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  “She’s going to kill me.”  He muttered, putting his
head into his hands.

  “Oh yes, most certainly, my Dear Watson.”  I said back
to him smiling wide.  “You can go; I’ll watch the girls for an hour until
you can come get them.”

    Sam got up, walked over to me and kissed me on
the forehead before going to Cheyenne.  The silence remained for a few
seconds until chuckles filled the air from each of the men in the room. 
Jack, James, Max, Elliott, and Gabe all had wide smiles on their faces. 
This was a blessing, and everyone was happy, even if Cheyenne wasn’t. 

Gabe

  The tiny duplex was filled to the brim with people. 
Everyone that meant something to me was in the room.  Although I loved
them, I hoped they would leave soon.  I wanted to spend some time with
Ember, and I couldn’t do that very well with kids and people capturing her
attention.  We’d had an impromptu barbeque celebrating Sam and Cheyenne’s
exciting news.  Everyone was over the moon, and Cheyenne had come around
once she spoke with Sam.  I envied them at times.  I’d always wanted
kids, just hadn’t met the right woman to have them with; that is until
now.  That is until I met Ember.

  Cheyenne and Sam were the firsts to leave, followed shortly
by James and Janie, Blaine and Elliott, Jack, and then finally Max.

  Max wrapped Ember in a tender hug, and spoke quietly into
her ear.  He rubbed his bearded face on her hair, gave her a kiss and
walked out.  Ember stood there for a few seconds before raising her eyes
to mine and smiling slightly.

  “I worried him last night, and he told me to stay close to
you.”  She said to me.

  “You worried all of us last night.  Max and me more
than the rest.  We’ll figure this out though.  Don’t worry too much
about it.”  I said to her.

  I wasn’t so sure this would all be figured out and wrapped
up into a nice bow.  I was being positive for Ember’s sake, but I honestly
didn’t feel too good about this.  I had a feeling this was going to get
nasty and a whole lot more dangerous before it started to get better. 
From what I’d learned of the Blue Skulls over the past year, this was about to
turn ugly, and I’d have to be constantly on guard.

  They were a nasty gang, and had little regard for people
outside of their gang.  They went into a fight and didn’t really care if
they won or lost, only that they took out who was a danger to their gang. 
Just from local chatter, as well as findings from Luke, I knew that this wasn’t
just a minor gang.  This was a small branch of a much larger gang that
spread across Texas, and flooded into Louisiana, Arkansas, Arizona, and
Nevada.  I just hoped to God that I could figure out how to fix this
before anything bad happened.

  I had faith that I could take care of Ember, but I knew
they weren’t going to give up without a fight.  They would go after her
family, kids that she saw at work, even casual acquaintances if that is what it
took.  All I knew is that I would die before anything happened to her,
because without her in my life, it wasn’t worth it.

  We headed to bed shortly after.  Ember had a full day,
and the pain and lack of sleep were catching up with her.  I practically
had to undress her and put her to bed by the time it was all said and done.

  She was sound asleep by the time I got out of the
bathroom.  I went to the drawers and looked for a pair of clean sleep
pants, but didn’t see any.  I glanced at the bed, saw how dead to the
world she was, and decided that I could get by with just the briefs. 

  Crawling in next to her, I covered us both with the blanket
and fell into a deep sleep with the woman I maybe possibly loved by my
side.  Oh, who was I kidding?  I was already gone.

Ω

  This was a great dream.

  Ember was grinding her pubic bone against my full
length.  I had a hold of her hips in a tight grip, helping her with her
movements.  She was moaning loudly in my ear, and then she suddenly
grinded down and froze.  Moaning even more loudly she came in a rush.

  I could feel her slick heat through my boxers, and decided
that grinding wasn’t good enough.  Moving my hand down to my underwear, I
shoved them down so my cock was now up tight against her cotton panties. 
It felt divine, but I wanted that juicy slickness as if I was dying of
starvation.

 Shoving her panties to the side for convenience, I probed
her entrance with my finger and found her wet and very ready for me. 
Lifting her up slightly, I positioned my cock at her entrance with one hand,
and took her hip in the other.  Simultaneously I thrust up and pushed down
burying myself to the balls in one swift movement. 

  It was at that moment that I realized I wasn’t
dreaming.  Nothing could feel this good in a dream.  This was
heaven.  Nothing had ever felt better than this.  I opened my eyes
and Ember’s dark eyes staring back at me.  She was so goddamn
beautiful.  Her hair fell over her shoulders and came to a rest on my bare
chest.  My shirt was riding up high on her waist, held up by her hands.

  It was still dark out, and I glanced at the clock to see
that it was a little after three in the morning.  Turning back to her, I
framed her face with my big hands.

  “I’ve wanted to be inside of you for forever.  Nothing
compares to the feeling of being inside you.”  I said to her, flexing my
hips up into her once more.

  When she let out a small whimper, I took that is my cue to
start moving harder.  When I couldn’t reach the desired depth, I pulled
her off my cock and set her gently beside me on her knees.  She looked
beautiful like this too.  Underwear askew, only giving me a tiny peak at
what I wanted.  Pulling her underwear down to her knees, I left them there
so she would have to keep her legs tight together. 

  Taking my cock in my hand, I struck it against her pussy
once, and then did it again when she moaned and pushed back against me looking
to bring me inside of her.

  “You want my dick back, baby?”  I asked, smacking her
clit with the head of my cock.
  When she didn’t answer, only moaned, I rubbed her clit with the head,
back and forth, until finally she called out to me.

  “Please, Gabe.”  She pleaded.

  “Please what, amorzinho?”

  “Please, Gabe.  Please, fuck me.”

  “Such a dirty mouth on you.  But it will be my
pleasure.”  I said before slamming back inside of her.

  I fucked her long and hard.  I gave each pump of my
dick everything I had to give.  Over and over again, I went balls deep,
hitting her cervix with each thrust.

  “I’m close.  Oh, God.”  She said.

  “Not God baby, just Gabe.”  I said, pumping my dick in
and out.

  Then a thought occurred to me, and I froze.

  “Are you on birth control?”  I rasped.

  “Yes!” she keened.

  Worries alleviated, I started to pound into her
again.  In and out.  In and out.

  Suddenly she peaked.  The walls of her vagina clamped
down on my dick with a force I’ve never experienced before.  It was as if
she wanted to hold me inside of her and never let go. 

  I wanted that too, but my climax didn’t care.  A zing
shot down my spine and seemed to settle deep in my balls before I
exploded.  My come shot into Ember so hard that it literally took my
breath away.  I squeezed my eyes shut and pumped through it until it
finally ended.  I gave her hip a firm squeeze before pulling out of her
and flopping down onto my back panting.

  “My god.  That was a-fucking-mazing.  Can we do
it again?”  Ember said from beside me.

  She was flopped down onto her stomach, her panties still
down around her knees, and her shirt rucked up to just under her breasts. 
Her hair was flying all around her, and she was smiling from ear to ear.

  “I knew it would be like that with us.  I knew
it.  Why the hell I waited so long to go after you, I don’t know.”  I
said to her, kissing my way down her spine.  My lips brushed lightly over
the gauze so I didn’t hurt her.

  “Oh, I think that the buildup was what made that so
explosive.  Just give me a few minutes to get my bearings, and I’ll be
ready for round two.”  She said.

Then her eyes closed, and she was back in la la land.

  Figures.  At least I knew that I could have her again
anytime I wanted her.  Yes, I would just rest my eyes here for a few
minutes and catch my breath.  Then I would wake her up and start that
whole beautiful process over again.

Chapter 4

Love is the feeling you get when you like something as much as
your motorcycle.

-Biker Truth
 

Ember

One week later

  I awoke to lips and a prickly beard running up the inside
of my thigh.  I was on my stomach in the bed.  Somehow, I was naked, even
though I specifically remembered putting underwear and one of Gabe’s t-shirts
on.  I didn’t sleep naked.  I felt like if there was an emergency in
the middle of the night, that I damn sure would have a clean pair of underwear
and something covering my boobies.

  Speaking of covering my boobies, his hands slid in between
the bed and my breasts.  He massaged and kneaded them, plucking at my
nipples.  He ground his erection into my ass, mimicking thrusting.  I
buried my head into the pillow and groaned.  My god, we’d been going at it
like bunnies for a freakin’ week, and yet I still want him just as much if not
more than I did the first time.

  “Wake up, meu anjinho.  You have to be at work in an
hour, and I have plans for you before you go.”  He said gruffly.

  I pushed my butt up against him, and he groaned in
pleasure.  Taking my hips in his rough grip, he pulled me until I was on
my knees, face still in the mattress.  We always seemed to end up in this
position for some reason, I liked it deep and rough, and this way made it to
where Gabe could take me roughly.  It was also the way I slept. 
Therefore, when Gabe woke me in the morning, it was how I was situated when he
first started.  We’d did this two and three times a day, and we both knew
what positions worked the best for us.

  Gabe was everything I could ever want and more.  He
knew how to work his rock hard body.  He also knew how to work mine. 
I’ve had two other sexual partners, and neither one could even hold a candle to
how hot he made me. 

  His cock abruptly slammed into me from behind.  A
squeak emerged from my throat at the suddenness, but that didn’t deter
him.  He pounded his cock into me, but pulled out a minute or so later and
flipped me over to my back.  Lifting my right leg over his shoulder, he
positioned himself at my entrance again, sliding home with one smooth slick
thrust.  My leg was plastered to his rock hard abs and chest.  His
dog tags swung with each thrust of his body, making clinking sounds that
sounded like music setting the tempo for our lovemaking.

  He leaned down, took one of my nipples between his lips and
sucked hard.  My body arched off the bed, trying to get closer to his
mouth.  My leg was wedged between both of our bodies, and Gabe’s cock was
bottoming out inside of me.  He released my nipple from the suction of his
lips with an audible pop, and leaned back so he could watch his cock enter my
vagina.  He reached his hand down and rubbed the entrance of my vagina
where his cock was sliding in and out.  He let the tip of his finger slip
into my entrance, and the added fullness set me off like a rocket. 

  He gave a few more hammering thrusts and then came himself,
shooting into me in hot thick pulses.  He stayed inside me while we caught
our breath.  He slowly shrunk inside me, pulling out reluctantly a few
minutes later.  His come slid out of me.  He watched it the entire time,
while it trailed out of my vagina, past my anus, and pooled beneath my butt on
the sheets.  Reaching down, he used the side of his index finger, gathered
some of my wetness, and rubbed it back up until he reached my clit.  I
jumped from the sensitivity, and then moaned because surprisingly it still felt
unbelievable.  Normally I was too sensitive, but he knew just how to work
me.

  He continued to rub and flick until I had a second orgasm,
arching my spine and throwing my head back.  Dropping my leg to his side,
he leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. 

  “Mmmm.  Now that is how I like to start my
morning.”  He said kissing me softly before heading into the bathroom.

  The shower turned on a few seconds later.  I glanced
at the clock realizing that I had a little over forty-five minutes until I
needed to be at work.  Hmmmm.  I decided to rest my eyes for just a
few seconds more.

  I woke up for real the second time.  It was to a hand
clamped around my ankle with an unbreakable hold dragging me down the
bed.  Asshole.  I only wanted fifteen more minutes.

  “I’m up!”  I screamed into my pillow, which I’d
managed to hold onto through my rough treatment.

  “It’s ten till we need to leave.  You need to get your
ass in gear.  I’ve got a ton of shit to get done today, and I need to drop
you off on my way, so let’s get going.”  Gabe said while giving my ass a
smack and leaving the room.

  Heaving an exasperated sigh, I rolled out of bed, and took
a quick shower.  I threw my hair up into my usual messy bun, swiped on
some mascara and deodorant, and then went in search of clothes.  Finding
some clean ones at the end of the bed, I pulled on a pair of fold-over capri
yoga pants, an ancient shirt from my junior year volleyball team, and my hot
pink tennis shoes.  Perfect. 

  Being an athletic trainer really worked well for my style
of dress.  I wasn’t expected to dress up, and tennis shoes were a required
accessory when you needed to get places in a hurry.  When I was in high
school, I was at a volleyball summer camp prior to my senior year when I tore
my ACL.  It was a horrific experience.  I still remember trying to
put weight on my bad leg and walk off the court when the top of my leg went one
way and the bottom went another.  After about six months of recovery and
therapy, I found my calling. 

  It also didn’t hurt that I could wear what I wanted
to.  With the help of the trainer at my high school, I started down a path
that found me where I was today.  I graduated from a local Baptist
college, ETBU, four years after I graduated high school.  Then I found my
dream job, in the town that I grew up, and close to my only family, Max. 
Now Gabe was here too, and that made my life all the better.

  There was a bothersome gang that kept putting a damper on
things, but I knew that Gabe and Max would figure this out.  As long as I
was safe and did what I was told, I knew that I would be okay.

  Rushing outside of the room, Gabe was nowhere to be
found.  Assuming he was outside, I grabbed my bag and phone, and then ran
out the door.  There he was, on his death machine.  Today he was
wearing dark washed jeans with a red plain cotton t-shirt.  Ray-Bans
covered his eyes, his black hair was pulled back with a bandana, and he was
just reaching for my helmet when he spotted me.  He grinned broadly and
patted the bitch seat at the back of him.  Smiling inwardly with glee at
that beautiful smile, I dashed towards the motorcycle and hopped on the back,
wrapping my arms around him tightly. 

  “Ready!”  I said excitedly.

  I loved this bike, and it made my day when I get to ride on
the back of it with him.  The ride was so free and exhilarating.  I
loved how my hair became a tangled mess around my face.  I loved the way
my stomach would turn and flip when we went around a tight curve.  I also
loved how when Gabe revved the motor it would make my whole body feel like I
touched a live wire.  Gabe loved to do that.  He thought it was
hilarious that I would squeal in excitement.

  We were just about to take off when I saw Max come out of
his place and turn to walk towards his bike.  I tapped Gabe on the shoulder
and got off sprinting in the direction of Max.  When I got close enough, I
launched myself onto his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms
around his neck.  Max started to flip me off his back almost
instantaneously, but I held strong, clinging like a monkey and started giving
him big smacking kisses on his cheek.  I made sure to put extra drool into
them for good effect.

    “You are such a fucking weirdo.  I swear I
don’t know how we’re related.”  Max said shaking his head in exasperation.

  Laughing lightly I let my legs and arms go, dropped to the
ground, and took off running towards Gabe.  He had his head back laughing
when he noticed Max wiping the slobber off his cheek.  Taking in his
expression made my heart feel light.  It wasn’t often that I got to see
him smiling and carefree.  He was always in such a dark mood, and it made
me wonder about his past and secrets.  I knew he would tell me in time,
but for now, it still bugged the crap out of me not to know.

  “He’s gonna repay you one of these days, and don’t come
hide behind me when he does.  I don’t want my ass kicked, please.” 
Gabe said to me.

  He handed my helmet to me and then gunned the engine,
taking off into the early morning air.

  We arrived at the campus in record time.  He pulled
right up to the back doors of the gym, and got off.  He pulled his helmet
off, hooked it on the handle and then extended his hand to me.  Grabbing
it, I climbed off, and then did the same with my helmet.  There were a few
students milling around, and they’d all stopped and stared at Gabe.  The
girls were all glassy eyed while the boys were all looking at him with envious
eyes.  Guess riding a motorcycle made you popular with the jocks. 

  Gabe was oblivious to the stares.  He was taking in
the new security system, walking around watching while the cameras moved to
different angles every thirty seconds.  Grabbing my hand, he walked with
me up to the gym door that now had a scanner to get in.  He held out his
hand and I gave him my school ID that was attached on a lanyard around my
neck.  He slid my card and the little light beside the panel glowed
green.  The door clicked open and we went inside.

  “My office is –“I started to say when he interrupted me,

  “I know where your office is, Em.  I was the one who
installed a lot of the security.  There’s a camera in your office, by the
way, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.  On the other hand, if you do
want to do something like that, let me know so I can pull up the feed.  I
have this all hooked into my phone, and it’s also fed back to the
compound.”  Gabe said as we arrived at my office door.

  He used a code to get me into the door and closed it behind
us.  Surveying the office with critical eyes, he walked up to the window
and peered out.  Then walked back to the desk and pulled the desk drawer
open. 

  “Your panic button is right here.  If you even think
you need to use this, use it.  If you have a feeling that something is
wrong, then use it.  It’ll notify all of us, but it also sends a direct
phone call to the KPD.  Remember what we talked about last night. 
You do not, under any circumstances, go outside.  You stay in your office
or the training room.  Don’t wander around.  There’re plenty of
students around here who would give a left nut to do something for you. 
Use it.  Call me if you need anything.  I’ll be back around four to
pick you up.”  He said quickly before kissing me, and then exiting the
office.

  Shit. 

Ω

  The day started on a good note, but by the end of it my
head was pounding, my back was aching, and I was in a foul mood.  I still
had two hours to go when I decided to stop for the day.  I was tired of
whiny kids not doing what they were told.  They treated this as a teen
hangout, and that was not what this place was.  This was a place for
healing and relaxing.  One certain jock wasn’t taking the hint, and I
finally called campus security on him to get him removed.  Closing and
locking the doors of the training room, I made my way slowly back to the
office. 

  Pulling out my phone, I started to text a message to Gabe
for a ride when I bumped into something solid.  Looking up I spotted one
of my favorite students.  I started to smile at him when I noticed the
deep regret in his eyes.

  “What’s wrong, Kale?”  I asked him.

  Kale was of Native American descent.  He had the coal
black eyes, long black hair, and a wiry lean body.  He would be gorgeous
in another couple of years. 

 Kale took so long to answer that I started worrying that
something was really wrong.  Now he was looking down at his feet. 
Reaching my hand out, I grabbed his hand and gave a small tug. 

  “Kale?”  I asked again.

  His look told me he was agonized about something. 
Finally, he seemed to come to a decision, reached into his pocket, and pulled
out a white envelope handing it to me.  He pulled out a blue bandana and
walked away.  What.The.Fuck?