Three Hot Wishes (Fantasy Come to Life - Magic in the Real World Novel) (15 page)

I felt it coming. His thighs were solidly muscled, and when the quiver of his impending orgasm began in them I felt the way his body's tremors vibrated up into me. His grip on me tightened, and I quickened my pace against him, riding his thick, stranger's cock in a rush of adrenaline and lust.

Suddenly, Greg didn't matter. His blonde bitch didn't matter. The only thing in the world that had any real meaning was the badass biker behind me and his wonderful cock. I needed to feel him spray his cum into me. I wanted to know I was worthy of it, that he could glance at me in this ridiculous trench coat and this admittedly sexy lingerie and think of nothing other than fucking me.

I wanted his seed to fill me, and I wasn't above begging.

"Give it to me," I moaned, wiggling my ass for him and using my muscles to milk his cock. "Fill me with your cum. Make me yours."

That was too much for him. The idea of owning me on the side of the road must have triggered as much passion in him as it did me, because the next thing I knew his hips were crashing into my ass, his thick cock spasming in my pussy as he pounded in and out, white hot cum filling me, lubricating my entrance and even beginning to drip down my thighs as yet another orgasm of my own made my pussy clamp down on his throbbing, pumping cock.

I rode him for all I was worth, and I heard him growl as whatever restraint he'd been showing vanished entirely. He was rough, and his strength almost got the better of me as he pinned me to the hood of the car and pistoned into my open, waiting pussy. My tortured clit, still trapped against his fingers, was in heaven.

When Stinger finished he took one slow step away, his cock sliding thickly out of me, only to be followed by a drizzle of his cum. I was unsteady, my knees too weak to support myself, but he deftly caught me before I could slide to the ground.

"You're coming with me," he said, reaching down and tugging my panties pack up into place. They were wet with his sperm, and I felt my eyes roll back into my head a little at the luxurious feeling of his cum smashed against my pussy lips.

"Yes," I said.

"I'm going to introduce you to some friends of mine," he told me, turning around and striding back to his Harley as he pushed his cock back into his jeans.

"Yes," I said again.

Stinger looked back at me over his shoulder, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Lose the coat."

I did, yanking it off my body and letting the wind catch it before climbing up on the motorcycle behind him in nothing other than the lingerie I was barely wearing. "Anything you say," I told him, reaching around to stroke his cock through his jeans. "Now take me to your friends. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for..."

Chapter 28

I looked up. I'd written the whole thing in a blur, entering that trance-like state that was only now becoming so familiar to me. Hours had passed, if the changed amount of sunlight spilling under the door was anything to go by. I got up on trembling legs and pushed it open, too tired and too lost in the story I'd just written to be surprised when I saw that Stinger's Harley was long gone.

The clubhouse too was different. Whatever identifying signs and features my imagination had gifted it were gone, and all that was left was the bare bones of an abandoned warehouse. Stinger and probably Gina too were gone now, enjoying each other's company.

I felt good, like I'd righted a wrong.

I was exhausted, too. I went back into the little side room where the desk and the computer and the landline still waited for me and dialed a number I was probably never more ready to call then now.

He answered before the first ring was even complete. "Hello?"

"David. I'm so sorry."

"Beth? Where are you? Are you okay?"

I nodded. "I'm fine, now." There was an address taped to the wall, and I read it out to him. "Can you come get me? I don't care if you leave the house and I come back and all my shit is gone. I just need to see you."

"I had the locks changed," he said, "though I'm still here. Was hoping you would come back."

I smiled. Of course he had the locks changed. What a practical man, so unlike the fantasies I'd spent the last few days breathing life into. "Come get me?"

"Of course!"

There was probably a lot both of us needed to say, but I simply told him goodbye and hung up the phone gently. In person would be a better way to do it. I picked up the phone again and dialed the other number taped to the wall. Above it, in thick black pen someone had written "Dan's Towing". If they answered, they were going to get my car back to my place and earn a hefty tip besides.

Because I was going home with David.

Chapter 29

He pulled up less than an hour later, which meant that he'd have had to break every traffic law in the book to make that kind of time.

I thought it would be awkward. I mean, it
should
have been. After all, here was a man who I'd accidentally convinced I was going to sleep with, only to run out and leave him in charge of my life while I ducked reality for a while, with no explanation at all.

"I'm sorry," I said, as I closed the passenger door behind me and he pulled back onto the road that would bring us to the freeway.

"Don't be," he told me. "Every good writer has her share of breakdowns. It's hardly the first time an editor has watched the talent go to pieces, and I doubt it's going to be the last."

I shrugged. It was true, of course. Probably the biggest thing anyone who
wasn't
creative said about those of us who were was that we were flighty, spending so much time with our head in the clouds that we never really ever had our feet planted firmly on the ground.

"Do you want to go on a date?" I asked.

He looked at me from the corner of his eye. "What's the catch?"

I thought about the men I'd dreamed up. Logan, with his domineering ways, Kellan and his bear-like straightforward naiveté, Stinger and his so-what-if-I'm-an-asshole dominance. "You have to let me pay."

"Okay," he said with a smile. "I think I can live with that. You make more than me anyway, so it's only fair."

"And I don't put out on the first date," I told him.

He shrugged. "Let's just take it one step at a time, huh?"

"Good idea," I agreed. I watched the world go by through the window for a second before adding, "And that second thing may have been a lie..."

THE END

Epilogue

An Epilogue for Gina

I was happier than I could have ever imagined, but I wanted to give Gina and Stinger more time together too.

Stinger and I rode like the wind, him without a helmet and me without a care in the world. The vibrations of the Harley shot through me like a drug, and every subtle rev of the throttle or growl of the engine sent a new line of pleasure coursing through me. It was if I was transfixed, as if the motorcycle itself was somehow pulling the strings of my pleasure.

We tore through the open plain, and when the road became winding and more treacherous he navigated the cruel twists and turns with an expert level of skill that held me in awe. I held on to him as tightly as I could, the wind sliding cold, lecherous fingers into my lingerie, the sun warm on my back.

I'd never ridden on a motorcycle before. Before today I'd have told you that there wasn't a chance in Hell that I ever would. My parents had been adamant that they were dangerous, foolhardy deathtraps; that the men who rode them were no better than criminals who the police just hadn't had a chance to catch up to yet.

I didn't know about that. What I did know was that it felt as if any mistake on my part, any careless shift of my weight or change in the way I was perched on the back of the bike and we'd both tumble to the asphalt that blurred underneath his spinning wheels.

So I held on for dear life, my breasts crushed to the back of his leather vest, my arms wrapped around his waist, now and then my fingers, accidentally or on purpose, coming into contact with his cock. He wasn't hard for me, not after having me so hard and fast back at my abandoned car, but that didn't stop the thick length in his jeans from getting my own motor going.

I wanted him again. I leaned the side of my face against his back and closed my eyes, trying hard to imagine a time when I ever wouldn't want his impressive length in my pussy and happily failing.

Was it love? Was it forever?

I suppose I was naïve to even ask myself those questions, but that didn't stop the voice in my head from trying...

After an hour or so of tearing down the highway at what seemed like breakneck speed, we finally rolled into what passed for a town out here. We were going too fast for me to get a good luck at the sign on the way in, but I could see a quaint little square of painted wood with the name Lightning Falls stenciled in big, blue letters.

I'd never heard of the place, but from the look of it, not a lot of other people had either. It was hardly a bustling metropolis, after all. Still, there was a gas station, which made me for a moment wonder if that was the next part of my journey.

Was I really going to be able to just say goodbye to this man, if that's what it came down to? Could I accept, in my heart of hearts, that the sexual encounter he and I had was exactly that, a one off tryst where passion and lust took the place of love and longing?

And if that's all it was, then where did that leave me? There was no way I was going back to Greg, that was for sure. Stinger could leave me at this gas station all he wanted, but that didn't mean I had any intention of going back to that marriage.

No way.

I needn't have worried, though. He cruised past the gas station without so much as touching the brakes, turning left at the stop sign without slowing down and gunning the engine down a long road lined with stubby trees and warehouses.

There was what looked like a junkyard at the end of the road. Behind the big metal building that served as either office space or administration areas for whatever business it was that operated within I could see stacks of junked cars lined up in wavy, uneven rows.

Stinger finally throttled down and swung into the junkyard's lot, waiting for me to hop off once he'd stopped the bike. I did, my legs more wobbly then I was prepared for. My thighs, already sore from the vigorous fucking that Stinger had treated me to, were now shaking like I'd just finished running a marathon.

I put my hand out and he grabbed it. His smile was genuine, even caring. I drew strength from it, and when he swung one long leg off of the Harley and opened his mouth, I was more than ready for him to drop down on one knee and profess his love for me.

"Wait here," he said instead, his lopsided grin making my heart flutter despite the fact that he was abandoning me, even if only for a couple of minutes.

"Really?" I asked.

Stinger nodded. "Won't be long."

I looked down at myself, for the first time since the ride feeling self-conscious. My lingerie still clung to my ample form exactly as it was designed to, making the most of my curves and full breasts, but standing around like this wasn't exactly my idea of the way I thought the next step on this journey would begin.

"Nobody will bother you," Stinger assured me, reading my mind. I'm sure it wasn't that hard to guess what the mostly naked woman in front of you was about to protest, when it comes right down to it. "I'll be right back. Just have to tell the boys what I've brought back for them to play with."

The words stunned me. I felt my jaw drop open as Stinger deftly spun on his booted heel and pushed the warehouse door open. Somewhere inside something clicked once it had closed behind him.

Locked out. Great.

I leaned against his bike and felt the sun warm my shoulders. I made a face, feeling his cum still making my pussy sticky when I moved. Here I was, even more in the middle of nowhere then I had been a couple of hours before. I'd ditched my cheating husband, gotten fucked by a stranger on a Harley, ridden through some hodunk town in my lingerie on the back of his bike only to be locked out of his gang's clubhouse or whatever it is once we finally arrived.

I heard a motor whir somewhere up near the roof and looked up to see a security camera turn and focus on me. I smiled sweetly for whoever was operating it and managed to hide my annoyance at being left out here to rot.

Click.

I'd heard that sound a couple of minutes earlier, so I wasn't at all surprised when I hurried over to the door and found it unlocked. "Thanks," I said out loud. The guy running the camera had no doubt been the one to take pity on me, and I hoped that he could hear my voice. Maybe Stinger had told him to let me in, but I was grateful all the same.

Once I yanked the door open and stepped into the gloomy building, I had to give my eyes a few seconds to adjust. It was so bright outside, but in here it looked like only one lightbulb in every three bothered to work, casting the place in deep, dark shadows that made the corners disappear into blackness.

I was in a long hallway, and by the time I got to the end of it I could hear guys laughing amidst the clinking of beer bottles and the chorus of swears and cheers that accompanied someone winning at some game or other while someone else lost.

There was a sign taped to the wall at the intersection.

Beer right, bitches left

Hmm. So that was the way it was going to be, huh? The noises were coming from the right, of course, but I didn't think I had it in me to storm in there and challenge the status quo, especially not dressed as I was.

So I went left. I didn't agree with calling myself a bitch, but I'd put up with it for now. There were a couple of bedrooms back in this direction, which interested me more than a little. There was a big shower too, and just looking at it made me nod my head in excitement. That was exactly what I needed!

I stepped in and closed the door behind me. The room was far bigger than it needed to be, but at least the shower was one of those expensive ones with pulsating water and a big mirror that dominated one wall. I took off my bra and peeled my panties down my legs, noticing only for an instant how much the latter were still damp with Stinger's cum.

I reached into the shower and cranked the hot water all the way on before adding cold until the temperature of the flow was just short of scalding. Steam rose in billows all around me, and the more of it that filled the room the easier it was to imagine that I was someplace exotic, some Turkish bath or exciting Asian massage studio.

All I wanted to do at that moment was step under the water, and when I did, I was happily surprised to see that the guys had lined the shelf with expensive shampoos, lotions and conditioners. Whoever the "bitches" were that used this shower room, they were certainly well taken care of!

I let the water wash the dirt from my wild ride off of my before squirting a generous dollop of peach and cinnamon scented shampoo into my hand and lathering it into my hair.

Divine!

Once the suds were running down my neck I turned my attention to the rest of my body, soaping and washing, sponging away what remained of Stinger's impressive load from my pubic hair and feeling less like a biker slut and more like a highly sought after courtesan with every moment.

I was under no allusions that I was here for sex, but that didn't mean I had to feel grimy while Stinger had me next, did it?

I heard the main door to the hallway open. There hadn't been any way to lock it, and I felt confident that Stinger would be protective enough of his property that none of the other members of his gang or club or whatever they wanted to call it would bother me.

"Hello, sexy," I called, standing up straight and looking up at the ceiling, rinsing the conditioner from my hair and clearing my eyes of any suds. I wanted to see his body. The first time he'd had me it had been so intense, so animalistic that he'd simply bent me over the hood of the BMW and fucked me hard and fast. I'd cum, but that was more due to the erotic situation paired up with his impressive size then pure skill or passion.

No answer. I smiled to myself. Stinger had said, what, four sentences to me the entire time I'd known him? Maybe five. He was hardly a man of many words, I told myself, so I could hardly be surprised when he remained silent, especially right now. I had no doubt that he would take what he wanted, just as he probably had for most of his life.

These guys weren't boy scouts, after all. They were hardened criminals, if you believe the news. Even if that wasn't the case, they'd chosen to live outside society for a reason, and that reason was more often than not due to the fact that they weren't big fans of rules.

"Come on in, then," I said, turning to face the shower door and sliding it open. The room was so full of steam that I could hardly see to feet in front of me, but I wanted to watch him appear out of the mist like some dangerous jungle animal. I hadn't gotten a chance to appreciate his body before, and I wanted the chance to run my hands over his flat abs, to kiss his muscled chest and suck at his suntanned neck as his cock stretched me out again.

The man who stepped into sight wasn't Stinger. This guy was blond-haired and blue eyed. There was a single pale scar running from his temple to his chin in a sweeping line that made him look like he'd been through Hell and barely made it back.

I took a step away from him, but the moment I did I could see the hurt in his eyes. I'd been surprised to see anyone other than Stinger in the room with me, but this new man had interpreted my actions as fear. He'd probably had to put up with that sort of thing a lot, by the look of him. Stinger was rough, sure, but this guy was tattooed and scarred and big and mean.

He was all of those things, but he was also ashamed.

"No," I said softly. My arms had come up instinctively in shock to cover my breasts, and I let them fall to my sides, revealing my admittedly full curves and rapidly stiffening nipples to his hungry gaze. He drank me in, those blue eyes suddenly blazing with desire. Stinger had wanted me, had taken me hard, but this man's gaze was something else entirely.

It was as if I were water and he hadn't had a drink in years. The way he wanted me was almost carnal, and yet I felt a softness to his desire, a need that colored his obvious lust for me. I could see the outline of his cock as it grew thick and hard in his jeans, the shape of it extending down from his groin to his left leg.