BULL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 6) (54 page)

Chapter 4

It had all been different when she first arrived. Robert still remembered that day. He had driven back with her holding on for dear life the whole way. As soon as he got back, he set to adding the tanker to his fortifications. After lining it up, he jumped down from the cab to see what adjustments needed to be made. At the same time, he saw that Britney had climbed along the top of the truck.

She had no idea what distance they had covered, but the journey had been a full day. Britney was relieved he had stopped after the first four hours, which gave her time to climb the ladder and hold tight to the top of the truck for the remaining four-hour drive to his compound. It was secure, flatter and a lot less strain on her muscles. Now as she finally came out of hiding, her legs and arms trembled as she lowered herself down each rung of the ladder.

Coming out from behind the truck, she saw Robert checking that the front of the new truck was pressed up against the rear of the truck in front.

“I'm not dangerous and I'm not one of them,” she greeted.

“Oh, you decided to come down. Good. I wasn’t sure you would be able to hang on the whole way, but you did a mighty fine job.” He went back to aligning the truck. He had been raised with good manners and taught to treat women with respect, but times were different now. Still, this girl did not set off his alarms. He'd seen women with guns and vulgar language ransacking the supermarket and even looting the service station. She was not one of those woman.

Slowly, he walked toward her.

“You knew I was up there! Well why didn’t you stop and let me sit inside! That was eight hours…I could have been killed!”

“Well, maybe I wanted to be sure you were a survivor.”

She just looked at him, holding her ground and unsure of what to say next.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly can I do for you, miss?”

“I've seen you at the service station the last few days. We were there when it happened. I mean we were staying there. People came and went, and when my brother tried to defend our position, maintain what few supplies we had...well, almost everyone got violent.”

Britney sensed that Robert was listening keenly to her. She kept talking calmly and clearly.

“We watched you, and well, we can’t stay there forever, and you seemed somehow, nice, or maybe strong. We don’t know where to go and so, well… I thought you might help us.”

By the age of fifty-two, Robert considered himself someone who got an accurate picture of a person from first impressions. The girl wasn't a liar.

“Why didn't you approach me at the service station? It's an eight-hour drive here.”

“My brother and I couldn't agree on whether or not to ask you for help. You look like a good man to me,” Britney said it aloud and prayed her assessment of Robert was right. “Rather than argue with my brother, I hitched a ride so he couldn't stop me.”

“That brave,” drawled Robert, “and kind of stupid.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” admitted Britney, shrugging.

Robert smiled. The folly of youth. She was young, perhaps even younger than his youngest son. She was sweet and open and honest.

“So, like I said, what exactly do you want from me?”

“I hadn't really thought that far ahead.”

“You want to come in for something to eat and drink? You must be shattered after riding on the top of the truck for eight hours.”

“I can trust you?”

“It's a bit late to worry about that,” laughed Robert.

Britney had a healthy appetite and was good company. In just a few hours, Robert realized just how much he missed interacting with other people. His house was huge and even if his son did arrive, the size of the house would comfortably accommodate Britney's small family of three. She had finally told him of her grandma as well.

Plus, with another man to help out, Robert could reduce the number of trips remaining to collect the final two trucks to close off the farmland area. He’d scouted the remaining vehicles on the motorcycle so he knew what needed to be obtained, and from where.

Arrangements made, they left early the next morning to ensure they were at the service station by dusk to drive back through the night.

Britney ran to Liam upon arrival. With pallid skin and raspy breathing, he reined in his usually sharp tongue and permitted a minor display of gruff affection toward her.

“Thought I'd lost you,” he said. “I was going to be super pissed if your grandmother was my first meal as a zombie.”

“You don't know if you'll turn,” encouraged Britney. “You've lasted this long, and your body is fighting the infection. We really don’t know how this whole zombie thing works anyhow. Maybe you’ll get better. Stay strong, and your next meal will be meat and fresh vegetables like I was treated to last night.”

“Doesn't matter. I've got a three-course meal waiting for me when I zombify now that you've recruited this old dude.”

“He's not that old. He's mum and dad's age.”

“And look how they fared,” sneered Liam. “Maybe it was crazy of them to end it the way they did, but at least we know what happened. Your crazy mother convinced my dad to blow his brains out.”

“Probably,” agreed Britney placidly, “but I'm here, and I'm telling you to fight. I'm not her.”

“No. You're not,” said Liam quietly, kissing Britney’s forehead.

“Can you drive a truck back to my land?” asked Robert after being introduced to Britney's brother.

Britney caught Liam's eye. “He doesn’t have a license,” she answered on his behalf. “I do, though. I'll drive it and Liam can keep me company.”

“Sounds good,” agreed Liam gratefully.

It didn't sound as good to Robert. Britney was preferable company to the ninety-two year old woman who seemed to think her husband was away at war fighting the Japanese. She'd spent her time lambasting him for not joining up and evading being drafted. Eight hours of her incessant babble would have him wishing he were a zombie too.

And he had to admit that he even though Britney could have easily been his daughter, it was hard not to look at her and think some pretty impure thoughts.

It wasn't until they reached the ranch that Robert realized Liam was ill. He apologized profusely to the youth. It was at that point that he realized why Liam hadn't been able to drive and why Britney had been so solicitous of his condition. What he didn't know was the nature of Liam's illness. The kid remained alive for only forty-eight hours before the night Robert heard him weeping and wailing. Britney had been caring for him herself, saying she did not want Robert to be bothered by the situation.

Robert entered the bedroom to see a near skeletal version of the boy he'd taken in. His skin was a dark green color, similar to seaweed.

“It's going to happen, it's going to happen,” he was mumbling over and over as Britney comforted him.

“He's been bit?”

Liam nodded and Britney cried. She cried for her brother, and she cried for omitting the truth from Robert who'd opened his home to them.

Robert beckoned Britney out of the bedroom as he went to get his 45-caliber.

“He has to go. He's a danger to me and your gran and you. I’ll do it tonight when he is asleep, if he doesn’t turn sooner.”

Britney had refused point blank. She begged and pleaded and finally convinced Robert that Liam could serve as a means of protecting the ranch from other zombies. She was so adamant with the plan that they'd finally gone out and collected more zombies to tether to the ground at random spots around the outskirts of the perimeter to the property. If you were careful and dealt with them one at a time, it was safe enough to handle the dead.

In the end, they'd compromised and Liam had been placed in the barn until he turned fully. His mind was already gone and so they had attached the rope to his leg so they lead him outside to spend eternity guarding their property when the time came. It was a sad day. It was even harder because Britney's grandmother was just as gone in her own world, so Brittany was left to grieve without any family.

He could hardly blame her for being upset. She had no one left from her old life. He knew what that was like. He had been lonely and by himself for a long time before she showed up, and now it was just the two of them. Sure, her grandma was still alive, but in some ways she was like a zombie herself. This hardly seemed the time, but for some reason, he suddenly felt free to see her as a sexual being. With her brother around, Robert had still felt governed by the old ways. It would have felt weird coming onto a girl like her with her brother right there, seeing the whole thing. But now that he was gone, he realized it was just the two of them and that all the old societal norms were gone. It was almost like they were back two hundred years when marriages of convenience were the norm. He also had to admit, now that he really let himself look, she was hot as hell.

He had heard that in times of death, people were inclined to have sex to celebrate the fact they were still alive. He felt a little ashamed to be thinking along these lines now, but he was a man, after all. He couldn’t help it.

But then he vividly remembered his wife's funeral and suddenly the last thing on his mind was sex. The grief had been overwhelming. Britney appeared awash with the same remorse and pain that Robert felt back then with his wife, and maybe that was why he felt obligated to stay by her side. Maybe somehow by helping her through this time, he was able to heal his own heart. So, for whatever reason, he sat with her as the hours passed. It was somewhere in that time, during the few days that it took her to let go of her brother, that Robert realized his love for her.

Chapter 5

Britney knew what she wanted and what she had to do. Robert wasn't going to take the initiative. He was too much of a gentleman. It was obvious from the way he looked at her, and all the little kindnesses he showered on her, that he cared for her in more than a passing fashion. They had become steadily closer since her step-brother turned, but they still had maintained the old relationship. She had actually tried to snuggle up to him on a few occasions, but he pretended to not notice. But she could see that his resolve was breaking. There was still a little distance between them, but it was the barest separation. She knew that it would not take much from her to break through his stoic demeanor and get him to comfort her in the way she really needed to be comforted at this point. She just hoped he could let go of all those ideas about appropriateness and the age gap. Who really cared now? They were probably the only ones alive for one hundred miles in all directions. Times had changed, and besides, she really needed to get laid.

As she lay snuggled in his arms, Britney pressed her face into his chest. She let her fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt. At first Robert thought it was nothing more than a subconscious fidgeting on her part, but her deft, delicate fingers popped open each button to reveal his solid, hairy chest. He could feel the pace of his heartbeat increase and hoped the thumping in his chest wasn't too obvious to her.

Britney could hear his breathing becoming more rapid. Rather than stroke his masculine chest, her hand went straight to the instrument she was after. She smoothed her hand firmly over the crotch of his jeans. Robert was already getting hard as she rubbed her breasts against him. As the palm of her hand rubbed over his hardening cock, he could feel himself growing and straining against his zipper. Britney stroked firmly and gripped the outline of his hard on.

Aware she'd just lost her step-brother, Robert was wary of her vulnerable emotional state, despite how desperately he wanted to have sex with her. Britney, on the other hand, was determined to have this silver-haired fox. Twisting her head so that she could cast her eyes downward to his groin, Britney undid the belt buckle of his jeans. Robert inhaled deeply and held his breath as he watched her pull the leather belt apart. She was on a mission. As soon as the belt was open, her hand freed the button and tugged the zipper down. Robert wanted to groan with relief. The full length of his erection was finally able to spring free from his snug jeans.

It had been years since he'd been touched by a woman. There hadn't been anyone since the death of his wife five years earlier and even then in the last year of their marriage she'd been too ill for sex. Britney was barely legal and seemed enthralled by his engorged prick. Of course the whole concept of “legal” was quickly fading into memory. He was momentarily embarrassed by his tighty whities, thinking them an unfashionable, unflattering sign of his age. Britney did not even notice as she was fascinated by how thick and long his cock was. Pressing her hand to his erection, she could feel the blood pumping through it as she traced its shape through his underpants.

Slithering down the bed, Britney stopped near his crotch. Robert closed his eyes, letting her take the lead. Britney pressed her face against his briefs and inhaled deeply. The scent of the clean underpants with the musk of masculinity was going to make this an enjoyable experience. She could feel his pulsating prick as it pressed against her cheek. Instinctively, she peeled down the elastic of his pants to give herself the full visual of his middle-aged hard-on.

She was shocked by the size of it. With little experience in sex, she wasn't exactly sure how she'd cope with the fat nine inches. Britney knew in order to secure a permanent place in Robert's heart and his home, she was going to have to go the distance. She actually wanted to anyhow. She had grown to appreciate his rugged strength and underlying gentle nature.

She'd never had a man's cock in her mouth before. Tentatively, Britney let her tongue flick over the slit in Robert's helmet. She caught the glossy drip of pre-cum and was surprised by how sweet the taste of the transparent liquid was. Without thinking, her mouth widened to imbibe the head of his dick to suck hard for more nectar. Robert flinched at how forceful her mouth was with its suction. Finally letting his eyes lower, he took in the blonde hair tousled by his crotch as the youth began to examine her first cock close up.

Releasing the top of the rod from her mouth, Britney was able to see how strong and proud the erection was. Moved purely by instinct and desire, she began to let her tongue lick the underside of the shaft from base to tip. She licked all around the rod. Satisfied that he was naturally lubed, Britney gripped the prick firmly. Her cherry colored lips parted. Hungry for more, she shoved her tongue into the slit and delved deep. Robert groaned aloud as she began to slip him in her mouth. It wasn't until she began easing his length in inch by inch that Robert started dripping again. He was so thick, Britney struggled to take him in, but she liked the feel of him filling her mouth – then filling her throat. Her head began to bob as she sucked and let her tongue swirl around the dick embedded in her mouth. Robert jerked his hips, wanting to go deeper. Unfamiliar with the action and frightened by the sheer size of him, Britney gagged and dislodged him, tears streamed down her face from the sudden invasion of his prick. Frightened she may have upset him, Britney set about licking his balls. She lapped at them like a thirsty dog, her tongue slapping against them. Britney had always thought it was such a sensitive area of a male that it was best avoided, but she took them in her mouth.               For Robert the warm, wet sensation of her mouth taking in his balls was exquisite. Her mouth was full and as she almost swallowed them down, the sensation teetered on the line separating pain from pleasure. Robert let her continue massaging his balls with her mouth and let his hand roam to his cock to work it at the same time.

Frightened he'd peak before he fucked her, Britney stopped and slithered back up. As she straddled him, her hands ran over his chest. She could feel his cock nestled between her legs. Raising her arms, she removed the tight tank top she'd been wearing.

Robert's eyes widened at the fact that her young breasts were firm and pert and didn't require a bra. He wanted to be gentle, but lust was beginning to consume him. The sight of her nipples hardening in the cool air of the bedroom was too much. He could no longer deny himself the pleasure of her small, apple-sized breasts. He reached out and cupped her right breast. It fit his hand perfectly. He squeezed it and watched Britney squirm in pleasure. Taking the apricot colored nipple between his finger and thumb, he pinched it and was thrilled when Britney whimpered.

Assured that sex was exactly what the eighteen year old wanted, Robert unleashed his carnal urges. He straightened up to a sitting position, allowing his mouth to locate her other nipple and suckle it. His arms tightened around her slight figure. Britney pushed his shirt off him and clung tight to his naked torso as he continued feeding on one breast while caressing the other. She tipped her head back and began to moan. Robert released her tit and ran a trail of kisses between her cleavage and up her slender neck until he found her mouth. The second their lips melded, he realized he'd found a state of pure bliss.

His tongue pressed into her mouth, exploring deeply. Britney let him discover her mouth and was surprised to feel a burst of wetness from between her legs in excitement as to what was going to happen next.

Robert grabbed her wrists, and in a swift movement, twisted his body so that Britney was now pinned beneath his. Her arms were raised above her head as he held both wrists with one hand. His free hand fumbled around down south as he tried to incline her to spread her legs. Eventually he was able to place himself between her thighs. Unable to pace himself, Robert ground himself against her. The dry humping quickly had Britney soaking wet and wanting the real thing.

With their mutual frustration at a peak, Robert released her from his grip. His hands went to her knees to raise them. Her cotton shorts were a pastel pink and Robert's keen eye could see the material around her pussy was darker in color. He pulled at her shorts as Britney struggled out of them. He shoved his mouth to the wetness of her panties. She could feel his hot breath right through the cotton of her panties. He snuffled round, enjoying the taste and smell of her soaking briefs. His teeth were latching onto the elastic of the inner leg of her underwear, and he tore them down. The vision of her glistening cunt forced Robert to dive straight in. His tongue plowed into her slit as his nose rubbed against her slippery clit.

Britney had never had a man pay oral attention to her pussy and she writhed in ecstasy. Robert flattened his tongue and took long licks from her slit to her clit. Roughly his arms reached around her legs to pull her firmly down on his face. A cry escaped from her as Robert's long tongue pushed into the entrance of her cunt. He couldn't remember the last time he'd so enjoyed tasting pussy, but Britney was divine. He tongue fucked her, pushing his tongue in as deep as it could go and then withdrawing it.

Remembering her age and potential lack of experience, Robert slowed his tongue and stopped piercing her slit and instead let his tongue tease her engorged bud. He brushed over her clit and circled around it, taking time to enjoy Britney's body responding to him. Clamping his teeth onto her clit, he sucked hard until she was thrashing in the bed, screaming in the throes of orgasm. As she peaked, he shoved three fingers straight into her cunt. Turning and twisting his wrist as he finger fucked her prolonged the orgasm until Britney was begging for mercy.

Robert was content that she'd leave his bed wanting more, but was determined to find his own climax. Licking the fingers that were covered in her pussy juice, he knew that her swollen plump lips were a sign that her pussy was ready for more. More animal than man, he bit the plump pussy lips to give the girl an additional frisson of excitement.

Kneeling up, he dragged Britney toward him; placing her legs over his shoulders. The position gave him a good view of her slit and he planted the head of his manhood straight in. Britney squealed as her entrance was forced to expand to accommodate Robert's girth. Rather than ravish the girl, he allowed her a minute or two to get used to his thick dick. Very slowly, he worked his way inch by inch until his entire length was inside her. She wriggled and squirmed on his dick. He stopped himself from slamming into her. Frightening her with a massive cock would only make this a one-time occurrence, and Robert was awakening to the fact that he wanted,
needed
, more sex in his life.

When she'd finally settled, he began sliding in and out of her slowly. She gasped with each insertion and looked relieved as he rocked back and shallowed the penetration a bit. She was tight round his cock. Almost too tight. That heightened the joy he was deriving from fucking the eighteen-year-old cunt. Soon he increased the pace. Britney's face contorted with the effort of keeping up with the speedy, sensual glide.

He stopped close to the brink and took her legs from his shoulders. Taking an ankle in each hand he spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips were angry and red from the intercourse. Robert pulled his dick out completely and waited until Britney's breathing subsided.

As she smiled up at him, he plunged the full nine inches straight back into her tight pussy. Her eyes widened in surprise. Keeping her legs wide, Robert jerked his hips hard. He was thrusting into her fast and furiously.

“Touch yourself,” he requested.

Britney shook her head as she jiggled on the bed as a result of the pounding.

“Touch yourself,” he asserted more gruffly.

Britney's hand glided down her tanned, toned stomach and found her nub. She let her middle finger circle it. The vivid image had Robert slamming into her harder and harder. At the right time, he lowered his face and his lips caught hers in a kiss. Relieved at the more conventional missionary style, Britney wrapped her legs tightly around Robert as he grinded deeper into her. It felt as though her cunt was expanding, and as his body began shuddering and his moans increased, Britney knew he'd finally reached his climax. Robert felt his cum fill her up. He'd off-loaded a significant amount inside her. He was still reasonably hard so he left his cock in her as he held her tight. As he finally went soft, he rolled over to one side.

Britney could feel the wet, hot, sticky cum seeping from her pussy. It was between her thighs. She reveled in the feel of it in her body. In theory once was enough, but to keep Robert sweet, she was going to have to commit fully to being his partner. It was a commitment she was prepared to make.