Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (62 page)

“Kym, is this the show Amun’s looking for?”

She changed her pace instantly, kissing Emery hard, caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Emery held her hands out and away, not touching Kym, giving her inexperience away. “Rachel,” I called Emery by her fake name. “Just relax and do everything that Kym does to you back to her. That should get us through tomorrow.”

Kym pulled back, and it was Emery’s turn. Her dazed expression let me know she was feeling what Kym snuck in her drink. Slowly, she mimicked Kym’s moves, squeezing Kym’s nipples as she tongued her. Fuck, it was hotter than a stolen tamale. I wanted to be in that pussy sandwich, but knew I had to let them rehearse. I lost my pants. Getting another beer, I watched them continue in only my shirt and boxer briefs. Kym’s hands fiddled in Emery’s crotch, as she sucked on her nipples. I was getting jealous wanting some of the action. They were still on their knees because it would be the best view for Amun to watch, I supposed. Emery began fingering Kym next, taking her nipples into her mouth clumsily. Kym’s head fell back as she moaned; she was laying it on a bit thick. When Emery stopped, Kym started to lie down.

“We have to make it worth his while. After he’s been here for a while, he calls off his guard, telling him to go home,” Kym explained. “The time’s been getting shorter and shorter.”

Emery was flushed, clearly turned on by everything that had been happening, or from the cocaine. “What do we do now?” She asked the million-dollar question, and I was all ears.

“Now, you are going to straddle my face while you fuck me with a dildo.” Kym pretty much had to position herself under Emery.

“Johnny, get in my trunk and find us a plastic peter.”

Obediently, I searched through the huge cedar trunk. My vision blurred as I bent over. Amongst the whips and chains, I couldn’t find a damn thing. Fuck this shit! Just like motorcycles, the only thing better than one pussy, was two. I hauled down and stepped out of my underwear. Going straight to the table with the platter of condoms, I opened one and slid it on my erection. Emery sat down onto Kym’s face and Kym tongued Emery’s pussy.

Waiting for the dildo, Kym lay under Emery with her legs spread wide. I placed my finger to my lips as I approached them without it, hoping Emery would keep quiet. Sitting on my legs, I brought her body up, and rushed my dick into Kym’s hairless, slick cunt. Kym reached up, touching my chest, acknowledging me. Emery’s hands found my shoulders, as she steadied herself. My hands gripped Emery’s breasts as I thrust into Kym.

It just wasn’t fair. I felt about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle. There were too many holes and not enough of me to go round. I’d gotten off again fucking Kym. Now I was lying on my back as Kym loomed over top of me, ordering Emery to suck me until I was hard again. Emery took my soft member into her mouth, and I guided her head as she bobbed up and down sucking until I responded. Kym tried to sit on my face, she wanted me to lick her pussy, but I shoved her off.

“What’s a matter with you?” Kym whined.

I wouldn’t eat out a whore if you paid me. It was time I started running this show. “Get back under Emery and lick her clit while I fuck her. You’re going to be our cumsucker Bitch.”

With Emery on her hands and knees situated over Kym’s mouth, I mounted her, finding her wetter with Kym’s saliva. I wrapped Emery’s long blonde hair around my fist and shoved her face into Kym’s open crotch. “Lick her pussy until I tell you to stop.” I rubbed my dick over Emery’s clit a few times, letting Kym lick me too before positioning myself to enter Emery, hard, in one thrust. Emery cried out into Kym’s lap. I froze inside, waiting for Kym to suck my balls. Emery got off with the first few strokes, but I wasn’t done. She tried to move, but I held her still. Fucking Emery’s sweet twat while Kym licked her pussy and my balls brought me over the edge soon after, and I deposited a load of cum into Emery.

Right away, Kym got to work licking me clean. Then watching Kym lick
my cum out of Emery, and Emery enjoying it, I grabbed another condom and the lube. Kym’s ass was in the air, and I planned on fucking it. I searched in the trunk for the dildo wanting Kym to fuck Emery at the same time. Luckily, I found a strap on. Interrupting them, I lugged Emery to the edge of the bed, and buckled the strap on onto Kym. I spread Emery’s legs, putting her knees up and guided Kym’s new cock into her. I folded Kym onto Emery so I could have access to Kym’s asshole. Shoving my dick into her ass without any restraint, cause she could take it, I pounded Kym while wrapping my arms around her to hold onto Emery’s ass.

I was happier than a hog in mud. Just as I was about to blow my load again. I heard a noise, the door clicked and Kym froze. Something wasn’t right. Turning my head, I saw the barrel of a gun first then Amun’s ugly mug. Even with my dick still in Kym’s ass, I noticed he was alone. The adjacent suite door, the one I’d planned to use to sneak in to kill him, closed behind him. To fuck it all, he stood in front of Kym’s table and my guns. Damn it to hell. Puddled on the floor were my pants, my blade in the pocket.

“Move your dick, asshole.” Kym snarled, and I realized she’d sold me out. Well, sold us out, because Emery was involved too.

Emery backed up onto the bed as Kym moved behind Amun. I put my hands up. “If she’s your girl, I’m sorry.” It was worth a shot.

“Get on the bed.” Amun waved his gun, pointing it toward Emery.

I climbed onto the bed on my knees. “She’s innocent. This was all my plan. She’s just another whore,” I said matter a factly as he pivoted the gun back between Emery and I.

“I like her. I’d love to keep her for a while,” Kym added, tugging on Amun’s free arm.

He laughed, “Mrs. Jenkins, at last we meet. I believe you and I have unfinished business.” He motioned for her to come to them.

Emery slowly made her way to Kym. Kym’s eyes glistened, a smile appearing on her face as she grabbed Emery, holding her out of the impending gunfire. Amun handed Kym a gun. “Shoot her if he moves.”

Kym pressed the gun to Emery’s temple while Amun stepped closer to me. “Johnny Stevens is a nobody, a dead nobody. The Mutherfukers fed him to the sharks. Who are you? You have to the count of ten then Kym’s going to shoot your pretty friend.”

I searched Emery’s face, how did Amun know her? How did she play into all of this? Kym’s face contorted, she didn’t want to shoot Emery. When she saw me watching, she gave me an evil stare. She’d kill me in a heartbeat.

Amun started counting. There was no way in hell I’d tell him who I was. On five, I jumped, wanting to knock him to the ground, ready to wrestle the gun away from him. I landed with a thud, hard on my shoulder, at the same time I heard silenced gunfire. Amun thrashed on the floor beside me, having fallen before me. Blood gushed out of his mouth as he stilled. Kym had shot him in the chest.

Now Kym pointed her gun right at me. I seized Amun’s glock from his dead hand, instantaneously, threatening her right back. Confused, I had to ask, “What the fuck Kym?”

“Amun’s dead, the dumbass could have looked at your back if he wanted to know your allegiance. I’m not so dumb.” She was talking about the tattoo on my back, the same three pieces from my cut, deep in my skin forever. I still had my shirt on so how’d she know? “And I want that fifty grand from Shirley.”

“And you think Shirley’s gonna give it to you after you kill me?”

“I’ll say Amun killed you, and I killed him, dumbass. Or I’ll talk. Sure someone would want to know The Gods are working for the Heelz and in bed with the Mutherfukers too.”

She was wrong. It was all me. Her words reminding me of how deep in shit I was, wasn’t helping me clear my mind so I could kill a bitch. “And what about Emery?”

“Who? Oh, Rachel, she can come with me if she knows how to keep her pretty little mouth shut and her pussy wide open.”

Registering the fact Kym hadn’t known Emery, I hissed, “You think you can shoot faster than me. Bitch, you won’t make it out of here alive.” I was wasting time, trying to get the courage to pull the trigger. Fuck!

Kym’s finger moved on the trigger, and I rolled rather than fire back ready to kiss my ass goodbye. Instead of a bullet, Kym fell to the ground, dead, shot through the head.

Looking up I saw Emery standing there naked, holding my gun. She must have crawled under the table while I was concentrating on the whore.

The blood spilling from Kym’s head soaked her hair and the light carpet, bringing back a scene I’ve replayed too many times through my mind. I shook my head, squeezing my eyes closed and covering my ears until I banished the memory. I opened my eyes, remembering Emery still had a weapon. She looked down at Kym and then back to the pistol, her hands shaking before she dropped the gun and collapsed in hysterics. Finding my strength, I scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Killing and watching people die was traumatic even if the people would have just as soon killed you. “It’s okay,” I soothed her, hugging her close.

She’d saved me, and I really didn’t know how to thank her. The club and my brothers had saved me over and over but this was different. I caressed her face and wiped her cheeks but the tears kept falling. Kissing her forehead, I laid her down, lying beside her. It didn’t seem like enough, so I laid kisses all over her face until our lips locked in a heated kiss. Both of us naked, things progressed until I was stroking and kissing every inch of her skin in a daze. When I entered her, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before, could it be love? Tenderly, I worshipped her with every movement. Our bodies danced until we passed out in each other’s arms.

Bonfire Heart

Waking to sunlight, a naked woman and a pounding headache wasn’t anything new, but the two dead bodies on the floor, when did I get so careless? I rushed to hang a do not disturb sign on the door and hoped it was enough to keep the maids out.

Emery stretched, still sleeping peacefully. My sober mind latched onto the fact Amun called her by name while my body remembered the electricity of losing myself inside her during the aftermath. Fuck, I didn’t have time to think about it yet. Cleaning up this mess would be like trying to fit ten pounds of shit into a five-pound bag. There was no pretty way to do it.

Emery woke up after I’d stolen a cleaning cart and a larger laundry cart. I had the bodies wrapped, one in the shower curtain and the other in Kym’s fancy tablecloth. I’d shoved them both inside the laundry cart. I was far away, in the place you have to go when you have to contort dead bodies into small spaces. I scrubbed the carpet with bleach water, trying not to think of Kym’s dark, bloody hair. “Good thing the carpet is white,” I muttered as Emery sat on the edge of the bed, naked, not sure what to do. I thought enough to give her something to do, so she’d stop staring at me. “Coffee would be nice. Kym’s kitchenette is stocked. I can’t eat but you ought to. I don’t need your help yet, but burying two bodies would go quicker if I had your help later.”

On autopilot, I cleaned meticulously, making sure to erase every splatter of blood and tissue. The sheets were soaking in cold water, and I made the bed with fresh ones. Going over the carpet one more time, I realized Emery was telling me coffee was ready. A hot cup of coffee warmed my hands, and I could think again.

“So what now?” Emery asked as she ate a bowl of cereal.

“We wait until night and get these bodies in the truck. Find somewhere to bury them. Pick up my bike and that fifty grand you owe me,” I started but all I could think of was that Amun had known Emery, Mrs. Jenkins, he called her by her last name, said they had unfinished business. She lied to Kym, had thought enough to with a couple of beers in her, saying her name was Rachel. Hell, she even fired a perfect shot, shooting Kym dead when I couldn’t pull the trigger. All the passion I’d felt comforting her last night blackened, turning to mistrust.

“Then what?” she continued, getting up and clearing the few dishes. She touched my bare shoulder, caressing me and began massaging my tight muscles.

“I guess then I kill you.” I shrugged her off, but she didn’t move very far away.

“Right,” her voice was a whisper.

“Have you changed your mind?”

“About last night,” she began, her voice tender.

“Last night we were both drugged and fucked by a whore in more ways than one.”

“But last night,” Emery tried again, and I didn’t let her finish.

“Who do you work for?”

“No one.” She squealed, looking like I’d killed her puppy.

“You lying bitch!” I snatched her long blonde hair, bringing her face to mine. My voice had been too loud. I had to quiet down, I didn’t need the cops up here. It took some effort as I gritted my teeth. “You know Amun, fall into my lap, into my bed, while I’m trying to kill him. Who do you work for?” I punched the table, making her jump. “What did you do, sell me out?”

“It’s not like that. It’s a horrible coincidence,” she pleaded.

I didn’t believe her but let her go. The thought of killing her now, even if I could, didn’t fit. She scurried off to the kitchen sink. Watching her, in my shirt and nothing else, suddenly I wanted to fuck her brains out. The urge just made me even angrier. “Take of that shirt and put on Kym’s clothes.” I’d saved them for her. “You’re nothing but my whore. You’re alive instead of dying a slow excruciating death because we have a deal, remember that.”

“Yes sir,” she spat, teasing me with rare flicker of fire, only making me what her more. She dressed in front of me, terribly slowly. Emery found Kym’s shoes fit her too and made a big deal of bending over at the waist in them.

The next few hours were a glorified staring contest between Emery and I. She was waiting for my next order, making herself useless unless I told her exactly what to do. I wouldn’t give in to myself and fuck her, I couldn’t kill her and I couldn’t let her walk. Formulating a plan in my head, I stared blankly at her for hours.

When night fell, I couldn’t wait to get out of the hotel room. Even with the smell of bleach, the odor of rotten flesh had taken up residence in my nose. Emery couldn’t smell anything and maybe my senses had gotten ahead of me in anticipation, but it was there all the same, making me gag.

Despite our standoff, Emery followed my directions to a tee, allowing me to wheel the laundry cart into the elevators without anyone noticing. I hid the cart in the bushes before walking to Johnny’s truck and driving back to the hotel. The plan was simple, the best ones usually were. My emergency lights on, my truck idled on the vacant street behind the hotel. Packing the bodies in myself, I shut the truck bed cover, drove to the street over and parked, waiting for her. Missing them all day while cooped up in a non-smoking suite, I lit a cigarette. I spotted Emery in my mirror and was relieved. She could have run.

“So, do I win the Oscar?” She joked when she climbed into the truck.

“You’re a pretty good actress,” I remarked, thinking of how easily she convinced the front desk clerk a maid had stolen something from her room. I’d told her she didn’t need to say what, which room or her name, just make enough of a fuss to get everyone’s attention and then storm off. Emery pulled it off. Her hysterics won them over, just as they’d fooled me for the last couple of days.

Emery stretched down the barely there skirt but it still rode up to her naked crotch. “So where to? I’ve never buried a body.”

I blew out smoke. “Oh, I didn’t tell you? You’re paying me first. We are picking up the fifty thousand dollars you owe me before I bury the woman you killed.”

“Okay, you don’t trust me anymore, I get that.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, I’ve never trusted you. You should know, I didn’t kill either of the fuckers in the back, and I have your prints on the gun to prove it. We’ll bury the bodies after you pay me for killing you. So you can start with directions.”

“You don’t get it do you. I don’t fucking care, I want to die. I don’t care if you trust me or not. I’ll play whore. I’ll even pretend to like it. I’ll save your fucking life. Just keep up your end of the deal, quick, painless and sudden.”

“Don’t worry sweet thing, once I get my money, it’s a done deal. You won’t see it coming neither. I’m a professional.”

We didn’t talk the rest of the way to her remote cabin, where she claimed to have the money in cash, well that was besides Emery giving horrible directions. I’ve been to the middle of nowhere, fuck, I like it there, but as we passed a wooden sign I could have sworn said, bubblefucked, I knew we could find a good place to dispose of Amun and his whore, no shovel required.

When she squealed, “Stop we’re here,” the headlights lit up an overgrown shack of a cabin.

“What the fuck are you doing with such a cozy hideout?”

“It’s not mine. It was Don’s, my husband’s place.”

Was, I thought, but didn’t say it. I holstered my loaded gun, and followed Emery through the dark to the front door. Feeling a few raindrops, I was glad I planned to dump rather than dig. Emery reached up to the doorframe for the key, and I rolled my eyes. It’s the first place I would’ve looked. I’d be lucky if the money was still here. Stepping in, she switched on the lights, blinding us both. Inside, looked nothing like the dingy outside. Just as I thought, the place screamed “hideout” with its modern décor and rich furnishings. No hunting or fishing had been going on here. “I’ve got to ask, what does your husband do for a living?”

Emery headed straight to the wine cabinet and poured herself a glass. “He sold insurance.”

There she was speaking in the past tense again. I expected to turn the corner and see Mr. Jenkins’s skeleton shackled to the wall. I imagined Emery laughing as she chained me up beside him. I shook the silly scene out of my head. “So where’s the money.”

She downed the glass in one gulp before leading the way, and I wondered if she was a lightweight drinker at all. There was something she wasn’t telling me. Emery walking in front of me, dressed in Kym’s whore ensemble, I just wanted to fuck her, period. ATF, murderer, liar, it didn’t matter. Fuck.

Sliding off Kym’s heels, she grabbed my hand, leading me into the back. Instead of the to a safe or a drawer, like I thought the money would be in, she opened a coat closet, retrieving a set of keys and a big silver flash light. “It’s out back.” Emery opened the glass sliding doors that led to a small deck. I followed her down narrow steps to the shed at the end of the yard. Fixin’ to storm, the wind cut me like a knife; the temperature felt like it dropped ten degrees.

Unlocking the tiny building, Emery opened it and searched, waving the tiny spot of light back and forth until I heard a click. She pulled out two shovels, handing one to me.

“I thought we’d dump the bodies but you’re probably right, burying them would be best. But I still want the money first,” I told her, leaning my shovel against the building.

“No, the money’s buried, deep. It’s going to take some work but when we get it at least we will have somewhere to put the bodies.”

“You mean, we are retrieving the money from a body sized hole?”

“Yep.” She walked to the middle of the yard and felt around with her bare foot. She started digging, and I closed my eyes and saw Don Jenkins skeleton hanging on the wall again in my mind. He waved.

We dug for an hour, in silence, me doing most of the work since I could really get under the dirt using my boot on the blade of the shovel while Emery mostly moved the dirt I’d loosened up, before the rain came down hard. “Shit.” It’d been spitting rain the whole time, and I’d been hoping we’d be done before the storm. “How much deeper?”

“We’re almost there.”

Hitting something solid, I wiped at my brow as raindrops pelted me, making sweat run in my eyes. I finally asked, my voice straining to be heard over the rush of water. “You killed your husband and now you want to die?” I chortled. I was exhausted and frankly, confused. “I mean, you were free from him. Why not take the money and run?”

She didn’t say a word, shielding her eyes from the rain with her hand to her forehead. She just directed me to keep shoveling. Even with Emery’s flashlight and the light pouring out from the cabin, my eyes had only barely adjusted enough to make out the box. He was in a fucking makeshift coffin, not something you take the time to make if you off someone. I wondered for a moment if she had coffins lying around and planned to off me next.

We cleared the top of the man-sized box, scraping mud now instead of digging until she bent down and was able to pry the lid open. Inside was a stinking corpse, not much more than a week old and on top of him, an iron skillet and a briefcase. Emery handed me the briefcase and shut her husband back inside. She crawled out of the hole and walked away, into the house. Putting the case under my arm, I followed her, shutting the rain outside, tracking mud inside. My eye’s tracked her muddy footprints, she’d gone into the living room, but I went straight to the kitchen table, opening the case right away. It looked like it might be; but all the same, I dried my dripping hair and my hands with a kitchen towel and counted the money. It was all there.

Taking the briefcase out to the truck, to store under the seat, I ignored Emery, soaking wet and sulking on the couch. There was still work to be done. I didn’t have time to worry about her killing her husband, yet. The rain beat down harder as Don Jenkins gained two new neighbors. I drug Kym and Amun over one by one and threw them on top of Emery’s husband’s strange coffin and pushed the mud back in. Putting away the shovels, I locked the shed with the keys she’d left hanging in the lock. Maybe the rain would wash away my footprints and all evidence of our new grave but just in case I relocated the chairs and the metal fire pit from the deck to set on top, giving the bare ground beneath an alibi.

On my third trip to the truck, I retrieved my bag. It was time to say goodbye to Johnny Stevens for good. Emery still sat on the couch hugging her knees when I walked into the cabin. I dropped my bag beside her but she didn’t react. “I need a shower,” I remarked to get her attention, although if she’d looked at me, she would had seen I was sopping wet and splattered with mud. She pointed to the bedroom with the full bath. I went straight there and pulled off my boots, they were mine. I peeled off my other clothes, Johnny’s clothes, wrung them out and dried myself with the plush sea foam green towel, hanging beside me and wrapped it around my waist. My real clothes were in my bag, and I needed to burn Johnny’s.

Walking back to the living room, I knew I’d seen a fireplace. Emptying my bag beside Emery, I asked, “Where’s your purse.” Emery pointed to the coffee table, and I dug through it until I found her driver’s license, credit cards, checks and blood donor card. Behind her insurance card lied a picture of her with a man slightly resembling the man in the ground. It was further evidence Emery might have been telling me the truth all this time. But something was off; there was something she just wasn’t telling me. Studying the picture, she was smiling, almost looking like a different person. Crumbling all the evidence, papers tracking Amun and documents I used to fake Johnny’s identity, I wadded up the photo with the rest of her identifying documents. Strolling over to the big stone mantle, I moved the screen and tossed them onto the grate. Squatting down, I piled the wood on top. I was thankful Don had kept some inside and flicked my lighter open to set the incriminating kindling ablaze. Next, I piled Johnny’s clothes to the sides, they’d dry out and then I’d toss them on. Back in the bedroom, I searched in the closet for something for Emery to change into and draped a pair of jeans and random shirt over my arm. I showed the clean clothes to her, thinking it would please her. “Care to join me? I could use my back washed.”