Highway Don't Care (Freebirds) (4 page)

  Having only a door in between Ember and me was
torture.  Seeing her wearing my shirt set off something primal inside of me,
and made me wish for things I’ve never had before.  Deciding that a door
and the shower were loud enough to balance out the sounds, I took my erection
in hand again and gave it a rough tug.  Reaching down with the other hand,
I ran it over my balls, tugging on the sac lightly.  Shutting my eyes
firmly, and working up a good rhythm, I didn’t notice the door crack
open.  Nor did I notice Ember peak her head in, and her eyes widen. 
Squeezing my balls a little tighter, I started crudely yanking on my
dick.  Lightening shot up my spine, and I groaned Ember’s name quietly,
shooting my semen all over the glass enclosure of the shower. 

  Fuck.  I’ve never come that hard, and all I was doing
was thinking about her in my clothes. 

  Grabbing the showerhead, I washed the mess I made off the
glass, and then quickly shut off the shower.  I toweled dry, and wrapped
the towel around my waist before heading back into the bedroom. 

  Ember was on the bed, the jeans I’d dug out from the closet
covering her nicely shaped ass.  She didn’t have a shirt on, only a sports
bra.  The bandage was starkly white against her tanned back.  I
walked over to her, and ran my finger lightly down her side.  She shifted
slightly away from my touch and giggled.  Goosebumps broke out all down
her side, and I longed to run my tongue over them.

  “That tickles.”  She said.

  “We’ll have to change this later on when we get
home.”  I said to her, tapping the side of her bandage.

  “Okay.”  She mumbled into the mattress. 

  “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”  I asked her.

  “I can’t get my pants buttoned.  You must’ve dried
these when you washed them, and now they’re too tight.”  She said
miserably.  “I don’t dry any of my jeans because they’ll shrink up in the
dryer, and then I have to lay down to snap them.  Which I can’t do today
because then I’d have to lay on my back.”

  “Well stand up, and we will see what we can do.”  I
instructed.

  She stood up and turned around.  Her first and second
button were undone, so I pulled her to me by the waist of her jeans.  When
I curled my fingers around the waistband, I quickly realized that she wasn’t
wearing anything underneath.  My fingers encountered hair, and nothing
else.

  I inhaled sharply, and my eyes shot from the buttons on her
jeans to her eyes. 

  Ember was biting her lip while her eyes focused on my hand
that was in the waistband of her jeans.  I abruptly made the decision to
go for it.  I’ve been so strung out this last year, that I knew something
had to give.  We’ve been skirting around the elephant in the room for too
long.  No more.

  “I think we’ve denied this for too long, Ember.  It’s
gonna happen.  I don’t think I can keep myself away from you for much
longer.  I’m running out of excuses to stay away from you.”  I said
to her, while moving my fingers back and forth over her springy curls. 

  I found myself wanting to undo the last two buttons on her
jeans, so I did.  The fly of the jeans said “Lucky you” and damned if I
didn’t feel like a lucky fuck.

  Her voice quivered as she said, “Umm, you’re supposed to be
helping me button those, not unbuttoning.”

  Of course, she didn’t respond to my earlier statement, but
that also wasn’t a “no” coming out of her mouth.

  My dick was making a tent out of the towel that was wrapped
at my hips.  Ember’s eyes kept wandering down to it, and then her eyes
would shoot back to mine.

  “I only wanted to see if the upstairs and the downstairs
matched.”  I said to her.

  With that statement, I let my eyes wander down until they
sought what they were looking for.  And yes, the top matched the
bottom.  I let my hand drift off her waistband, and buried my fingers into
her curls, tugging gently.

  “Soon, maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, but soon.”  I
declared before reaching down and buttoning her jeans, all the way to the top.

  When I straightened, the fold in the towel fell just right,
so my dick escaped the restricting confines of the towel.  Ember’s eyes
widened when she saw it, but quickly averted her head.  I laughed as she
looked at the ceiling, and then the curtains, while covertly looking down at my
dick.   

  Yes, it would be soon.  I wasn’t holding back
anymore.  She was screwed.  Literally.

Ω

Ember

  Oh my god.  Oh my god.  OH MY GOD!

  This was more than I ever could have hoped for; I’d
fantasized about this very moment at least a hundred times.  Gabe’s been
Mr. Stoic ever since I met him.  He never speaks much.  He’s just the
dark, formidable presence at your back.  He’s spoken to me more in the
last twenty-four hours than he has in the last year.  I never would’ve
thought my feelings were returned by him.  I thought I was the only one
with the overactive imagination.  Every time he would walk into the room,
my heart would start beating double time, the butterflies in my stomach felt
more like humming birds zipping around, and sweat would start to form in the
most awkward places.  He always seemed so calm and cool.  If today
was anything to go by, he’s been feeling it almost as bad as I’ve been.

  In an attempt to get my mind out of the gutter, I started
giving orders.

  “Okay, I’m going to send Cheyenne a text message from the
truck.  You need to haul-”   I said before pounding interrupted
my request.

  Fuck.  Too late.

  I let out a long-suffering sigh before walking to the door
and swinging it wide.  There she stood.  My best friend in the whole
entire world, and her two boob ornaments that were stuck to her tit ninety
percent of the time.  Don’t get me wrong, I love those two girls from the
bottom of my heart, but they seem to be attached to her boob the majority of
the time.  I mean shouldn’t they be done at a little over a year
old?  Not that I have a problem with others doing it, it just kinda creeps
me out.  Not to mention the one time she tried to shoot me with her milk
missiles.  I ran away from her just as I do when I see those nasty huge
cock roaches scuttling across the floor.

  The two boob ornaments wore matching outfits today. 
How surprising.  They were cute though, sporting two Spiderman onesies
with ruffles on the butt.  They were supposed to be gag gifts, but
Cheyenne loved them.  Their hair was rather crazy today.  It looked
like mommy forgot how to use a comb. 

  Steeling my spine, I finally scrounged up the courage to
look at Cheyenne.  I flinched at the fury I saw there.  I knew she
was pissed, but she looked like I ran over her cat, and then backed up and did
it again to make sure I really got it. 

  “I’m assuming you’re pissy because I wouldn’t let Sam bring
you to the hospital last night?”  I asked with feigned innocence.

  “Pissy.  Yea, bitch face, you could say that. 
How could you do this to me?  I’ve been worried sick, and just look at
you!  You were going to try to sneak out weren’t you?”  Cheyenne
seethed.

 Motioning to Gabe with my thumb I said, “I have to go give a
statement at the popo station.  Gabriel here said I could hitch a ride
with him.  I’ll explain everything when I get back, pinky promise.” 

  Glaring at me, she turned and marched off without another
word.

  “That went well.”

  Gabe shook his head slowly and headed to the passenger side
door.  He helped me inside carefully, and then walked to his own door,
jumping in a lot more gracefully than I had.  The truck started with a
dull roar, vibrations started and gave me a little feeling of euphoria. 
There was something about a good sounding truck that did it for me.

  “This sounds great!  When did you get this?”

  “Yesterday, actually.  I needed to be able to do stuff
that my bike couldn’t do.”  He said simply.

  “Well that’s cool.  Can I drive it?”  I asked
sweetly.

  “Absolutely not.  I’ve known you for a year now, and
you’ve gotten into two fender benders and sideswiped a car.  No way will I
let you touch my brand new truck.”  He said firmly.

  “Oh that’s bullshit!  None of those were my fault!”

  “Whose fault was it?”

  “Well the time I sideswiped a car, it was because there was
this massive grasshopper in the car with me.  He flew in my window and
landed on my leg.  I tried to flick it off, but he started going crazy and
trying to attack me.  I don’t do bugs, and I swear to God this one was a
mutant.”

  “Whatever.  You’re still not getting my truck in your
crazy hands.”

  Sulking now, because he might could possibly be right, I
watched as we passed all the sights and sounds of Kilgore downtown.  The
police station was located in the historical district.  Flowers were dying
in the potted plants that lined the middle of the road.  Texas heat in the
summer was a bitch, and when it didn’t rain, it got even worse. 
Everything was brown by the time summer ended.

  Each bump that Gabe hit jolted my back, and made tears
threaten to spill out of my eyes now that my painkillers were wearing
off.  Not that I said anything.  Gabe wasn’t meaning to hit every
fucking pothole on this side of the Texas line; he was just doing that
naturally.  I wasn’t going to say anything because I knew he’d feel bad if
I made him aware of it.  I just wanted to get this shit over with as fast
as possible and go back to that nice warm bed of Gabe’s.  Preferably with
him in it.  Underneath me, with that lovely cock I saw a quick preview of
inside of me.

  Gabe found a parking space close to the front doors, and
walked around to my door.  I was a tad nervous.  I’d never been to
the police station before, and I didn’t know what to expect.  Gabe’s
presence at my side calmed me down some as we walked through the double glass
doors.  It wasn’t anything special.  Just a lobby to the left there
was a door with metal detectors on it.  To the right there was another
door with a locked keypad entry.  Towards the front was a glass wall with
women sitting behind the glass waiting on the citizens.   

  I opened my mouth to ask Gabe where to go when a man I’ve
only met a handful of times walked out of the room to my right.  Luke
Roberts.  He sure was a cutie.  Tall with a nice build.  He had
a shock of bleach blonde hair that was clipped in a no nonsense cut close to
his scalp.  He was wearing jeans and a KPD shirt, which stood for the
Kilgore Police Department.  He strode right on up to us and did the man
hug/shake with Gabe. 

  They were both nearly the same height, Gabe just a tad
shorter than Luke.  Where Luke was blonde, Gabe was dark.  Where Luke
had a light tan, Gabe had a nice golden brown.  Luke looked like a golden
warrior, where Gabe reminded me of a death angel.  His looks were dark and
menacing.  Gabe was wearing a Black t-shirt with dark washed jeans and
motorcycle boots. 

  Luke turned to me after his man hug and made eye contact.

  “How ya’ doin’, Ember?”  Luke asked me.

  Glancing around, I scratched my arms with my nails. 
“I guess as good as I can be.  Can we get this shit over with,
please?  This place is giving me hives.” 

  Luke looked a tad startled by my blunt reply, but Gabe
wasn’t.  He was wearing a shit-eating grin. 

  Luke spun on his heel and headed back to the locked door;
Gabe and I followed behind.  He led us through a maze of hallways, passing
through what looked like a huge room with desks everywhere, and finally coming
to a stop at a small office.  He held the door open for us, and closed it
behind us.  He made a gesture to a seat that was in front of a rickety old
desk.  We all took our spots.

  “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.”  I said to
him, and then went into my tale without preamble.

  As I spoke, Gabe stood behind me and gave me moral
support.  I didn’t think I really needed it, though.  Yes, it was a
horrible thing that happened to me.  Yes, it could have been a hundred times
worse, but it wasn’t.  I was hurt, but I wasn’t raped.  I was roughed
up, but I wasn’t so bad that I needed a hospital stay.  I think my mind
was trying to protect me on the could-a-beens.  Everyone was expecting me
to fall apart, but I wasn’t going to give the fucker the pleasure.  I was
royally pissed. 

  Luke spoke in gentle tones when asking me questions, and
when we were through, he gave a long drawn out sigh and ran his hands over his
face roughly.

  “Alright, this is what’s going on.”  He started. 
“Apparently there is a new process the Blue Skulls are using when they initiate
their newest members.  The senior members follow the initiates around for
a few days, and see the people that they hang with, or that they look up to the
most.  If they see that certain someone, then the seniors think up acts
that they know the initiates won’t want to do so they can prove that they are
loyal to the Blue Skulls.  The victim has to be someone you know, or have
helped.  The reason we know all this is that we caught a perp about a week
and a half ago beating the shit out of an older woman who gave him side work
when she knew the boy could use the money.  The neighbors heard the
commotion and the cops got there in time to catch the little fucker.  He
was only thirteen, so he was an easy crack.  The old woman is dead, by the
way.  We aren’t sure if another member did it, but she was released from
the hospital on a Monday.  Later that week we got a well check on her when
the granddaughter couldn’t reach her; found her dead in the kitchen. 
Gunshot wound to the head.  We can only assume that it was related. 
And that’s how we end up with all of this.”  He said as he waved his hands
over the notes he took.