered up my backside as James’ hand made its way up my thigh.
His hot mouth transferred to the other nipple, and my hands found their way into his hair, giving it a good yank when his seeking hand found my cotton covered core. Scratch that. They were no longer cotton covered anything when James’ hand fisted the flimsy fabric, and wrenched them from my body.
I jolted at the surprise, and reared up. My nipple escaped his mouth, and I looked down at him in astonishment. “You just tore my favorite pair of panties!”
His smile was definitely non-repentant. “I’ll buy you another pair.” He said just before fisting my hair, looping the ends around his fist, and pulling me carefully forward.
“My first boyfriend got me those panties! They have sentimental value!” I said in mock outrage.
I wasn’t really. I’d gotten them at the dollar store the first week I was in Kilgore. He didn’t need to know that though.
“Good riddance.” James murmured right before his mouth settled on mine.
I’ve had three sexual encounters in my life. Once with my high school boyfriend of five months. Once with a one night stand. And then there was Zander, who was the most selfish person on the face of the planet, so I never counted his sex. He was a stick it in and come kind of guy.
James was definitely not. Just from one simple kiss, I was so very close to tipping over the edge into an orgasm that I pulled away. My hips, however, did not stop their grinding, and I saw stars.
“Jesus, that’s all it took? Just your pretty little pussy rubbing up against my dick?” James asked, breathless from our kiss.
My hands went to the bottom of my camisole, and yanked it over my head. My breasts sprang free, and with no obstacle in his way, James latched onto them again with a voraciousness that surprised me.
“We can’t do this on here.” James said in between breasts.
“Watch me.”
Although it took some doing, I finally maneuvered myself to where my feet were planted firmly on the floor on either side of James body. Lifting up, I started fiddling with his belt to get it off. After three failed attempts to get the belt free, I finally glared at James. He tried to wipe the smile off his face, but didn’t quite manage it in time.
When I started to get off him, he reared up and wrapped his hands around my hips again. “Relax. It’s a police belt. It’s not meant to come off easily.”
With deft movements, he used his one free hand to work the belt loose of the loop. The clinging signaled he’d worked it free, then his hips lifted as he ripped the belt out from under his body. It hit the floor with a dull thud, and he lifted his arms so his fingers were gripping the wooden slat at the very top.
“Be gentle with me.” He rasped.
“Oh, this won’t hurt your leg in the least. Now that dick of yours....” I trailed off as I saw the ‘dick’ under question.
“Jesus,” I exclaimed. “I’m not really sure how this works.”
“How what works? You’ve never had sex before?” James asked, looking quite alarmed.
“Of course I’ve had sex!” I practically yelled. “What I haven’t had sex with, though, is a man with a piece of metal in his junk.”
“It’s the same concept, sweetheart. Just ease onto my cock. The piercing does its own work. It’d help if you got it nice and wet with your mouth first, however.”
I looked into his eyes to see if he was joking, but only need shined through. Shuffling back on my feet, I bent down and gave his cock head an experimental lick before fisting his hard length in my hand. My fingers encountered the piercing that had a starring role in my fantasies over the past few months, and I ran one finger around the top bead of the piercing.
The metal, warmed by his skin, was smooth. “Doesn’t this affect how you pee?” I asked just as I let my mouth sink down on his fat cock.
His strangled reply amused me. “Not unless I’m hard.”
Running my free hand down the length of his cock, I let my other wander down to cup his ball sack, and tug it lightly. He involuntary forced himself into my mouth, and I withdrew to take a breath.
“What kind of piercing is this?” I asked on my next lick that went down the length of his shaft.
“Reverse Prince Albert.” He gasped as I took his cock back into my mouth. The head of his cock met the back of my throat, the metal ball making the feeling incredibly weird.
James’ strangled cry made me laugh. “Can you fucking ride me already? I’m dying here.”
I let his dick slip from my mouth and stood. The knit skirt I was wearing fell, concealing my lady bits from his viewing pleasure. His response was to jackknife out of the hammock, place his own feet down onto the floor, and yank the skirt up until it was just under my breasts.
I’m sure he’d have taken it all the way off if he could’ve done it without standing and putting pressure on his leg. “Impatient are we?” I asked.
“I’ve been fucking coming in my sleep again like a damn teenager to dreams of you and how you taste. You have no goddamn clue how embarrassing that is. I can’t get the taste of you out of my mind. I torture myself all day long wondering if you taste the same as you did that day.” He groaned as he fell back to the hammock.
“Maybe we can do that later. Right now, I want to fuck your brains out.” I said softly before taking my abandoned position back up.
The head of his cock kissed my entrance, and just as I was about to sink down, he stopped me with a firm grip on my hips.
“Fuck,” James said trying to sit up again. “I need to go get a condom.”
“Only if you really want to. I’m clean. I had to have some tests run before I came here. I didn’t have any diseases, and I’ve been on birth control for a really long time.” I said, hoping beyond hope he didn’t ask me why I needed testing before I came here.
I’m pretty sure that’d be a mood killer to know the girl you were about to fuck into outer space had cancer less than a year ago.
“I’m clean, too. I had to have a physical to get hired on at at the PD. I also had a vasectomy when I had Janie.” He explained as he helped me line up his cock with my wet entrance.
Dropping my weight down once I had an inch or so inside me, I about burst out of orbit. That fucking piece of jewelry, combined with the size of his dick, stretched me and hit all the right places at once. Not one single iota of space was available for him to add more. I felt so full to bursting that I was already teetering on that razor wire that separated me from my orgasmic state.
“Jesus you’re tight.” James gritted out between clenched teeth.
“It’s been a while,” I explained.
“It feels like it’s been never. Ride me already.” He said, trying to move my hips to the motion he wanted.
I let him move me the way he wanted, totally feeling the way his cock’s piercing dragged against the spot inside of me that had never been stimulated by anything but me before.
“Oh, God.” I panted as I moved myself up with the rhythm of his hands on my hips.
I sank down only for him to lift me back up again. The slap-slap of our bodies meeting was the only thing besides our mingled breathing that could be heard in the room.
A glorious feeling of euphoria started to come over me, and I knew if he could keep it up just a few moments longer, I’d be falling over that cliff.
“I’m close.” I exhaled.
His response was one of his hands leaving my hip, and sliding down to collide with my clit. With deft flicks of his fingers, he worked me closer and closer to the pinnacle.
With his growled demand of, “Come,” I burst.
My channel clamped down hard on his cock. My pulsing vaginal muscles worked his cock, and shortly after I started to slow down, he sped up. Over and over he pounded into me, only extending my own orgasm.
“Fuck me!” He growled.
Doing just that, I started to slam myself down on his shaft. The slapping of our bodies meeting only got louder. However, the new sound of our mingling juices could be heard as well. His abdominal muscles tensed, and with one last thrust, he planted himself inside me as far as he could go.
Pulsating heat splashed against my cervix, sending me into another smaller orgasm that the one before it, but no less intense.
Falling forward, I lay against his chest. Both of us breathing hard and fast.
“That was...” I said, at a loss for words.
“Perfection?” He laughed.
“Yeah, perfection. I think any more sex like that’ll likely kill me. You’ll have to do all the work next time. I’m in no shape to keep that up as much as I want it.” I quipped.
“I think I can handle that. Just give me a few to recoup some of my breath.”
Quiet moments followed that announcement as we both caught our breath.
A board creaked above us, and we both turned our head until we had the basement door in our sights.
“Is that door locked?” I asked sitting up.
“Nope. The only other person it could be is my mom, who is out of state, or my sister.” He said, sitting up as well.
We didn’t rise, because to be honest, this would block more of our bodies from whomever it was than us standing and trying to scramble across the room and behind something to get dressed. That is if I could even find anything to dress into.
The creak of the basement door announced someone’s arrival. “James?” Cheyenne called.
“If you don’t want to see the swing in use, don’t come any further down.” James growled.
The descending feet stopped in their tracks, then turned and quickly ran back up the stairs. “Ohhhh, yuuuck!”
James’ chuckle, combined with my own, made him slip from the snug depths of my body in a wet rush.
“We’ve made a bit of a mess.” I stated the obvious.
“Sometimes a mess is a good thing.”