~Tank~

She’s in my arms, her body draped across mine. I have not slept one bit.

We left the kitchen after the barbeque and came back to my room on the compound. I have one of the duplexes that really is all my own. My roommates are all married, so usually the place is empty except for me. With the charter clubs here, I have a few people staying over, but they don’t care that Sass is in my bed.

Last night was nothing short of incredible. The hellcat likes it rough and everywhere. I lost count of the orgasms between us. Thinking of it, my dick is ready again. I am sure her pussy needs a break, though. Her ass, too.

Reality hits me like a sledge hammer.

I fucked my brother’s daughter. My boss’s daughter. I fucked one of the untouchable two.

Worse, though, I fucked my friend. Never cross that line. There is no going back. I live my life with no regrets, the words tattooed across my lower stomach, reminding me and every female that goes low, there will be no regrets. Only now, I have gone too far. I don’t regret last night—it was the best damn night I have ever shared with someone—but it shouldn’t have happened.

Looking at her red hair lying across my chest, the contrast against the colors of my tattoos, I don’t want to move. I don’t want this to end, but it must.

Each breath she takes tickles my nipple piercing, reminding me of each bite and tug her mouth gave them mere hours ago. How can I go back to the way things were between us? Every time I see her I’m going to want nothing more than to be balls deep once again.

Maybe with enough space, fresh air, and distance everything will go back to normal. Yeah, normal, that’s what I need.

Smacking her ass playfully, I wake her up. Abruptly, I move out from under her, standing by the bed, watching as she takes in her surroundings and remembers last night.

It’s time to make my clean escape. I make my way to my bathroom, calling out over my shoulder to her, “Time to say goodbye. Gather your stuff up. You found your way to my bed, you can find your way out the damn door.”

Kissing Doll was a mistake.  Shaking off the thoughts of her body molding to mine, I focus.  Knowing the fuckers are following us, I’ve got to keep my shit straight.  The downfall to being followed while you’re on a bike, it’s hard to watch the bastards following you without making it obvious.  Bike mirrors are small and full of blind spots anything more than a car length away.  It’s a game of where the hell’s Waldo.  I never have liked games.

Peek-a- mother- fuckin’- boo.  I see you Cadillac SVT.  Same bastards from before, they have no idea who they’re fucking with.  Extending my left arm out straight, palm flat to the ground, I make a slight up and down motion to let Rex know to slow down and back off a little.  Turning my hand, I single three fingers then four.  Throwing my arm up, bending at the elbow to a ninety degree angle while balling my fist, then with my index finger only extending I make a circle motion.  Rex knows in three quarters of a mile, I’ll make a hard right exit, no signal.  He’s to keep going, let the caddy follow me, while he gets Sass to send the text to the boys to circle around, and back my ass up.

Pulling off, sure enough, the car follows.  Hopefully, they took the bait thinking we were riding the two of us and only sent one car to tail.  My boys have been following a half hour or so behind us the entire ride making sure to stay out of sight.  If there are too many of them, we’re fucked.  I’ll do anything before they get Doll though.

We’re on a two lane road that makes a loop.  I feel the vibration of my phone cueing me that Rex and crew are heading to the gas station.  Officially in BFE (Bum Fuck, Egypt) I pull into the seedy gas station.  As soon as Doll realizes Rex doesn’t follow the turn off, she holds on tighter.  I drop my left hand to squeeze her thigh reassuringly.  Hang tight until the cavalry arrives.  None of these fuckers are gonna get to her to use as a pawn in some sick game.  Not one hair on that pretty little head will be touched as long as I’m fucking breathing.

Pulling in, Doll climbs off.  Before I climb off, I grab her hand and swing her to me, snaking my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her in for a kiss.  Raw, rough, and real passion flow freely between us as the kiss becomes a tangle of tongues, lips, and teeth.  When I pull away, her eyes are glassed over in desire.

“Stay close, and follow my lead, Doll.”  I whisper to her before kissing her forehead and releasing her.

Climbing off the bike, I remove my helmet.  Storing both our helmets on the bike, I make a point not to touch any of the saddlebags.  Knowing we’re being watched, I need to make this believable.  They may or may not know the real purposes behind this trip.  If Delatorre hasn’t been taken down yet, they will want Doll to keep him breathing.  If Delatorre has been handled, this could be retaliation.  Either way Doll is their target.  Time to keep up appearances I smile at Doll to ease her fears.

Walking up behind Doll, I wrap my arms loosely around her waist.  Turning her, I keep my body between her and the car.  Dropping my head, I lightly bite at the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet.  She softens beneath me.  Running my nose up her neck as I inhale her scent, reaching her ear, I whisper to her.

“Stay close, do exactly as I say, we’ve been followed.”  She nods her head in agreement. “At the bathroom door, I’m going to kiss you.  When I do, my body will be blocking their vision.  You need to reach in the waist band of my jeans and grab the pistol and tuck it into your jeans.  Then you go in the bathroom and lock yourself inside a stall.  You don’t come out until Sass arrives to get you.  If anyone comes inside that isn’t me, Rex, or Sass, you shoot them.  Hellions cut or not, shoot first ask questions later.  My boys are coming for backup but they won’t come in here to get you, only me, Sass, or Rex.  Got it?”  I say, needing her to understand that these men could kill us and get a Hellions cut so she can only answer for people she can recognize.

Once again she nods.  I feel her shudder beneath me.  I begin pushing us forward, walking behind her, still wrapped around her.  The embrace is close like lovers.  Under other circumstances it would be intimate, but in this moment, it’s about her safety.

At the bathroom door, I lean down and kiss her wrapping my hands around her head.  Adrenaline mixes with an unknown emotion as I sweep my tongue inside her mouth.  I don’t want to ever stop kissing her, but right now I’ve got to get rid of our problem.  I feel the gun being pulled away as she tucks it against her own waist.  When she starts to pull away, I pull her head back to me.  I kiss her with everything I have in me.  If I die right now, I die a happy mother fucker to have shared my last kiss with this woman.  Finally, I pull away.

“Be safe, Doll.  Remember, no one, but me, Sass, or Rex.”  I kiss her forehead as I release her.  Pausing for a moment as I watch her disappear in the restroom, I can hear her lock the bathroom door.

Turning around, I’m greeted by none other than the same fucker from the truck stop.

“Don Juan Mother Fuckin’ Pablo.  What can I do for you Chico?”