Ride Me Away (14 page)

It landed right on the front porch before the man hurried back to the safety of the ditch.

BOOM!

The grenade exploded, taking out the entire front support structure of their clubhouse. It came crumbling down and dust spewed in every direction, lit only by the remaining lights as they fell with the building.

Satisfied with their work, the Saviors stopped shooting.

“Good work, boys,” Rodney said as he stood up. “Justice is finally served.”

My ears were ringing, and I was a little shocked at the brutality I had just participated in. We left just as quickly as we arrived, leaving no trace of our presence behind other than empty bullet casings.

When we got back to the Saviors’ clubhouse, the sisters already had the party going in full swing. All that was missing were the men.

As we entered, the girls stood up and made their way over to us, each being picked off one by one into the arms of a big, strong man.

“Hey, hey, guys! Come here!” Tadd was manning the bar tonight and had prepared a long line of tequila shots strung out along the counter.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Jag yelled as we walked over to the bar with our arms around each other. The rest of the crew joined us.

“Cheers! To Roxie, John, Karoline, and of course, my little sis, Stef. Tonight was for you!”

I threw back my shot with the others and joined in on the party.

Hours passed by quickly, and the numerous shots and beers were starting to get to me. Empty beer and liquor bottles rapidly accumulated on the counters, and things were getting crazy.

Tadd had abandoned the bar in favor of sticking his face up some tramp’s dress. Rodney had Jessica bent over in a corner, and almost everyone else was engaged in some kind of sexual activity.

A crowd had gathered around the bar where the girls took turns stripping and seducing the men. They would slowly take off their clothing piece by piece, eventually sticking their cunt or tits into whoever’s face was closest.

I stayed off to the side. I had no desire to be paraded around like a sex object. I was only here for Jag; I had no interest in any of the other men.

Jag sat next to me on the couch. He was beginning to get a little touchy as we watched the beautiful Robyn get up on the bar. All these naked women around him had his cock pressing hard against his jeans.

My own primal desires were beginning to stir as I watched Robyn drop her panties to the floor from under her skirt and seductively walk around as the men below tried their best to get a look.

She seemed to choose one at random, squatting down in front of him and spreading her legs as she forced his face between them. I was becoming restless, and so was my pussy. My juices had been flowing liberally for at least the last twenty minutes, and the urges were getting too intense for me to ignore.

Nobody was even noticing us. They were all too busy with whoever was in front of them… or behind them.

Jag’s hands found their way up my thighs and across my stomach. He wasn’t helping me control my thoughts.

He leaned in close to my ear, running his hand back down to my aching pussy. I could feel his desire in each breath he took, the warm air sending tingles all the way down the side of my neck.

Slowly, his fingers found their way to my belt as he kissed my ear. He undid my button, then the zipper before finally making his way underneath my waistband.

I looked around nervously as he rubbed my wet pussy, relieved to see that everyone else was still clueless that we were even here. Jag’s cock was pleading for my hand, and I had no control to stop it from getting what it wanted.

Unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, I stared at his beautiful cock as I took it into my hand. I turned my head to the side, requiring a supple kiss before I went any further.

I got on my knees and pulled Jag’s pants down further, taking them off completely. He stared down at me as I wrapped my delicate little fingers around his shaft, ready to please.

Tiny beads of pre-cum began bubbling out of the tip. I licked him clean each time a new one surfaced. He leaned his head back, groaning in pleasure as he relaxed into his seat.

When the next salty little bead showed up, I did more than just lick it off. I took his entire cock into my mouth, swallowing it all the way into the back of my throat. Jag let out a surprised moan, his legs tensing against my sides as I did everything a girl could do to please her man.

I bobbed my head up and down as he ran his fingers through my hair and dug his nails into my scalp. I could tell he wanted more, and I was prepared to deliver.

Without changing my rhythm, I slowly took off my pants with my free hand. Jag was none the wiser with his head turned upward in bliss. I began unzipping my jacket and removing it, followed by my blouse and bra.

I stood up and turned around, bending over Jag and grabbing into his cock, setting him at the perfect angle. The long buildup had my pussy was wetter than it had been in a long time, and I easily filled myself with his massive cock.

Bouncing up and down on him, his groans intensified, as did mine. He reached the far depths of my cunt with each drop of my hips around him.

Still nobody had noticed us, but at this point, I no longer cared. I just needed to be fucked.

Jag’s hands found my hips and he grabbed hold, hopefully enjoying the show I was putting on for him as I pleased his cock.

He began standing up, leaving himself deep inside. I had no choice but to stand up too. Bending over, I reached for a chair in front of me and braced myself for what was to come.

His fingers dug deep into my hips and his thrusting began; long, hard thrusts that pounded me forward each time as his hips collided with my ass.

Primal moans escaped my lips as my knees began weakening, struggling to hold up my own weight as he fucked me from behind.

I pulled the chair closer, leaning over it to take some of the weight off my legs. Screams began bellowing out of me as Jag grunted and groaned. Now people were starting to take notice.

My tits bounced back and forth on the other side of the chair, and some of the men had turned around at the bar to watch. I began feeling a slight bit of humiliation, but I didn’t care enough to make Jag stop. Everyone was doing it; nobody here was judging me.

“Give me your face,” Jag commanded.

He pulled his cock out of me and I quickly turned around, eager to taste every last drop of his cum. His hand was stroking his dick in front of me, and he gave it a good hard squeeze just before ribbons of his delicious white mess began coating my face and tongue.

“Yeah, Jag!” I heard some cheers coming from the bar behind me.

Quickly, I grabbed my clothes and head to the bathroom to clean myself up.

Jessica came in shortly after.

“That was pretty fuckin’ hot, girl,” she said. “You’re definitely one of us now.”

I woke up the next morning, and it took a few moments for me to realize where I was.

Jag and I must have passed out on the couch. The rest of the night was a blur. I didn’t know how I’d gotten back into his arms, but I was happy to be there.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked around the room. We weren’t the only ones that had passed out here. At least I was fully clothed, unlike some of the others.

I looked at my phone for the time.

Shit!

I was really late for work. It was already two in the afternoon, and they were expecting me for the lunch rush. I stood up a little too quickly and instantly felt dizzy from the hangover.

I gave Jag a quick kiss on the cheek and then headed out the door.

My manager wasn’t very pleased with me showing up late still in yesterday’s clothes and completely unshowered. I just hoped that my face was clean.

I got right into things, but I kept having weird feelings all throughout the day. The feeling you get as if someone was watching you. I tried to brush it off as the hangover, plus my manager probably keeping a close eye on me, but it still persisted even when she wasn’t around.

It was hard to keep my cool. I had never felt that sense of unease so strongly before.

After work, I called Jag to have him escort me back to his place. I still wasn’t even close to being ready to go back to my apartment yet.

He rolled up decked out in his biker gear. My manager gave me another dirty look as I left with him, but I wasn’t too concerned about what she thought.

“Everything all right?” Jag asked as we walked out of the café.

“Yeah… it’s just that… you know that feeling you get like someone’s watching you?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s that. It just wouldn’t go away today, and I’m a little worried, especially after what happened to my apartment.”

“We’ll take you back to my place. Hopefully it feels a bit safer there.”

It was that time of the month again. Jackson would be in town, and I’d have to meet up with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I should tell him and what I should keep to myself.

I knew for a fact that my blossoming relationship with Jag would need to be kept from him. That would get me pulled from the job and shipped back home in an instant.

The issue with Governor Prat had me stuck, though. I was never a big supporter of the war on drugs ever since my dad was killed. There just wasn’t enough proof that marijuana was truly a cancer to society for me to justify his death, and I didn’t want any more children to go through what I had to.

My father wasn’t the only one who had died fighting this war, either. Many had fallen before him. Legalizing it could be a step toward peace, and I knew that keeping it illegal wasn’t going to stop those who wanted it, anyway.

Then there was the shootout. The cops had been investigating it, but they never found any leads back to the Saviors. I knew that my intel could be extremely valuable for that investigation, but there was still the problem of Jag’s involvement. I couldn’t bear to see him put away. Things between us were evolving into something I had never experienced before.

That was something I wasn’t willing to part with—at least not yet. I needed more time to figure out how to save him from the wrath I would eventually inflict upon on his brothers.

Jackson and I met in the same spot. It seemed to be far enough out of the way that nobody would ever see me with him.

As soon as he stepped out of his car, I was immediately struck with worry. That same feeling I had in the café was back. There was someone watching us; I knew there was.

“Stay away from me,” I warned Jackson. It was one of our bailout cues for situations like this.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He continued advancing toward me.

I pulled the pistol from my ankle and aimed it at him.

“Whoa, whoa… Okay, I’m gone,” he said, raising his arms and slowly sitting back down in his car.

I kept my aim on his car as he pulled away before re-holstering my gun. To make it more believable for anyone watching, I went around to the back of the old house and pulled down my pants to pee before continuing on.

Protocol for situations like this would have us meet again in two weeks.