TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) (15 page)

As soon as he got out, the answer was obvious. The casing for the car rim had fallen off. Either due to being attached improperly or traveling in the bumpy desert road, it had rolled off a hundred feet off the road.

The solution was simple enough. The young man found a spare tire in the trunk. He reused the casing for the spare in affected tire. After he was satisfied with the repair, Dante went back to the driver’s seat. “The outer casing of the rim fell off. The important parts are still intact.”

Trisha slowly nodded. “Is it safe to drive?”

“Just for this type of tire,” he said, happy that there was less tension between them. “We can get the rental place to reimburse us for loaning us such a shoddy car. Let’s go-“

“Wait, Dante,” Trisha said, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I know what you’re going through is worse than what I’m dealing with.”

He waved off her concerns. “Water under the bridge, Trisha.”

“I just feel like an idiot. I shouldn’t have said anything back there.”

Dante reached out to touch her cheek. “I wouldn’t have fallen for you if kept everything bottled up inside of you.”

“I’ve lived on a farm for most of my life,” she sighed. “I just never knew how dangerous the world can be. A bad day would be locust eating up our sweet corn.”

“Maybe I’m just not the person you think I am,” Dante sighed. “I’m trying to change for my mother, the company, and… for you. But old habits die hard and I slip up. Sometimes, there’s no taming a wild dog. I wish I could be a better person for you-”

Trisha sobbed and thrust her body forward to embrace him. Dante held her tightly in her arms and listened to her cry. “I think I have a better idea of who you are. You’re kind, noble, and hell of a lover. But you’re tough as nails and don’t give your enemies any quarter. You’re kind but anyone that tries to hurt you or your family is fair game. It’s strange, isn’t it?”

Dante nodded as she went back to her seat. “It’s the truth.”

Trisha bit her lip. “What made you like this?”

He looked out the side window. “I might be living in a nice apartment in the city but it wasn’t always like this. You needed to be tough to live in Ironville. The town’s a nice place now but it was like the Old West when I was kid. It didn’t help that the Black Hounds had a lot of enemies. I was a target like anyone else who was related to my father. Hell, one of them even threatened to rape Lucia when she was barely out of grade school. Even as a child, I had to be strong… even ruthless for the sake of my family.”

“I see…”

“I know I can’t change that side of me,” he said, feeling like he was admitting defeat. “That part of me is here to stay. I can understand if you’ve lost your feelings for me. I won’t hate you or blame you for it.”

“I’ll never hate you, Dante.”

His voice was soft as he spoke. “Do you love me, then? Is there still a future for us together?”

Trisha stared at him in disbelief. “Are you crazy?! Of, course I love you. I love you now more than I’ve ever loved you. I’ve seen the real you instead of some act.”

Dante laughed. “Good, Lucia would’ve killed me if we broke up-“

She tagged him on the arm with her fist. “I’m serious! We’ll make it work. Whether it’s a patch of land or a rowdy horse, you just have to give it time and hard work.”

He smiled at that. “Farm girl and biker… we’ll make it work.”

“As a little girl, I always dreamed a knight on shining armor would come to romance me,” Trisha said, blushing at her words. “I guess I never thought my knight would look like you.”

Dante chuckled. “And I didn’t think the beautiful, maiden princess would look like you. Well, the maiden part is up for debate.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, the young woman kissed him sensually on the lips. In the humid interior of the car, it was a sweaty make out session. The biker was reminded of his workout session during a hot summer day. Trisha made kissing seem like an aerobic exercise.

He caught his breath after they broke apart. “Wow.”

The farm girl giggled. “Like I said, I’m a simple country bumpkin.”

He placed a hand on her lap. “In times like these, I could use simple.”

Trisha brushed his hand away and put her own on his crotch. “So could I.”

Trisha wanted to stop and laugh at the slack-jawed look on her lover’s face. However, there were more pressing matters. Namely, his growing erection.

Dante didn’t protest as she unzipped his fly and took his semi-erect cock into her mouth. Unlike their dance from earlier, there was no grace or restraint in this. They were miles away from civilization but neither of them cared. They could do with being uncivilized after days of pretending to be civil.

There was no light but that of the dashboard and incoming sunrise. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Dante tossed his head back and groaned. She had learned his peccadillos over the course of their bedroom encounters.

After a moment of suckling, Trisha took her mouth off of her lover and said. “Let’s go to the backseat.”

Dante didn’t need to be told twice.

The young woman giggled as she saw her lover open the door and enter the backseat. He didn’t bother to even zip up in his mad dash. She met him on the other end of the backseat.

Then, Trisha lied down on her back and grabbed the hem of her dress. It was caked with dirt but the woman was used to it. She pulled it up to her waist and exposed her panties. Reading her mind, Dante pulled them down past her ankles. The silky undergarment tickled her as she felt it slide down her legs.

She watched as the incoming sun illuminated their bodies with a light like golden honey. A shade was cast upon Dante’s face. Yet, she could make out the wild look his beautiful eyes. His irises were clear and determined. “Now be a good dog and eat me out.”

He went to town.

Trisha tossed her head back as her lover tongued her sex. The young woman brushed her cheek against the seat and moaned in approval. She reached down to help him by rubbing her clit. She felt the tension between them evaporate like water under the desert sun. “Oh, God… Dante! Make love to me!”

She began to shift around in the backseat to find the best position to get fucked. Thankfully, the car was spacious and the leather seating afforded some degree of comfort. Trisha spread her legs and lifted her dress over her hips. For good measure, she wiggled her ass in his face to further entice him.

Not needing yet appreciating the gesture, Dante read her mind.

The man positioned himself behind her. He brought a hand to her slit and slipped one finger in. She was wet, warm, and ready for him.

He removed his finger and brought his cock in its place. In one swift thrust, he skewered her sex. The ramming motion pushed her forward and made her breasts sway. Dante grunted in appreciation of her tightness. “Trisha, oh fuck!”

He slammed into her again.

And again.

And again.

In turn, she groaned alongside of him. He was so big and powerful. His thrusts were strong enough to move the make the car wobble. The suspension system would get a workout before all of this was over.

He only stopped, just momentarily, to slip the straps of her dress and free her arms. She felt like an animal that lost her muzzle. As he thrusted into her, the straps bounced against her bare skin.

Trisha had always thought of his body as thought it was a statue from the renaissance.

Soon, her bra followed as he went onto cup her breasts. The hard nipples welcomed his skilled hands. Between the fucking and the groping, Trisha felt taken from all angles.

The young woman turned around to see Dante staring back at her. His eyes were wild and his body was a prisoner to his passion. He kept pumping his prick in and out of her body like clockwork. Eventually, he closed his eyes in absolute concentration.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she chanted, her hips flaring upwards. It just made him thrust back into her even harder. Trisha just wanted him to fuck her without holding back. “Fill me with your cock!”

She had never felt like this before. Her mind wasn’t even worried about her own orgasm. The young woman wanted give back as much as her lover was giving to her. He had stripped himself of all of his armor and shown a vulnerable side of himself to her. He deserved to be loved back. The man needed her love.

Dante pounded her like a power drill gone haywire. It felt like riding a truck through the outdoors on a bump road. It took all of her strength to not fall down onto her chest.

In a way, it was an erotic echo of their dance. The two of them moved as one. It was as if a supernatural power guided them. The two of them were meant for each other.

Trisha thought of her ring. It had an image of a fox and hound lying together engraved along the side. In a way, they were proving that a fox and a hound could certainly get along well with each other.

Neither of them even noticed when Trisha’s first orgasm occurred. It was as sudden and impactful as a car collision. She simply collapsed on the leather seating as her lover kept thrusting into her limp body.

Feeling a surge of desire, Trisha began to thrust back against him. She even reached out behind him to tug at his shirt. Dante responded by taking is off and revealing his sweaty chest. Beads of sweat dripped down his toned abs. Fucking her was becoming quite a workout.

Then, he aiming his cock deeper into her wet cunt. The young woman groaned in erotic delirium. “Oh… Dante…”

Her arms collapsed and she pressed her bare chest against the heated leather. Dante took it as an opportunity to go into overdrive. The man pounded her with all of his might. With a twitch in his shaft, she could sense him rushing towards his own release.

He pressed his body against her ass. It made her breasts rasp against the leather seat. Soon, Dante’s cock erupted into her sex.

In unison, they both cried out in fulfillment. “AHHHHHH!”

Trisha was thankful that they were out in the middle of the desert because they were screaming like a pair of murder victims. Their voices echoed in the car’s interior as though a veritable orgy has taken place.

Finally, they were done. The sun rose and bathed them in bright light. Dante exited out of her and took the woman into his arms. He caressed her cheek and said. “I don’t what will happen tomorrow, Trisha. But I’ll always be there for you.”

“In farming, we have a saying,” she began, nuzzling her face against his hand. “It doesn’t matter if the sun shines or there’s a blizzard. You take each day at a time. And most of all, you face each day together.”

Dante smiled and took her in for a kiss. It was soft, passionate, and made her forgot about their worried. Together, they watched the sunrise like any other couple.