Integrity Has No Bounds (5 page)

“Let me get my purse.” He helped her to her
feet, and stood himself. She was too embarrassed to look at his
face, but looking down was a mistake. The hard length displayed
behind his jeans was obvious, and her head shot up to look at his
face. “I, uh. Do you, uh, want me to take care of that for you?”
She didn’t know if the idea excited her because she knew she was
the one that caused his hard-on, or because she wanted to taste
him. Either were legitimate reasons.

He shook his head, “Not yet, maybe when we
get to the place we’re going. I can deal for a few. Once my pants
come off, we aren’t going anywhere until we’re both too tired to
blink.”

Okay, that was pretty clear, he planned to
get naked with her and, too tired to blink? That might be fun, but
why was he suddenly interested? She planned to find out as soon as
possible. She picked up her purse and moved toward the door where
he stood. “I’ll follow you in my Jeep.”

They got outside and she headed for her
vehicle, but he had her arm and shook his head. He watched her
closely as she opened the door and started to hike her leg inside.
“Do you really want to test me tonight?” She backed out of the
doorway, and bent to put her key under the mat.

She straightened up and glared at him. “I
don’t like you.” His shrug at her words, showing her that he wasn’t
impressed. “I busted a nail taking the key from the ring, do you
know how long it took me to grow these claws out?”

He knew damn well that she didn’t have the
kind of claws she was bitching about, her nails were blunt cut, and
playing the guitar kept them that way. She had small callouses on
her fingertips from the strings, so he grinned. “Sorry about that,
I’m a mean fucker.” He dropped the helmet over her head and secured
it, before reaching into his saddlebag and pulling out a turtle
shell helmet for himself. It wasn’t exactly legal, but the heat
usually left him alone at night. They rarely tried to stop a bike
after dark around here, period.

He took her off the kickstand and started the
engine before jerking his head for her to hop on. She hesitated for
a few heartbeats, took a few deep breaths, and lifted her leg over
the seat behind his hips. The last ride she’d taken was with her
brother, and it was also the day she lost her only sibling. A year
ago, he’d dropped her off at the bar and left for a meeting at the
Breed’s clubhouse. He never made it home. She didn’t know he was
dead until she saw the police cruiser in front of the bar the next
morning, and Deputy Wilson held his hat in his hands as he informed
her that Harry was found in Glory Ravine, dead of an apparent
single vehicle accident. There hadn’t been much for her to
bury.

The theory was that he’d lost control of the
bike and ran off the road, flipping the bike end over end and
bursting into flames, burning Harry’s body beyond recognition. She
kept looking at the pictures of the accident and later, she’d
finally discovered what bothered her so much about the accident.
The bike was burned, but there was not a ding or a dent anywhere on
the machine. She prayed Harry was faking his death for most of the
last year, but came to the realization that someone had killed her
brother and set it up to appear to be an accident.

Her ass was numb from sitting on the four by
six inch pad of leather before they came to a two track leading
into the woods. She held on for dear life and he drove around the
potholes and tree roots in the unkept path. He stopped the scoot in
front of an oversized log cabin, with a wooden porch complete with
a swing, and a raccoon was chewing on something as he sat on the
railing.

It was too dark to see much, but the small
clearing let the light from the moon and stars illuminate the
steps. She tried to pull her leg from the bike, but got a cramp in
her buttcheek and grabbed it, attempting to rub out the painful
muscle. “Fuck, damn it, fuck, that hurts.” She pulled her leg and
ended up on her ass in the tall grass for her efforts, with the
cramp still keeping her leg taut.

John shook his head at the sight of her half
reclining on the grass.
Damn, I should
have thought about
that
. That pad was mostly for show anyway. It was a fucking
wonder that she hadn’t been bitching all the way here.

He set the kickstand on one of the flat rocks
in the ground and moved to help her.

“Hey, hang on a minute, let me help you,
first let’s get the brain bucket off your head, it’s wobbling
around until only half of your face is showing.” He removed the
helmet and set it on the seat of the bike. She was making such an
awful grimace he felt doubly bad for her, and reached for her
thigh. He rolled her onto her stomach and began kneading her back
just above the cheek of her ass, and down her thigh until he felt
the muscles relax. “There you go, I thought you rode before, sorry
about that.”

Stevie rolled onto her back and took the hand
he was extending to her to assist her up. “I used to ride with
Harry all the time, I even have a license to ride, but I haven’t
gotten a bike yet. And for your information, big boy, my brother
was considerate enough to have a decent seat on his scoot. Unlike
some men I could name that are dumb enough to believe a woman wants
to be numb from the waist down after fifteen miles of riding on a
thin slice of leather over a metal fender. I should have taken my
chances in my Jeep. I’ll be lucky if I don’t walk bowlegged.”

He wasn’t about to defend his choice of
transportation. This was his personal bike, he knew this baby from
the ground up. He should since he built it himself. It had a 1200
Harley motor and he’d given it a little love, making it into a
1500, the tranny came with the motor, but the rest of the bike was
strictly John Handy. He had two other bikes at the shop, one was a
bagger with the kind of seat she was talking about, and the other
was for playing in the mud and rougher terrain.

“Come on, you want to ignore Igor there, he’s
a bum. I made the mistake of feeding him when his mother was killed
up at the highway. I brought him here to turn loose but he was too
small to take care of himself so I took him to the shop for Lonnie
and Chewy to take care of. Chewy took him home and let his ol’ lady
and kids take care of it. He’d probably still be at their house
raising hell but he bit Chewy and one of the kids. So here he is,
back in the wild, he shows up for handouts when he knows I’m
around.”

He turned around after unlocking and opening
the door to invite her in, but she was petting the little shit.
Igor was chattering at her and trying to get her to pick him up.
She was giggling, and he liked hearing that sound coming from her.
“Come on, you can listen to his story of sadness tomorrow, trust
me, he’s always complaining about something.”

He flipped the lights on in the main room of
the cabin and she was happy to see that the place was furnished
nicely. In her opinion it needed a few splashes of color, but the
room was open and she loved the wood paneling. She walked to a
painting done in oil featuring a river and trees. It was beautiful.
Along beside it were pictures of the same area that the painting
depicted.

The furniture was large, leather, and looked
comfortable enough to sleep on. She turned to see John taking a
beer from the stainless fridge. All in all the open concept of the
place was country living, with modern conveniences. She loved
it.

He didn’t ask what she thought of the place,
it was his, and he liked it. It would be good if she liked the
place, but not necessary for the purpose as far as he could see.
From the way she was touching everything and nodding as she made
her way around the living room, he felt satisfaction settle in. Her
approval was not necessary, no, but knowing that she enjoyed some
of his personal touches made him smile.

“The bathroom and bedroom are in back through
there,” he gestured to the opening in the back wall of the room.
“You can find towels and stuff in there.”

She had to say something, “I love this place,
it fits the setting, and I can see me curling up on that couch to
read a good book in front of the fireplace when it’s cold outside.
I would buy a place like this in a heartbeat if I could afford it.
You were lucky to find it. The only drawback I can see would be,
not wanting to leave the place to go to work every afternoon.”

She walked through the short hallway and
opened a door. Thankfully it was the bathroom. Again she was
surprised and admitted to jealousy. Lucky man, to own the claw
footed oversized tub. The corner featured a glass enclosed shower,
but the main attraction was that tub. She promised herself that if
she ever could afford a place of her own, she would have one of
them so she could “wallow around like a pig in mud” as her brother
used to say. She sighed, and began to strip out of her smoke
scented clothes. A shower was the quickest way to get clean, and
she stepped inside the glass door.

The heat of the water relaxed her and allowed
her to let go of most of the day’s tension. She rinsed the soap off
and reached for a towel,
uh oh, problem
. She stepped out
onto the pile of her dirty clothes, and scooted her feet over to
the cupboard to snag a large bath towel. She toweled her hair first
to get the excess water down to a minimum, her hair was really in
need of a cut, but she hadn’t taken the time to make an
appointment. It was nights like this that she regretted her habit
of putting it off. It would take her a while to comb the butt
length wheat colored mess. She would just throw a braid in it after
detangling it and call it good for the night.

Drying the rest of her body, and looking for
the shorts and tank she’d brought to sleep in, reminded her that
the clothes were in her bag in the other room.
Damn
. She
wrapped the towel around her and tucked the end under her arm. She
tried to call for John, but he either hadn’t heard her, or he was
gone from the house. She walked out of the bathroom with her wet
clothes hanging from her fingers. John was nowhere to be seen, but
she heard the sound of his voice from out on the porch. She stopped
to listen, but his was the only voice she heard. He must be on the
phone. That was good. She hurried over to the big couch and bent
over to pick up her bag.

The click of the door lock startled her as
she was sorting her sleepwear from tomorrow’s clothes, and she
jerked upright with both hands filled with clothing. Her blue
underwire bra dangled from her hand. She could feel the towel
loosen, and she squeaked, dropping the clothes in her grasp too
late. The towel dropped at her feet, leaving her stark naked with
her hands raised midway in the air. She saw John standing three
feet away and he was staring at her face, not the obvious places
she’d have thought he’d be staring. Once he caught her eye, his
gaze lowered and she crouched down quickly to gather the towel
around her again.

“I’m sorry, I left my bag out here, I forgot
to take it into the bathroom with me.” She tried to stuff her
clothing back into the bag, and felt him standing next to where she
was on her knees. She turned her head and found herself eye to
zipper, and her earlier recollection of his thick cock behind denim
was proving true to life. She tilted her head further back to see
his face, and licked her lips at the sight of pure male hunger on
his face.

This hadn’t been a scene she’d pictured of
the two of them before, but fuck it, she wanted to see this man raw
and feel him tremble under her lips. She wondered if his sperm
would taste salty or slightly sour. She slowly smiled and reached
for the buckle of his belt.

She felt like she was opening a present on
Valentine’s Day for some odd reason. He wore boxer briefs and even
the grey cotton showed his prick off as it stood tall, peeking over
the elastic waistband. She leaned in closer and licked the small
drop of pre-cum from the dark pink flesh, and heard him draw in his
breath. Oh yeah, this was going to excite them both.

She peeled back the material slowly, as inch
after inch was revealed, she placed kisses down his length until
she got to the spot where his shaft sprung from his furry wrinkled
ball sack. Working her way north, this time using her lips and
tongue in a sliding suction until she encountered the rough knot of
skin just under the flared head of his prick. She pulled that skin
into her mouth, sucking strongly and mashing it with her tongue to
the spot behind her front teeth and the roof of her mouth. Her
hands dug into his ass cheeks and she smiled, feeling the tremble
in his thighs. She wiggled her tongue on the skin, turned it loose
from captivity and slid her mouth over the head of his prick.

The feel of his hands fisting handfuls of her
hair made her moan and him push his cock deeper into her throat. He
was too big for her to try to deep throat him, so she brought her
hand up and circled the thickness in a tight hold. She used her
empty hand to fondle his sac. Long ago she’d learned that pinching
the wrinkled skin on a man’s balls enhanced their pleasure and she
moaned and gave into the urge to give him the best blowjob he’d
ever experienced.

She kept movement going on his cock, and
there was no denying that his reactions were turning her on. She
felt the wetness gathering and sliding between the lips of her
pussy. She pushed herself up onto her knees and brought her thighs
together to take some of the need away, but that was completely
ineffective. She moaned her frustration and felt his thickness
begin to throb and pulse. His hips kept time with the spurts of his
cum, releasing into the back of her throat. The movement of her
throat as she swallowed ramped his pleasure and the last stab of
his prick held her throat open and tested her gag reflex, until she
concentrated on relaxing the muscles of her throat and neck. She
gave the shaft in her hand another few strokes and tasted the small
amount of cum that came onto her tongue as his deflating cock
retreated.