Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (61 page)

Foreplay would have to wait as well, as much as I’d love her pouty lips suctioned around me. I needed to know this Emery was willing to take my dick. Then, ATF or not, I’d keep her around, fuck her senseless and have her help me kill Amun tomorrow night. I’d know for sure if she was a Fed. or not then. The thought satisfied me. My mission paved a lonely road. Even if Emery told the truth, she’d be someone with nothing to lose. I’d take her to California with me as a cover. Better still, she’d keep my dick warm on cold nights. After all, dead women tell no tales.

It’d been too long since a woman warmed my bed, one who wasn’t a whore. The thought of having time to play with Emery on my long journey made my cock weep with anticipation of things to come. This was a test more than anything. Would she really let me fuck her, right here right now? Ready or not, I was about to take her for a ride. I seized her by the waist, pulling her pussy to me, her head falling off the pillow. She wrapped her legs around me before I spread her lips open with my dick, positioning the tip at her tight entrance. Holding her hips, I surged, determined to fill her completely. She wailed as I bottomed out. Clearly, her husband didn’t have a very big cock. Her pussy encased me like a vice. I descended on her breasts, sucking one nipple at a time while she squirmed around me, getting used to my size. It was the good kind of wriggling. She wanted this. Her arms went around me. My nose landed in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fancy hotel soap scent that reminded me of bathing her last night. I’d been glad she lived, even gladder now I was inside her. Her long nails dug into my back, enough encouragement to edge me forward. I buried my rod deeper though there was nowhere else to go. Retreating out of her slick walls before plunging back in, reckless like on the open road, breaking my way back in every time, I busted into her pussy powerfully but rhythmically. Boy,
she was going to be sore, and I was going to cum too quickly. Watching her chest bounce and her face transform with pleasure, her mouth forming a gorgeous O, I grabbed a handful of her long hair, and kissed her starved lips as I pulled out completely. I didn’t need to cum just yet.

“Turn over,” I growled. She obeyed without hesitation. I trailed my hands down her flawless tan back, the one part of her that didn’t have one of those thin scars, and back up to her behind. Guiding her ass into the air, I spread her knees. Emery’s face hid under her mane of golden flowing hair as she clung to the pillow underneath her. Getting to my own knees, I ran my cock over her sweet ass, butting the head against her back entrance, wanting to drive forward. “You ever been fucked up the ass, sweet thing?”

“No,” came her nervous, muffled voice, but I already knew the answer and, for certain, she wasn’t sent from a rival Motorcycle Gang. Fucking ATF whore.

“That’s gonna change.” After getting my finger wet in her glistening pussy, I slipped the tip of it into her puckered hole. Emery groaned, rearing her ass back against me.

“Not tonight,” she pleaded.

I slithered my dick back into her swollen twat and froze inside her. “But I thought we had a deal, you do anything I say, right?”

“Yes, anything you say, but not tonight,” Emery panted.

I snatched the belt strap, tugging her neck back. Bending over her, my lips grazed her ear. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

That one word excited me more than all of tonight. Fucking minx wanted her orgasm. “Sweetheart, you need to hold on to something.”

She braced herself, extending her arms to the headboard as I pistoned in and out, all the while gingerly fingering her constricted rosebud. She yelled out, and I stopped.

“What the hell?” She squealed.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me, who?”

Emery howled my name, begging me to go on. Soon, I could feel her spasm around me. I reached around and tickled her clit to make it last a bit longer as I slowed my pace until I quaked, spilling my seed deep inside her. As I pulled out, I wondered if she really was some suicidal bitch. She took my dick way too easy, saying she enjoyed it would be an understatement. Either she was crazy or it was all part of her plan. Compressing a smile, Emery glowed as she breathed heavily.

I drew her into my arms while I tried to catch my own breath. “I told you I knew how to treat a lady.”

She closed her eyes and finally a small smile surfaced. It was all the thanks I needed.

While I recovered with this strange woman against me, I knew her orgasm wasn’t fake. She loved my dick. But if she was a Fed., she’d be one tough bitch. She’d want to get back to my brothers and the General. Nothing would stop her. As I thought more, I didn’t think she’d give a rat’s ass about killing Amun. I’d show her a thing or two. No matter who she was, I’d see how far she’d be willing to go, either to die or to bring me and my family in.

I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies

Emery slept in my arms, her arms draped across my chest, filling me with emotions I didn’t deserve to feel. Probably still weak from the blood loss, she didn’t wake when Kym knocked on the door at midnight or when I carefully moved her head to get up to answer it.

Irresistible and tough as nails, Kym cut right to the chase. “Who’s the whore?” That’s one reason Shirley volunteered her to help me. Kym rocked the hooker look herself, wearing a shiny red tube top, tiny black skirt and spiked heels. Some sort of Asian, pitch-black hair shined down her back, contrasting with her porcelain skin. I wasn’t prejudice or ignorant, I just didn’t know in what country her blood originated. It never mattered. She had an all-American accent with a slight southern drawl. “Seriously, Johnny, what the fuck?”

“Doesn’t matter.” I hadn’t thought this far ahead. Kym cocked her hip to the side, staring me down. I set her straight. “This is my job, she’s helping me. Nuff said. Now, where’s Rosie?”

She shrugged. “Figured you called her off in favor of this whore.”

“Nope, I don’t call either of you, off, or otherwise.”

Kym stomped her foot. “Bitch must have chickened out. Fuck! He comes, and I don’t have another girl with me, he’s not going to send his guard away. I’ve been fucking this prick for a year, he trusts me.”

Amun really likes Kym, she’s his favorite lady of the evening, and I’m sure Shirley was paying her well to lead him to me. We’d planned to have another girl here for tomorrow night so Kym could have an alibi once I disappeared. Rosie had volunteered to frame her ex-boyfriend for the murder. I was supposed to wait in the next room tomorrow night, checked in under Charles Hall, Rosie’s ex.’s name.

“Looks like we need a new plan.”

“You want to wait? Find another fall guy?”

I shook my head. All my plans had gone out the window, but with Emery’s fifty grand in reach, I couldn’t wait. I’d have to do it the dirty way.

“You’ll just have to hide in my room. We’ll have to get rid of the body the old fashioned way.” Kym advised what I was thinking.

“What about you? They’ll come looking for you.” I didn’t really care about Kym, but I had to know why she would risk it.

“Shirley’ll put me up. Hide me.” She rocked on her heels. “I’m fixin’ to prospect.”

“Oh yeah?” I rubbed my chin. Shirley hadn’t told me Kym had any real ties to her.

“Mr. Amun thinks he’s coming to my room for two girls, all night. He calls his guard off at midnight, usually, if he’s having a good enough time to be staying all night.” Kym reached in her top and pulled out a bag of cocaine that had been were her tits should have been, explaining, “He’s old school. Your girl better be good, or this may not be enough.”

I nodded. It was settled. “Better take this.” Against my better judgment, I handed her a bag that held my gun and a suppressor. She gave me her key card.

“See you later.” Kym left. I’d be meeting her at her hotel, her and Amun’s usual meeting place.

I woke up Emery. “Get dressed.”

Groggily, she yawned and stretched. “Where’s my clothes?”

“Shit, I threw them out, burned them actually.” I scrubbed my hand over my face. My plan was going to hell in a hand basket.

“So what do you suggest I dress in?”

We’d be sneaking in anyway, trying to avoid the cameras. I took a button up shirt from my bag and threw it to her, it would come down to her knees. “You won’t be wearing that for long.”

“I’m showering. It’s nonnegotiable.”

“Hurry.” I packed up. Leaving my card in the hotel room and said goodbye to my most recent home. Earlier I’d put a sign on the door at the bar saying it was closed for renovations. Afterwards I called the few employees, telling them we wouldn’t be opening tonight and they’d be paid for their time off. They wouldn’t be, and I wouldn’t be back.

Emery slipped into the passenger side of Johnny Steven’s truck. “Where are we going?”

I lit a cigarette and cracked the window. “To a much nicer hotel. I have a job. I need your help. That was the deal.”

Emery didn’t say anything for a long time, and I took her silence as quiet resolve.

“Don’t call me Scar tonight or tomorrow. Kym, the lady we’re meeting, knows me as Johnny.”

“Is that your real name?”

“Hell No!” I laughed. “Kym’s client is Harrow Amun. You remember reading about him?”

“Yeah, the guy you are going to kill.”

“He’s not just a guy. He works for one of the biggest crime families in America and he’s done more wrong than the Devil on a Friday night.”

“So what are you, some vigilante?”

“No, honey, nothing like that. You were one hundred percent right about me. He pissed off a friend of mine and she’s meaner than him and she’s willing to pay, so he’s gonna die. Got it?”

I could see outta the corner of my eye, Emery nodded before silence filled the air and remained until we parked in a garage three blocks from the hotel. She grumbled when I told her we’d be walking. “I’m in heels!”

Getting into the hotel with Emery was a breeze, much easier than on my own. People fear a lone, strange man, but as soon as you add a woman to the mix, people open up, trust you even. Suddenly, you’re a husband, a brother, a father instead of a thief, a killer, a rapist. Emery had broke a heel crossing the road. We hung out in the dimly lit smoking area outside the hotel. Emery looking freshly fucked in my button down shirt, she pretended to share my smoke. Having ditched her shoes in the trashcan, we looked even more believable. Still dressed as Johnny Stevens, in his long sleeves, I looked like a somewhat respectable man, at least a man who could afford to Honeymoon here. I put my arm around her, so we’d look more like a couple of newlyweds. Eventually a couple of smokers showed up, and we told them we left our key card upstairs. They opened the side door for us without a care.

I’d studied the way so I could get to Kym’s room with my eyes closed and my face wouldn’t be on camera, but I hadn’t planned on having an accomplice. “Keep your eyes on the floor,” I reminded Emery on the way through the hotel. We took the elevator to a higher floor, then took the stairs down. When we finally got to the room, no one was there. I looked everywhere. “Fuck, where’s Kym?” Kym was at least a high-class whore. The large suite looked lived in, cluttered with homey touches. “Fucking Kym, bitch better not skip out on me like Rosie.”

“Rosie?”

It was time I fessed up. “Kym promised Amun two girls for tomorrow night. Rosie didn’t show so you’re on.”

“What? I am not fucking some guy.”

“You may not have to.” Kym’s voice came from the large trunk by the bed. I opened it, but she wasn’t there. Instead, she crawled out from under the table behind the trunk. “I’ve found your hiding place.” A large silk cloth lay over the table, touching the ground. It would be perfect as long as no one looked under it.

“Won’t he be suspicious?” Emery asked. It was a good question.

“I live here, pretty much, all my tricks come here. This shit is always here.”

“Where’s my bag?”

“Under the table. Give it a try.”

I crawled under and found my guns in the dark, pulled them into the light to make sure they were still loaded and shoved them back in place.

Kym offered us a couple of beers, and we all sat her table while she rolled a joint.

“You can afford to live in a hotel?” Emery blurted out.

Kym didn’t mind it. “The owner, he likes me.” We could guess what that meant. “It’s pretty convenient. Got room service and the maids clean my room real good. You know they use steam, powerful shit to kill bed bugs and all. But enough chit chat.” Kym passed me the joint, batting her eyes at Emery who sat beside her in nothing but my dress shirt. “As I was saying you may not have to sleep with Amun because he wants to watch.”

Emery’s expression did nothing to hide her reluctance before she announced. “I don’t do girls.”

“You don’t do girls and you won’t fuck Amun? What kind of escort are you?”

“Um, I’m not one,” Emery proclaimed before I could stop her.

Kym’s arms were crossed. “What the hell Johnny?”

I took another hit. It’d been a long time since I’d had the pleasure. I let the smoke roll slowly out of my lungs. “Don’t listen to her. She owes me for services yet to be rendered. She’ll do as I say.”

“Like hell I will!” Emery spit with fire.

Something in me switched on, craving that fiery side of her again. “You will or our deal is off.”

“So shoot me.” Emery smiled wickedly, crossing her arms too, challenging me, knowing we were in an odd predicament.

Already feeling high, I confronted her, “What’s it matter what you do? You’ve made up your mind. Why not have some experiences before you’re… gone? Why not let this pretty girl get you off?”

Emery said nothing. She turned her head away, pissed and took another swig of beer.

Kym grew impatient. “What the fuck is this about?”

Emery glared at me, her face begging me not to tell.

“Nothin’ she’s already agreed to do as I say. She can’t go back on it or things could get… slow and painful.”

Emery’s eyes narrowed before she hung her head, returning to complacent, defeated. Again, I wondered how far she’d go. Was she who she said she was? At times, I thought so. Or was she out to get me and mine? I’d witnessed her fire for a brief moment before it flickered out again. I didn’t understand a girl who wanted to die but wouldn’t pull the trigger. Taking another toke, I craved her fire, knowing if you play with fire, you’re bound to be burned.

Kym caressed my arm. “If she’s never been with a woman before, Amun’ll know something’s up. He’ll kill all of us, after he tortures us of course.”

“What would you suggest?” I grinned like the chestire cat, knowing where this situation headed.

“Why don’t I show her a thing or two, get her comfortable.”

“Guess we need to rehearse then?” My serious eyes met Emery’s. “You and Kym are going to give me a show,” I ordered. I’d fuck them both after. I was the luckiest man on two legs.

She stalled, “Sure, but I’m going to need another beer.”

I started to get up to get her one. Kym beat me to it with a sly smile on her face. I sat back down and watched Kym behind Emery’s back. She opened the bag of cocaine and spiked her beer with it. I kept my mouth shut, it wouldn’t kill her to loosen up and live a little before she died. Kym sat the beer back in front of Emery and she passed her the joint. We laughed as she choked the first few tries.

Kym put her hand under the table, on Emery’s thigh. “So, you’ve never been with a woman before?”

“No, never.” Emery turned to me. “Never been with any man except my husband and Johnny here.” She sipped the beer, noticing nothing strange.

“Johnny, you sly dog. I thought you were bringing me a working girl,” Kym hooted. She was higher than a stoned moon. “You’ve brought me a treat. Now girl, what’s your name?”

“Rachel.” Emery thought enough to lie, only adding to my suspicions about her.

Kym flitted dreamy eyes as she toked on her third joint. “Now Rachel, I’m going to show you what a woman can do.”

Emery mimicked a deer in headlights. “I’m not finished with my beer.”

“You can finish it while I show you.” Kym slipped under the table. Emery’s face flowed through a range of emotions as her eyes latched onto mine as if they were hands to hold. I couldn’t help but get excited thinking about what was happening to her, but damn, I wanted to see it myself. Before I knew it Kym’s hand was in my crotch too, and she had my dick in her mouth in record time. Kym was a professional. They say if you want something done right, you go to one and a hooker is no exception. I came down her throat in no time.

Kym wiped at her mouth with a wink, handing me the bag of cocaine. “Gonna need you to play Amun.”

I debated whether I could get up in the morning if I snorted a line. We had a big day ahead of us but it’d also been a while. The cocaine beat sleep. It burned my nose, my throat, my eyes, and I blinked wondering if it wasn’t laced with something else as the rush hit me like a ton of bricks. The thought floated away. I barely noticed Kym take Emery to the bed. Bitch had done given me drugs, thinking it’d keep me at bay while she played with Emery herself. Emery was on her knees on the bed looking clueless but complacent as Kym seductively stripped, removing her skirt and tube top. Keeping her heels on, she crawled toward Emery, her firm ass a fine sight. She began to unbutton Emery’s shirt. Emery blinked unmoving, and I knew Kym was right about loosening her up for tomorrow.

“Em, Rachel, Amun’s gonna know if you’re not into it. You need to just go with the flow,” I coached her.

Kym petted Emery’s face like a child. “We give him a good show tomorrow night, and I’ll make sure he fucks me first. Man only has one dick. Then Johnny here will bust in and kill him before he gets to you. I know you don’t want him to fuck you. It’s the worst part of my job. He’s an evil man. He’s got no love or passion and uses me hard. You wouldn’t be able to take what he does to me. If I’d ever refused him, I’d be dead. We are killing a bad man.”

Emery leaned her head over to let Kym kiss her neck. My cock sprang to life again. Kym slipped Emery’s shirt off her shoulders and studied the scars on her body before she kissed her on the lips tenderly. That was a woman for you, always wanting to make love.