Wheeler
Ember was driving me insane. I had just cum in her. Twice. And if the rain hadn’t stopped, I probably would have fucked her again. This little trip to San Diego was beginning to have a few more perks than I’d initially thought it would have. With that, though, I could feel the line between business and pleasure blurring steadily with … something more. Something I wasn’t going to think about right now.
Because of our detour, we wouldn’t make it to the San Diego chapter before nightfall. With the lookout for Ember, I didn’t want to push our luck being in pubic too late when she had already been noticed by a day drunk.
I wheeled us into a motel parking lot. It was a shady kind of deal, but it meant that the owner was likely used to shady people and used to not talking when they weren’t supposed to.
“Wait here. I’ll get our room and everything set up.”
She nodded.
“No problem. Don’t take too long though. I’m freezing,” she said with a laugh.
I chuckled. Right … should probably do something about that.
I walked into the motel and went up to the front counter.
“Hey, I need a room for the night.”
“You want a suite, double beds …?” The person behind the counter didn’t even look up from his magazine, but I didn’t really care about personable people or manners.
“Just whatever single bed room is available. I don’t really care.”
The man sighed and closed his magazine—after marking its place where he was reading—and started typing on an incredibly old computer.
“I got room one-thirteen open.”
“That’s fine.”
He got me a keycard and a pamphlet.
“Enjoy your stay,” he said blandly.
“I’m sure I will. Oh—is there somewhere in here I can wash clothes or something?”
“Down the hall to the left. You have to bring your own detergent though.”
“Right. Okay, thanks.”
I took the keycard and the pamphlet that I wouldn’t need and headed outside, waving Ember over.
“Come on.”
She hopped off the bike and came over to me. I led her inside, past the man at the reception desk before he could get a good look at her, just out of precaution. I opened up one-thirteen. It was a standard, rinky dink little motel room, but it had a bed, and that would do for now.
“He said that there was a place we could wash our clothes,” I told her. “So I figure you hop in the shower and I’ll take your things down, wash them. You get out, get dressed, and then you can take my stuff.”
“How domestic.”
I stuck my tongue out at her.
“Sound like a good idea or not? I’ll order pizza or something when we’re done. I’m fucking hungry as shit, yanno.”
She laughed.
“Sounds like a good idea.”
She started to get undressed. It felt natural at this point, even after only a few days of being in each other’s presence. Then again … We’d fucked twice now. So there was that.
I took her clothes and kissed her on the nose.
“I’ll be back with these.”
I think she tried to hide the blush that flamed across her face, but she couldn’t hide it from me. I chuckled and went out, getting her clothes done while she was bathing.
The washing machine and the dryer system that the hotel had was shit, but it would do. It didn’t take nearly as long as they did back home, but I could only assume that was to keep people from taking up a bunch of time getting clothes washed. Not like this motel was busy enough for that.
Ember’s clothes took a whopping thirty minutes to get through. I brought them back to the room clean and dry. She was sitting on the bed with her towel wrapped around her, legs crossed.
“Took you long enough,” she teased. I tossed her clothes to the bed.
“Hush. You just got out of the shower; you’re still sopping wet. You weren’t waiting that long.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and dropped her towel.
“I’m going to make you wait extra-long,” she said. “For your clothes now. An hour. Maybe even two. And you’re not even going to be able to come after me because you won’t be in any clothes. You’ll just have your towel and maybe the shred of dignity that that towel will bring.”
“You’re so mean. You know that, don’t you?”
She grinned.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She went to finish putting her clothes on, but I was snatched them from her. Before she could properly protest, I nudged her back on the bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, giving me a raised brow. I only grinned at her and scooted onto the bed with her, between her legs.
“You’re being awfully mean to me, so I think I’m gonna punish you.”
She snorted.
“Is that what you think you’re gonna do?” She rolled her eyes at me and went to scoot away, but I got her by the thighs before she could get herself away. I spread her wide open, seeing those pretty petals of pussy in front of my face.
“It’s definitely what I know I’m gonna do, Ember. What are you gonna do? Stop me?”
She bit her lip, watching me. But she didn’t tell me no, either.
I smirked at her and leaned in, breathing in her scent. She smelled so good, I couldn’t help but drag my tongue out over her slit. She arched against me, but I held her down. I was the one in control after all.
“Ah, ah. You keep still and let me do what I want.”
“Fuck you.”
“If you insist.”
I delved into her pussy with my tongue, lapping up at the juices that were beginning to pool between her lips. She moaned.
“Oh, Wheeler, fuck.”
I chuckled against her folds and fucked her on my tongue. In and out, in and out, slurping and suckling, too. I held her hips so I could have her the way I wanted her, and the wetter she got, the more she mewled and tried to buck up against me. When I had her riled, I moved up, taking her clit in my lips.
Her thighs trembled hard and she cried out.
“Fuck, fuck—!”
Wet pooled out from between her pussy lips. She had cum—good. But that didn’t mean I was going to stop and when she realized that, her whines got higher.
“Wheeler, it’s so much.”
“You can handle it.”
She whined again and I kept my mouth on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and letting my tongue work over it hard. She tasted divine and her clit felt good in my mouth, like it had been made to be sucked between my lips to taste.
I growled. I fucking loved doing this to women, especially thick women like Ember with flesh to dig my nails into and pussies lush and sweet.
I tongue-fucked another orgasm out of Ember, and then another, and on the fourth she had her hands in my hair tugging and pulling.
“Too much, too much—”
I flicked my tongue over her pussy one more time before I looked up at her.
“Hmm?”
“Too … too much …”
I grinned up at her and moved up her body. Being an asshole, I slid my fingers between her lips again and teased her, making her buck and clasp her thighs tight together.
“Asshole.”
“You like it.”
“It’s tolerable.”
I nuzzled my nose to hers and laughed.
“I’ll take it.”
She breathed out heavily, wiggled a little on her bed.
“What about that was supposed to be punishment, by the way? That felt pretty good, if you ask me.”
“Well it’s punishment because now you have to go wash my clothes on your wobbling post- orgasm legs.”
Ember smacked me.
“Okay, you’re definitely an asshole. Whatever. Get up and get off me so I can wash said clothes, you prick.”
I laughed but started to get undressed as Ember got her clothes on. She took mine in hand and stuck her tongue out at me as she left to go wash mine.
“Don’t drown in the shower,” she teased.
“No promises.”
Ember
I took Wheeler’s clothes, reeling from the events of the day. It was … a fog of stress and sex and just …
God, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
My legs were like jelly when I walked down the hall. Between his cock and his tongue, I was having the best sexual experiences that I had ever had in my life. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was a thing. A thing that was making it hard to think clearly.
Imagine what it would be like to just pick up, drive off on the back of Wheeler’s motorcycle, and forget about everything behind us?
Something that wasn’t going to happen, for obvious reasons, but it was tempting! A girl could dream, right? That was the phrase, wasn’t it?
I tried not to let myself dwell too hard on it while I had Wheeler’s clothes in the wash and then to dry. They truly didn’t take a long time to get through, which was convenient for me. I pulled them out and brought them back to Wheeler, who was lying there on the bed completely naked. I rolled my eyes and tossed his clothes to him.
“You’re such a man,” I said.
He laughed and started dressing.
“You haven’t had a lot of problems with that yet.”
In spite of myself, I smiled.
“No … no, I haven’t, I suppose.”
Wheeler gestured me over and I crawled in bed with him. It was a comfortable thing to do now. I guess that was what happened when you were in dire straits with a man, huh? I snuggled to his side and wrapped tightly around him. He smelled so clean, with the musk of a man. I smiled a little to myself.
“You know, I haven’t cuddled with someone in forever.”
His arm came around my shoulder.
“Really? I would think you’d had a long line of men to cuddle and have you nice and fucked out.”
“A long line wanting that, perhaps. I’m a picky girl.”
“I’m flattered to hear that.”
I was quiet for a moment before I looked up at Wheeler.
“Hey,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Seriously though … Um. Thank you. For all that you’re doing for me.”
“I don’t think I’ve actually done anything at the moment.”
“Well, you saved me, then you vouched for me. And on top of whatever you need to sort out with your club, you’re willing to keep me out of trouble. That’s a lot to do for someone who’s a glorified stranger, really.”
“Well,” he said. “Maybe after all this you won’t be a stranger anymore and it won’t be so weird to you that someone’s doing something like this for you, eh? Also—you don’t have to keep thanking me, you know. We’ll eventually get this sorted, part ways. Whole nine years coming full circle kind of shit. Don’t sweat it.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay. I get it. And—yeah. That would be nice.”
Wheeler pressed a kiss to my head, and for the life of me, I didn’t know why, but it just made me feel good inside. Like that giddy feeling that you get when someone you like looks your way while you’ve been staring at them and daydreaming about them.
But that was honestly really, really silly. I laughed at myself.
God, Ember, you’re starting to sound way too smitten for your own good …
I woke up before Wheeler again—I was beginning to realize that he was a late sleeper through and through and found that kind of cute, to be honest. It didn’t do the bad-boy biker persona much good, but it did … do Wheeler as a person some good.
God, stop staring, weirdo.
I shook my head and got up out of bed. The motel room, like most hotels and motels, had a cheap little instant coffee setup. I got some going. The scent of brewing coffee was what finally roused Wheeler from his sleeping. He groaned and rolled over in the bed, peeking at me.
“You’re up?”
“Obviously. Honestly, how late do you usually sleep when there’s not someone else around?”
“In my defense,” he said, sitting up in the bed. “Most of the time I’m dealing with shit in the afternoon or evening. I don’t have to be up and alert for this early morning garbage you seem to be hardwired for.”
I smirked.
“We’re supposed to be heading out today though, remember? We can’t afford to sleep around in the motel all day.”
Though there was something else we could do in the motel all day.
Wheeler gave me a look that made me wonder if he could hear my very much inappropriate thoughts. His eyes roved for a moment before he chuckled to himself and hoisted on out of the motel bed. He came over, brushing against me as he used his size to nudge me on out of the way. I let him do his thing and make us our cups of coffee. It wasn’t the best, but it was good enough for giving a morning boost.
“Remind me to make something decent and fresh when we get to San Diego,” he muttered.
I laughed.
“What, don’t tell me that you’re a coffee connoisseur?”
“I like good brew, and that’s about it. This isn’t good brew. Tastes like shit.”
“I hate to know that you know what shit tastes like.”
I dodged his playful swipe, laughing at him heartily.
“You’re far too energetic this morning. It’s unnatural. You should be tired and angry, like me.”
I stuck my tongue out at him, feeling playful.
“And why would I want to be like that, when I could be in a good mood? Come on.” I downed the remainder of my coffee, much to Wheeler’s obvious horror at the fact that I was apparently less put off by the lesser quality of the coffee than he was. “We’re supposed to be getting on the road, not staying around here debating coffee.”
He tilted his head at me a little.
“You’re sure in a hurry.”
“I’d like to start getting things in motion—which you’re not doing there griping.”
Wheeler sighed—but I was right, and he knew I was right. There was another reason, however, that I was wanting to get on the road.
The more and more we were doing this thing, this … domestic kind of playful thing, the more that I liked it. I knew that it was far too soon for that. Especially with the circumstances.
So I was happy when Wheeler gave a gruff nod and downed the rest of his coffee with the biggest grimace that I’d ever seen a person give. It made me giggle a little and I had to stifle it, but Wheeler caught it anyway. He shot me a glance and stuck out his tongue, like a big baby.
“I’m not going to make you decent coffee when we hit San Diego, just for that. You’re a rude little shit.”
I snickered at him and decided to go ahead and wash up a little before we got ready to leave. I went to the bathroom and ran water to wash my face and to at least swish some water in my mouth. I heard the television turn on in the other room and Wheeler clicking through the channels.
My thoughts wandered.
This was such a whirlwind situation. By all rights, I should have been terrified—I had nothing anymore; the law was after me; and I was at the mercy of the good graces of a biker gang. Which wasn’t wholly accurate, since the only real good graces were that of Wheeler.
I liked him. We didn’t know each other well, but he was caring under that tough biker façade and I guess that was something that drew me to him. I called back to our time together, and to the sex. That amazing, titillating (unprotected) sex. I wasn’t usually so careless, but I didn’t really mind …
Don’t tell me you’re falling for him already, girl. You know how these things go.
I didn’t have a lot of time to ruminate further on that; Wheeler called to me from the motel room.
“Hey, Ember? You might want to see this.”
My brow rose; I didn’t like the sound of that.
I spit out the water and made my way out and into the motel room. Wheeler had the news on, and I was beginning to think that the only thing that the news was good for these days was bringing me bad news.
I watched the anchor on the television give his damning report.
“We received a tip this morning that Ember Amor was recently seen out and about at a local bar, The Dive. Commonly frequented by motorcycle clubs and often a hotbed for violence, The Dive isn’t a stranger to criminal activity, and last night was no exception. This updated tip, however, has confirmation that Ember Amor was in the company of a member of the Satan’s Son’s motorcycle club. It’s highly likely that they are working together—”
Wheeler cut the television off.
I wasn’t even angry. Mostly, I was numb. I should have expected this, but for some reason I hadn’t. I’d thought things were already bad; but they were just getting worse and worse every time someone decided they were going to open their mouths about me.
“You think that cops are going to be coming this way?” I had to ask the question.
Wheeler pondered on it.
“They mentioned the bar, but I doubt they have any kind of intel on where we went. They could say that we left together, but there’s a lot of places that we could have gone between the bar and literally anywhere else in California.” He looked down to me.
“Come on. Let’s get a move on. The faster we get back up back home and figure out a way to clear your shit up, the better things will end up being for you.”
I couldn’t say that I disagreed with him.