Authors: Carmella Jones
Chapter 23: Kelly
I’d known that it was a bad idea for me to wander off by myself, but I was a big girl and I’d been around bikers for a very long time. I knew how to handle myself. I’d hoped to bump into Shannon “Princess” Daughtery again and do a little catching up. Trying to hide from the LDs wasn’t really a priority anymore, at least, at the rally. That was pretty much already out in the open at that point.
Besides Shannon, I’d been pretty tight with several other girls who hung out with the LDs, and I’d even liked several of the guys. The look in Viktor’s eyes when he’d seen me had been a combination of confusion and a little bit of hurt, rather than hatred or the desire to kill me. Those looks had been reserved for Anthony, but what else could anyone expect whenever the arrogant ex-boyfriend bumps into the equally arrogant current boyfriend, right?
The way he looked at me in that brief moment had haunted me and, to tell you the truth, I was actually hoping to not only bump into Shannon or one of the other girls, but to bump into Viktor too. You know, to try to put things to rest between us. I hadn’t been completely proud of taking off the way that I did after we’d had a pretty good relationship going. I’d done the right thing, and I wasn’t second-guessing that decision, but I still felt like I needed to wrap it all up neatly and put a bow on it. Yeah, I know, it was a stupid idea, but not nearly as stupid as the fix that I got myself into later because of that stupid idea.
“Fancy seeing you here.” I recognized Viktor’s voice instantly.
I was nervous about meeting him, but I decided to play it cool. “Oh. Hi,” I said, turning toward him. “I was actually looking for Shannon.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know where she is. You don’t mind talkin’ to me for a minute, do you?” He didn’t seem angry at all.
“Sure,” I replied. I decided to just jump right into it. “I’m sorry about taking off on you.”
“I guess I sort of understand,” he replied. “I shouldn’t have done what I did.”
There was an awkward pause. I wasn’t sure exactly what needed to be said to achieve closure. We’d both said our apologies.
“So, are you doin’ okay?” he asked after a few minutes.
“I’m doing good. Got a good job and I’m going to school.”
“Of course you are,” he grinned. “You’ve always been pretty smart. What you studying?”
“Cosmetology,” I replied. It didn’t dawn on me until after I said it that he’d probably connect what I was studying with where he might be able to find me.
“Yeah. I can see that,” he responded. “I remember how you used to like fixin’ the other girls’ hair and nails and stuff.”
“Yeah. I like it so far.”
There was another long pause. I knew that he was struggling with how to approach the next portion of our conversation. I was thinking about making an excuse to leave. There wasn’t much point in talking further.
“I’m worried about something,” he said.
“Okay?”
“I’m worried about you being with that Razor guy. He’s pretty dangerous.”
“He’s harmless, Viktor,” I smiled. I really wanted to get out of there before his jealous streak kicked in. “I ought to get back.”
“Look, Sunshine,” he said. “Razor is the one who killed Clap and Gonzo. He’s a hired killer.”
“No way, Viktor,” I replied. “He’s not like that. He’s tough, yeah, and he’s arrogant, but most of these guys are.” I waved a hand, indicating the thousands of bikers who were amassed in one area. I was already on my way out.
“Okay,” he said, calling after me as I left. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you. Just be careful, alright?”
I left him standing there and looking after me as I walked away. What he’d said about Anthony couldn’t possibly been true. It was just some bullshit that he made up to try to get me away from Anthony so that he could get me back. The problem, however, was that there were things about Anthony that I didn’t know, things that lingered around the edges of mystery.
It wasn’t as much the words that he said but the way that he said them that kept the thought returning to me for the next week, even after we got back from Sturgis. I thought about coming right out and asking Anthony if what Viktor had said was true, but how did you bring up that conversation? “By the way, baby, my ex-boyfriend told me that you’re a hired killer. Is that true?” It wasn’t going to happen like that. So, I tried to push it out of my mind, but I noticed that it never quite left there. If that wasn’t bad enough, I started examining things that he said and did in a completely different light.
Instead of pushing it out of my head, I started to obsess about it. That was bad enough, but the day that I was walking out of class at the community college and saw Viktor sitting on his bike beside my car, I was pretty sure that my really stupid mistake was about to get even worse.
“What’s up, Sunshine?” he grinned as I approached. “I like your car.”
“No you don’t. It’s a piece of shit. I don’t even like it. How’d you find me?”
“You told me.”
I tried to remember the last conversation I’d had with him. “No I didn’t.”
“You said that you were studying cosmetology.”
“So you tracked me down. Gee, that’s not creepy.”
“Actually, I just wanted to ask you to do something for me.”
“I’m really not sure that I want to get involved with you again.” I was trying to be nice.
“Well, I’ve got some information that might help change your mind.”
“Are we talking about Anthony being an assassin again?” I pushed my key in the door lock, grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. “Goodbye, Viktor.”
“Just look at it, seriously. You owe it to yourself to know.”
“Fine. I’ll look at it if that will get you to leave me alone.” I accepted one of those large brown envelopes from him and tossed it into the car.
“I know you liked Clap and Gonzo,” he continued.
“Yeah. I did. I’m sorry that they died. I really am.”
“Then do something about it. Help me take him down.”
“Viktor, you may not like Anthony, but he’s not a killer.”
“What if he is?” he said, returning to his bike. “If he killed Gonzo and Clap, will you help me take him down?”
“Bye, Viktor.”
I’d never seen Viktor act this way. He was always demanding and wouldn’t take no for an answer, but the fact that he was dropping little tidbits of information on me and then allowing me the freedom to make up my own mind about things wasn’t normal. It made me wonder if he was being sincere. Tracking me down went contrary to that, but I’d sort of tossed him that bone.
I ignored the envelope for as long as I was able, but it kept calling to me until eventually I opened it. I was shocked by the information that I found in there. Dates, places, connections, which were a little bit too close to real to be entirely coincidental. Either someone had done a lot of investigative work or the entire thing was completely fabricated to try to convince me. Again, I tried to push the idea of Anthony being a killer out of my head.
I finally decided to try to corner Pepper and ask him some questions. It turned out to be a very short conversation.
“Look, Sunshine, Razor is a good guy,” he said. “We all have some secrets and they’re the sort of thing that you don’t need to be looking into. Razor worked for Uncle Sam and he did some things, just like I did in the name of God and country. Just leave things alone.”
“But I just want to know if this stuff could be true,” I tossed the envelope in front of him.
He picked it up and tossed it right back before rising up out of his chair. “Get rid of that and quit asking questions that you don’t really want to know the answers to.”
Before I could spit out another response, he had already left the Panhead and the door had closed behind him. “Well, that got me nowhere,” I mumbled.
Chapter 24: Razor
Kelly was an expert with her tongue. She knew exactly the right places to use it that sent chills up my spine and made me get even harder. She wasn’t like a lot of women who were a little too aggressive around the family jewels. They’re a little tender and, although they like a little attention, I was never one who was into that sort of pain. Call me a sissy if you like, it just wasn’t my thing. She knew that sweet spot at the base of my shaft on the underside and she worked it well, especially when she took me deep.
She had been working me like a madwoman for quite some time and I was about to go crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I liked that sort of thing, but I had to get some action of my own. Not wanting to give it all up, I crawled up onto the bed with her, straddled her head and sunk my face between her thighs. I’d always joked that there was a reason that the sign for Cancer looked like a 69, but it wasn’t until Kelly and I, both Cancers, started to perfect it that I truly understood.
While enjoying her expertise, I had started in with my own. I opened up those bright, pink lips of hers, even brighter when put into contrast with her pale skin, and went straight to work with the tip of my tongue between them. I tried to avoid going straight for her clit, partly because I loved to be a tease and partly because it was sometimes a little bit too intense for her. I hadn’t worried over that stuff much until I met Kelly. Before her, it was all just sex. With her, however, I wanted to know what turned her on.
While I was warming her up, I slipped my fingers inside of her wet opening and started working my fingers just inside the opening. I heard her groaning with a mouthful of me and knew that I was in the right place. With my fingers engaged, I moved to her clit and started flicking my tongue across it. I knew that I hit the right spot when she abandoned what she was doing to my cock and started thrusting her hips up into me.
To tell you the truth, though it had only been something that happened with Kelly, it was driving me close to an insane level of desire watching her get off. I kept working it, pleased with the results that I was hearing and the way that she had reached around with one hand and started to press my head into her gyrating hips. It wasn’t long before her moans stopped, she caught her breath and grew tense for several seconds, and then let it all go with a series of sounds that combined those of an eagle and a bear—growls coming from her throat that were followed by squeals.
Turned on by her climax, I had to feel myself inside of her. I’d always been an ass man and Kelly had a perfect, basketball-shaped one, which fulfilled that particular fetish, but I’d noticed that I started to enjoy straight-up missionary with her. There was something about being between her creamy thighs and looking down at my cock buried in her mound with the little strip of red hair that had become my new fetish.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her tight against me as I thrust into her, watching her breasts with the bright pink nipples ripple with each one. It was watching her face that had become a special thrill. Every feeling that she was experiencing could be found in the expression on her face or, if she happened to have her eyes open, within her eyes.
Kelly didn’t just lie there and moan, nor did she fight back like some women do. She found our rhythm and started working it. She used her hips, she used the muscles inside her pussy to squeeze me at just the right point within my strokes and she used her fingertips on the back of my arms.
Though both of us were certainly not novices when it came to sex, we had become extremely adept at pleasing each other. We knew exactly what to do and how to do it. My whole mindset had shifted from doing whatever I had to get mine to making sure that Kelly got hers. What was really strange about it was that I was okay with that.
We had worked Kelly into a climax and I watched it washing over her body as she shuddered and made that strange sound combination again. I was perfectly content to stay where I was, but once she caught her breath, she rolled over and got up onto all fours. Who was I to complain, especially since she knew how to work it like that.
She had the perfect rhythm with the movement of her hips and the way that she squeezed me. I would just sit still and let her work her magic, resisting the urge to take a hold of those hips and just start tearing her up. I was glad that I resisted, because she milked me with her pussy and put on one hell of a show with that hot ass of hers. It didn’t take long before she had me shooting my load inside of her.
After I’d climaxed, we typically rolled onto our sides while I was still inside her and I’d reach around and work on her clit with my fingers while I took a nipple between my teeth. It had been something of a challenge to try to get her to another orgasm before my cock became completely limp and slipped out of her. What was rather odd to me was that sometimes it was that exact moment that it was sliding out that sent her over the edge.
Afterward, Kelly and I stayed in that position, caught our breath and sometimes talked while we caressed each other. What I noticed, however, was that Kelly seemed to be preoccupied and nervous about something.
“What’s up, babe?” I asked.
“Just stuff,” she replied.
That was my signal to either confess something or start digging. I couldn’t think of something to confess, so I asked another question. “School?”
“It’s going fine.”
“Work?”
“That’s fine too.”
If those two things were fine, then it was probably me. “What did I forget?”
“You didn’t forget anything,” she laughed.
At least she laughed, but it didn’t last long.
“Something is bothering you. You having second thoughts about us becoming sort of exclusive?” I guess every guy has had that insecurity when he wasn’t sure what was going on. I felt like a pansy for worrying about it, but I’d gotten to the point where it had started to matter to me.
“Not really.”
A straight “no” would have been a better answer, but at least I had narrowed down what was wrong. I couldn’t think of anything that I had done that would have turned her off toward me, not that she knew about anyway. That’s when it hit me, and Pepper’s words screamed out in my head. I couldn’t keep Kelly and my secret life too. I had to find a way to tell her. I just didn’t know how.