Aaron - Day 22

After we’d injected each other with the most addictive drug on the planet: our sex, Megan would talk to me until I fell asleep. Sports, book ideas, music, what I did at work—we’d talk about everything. Our sex could be bottled and sold as sleeping pills, so our conversations never lasted very long.

I appreciated her efforts to converse with me when I got the distinct impression that she would have been just fine without words. Her soothing, low tone relaxed me, but there was something else in her tone that sparked with hints of care and understanding. However, it wasn’t lost on me that she never seemed to want to talk about herself.

Before she allowed herself to be lured completely into the dream world, she’d sink her fingers into my beard and fall asleep cupping my chin. Like a number other actions that were a no-way-in-hell to other women, Megan was the only one I allowed to touch my beard.

I also enjoyed Megan’s musical playlist so much that she’d cloned it and downloaded it to my phone. While I was at work, I found myself texting her silly text messages and what once was rare smiles, turned into beaming grins each time I saw her replies.

Who the fuck was this new Aaron and where had the real Aaron gone? Texting, being silly, and enjoying the company of a woman was out of my character. Surely, I’d lost my natural fucking mind, and the craziest thing about the situation was I didn’t give a flying fuck. For once in my life, I enjoyed something other than motorcycles, a good fight, and staring down the sight of a weapon aimed at an unlucky target.

Megan enjoyed running. It was a rare piece of information I’d learned about her when she’d asked if it was safe to run in the sea of thick trees that surrounded my house. I told her no. I didn’t want to risk anything happening to her.

Aaron - Day 23

After I got off from work, I showed up with a new treadmill for Megan to run on. The happiness my gesture brought her did funny things to my heart. This tugging at my heartstrings had to stop, so I paused and took a step back.

When Megan showed me how grateful she was for my gesture, I forgot all about stepping back and allowed myself to fall further into the danger I’d been letting myself slip into.

We were playing a dangerous game. We were starting to cross a line that shouldn’t be broached and acting like a couple. Is that what the fuck we were now, a couple?

Aaron - Day 24

Today consisted of work and fucking Megan. First we did it in the living room and then on the stairs before we ended up in my bed. During our break she studied my body the way she always did. She cooked for me and served me dinner before letting me fuck her on the kitchen table.

Megan - Day 25

I ran on my new treadmill, cooked for Aaron, and made sure my pussy was shaved clean the way he told me he liked it. God, why was I encouraging him and not stopping this shit from going any deeper than it already was?

To be honest, I was enjoying these days I had with Aaron so much. I was starting to regret that my days left to be here were dwindling down. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that my craziest idea ever would’ve turned into one of my most exciting.

Later that evening after we’d worn ourselves out, I learned that Aaron’s full name was August Aaron Knox V, but he preferred using his middle name, Aaron. A rare shyness had landed on his face when he told me that he’d never told anyone else this bit of news. He wasn’t even sure if all of his MC members knew his full name.

When he told me about his younger brother, Ryan, it tore my heart apart. He tried, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he’d loved his little brother deeply. The sorrow seeped from his gaze and leaked between the syllables of his words.

When Aaron said about as much as he was going to say about Ryan, he changed the subject to his grandfather. Aaron’s grandfather had started the club after he’d returned from WWII back in 1946. His grandfather had claimed that he’d seen too much action in the war to return to the quiet life of a butcher, so he’d started the August Knights Motorcycle Club. Most of the Knox men joined some form of military branch, either for the training or to pay homage to their MC’s founder.

It was starting to bother me how much of Aaron’s life he had started to share with me. There was no way I was going to share any of my personal information with Aaron other than what he already knew about me. I didn’t need or want him tracking me down when the time came for me to leave.

If he somehow found me after my thirty days of working for his MC was completed, there was no guarantee that I wouldn’t follow him anywhere he wanted me to go. So, I was going to let caution be my guide and avoid the personal stuff.

Aaron - Day 26

I surprised Megan and drove home for my lunch break. I sneaked into my garage and caught her running her little heart out on that treadmill. The way she worked out made me wonder if she was doing it to stay fit or to stay strong and in shape for some other reason.

Sometimes it seemed she was training for a secret mission that only she knew about. I’d caught her practicing punches and kicks, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and all sorts of strengthening and muscle-building exercises.

Either way, her efforts were paying off because her body was pure perfection. I licked my lips at the sight of sweat glistening on her brown skin.

Unable to help my fucking self, I ended up dragging Megan off the treadmill, mid-stride. With her music plugged in, I fucked her against my garage wall. It was the best and only sweaty-exercise sex I’d ever participated in. I also refused to allow her to take out her music, which made the episode so much more intense.

Aaron - Day 27

Megan got her period today; a modified version of it at least. Since she had that birth control device implanted in her arm, she assured me that her period never lingered for more than a day or two. She called it spotting or something. I didn’t understand it and had no intention of asking for the details.

Megan didn’t let whatever was happening to her body stop her from giving me the best head of my life, though. I’d been getting so much pussy lately that I’d forgotten the other ways you could enjoy sex. Long story short, today I’d found out that Megan’s mouth was as big an addiction as her sweet pussy.