Sam

Ratchet took me home that night, his place. He carried me to his room and helped me take off the t-shirt, and the jeans Skully tore into shorts. He shed his clothes too, and we laid in his bed together. He wrapped his powerful arms around me and pressed his huge body against my back, keeping me safe as I slept. I didn’t dream of drowning anymore. I dreamt of puppies and kittens.

I slowly woke up to slippery warm softness gliding up and down between my slit. My silky lips were spread open and the same slippery softness was discovered, and he fondled my already swollen clit. It was sucked on softly, then flicked repeatedly. My hips began to move on their own, wiggling against that softness. My back arched, and I opened my eyes. His sensual mouth tormented my clit with so much ecstasy I cried out.

“Oh, James. Your mouth. Your tongue. It feels so good.”

I heard the vibration of his low moan on my pussy, and I cried out again.

“You taste so sweet, Sam… I don’t ever want to stop tasting you, pleasing you. Fucking you, and making love to you.”

His finger slid into my wet hole as his tongue continued to fondle my clit making little circles over it faster and faster.

My hips rose up of the bed again to his mouth and delicious thrusting finger. My body suddenly exploded in orgasmic pleasure, and I cried out, my walls clenching him.

“Oh, James! I need you now. I need you deep inside me!”

“Yes, Sam. Gonna give you what you need right now.”

His huge body moved up and over me. His engorged shaft filled me suddenly. He groaned, his hips pinned me beneath him. He gyrated and ground, his breathing shaky. He stretched me and buried himself deep. I cried out as he withdrew and thrust all the way back inside.

“You feel so goddam good, Sam. I can’t hold back. I’m gonna fill you up… Right fuckin’ now!”

I cried out as he exploded and filled me up deep inside. I felt him pulsate inside of me with his last drop. He collapsed on me, both of us panting, with a sheen of sweat covering us.

“I love you, Samantha,” he whispered next to my ear a few moments later.

“I love you, James.”

James took me to the bookstore a few days later. Kat was in tears and sobbing as she hugged me tightly.

“I’m so sorry, Sam! I should have done something!”

I pulled out of her tight hug, “You did do something, Kat. You helped save me. You called Ratchet. James.”

She smiled at me and pulled me in again for another tight hug. And I cried with her.

I still had my job, so all was good with that. James suggested, and I told Kat she was invited to come over to our place sometime for dinner and to join us at the Chaos clubhouse the next time we have a party. I would introduce her to some caveman bikers. They looked intimidating and scary on the outside but can be tame teddy bears around the females. She blushed and told me she would take me up on the offer soon.

James got word from among other clubs and bikers in the county that Sid wouldn’t be able ever to walk again. Knuck found out about the deal he made to sell me to the Russians, plus extorting the twenty-five thousand from James, and saw Sid’s broken nose and busted teeth that I gave him.

“That worthless piece of shit VP of a one percenter club got a little too greedy. Knuck was pissed beyond belief. But he wasn’t gonna go toe to toe with the Russians. So, he let them have Sid.”

James shook his head telling me this as we sat at the table eating eggs, sausage, and toast he made for breakfast.

“When the Russians discovered that morning you weren’t there for delivery; they beat the shit out of Sid. To the point where he almost died. Unfortunately, he lived, but he’ll be shacked up at Stayford Hospital in a body cast.”

Rusty and the other Hounds were searching for Skully. James still didn’t like him and wouldn’t have cared if Chaos handed him back over. But he did help get me out. He left the clubhouse once the sound of the Hounds’ pipes could no longer be heard. He left on his bike, and we hadn’t heard anything of him since. He was on the run. I figured he might have split town.

I played with my scrambled eggs with my fork; my mind consumed with images of Sid. Bruised, beaten, bones were broken, and his body encased in a plaster cast in a hospital bed. Those were images I could save and pull up for those times when we got swallowed up and rode that anxiety roller coaster.

James reached and brought my chin up with his forefinger and tapped it lightly to bring my eyes up to his. The side of his mouth lifted into a crooked smile, “Nice images, huh Little Rabbit?”

His eyes were the color of brandy. Looking at me made my heart beat faster.

“Yes, but I much rather have images of my ol’ man fucking me so good he makes me walk funny afterward.”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. Yes, I said that. He reached over, grabbed the seat of my chair and dragged me over to him.

“Come here, my little rabbit. We’re done with breakfast. Now it’s time to make you walk funny as you requested. For the rest of the day…”

I reached up to rub my nose when something soft tickled it. I felt it again. I scrunched my nose. I was in between that fogginess of sleep and wakefulness. A soft, high-pitched purr came to my sense of hearing. I opened my eyes to see a pair of eyes, cat eyes looking at me. My blurry vision focused on a little white kitten. Its tiny paw touched my nose and mewed. I sat up suddenly. James was standing beside the bed with a half smirk on his face.

“I never had any pets growin’ up as a kid. I liked Nomad. He was a loner, but he liked to rub up on me. And you too. I went to the local shelter this morning. They had a bunch of these little cats in a cardboard box. So, I picked this one.”

I picked up the tiny little soft furry thing. It mewed at me and batted and pawed at strands of my long dark hair.

“They’re called kittens, James.”

I had an adorable image of my big lumbering ol’ man picking up kittens out of the box.

“I got it some things like food and toys and a litter box? That’s what the clerk at the pet shop told me I needed. And need to take it to a vet for a check-up and shots. Or something like that.”

I raised the kitten up to check the sex.

“And this kitten is a female.”

I brought her back down to cradle her in my arms. Her fur was so soft and white. And the cutest thing I had ever seen.

“So, what do you want to call her?”

James tilted his head, watching me cuddle her.

“Gypsy. Can we call her Gypsy?”

James’ mouth lifted into a full-blown grin.

“Yeah, Sam. Let’s call her Gypsy.”

THE END