Softail Curves III (9 page)

“You don’t have to say it.
Besides, were all lucky to have you,” Dutch said. I smiled at that.

“Besides, if you weren’t such a
wimp we’d probably all be in jail right now,” Sheila said.

“Shut up, red, before I kick your ass,” I shot back and she winked at me.

“Promise?” Sheila replied. I reached over and spanked her. “There, that’s how bikers are supposed to act in public,” she proclaimed. We all laughed as we approached the bikes. We mounted up and headed back to town. That night was pretty tame, a few beers, Mexican food and then some more cocktails in the hot tub at the motel. The next day we began the ride home. A few days later, I lay next to Dutch in bed. I swear I could still feel the rumble of my bike even though we’d been home for hours.

“That was fun, but I’m glad were back home,” I said.

“Me too,” Dutch replied, not saying much as usual.

“I love you, daddy,” I said as I rolled into his arms.
Dutch squeezed me tight.

“I love you too, was all he said.
That’s all I need to hear, but Dutch had more. “Remember what you said up at Mount Rushmore?” he asked and I told him I did. “Well, you got it backwards. Thank you for accepting me. I never thought I’d find a girl like you. You love me for who I am and I really appreciate that. You’re everything to me, Shauna.”

“We’
re both really lucky, then,” I replied. He’d never said that before. Not quite like that. Dutch was a man of few words, a biker through and through. I had learned to accept his quiet manner but every once in a while he surprised me and spilled his guts. He wasn’t the man he appeared to be. I guess I knew it all along. Meeting Dutch and falling in love with him had been quite the adventure. Being his wife was turning out to be one too. I hoped we’d have a lifetime of adventures, exhilarating and scary adventures. I had no doubt we would.

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“What are you doing?” I asked overwhelmed by his sudden advance and not quite believing what he was doing.

“You’re not a virgin are you?” he asked, playfully I think.

“Why are you doing this? I’m not you’re type,” I insisted. Cody moved from his knees and sat in front of me.

“I already told you. You’re sexy. I love your chocolate skin, your soft curves. I can tell you think I’m nuts. I don’t care. I want you. I want to make you scream, Nina,” he said and his hand worked its way down the front of my panties. I gasped as Cody brushed my straightened, black hair away from my face and began kissing my neck. His middle finger found my clit. He began rubbing my hard nub slowly as I closed my eyes and gave in. What else could I do?

Cody kissed his way south as his fingers worked magic between my thighs. His free hand effortlessly undid the hooks that held my bra and my breasts spilled from it. I was fully in the moment and I slipped the bra down my arms and tossed it aside. Cody bent lower, lifted my heavy breast to his mouth and began nursing at my nipple. Inside, I felt a climax build slowly as his fingers teased my hot, little button. I didn’t want to be anywhere but right there suddenly.

I panted and moaned as I reached the peak and tumbled over. Warm, deliciousness spread to every corner of my body. Cody’s lips found mine as his free hand mauled my pendulous breasts. He kissed me and his fingers began to work faster and firmer in my panties. As the first orgasm faded, the next hit me. It washed over me and for a moment, I couldn’t find my breath. Cody kissed my cheek and then sucked my earlobe after he pushed my hair out of the way again.

“Scream for me, Nina,” he said and suddenly the pleasure was too much. I did as he wanted but not because he told me too. I couldn’t help myself as the intense spasms tore through me. “Cody!” I shouted as his lips found mine again and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I eagerly sucked his tongue until I could no longer manage as a third wild climax left me screaming and shaking. I worked my hips trying to get even more of what Cody was giving. As the pleasure subsided, Cody’s hands teased my soft folds as he kissed me.

“Fucking sweet!” he whispered as he brushed my neck with his lips and played with my breasts. My senses came back to me and I wasn’t really sure why I let him do that. It felt fantastic, but I’d just met him a couple of hours before. Maybe this is how things happened in California.

“My Goodness. I knew you were trouble and I was right,” I said. Cody smiled, a cocky, self-assured smile that made me want to let him do so much more.

About the Author

D. H. Cameron enjoys writing stories with a heart and a little, or a lot, of erotic sizzle.  Ms. Cameron also writes fantasy under another pen name.  Besides writing, Ms. Cameron enjoys music, specifically hard rock and heavy metal, cooking, clothes and photography.  Ms. Cameron is happily married with two wonderful children.  Home, where Ms. Cameron writes full time, is in Nevada.

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This is a work of fiction intended for mature adults. Names, characters, places and events are purely the imagination of the author. Any
resemblance to actual places, events and/or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.