Beneath His Ink (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 3) (3 page)

“Really? Was it about men trying to open small bottles and the smart ass companions that have helpful suggestions?”

“No, that’s not what the article was about. It was actually about how people could use conditioner as an anal lubricant.” She tried to turn a little more to see the expression on his face, but the way he’d moved, she couldn’t see him unless she turned all the way around.

“Well that was motivating,” he chuckled as he tossed the cap outside the tub.

“It’s amazing what people will do when they have the right information that stimulates certain desires.” She stopped trying to see his face and turned toward the water stream.

“To be clear,” he said as he squeezed the conditioner into his hand. She could hear the noise the bottle made as he pushed the substance into his hand. “You are saying that you would like to try your hand at anal sex this go round.”

“Why do you always have to pin me down to an answer? Can’t you just go with it?” She didn’t know why, but she was slightly embarrassed having this conversation.

He turned her around to face him with the hand that held the hair conditioner, but he kept it closed so he didn’t lose any of the precious fluid he’d gotten from the small bottle.

“I’m not trying to make you nervous. I just want to make sure that this is what you had in mind when you thought to tell me about an article you read. Would l love to slip my cock into your hot ass? Yes, but I want to make sure that’s what you wanted as well. It’s an acquired desire, and I’m revved up. I need to know how to proceed.”

She could only nod as she was a bit shocked at the thoughtfulness of his conversation. Not that she didn’t think he would be like that, because she wouldn’t have offered something she had only thought about before but never tried.

“I’ve never tried it before with a real cock, but I have toys.” She was happy she had to be already pink from the heat of the shower and the touch of his hands because she knew she would be beet red if none of the other things were in place.

The groan he released filled the shower and made her hotter than the steam that surrounded them. She almost grabbed him and told him to forget it. Aroused wasn’t the word for what she was; she was way past that.

“I’ll go slow then, and I’ll make sure you love it.” He brought his lips down to hers and tasted her lips like she was a delicacy that he didn’t get very often. When he deepened the kiss, he put his hands in her hair. The way he was stroking his fingers made her believe that he was still taking care of her by making sure her hair was conditioned. She didn’t want him to do that though, because she wanted him to be as wild as she was.

Grabbing on to both sides of his face, she tried to control the kiss the way she wanted it, and he moved from tasting and sipping to devouring her mouth. Yes… that is what she wanted.

He broke away from her kiss, and the fact that a kiss had him breathing a bit more harshly made her more excited than she already was. When he turned her to face the shower head again, he moved both of them away from the water, and she put her foot on the rim of the tub to give him better access to work. She may have jutted out her ass and leaned over just a little to help him out.

“Someone’s eager,” he purred, and she just wanted him to fuck her.

Ella could only nod. Ready didn’t even describe what she was feeling right now. From the relief that she may still be able to get her life back on track to the growing desire she had to be with the complex man who stood behind her, she was pent up with all kinds of different emotions. He’d had the condom on the ledge where he’d placed the conditioner, and from the noise behind her, he was getting himself prepared to take care of both of them.

He picked up the conditioner and squeezed to get the rest of the thick, fragrant substance out of the bottle. Rubbing his fingers gently on her puckered back door, it was hard not to grind herself against the hand that was attempting to get her ready.

Tyson was busy with his other hand as well. The man seemed to be everywhere as he plucked her nipples, slid down to her pussy and then returned his hand to her chin. When he put her in just the correct position, he kissed her hard like he was continuing the kiss he’d stopped a few minutes ago. There was no build up and no tentative tastes because he kissed her like he needed something vital from her.

“Mmmm… I think you’re ready.” He let go of her chin and assumed the position behind her, and she hoped he was done playing.

Rubbing her clit with his firm slippery fingers was almost distracting, but she was happy to finally feel him push the fat head of his cock against her tight puckered hole. She’d played with this area before but had never had anal sex. It was exciting, exhilarating, and almost freeing. Ella wasn’t quite sure what the next few days would hold, but she wanted to do something different, and this was definitely different.

CHAPTER THREE

Ella was going to kill him. Just pushing himself against the tight ring of her anus was making him sweat a little, but he could tell that this was something she really wanted. He wasn’t sure if his big cock and her small hole would be a good match, but as long as she was panting and pushing her hips back to get more he’d keep going.

“Bear down,” he told her softly. Tyson was glad that his voice didn’t sound like he felt because he may have scared her with the strength of his passion. She did what he’d asked, and he slid in slowly. The head of his cock had just breeched her inner sphincter when he realized he probably should have gotten one off before this because the way she was surrounding him with her firm grip and warmth, it was going to make this a very short experience as it was hard to just push in to let the rest of his cock join the party, but he’d hurt himself before he hurt her.

“More, Tyson.” Ella moaning wasn’t going to help his situation, but he figured he’d concentrate on getting her off first and then he’d get to himself.

He’d was trying to go a bit more slowly, but she was like a bucking bronco on his cock and every time she flailed about wildly trying to either get more of his fingers on her clit or his dick in her ass, it drove him a little more out of control. He loved when she wanted to get fucked; it just did something to him. It was like it called out to some kindred spirit they shared. Bringing one of his hands up her body, he stroked her stomach and her breasts and then brought his hand to her neck to settle her down and get her ready for the thrusts she was asking for.

She was still panting, and he could feel her heart beat strong and fast as he held her in place by her neck. He pushed in until she gasped and then he pulled back starting a slow but deep rhythm. In and out… in and out; he tried to concentrate on her pleasure alone, but her asshole was clenching with every push of his cock and every glide of his fingers over the bundle of nerves he was worrying with his fingers. Latching on to his wrist, she tried to make him go faster as her ass squeezed around his cock in irregular and choppy intervals.

Suddenly it was too much and he couldn’t hold back anymore; if she was going to come with him the time would have to be now. Inserting two of his fingers into her pussy, he slid into her wetness and felt her clench hard around them. He’d wanted to fuck her slowly with them but she continued to hold on to his wrist and manipulated how much she wanted and how fast. Her grunts and groans made him think of an animal in the wilderness and damned if that didn’t make this just that much sexier.

His balls were drawn up so tight he wondered if they’d be able to let his damn spunk go, but when she came around his fingers with waves of her squeezing and releasing around his cock he was done. The shout that bellowed out of his mouth would have been funny if he’d have heard it from someone else, but that orgasm was raw and deep, and he swore he was seeing stars.

He let go of her throat and pulled himself out of her ass. Regular sex he’d have been able to handle standing up, but he should have thought about this whole anal sex thing. That much passion mixed with the heat of the shower… it was a wonder that they didn’t pass out. If he’d have known she was that tight, he may have done this for round two… on a bed… so if he came so hard he blacked out, he would look like he just went to sleep. He was spent. Was it the decision to turn around? The fear he saw in Ella’s eyes when she was just thinking, or was it busting a nut this hard in a warm shower? Whatever it was, he was tired.

He turned her so he could wash the conditioner out of her hair, and he watched as she cleaned up a bit from their dirty fun in the shower. She got out of the tub to get a towel, and he grabbed the soap for a quick wash up.

“You know I didn’t get a turn to wash your body,” she said sounding like she was sad she missed that opportunity.

“I know. Don’t worry there will be other times.” Tyson didn’t like the worry that crossed her face as she looked like she wanted to deny that, but she gave a small watery smile and closed the glass door of the shower. He hoped he hadn’t lied to her when he said that because there was nothing more he wanted than for that to be the first of many new experiences they gave each other.

He would find one of the best sexual partners— hell the best all-around partner when he was knee deep in shit—and then there would be a question if they would be able to stay together. It wasn’t even the regular shit he normally found himself in, but some of the deepest he’d been in during his adult life. He would try not to worry about that and try to pay attention to what was going on. It was all he had so he’d better enjoy it.

Done with his shower in a few minutes, he turned off the lukewarm water and wondered if he and Ella had used up all the hot water from this joint. It wasn’t the best hotel he’d ever been in, but it was far from the worst; he was just happy that there had been a motel close by when he made his announcement because he and Ella both seemed to have needed this time together.

She was lying in bed when he walked out into the living space of the motel, and although she looked satisfied, he knew she was thinking of how things were going to go.

“That was awesome, Tyson. Thanks for making my first anal hot as hell.”

Tyson had to laugh even though he felt like he could fall asleep right where he stood. “You are so very welcome. Anytime you need anything like that you know who to call.”

“If you’re available…” she trailed off, and the sadness she was trying to hide came at him full force.

“Don’t waste time worrying about something that hasn’t happened yet. Okay?” He watched her nod at him, and that was all he was going to be able to say about this situation. “We need to get some rest because I want to get on the road early in the morning, and it’s late now.”

She lifted the blankets and patted the space beside her, and he went over to turn off the lamp before he climbed into bed with her. He was going to offer a few jokes to get her mind of the seriousness of their situation, but was fighting sleep within seconds of gathering her to him.

***

The day started off beautifully; it was crisp and fresh, and he was hoping that the two days they had driven nonstop would be beneficial because he didn’t know how he was going to explain why he was MIA for 4 days. The last two days he’d tried to be as honest with Ella as he could about what he was going to say and how he was going to try to get out of this, but he could see her spirit sinking the closer they got to the city they’d left.

“You’re just going to leave me here?” Ella looked at the luxury apartment that was rented by the month, and he knew she’d be pissed if she knew how she looked. Sad, abandoned and needy. She thought all of those things were weaknesses, but he knew that even though she looked like that now, she was very competent and strong.

“This is a great apartment, and I know that they have a few rentals. It’s a great neighborhood, and you have a pocket full of cash… actually a bag full of cash, so you’ll be fine.” He would feel so much better if she was okay with this, but in the back of his mind he knew she wouldn’t be. Hell he wouldn’t be either if the shoe was on the other foot.

She kept her gaze on the outside of the car, and he could only see the side and back of her head. “You think this will be the last time I’ll ever see you?”

“I don’t really know. That is not what I hope, but I have to get this cleared up. I don’t have anything close to a perfect past, and I ran like a little bitch so I don’t know what they will do to me. The one thing I do know is I don’t want you to get caught up in this shit.”

“I appreciate that, but I really want to come with you.” She turned her sad eyes toward him, and he had to steel himself. He was doing this for both of them, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. She wouldn’t believe it, and the more rope he gave her the more she’d have to tie him up with.

He didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make her feel worse than she was feeling, so he just kept his mouth shut.

“It probably wouldn’t help that you had a convicted criminal with you,” she said as she looked away from him, and he wished she hadn’t. Letting her feel like she was some sort of hindrance was worse than not saying anything at all.

“I wouldn’t be bringing you with me to the police station if you were a nun that had been wearing the habit since she was in her teens. You should be safe and comfortable in your own home. I will do whatever I can to get back to you, and it’s always good knowing I have a home base.”

“I’m happy to be home base for you, but it’s going to drive me crazy not knowing what’s going on.”

“I understand that, and know that I will try to give you a call and tell you what’s going on. You may learn a bit more from the news. I don’t want to make any promises I’m not sure I can keep. I’ve done a lot of that in my life to a lot of people, but I don’t want to do that to you.”

She gave him a quick kiss that was sloppy and sweet before she smiled at him and got out of the car. He wanted to wait and make sure she got a place of residence, but since they were in a town where he could be recognized easily— since he was still plastered all over the news, just in shorter segments— he didn’t want to hang around too long. Ella had her small bag in her hand, and she waved before she entered the housing office.

What he should have done was sped off to get this taken care of, but instead he drove off a little ways so he could make sure she’d gotten a place to stay. He’d have left the car too, but it was tied to him and his shenanigans, so he thought it would be better to take it with him. His phone buzzed and he looked down at the message.

Ella: I’m in house number 8. Feel free to come home when you ca
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He loved that she was optimistic, but he didn’t think he’d be looking at the inside of that apartment for a good long while. He made a mental note of the apartment, erased all the messages in his phone, and changed her name to Grandma so her name wouldn’t be on her phone.

Parking around the corner from the police station, he walked to the front entrance without anybody paying him much attention, and that was fine with him.

He walked up to the police officer at the podium and waited in line to speak to him.

“Next.” The officer looked like it was either close to the end of his shift or he was just over all the bull shit already.

“My name is Tyson Adler, and I’m turning myself in.”

The officer’s eyes widened, and he looked him up and down like he was trying to get a handle on a threatening situation. Tyson put his hands up and waited as the other officers came at him with cuffs and he found himself Mirandized, frisked, and handcuffed with his hands behind his back and being led to sit in a small room that held a table, two chairs, and a mirror that covered up most of the wall he was facing.

He’d watched enough television to know that there was probably someone sitting behind the mirror watching and evaluating his every move. Not that he could do anything but sit in the room he was sure was locked behind him, but at least they removed the hand cuffs. It seemed like forever when the door finally opened, and two detectives walked in with papers in their hands and grim faces. He knew what they thought he’d done, and he didn’t blame them for the looks on their face.

When they’d gotten themselves all situated, the tall, stocky one with the suit that didn’t fit quite right started the conversation.

“I’m Detective Johnson, and this is my partner Detective McCullough. Since you walked in here on your own steam, after 4 days of an almost door to door search, I’m assuming that you know what we want to talk to you about.”

Detective McCullough must have been the observant one while Johnson seemed to be the mouth.

“I walked in here to clear my name, but I did run after I saw what had been done to Bruce in my apartment. I haven’t had the cleanest past, but I’ve never done anything violent, and that was one of the most violent things I’ve ever witnessed.”

“So you’re admitting that you were there?” Det. McCullough leaned toward him like he was gathering clues. Tyson hoped that he’d be able to get somewhere with these two because it looked and sounded like they thought they had all the answers and wanted to put him away.

“Yes. I was there, but not because I was living there. I was supposed to meet Bruce there.”