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I laid in bed that night as every part of my day flitted through my mind. The room around me was hot, the single fan in the corner of the room blowing cool air at me while I curled up under the thin blanket. My mind drifted off to the one person I couldn’t stop thinking about. I could practically still smell his cologne from being around him all day. I thought of his perfect head of brunette hair, those deep, warm eyes, and the way his muscles bulged when he gripped the handles of his bike. I thought about that intoxicating smile of his, the shape of his chiseled jaw as it tensed, and the way he glanced down at my lips before kissing me. In the midst of all my chaos, he was captivating. He was everything I never knew I wanted, the kind of man that made every day feel like a wild ride.
I imagined what it would be like to feel his lips on mine, the warmth of his skin, and the way he’d feel on top of me. My hands slid down to my soft gray pajama shorts, slipping them off slowly, spreading my legs apart. The sheer curtains danced in the wind as the warm Mascid evening left me breathless. I felt the sweat trickle down the back of my neck, my hair sticking to the sides of my cheeks as my fingers brushed against my wet pussy lips. I pushed my hips deep into the mattress, my other hand digging into the fabric of my bedsheets while my fingers toyed with my clit.
I let out a soft moan, imagining what it would be like to scream his name as he’d thrust his hard dick inside of me. I panted, feeling the tension rise, and with every slow movement, I felt like I was going to erupt. I felt the warm sensation between my legs, growing more intense by the minute, and I pictured that beautiful face of his looking down at me while he fucked me. My fingers glided down to my opening, the tightness I’d once felt inside of me began to loosen as I slipped them inside, driving them deep inside the way I imagined he would. I shut my legs when the pleasure began to become too much to handle, my fingers rubbing against my clit again until I felt it start to swell. I was the wettest I’d ever been in my entire life. I felt it start to trickle down my inner thighs when I rubbed circles around my swollen clit. I opened my legs wide again, holding the orgasm in so I could extend the moment a little longer, but I knew that if he were here right now, that wouldn’t even be possible.
He ignited something inside of me that I’d never experienced before. I thought about how passionately and intensely he’d fuck me while my fingers found my opening again, slipping in and out of my wetness as I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. My other hand ran up the curves of my body like a single feather, finding my bare breast underneath the T-shirt I’d worn to bed, squeezing my nipple tightly.
I thrust my fingers deep inside of me, feeling the wetness coat them as my legs began to shake and my lips began to quiver. I panted hard, unable to catch my breath as I felt the pressure build within me. I let out another loud moan, rubbing my puffed clit and swollen pussy lips until the orgasm erupted through me, and all I could think about was him.
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I woke with the familiar soreness between my legs. My eyelids fluttered open as the sun started to spill into my room, and just like that, I was jolted back to reality. I sighed, tearing the sheets from my legs so I could get ready for the day. The house felt numbingly empty, and the more time I spent there, the more I was reminded of the fact that I had absolutely no idea whether Uncle Axle was okay. Every time I had a moment to myself I glanced down at my cell phone, my heart sinking into my stomach at the thought of losing him, but I knew I couldn’t dwell on that if I wanted to get him back.
I grabbed my keys, got onto the back of my bike, and drove down to the shop. There was only one other mechanic there, hard at work when I walked into the hot garage. He put down his tools, wiping his hands on a washcloth before looking up at me.
“Hey, Ronnie. How are things? I’ve held down the fort for a little while, but I’m afraid business is going to start picking back up soon, and we’re going to have to probably talk about new hires. How’s Axle doing?”
“Hm?”
“Axle? You said he was out of town on a family thing.”
“Right. Sorry. I don’t think he’s going to be back for a while, but he told me to do what I can for now. You’re right, Jeff. If business starts picking up again then we’re going to need more manpower around here. Uncle Axle did a lot of the heavy lifting, and I guess we’re just going to have to hire some more help in the meantime. Think you can put a sign out front?”
“Yeah, I can do that. No problem.”
“Thanks.”
I ventured off into Uncle Axle’s office, taking in everything just as he’d left it. His half-empty coffee cup was still sitting on his desk next to the ledgers he was going over. He had a detailed log of everyone that came through here, and as I perused it, I wished I would’ve known if the person that took him ever stopped in for a fix. My heart ached glancing around his office, remembering how we’d sometimes grab lunch together or I’d eat and enjoy the air-conditioning on a hot day while he was going over the books. He was truly all I had, and part of me was afraid I’d never get to see him again. I sighed, shutting the ledgers and storing them away before I grabbed the cup to go wash it out.
I placed it next to the coffee machine that we stowed away in the utility closet so that it was safe for him when he made it back home. I was just about to roll up my sleeves and get started on work for the day when I heard a familiar voice call out my name.
“Ronnie! I’m glad you’re here! I was actually going to ask that one over there if there was space for a last minute fix,” said Anna.
She approached me with a man by her side. He was tall, hulking, with a soft graying beard. His eyelashes were dark, and his eyes were bloodshot. I could’ve sworn there was a nasty gash on the side of his neck, near where his dog tag chain sat. He was covered in tattoos and something about him made me feel uneasy. I wasn’t sure if it was the way he’d been looking at me or the smile that seemed disingenuous, but my gut told me that this was exactly the kind of biker I should steer clear of.
“My friend here has to get back on the road by morning, and I was hoping you’d be able to squeeze him in. Please?”
Anna batted her eyelashes at me, and I nodded just so I had an excuse not to make eye contact with this man anymore. He smiled while I studied his bike for a moment before hauling it into the garage.
“Thank you, uh, Ronnie, right?”
“Yes.”
“You’re doing me one hell of a favor here. I owe ya one,” he said.
His voice was low, monotonous, and surprisingly insincere for what he’d said. I got to work properly inspecting his bike, and I was grateful that the fixes weren’t going to take me very long. Once I began getting my hands dirty, I looked over at the two of them for a moment to see that they were getting quite cozy with each other. The man pulled Anna in with his large, meaty hands, kissing her hard. He smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. I wondered what a woman like Anna could possibly see in a guy like him. I tried not to think too much of it, but every time I bent down to work on his ride or get up to get another tool, I felt his eyes plastered onto my body. It felt like he was watching my every move, and it made my stomach turn violently.Who the hell is this guy?
Chapter Nine
Ripper
I woke up on the couch with a beer still in my hands, the soft blue light from the television flickering as the sun was starting to come up. I barely had a second to catch myself before my phone started ringing off the hook. I wrinkled my eyebrows, groaning, wondering who the fuck would be calling this early. I grabbed my phone, answering it while I shut my eyes again as my body begged for more sleep.
“Ripper. You heard from Claymore?” asked Tank.
The worry in his voice rocked me because it’d been a damn long time since I’d heard it. Tank was always the kind of man to keep things cool, to stay calm even when shit was about to hit the fan. I knew right away that this had to mean fucking trouble.
