Page 32 of Road Rash

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Jonesie

One year later…

The music’s loud filling the bar from corner to corner so that we have to shout to be heard. The lead singer of Steppenwolf roars out the chorus to “Born to be Wild.” The men are getting rowdy. More than one glass bottle has been slammed against the sealed hardwood flooring.

A new girl started this year. Her name’s Mandy and she loves to dance on the bar. She’s got dark hair, all the curves in the world and a sexy, sexy smile.

I bring a tray over to the Outcasts’ table dropping a bottle in front of Mad Man, Steph, Specter and the others. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, shoving money for his drinks and a sweet tip into my front pocket.

“You heard from Rex?” I shout.

“What?” he shouts back.

“You heard from Rex?” I shout louder.

He shakes his head no. “Supposed to meet us here. I’m sure he’s just held up.”

Probably. Although the Lords are never late for the rally. The Horde haven’t shown up this year either. Something about the situation doesn’t sit well with me but Mad Man, who’s pretty good friends with Rex even though they live states apart, doesn’t sound concerned. What do I know? Until I’m told to worry, I go back to smiling and playing the room as I bring them their drinks.

I get summoned to a group of posers playing darts. One of the men orders a pitcher of beer then takes his shot, hitting the newspaper clipping with Slim’s face on it discussing his trial for the murder of the old timer and the attempted murder of Drake, Brandi and me. Slim loses a nose with that shot. I don’t want to bring bad karma down on myself for thinking this, but I hope he loses a lot more behind bars. He doesn’t deserve anything better. I get it, addiction is a sickness. But plenty of addicts don’t murder or attempt to murder. The jury felt the same way, giving him the maximum sentence possible. That man’s never getting out.

When Steppenwolf ends, new girl Mandy calls me over to the bar with her. She dumps a pitcher of water down the front of me making my clothing cling to my body. I do the same to her. Dane hates it when she does this. Since we’ve been going strong for a year now, I’ve found that the man has a protective streak, and how can he keep me safe when I’m giving the men a wet T-shirt show? It’s hardly a wet T-shirt show. I wrangle the girls properly. But “Pour Some Sugar on Me” starts up and that’s a freaking great song to dance on a bar to.

Brandi joins us, then I pull Remy up too, though as I scan the room, I notice Specter wearing the same face as Dane. Hmm… what’s that about?

We shake, shimmy and roll our bodies. Paper cash is flying through the air. I drop down to my hands and knees facing the room and swing my head in a circle, whipping my long hair. More paper money flies at me.

“Steph, get your ass up here,” I shout to my friend, Mad Man’s woman.

“No fucking way,” he shouts while trying to keep her in her seat. She grabs his junk, shoves her tongue down his throat, and when she has him where she wants him, she tears her mouth away and runs to us. Brandi and I pull her up on the bar and the room goes from crazy to a free for all.

It takes us twice as long to clean up tonight. The men and women went wild. I give Mandy and Remy hugs and cheek kisses. Brandi walks out with Dane and me. Drake is walking up to the front door when we get outside. She runs over to him, throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. He carries her back toward the motel. I’m not sure how he doesn’t trip. It’s not like he’s looking where he’s going, what with them eating each other’s faces.

Dane helps me into the truck and we take off toward home. It’s been the best year of my life. My pussy as well as my heart has never been so happy. Since we had a huge cleanup after Slim trashed our place, we invested in new furniture and he updated the bathroom and the kitchen. The bath freaking rocks. What with our first time together being in a tub, he liked it so much he decided that we’d be repeating that, but he wanted more room to move.

Who was I to argue?

The kitchen is amazing. We cook most of our meals together. It’s fun. We talk about our days. I only wait tables there during the rally. During the rest of the year we don’t need more than one or two servers on staff. I’m taking classes online. It’s funny how when I was younger, I looked at the prospect of four years of college as a chore. I love the challenge now.

Once we make it home, we let Burk out to mark his territory one last time for the night. The fireflies light up the field behind the house. It’s an amazing sight. The crickets are chirping. And this year there’s cicadas buzzing.

Moving here was a no brainer. I’d move to Borneo if I was moving to Dane. But every day I’m here reiterates what a smart idea it was.

Burk lumbers inside the house. Dane shuts and locks the door behind us. That’s when I turn on him, shoving him until his back hits the door and I press my mouth to his. Once I’ve got him all hot and bothered, I drop to my knees while frantically unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans and peel them down his gorgeous body.

I’m not much for preamble tonight, too turned on. I lick the tip when I grab him in my hand, then I suck him into my mouth. I’d like to say I give him head, but in reality, he fucks my mouth. My panties soak with anticipation.

Dane pulls me up off my knees and drags me into the living room where he shoves me roughly against the sofa, bending me over the cushioned back. He shoves my skirt up around my waist, then rips my panties from my body. It’s rough and wild. The exhilaration of the moment takes over wiping my mind completely of any thoughts other than Dane and his glorious tongue when he spreads me wide from behind and attacks my dripping sex like a starving man. I push back against him but his big hand to the center of my back traps me, keeping me from moving the way I want to.

It’s so good, so hot that my orgasm hits hard and fast. My legs buckle. The only thing keeping me standing is his hand. It’s completely dark in here. Neither of us taking the time to even switch on a lamp. I can’t see what he’s doing. I only feel it, and what I feel is nothing short of amazing.

He lifts my right leg, bending the knee, placing it on the edge of the cushion with the rest of my body and then sensation rips through me as he plunges inside, plundering my sex, hitting every spot I need him to hit. It’s hard and rough. The pounding is relentless, making my tits bounce. My hardened nipples scrape against the inside of my bra, my shirt and the sofa, driving me mad. He spreads me wider with each thrust while he presses my face against the soft pillow. My hips go up. I’m practically upside down. He climbs on the back of the sofa, teetering on the edge and brings his arms down caging me in between them. He fucks me upside down. He’s fucking me upside down! I didn’t know this position was even possible. Yet here we are.

“Harder,” I shout. It feels so good but I need more. I need everything he’s able to give me.

“You want harder, baby?” he asks as he lifts himself off me, lifting me from the sofa and spins around until his ass is resting against the cushion. He drives me down over and over on his engorged cock. The buildup can’t be described. I feel like I’m being ripped in half down the middle.

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