I fucked Banger’s virginal daughter. Shit!He had to get away, chalk it up to being drunk and being too stupid to live. Kylie would understand. She was probably regretting it just as much as he was. It was best to get his ass on his Harley, head back to Pinewood Springs, put all this behind him. They’d both been drinking and things had gone too far.Who the fuck are you kidding? You came to see her with fucking on your mind. You knew exactly what you were doing.But a virgin?Shit!
He rose in one fluid motion and picked up his boxers and jeans from the floor. Finished zipping his pants, he searched for his T-shirt, finding it crumpled under the sheets and blanket of the twin bed he’d shared with Kylie. She was so fantastic, her body soft in all the right places. She’d been so ripe and he had been so turned on that he hadn’t even had the chance to taste her pussy, but he’d get around to that another time.
Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?
There could never be another time. This was an isolated mistake. But damn, it was one of the most exciting and fun mistakes he’d ever made too.Fuck, man. Get a grip.
As he pulled his shirt over his head, the bathroom door opened and steam hit him like a wave. The intoxicating scent of lavender and patchouli teased his nostrils, and he gritted his teeth. Kylie’s warm arms wrapped around his waist as her soft lips kissed the nape of his neck. He tilted his head back and the scent of her hair—fresh and clean—woke up his dick. He spun around and pressed her close to him, loving the way she felt in his arms. She only wore a pale blue towel around her, and his jeans were so damned tight he thought his zipper would burst open. Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled his face toward hers and kissed him softly on the lips, her fingertips skating over the aching bulge in his jeans. Without hesitation, he responded, taking hungry possession. His tongue pillaged the sweetness of her willing mouth.
The only thought reeling through his mind was how wonderful it was to finally hold and kiss Kylie—the woman who’d given him a hard-on for the past three years. He’d never felt such an explosion of emotion with any other woman. Overcome with need, he tore away her towel and ran his hands all over her nakedness. Pushing her down on the bed, he stripped off the clothes he’d just put on after making the resolution to leave and never touch her again. Like a starving man, Jerry feasted on her lips, neck, shoulder, and tits, knowing he could never have his fill of her. He wanted to taste her everywhere, but his desire was too much, so he slipped on a condom, stroked her clit—her wetness coating his fingers—and sank into her, trying desperately to go slow. Her cry that time was from pleasure, and he moved at a calculated pace in and out as he bent down and plundered her mouth. With soft, rhythmic movements, he stroked the side of her hardened nub, and when he swallowed her gasps, he felt her heated wetness clamp around his cock as she climaxed, bucking and panting beneath him. Unable to hold on any longer, his legs tightened and his balls shrank as the pressure released through his dick, his hot seed spilling into the condom.
Burying his face in her neck, he nipped it, loving the softness and the intoxicating scent that was Kylie. He kissed her lips again and chuckled when he saw her large smile, flushed cheeks, and sparkling eyes. She looked the way he felt, and he hugged her close before he rolled onto his side and scooped her to him. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Damn, Kylie. You’re killing me.”
She giggled. “Is that a bad thing?”
Jerry sighed. “Not for me, but it could be for others.”
“Like my dad?”
He nodded.
“Then we’ll have to keep it a secret until the time is right. My dad will come around, you’ll see.” She slid her hand over the stubble on his face. “I like the way your face feels.”
He smiled and caught her fingers in his mouth, nibbling them. Unlike Kylie, he didn’t share in her optimism that Banger would accept him fucking his daughter. Jerry wasn’t a fool, but he also couldn’t keep his hands off her. He should’ve left before she’d come out of the shower, but he didn’t and they were naked in bed again. Staying for the weekend couldn’t hurt, and he didn’t like Kylie being all alone in her dorm, especially since a lot of the students had left. He knew Banger wouldn’t want her by herself under the circumstances.Yeah, that’s a good way to rationalize what you’re doing to Kylie. Fuck, I almost believe my own B.S.
“I love being with you. I knew making love would be good, but I didn’t think it’d bethisgood.” She kissed his smiling skull tattoo on his bicep. “I’m glad you came to visit me.”
He squeezed her. “I am too.”
She paused. “Are you staying for the weekend?”
I should get my ass on my bike and get the hell outta here. I know that’s the best thing I can do for her, and for Banger. He’s the goddamned president of my brotherhood. I owe him my loyalty.“Yeah, if you want me to.”
Her head bobbed up and down. “I’m so happy.”
And I’m so fuckin’ screwed.“Let’s go for a ride. There’re some cool backroads around here. You ever explore them?”
“No. I’ve wanted to, but they’re not so easy to do with a car. You really want me to ride bitch on your bike?”
“Yeah.”
“You never let women ride bitch.”
“I don’t, but I want you to.” He raised himself onto one elbow and trailed his finger down her arm, smiling when goose bumps popped up. “I gotta wash up. We’ll head out in half an hour.” He dipped his head and kissed her, then pushed up from the bed, gathered his clothes, and padded to the bathroom. Kylie lay on the bed naked, the sunlight streaming in from the window casting a peachy glow on her skin. She was gorgeous. His dick twitched as he closed the door.
***
They spent theday laughing, talking, and kissing more than Jerry had ever kissed any woman in a twenty-four-hour period. Everything was perfect, and he decided to let go of his guilt and enjoy the time he had with Kylie because once he returned to Pinewood Springs, he’d have to forget about her. He’d have to fuck her out of his system with the whores and hoodrats. But for the time being, he was having the best time he’d ever had with a woman.
Women to Jerry were there for fucking, giving pleasure to the brothers when they needed it. The concept of having anything with a woman outside sex never occurred to him. Even when he’d made the decision to come to Crested Peak to see Kylie, fucking was the goal. He thought he’d bang her a few times and be back at the club in time for a rowdy Saturday night party. It never entered his mind that he’d have a good time with her beyond screwing. So the fact that he was enjoying her company enormously shocked and scared the shit out of him at the same time.
The Banger problem was always present when it came to her, but the truth was he didn’t want a relationship with any woman, including Kylie. He liked the freedom of fucking different women, and he didn’t want a woman around trying to change him. Women were like that; they acted like they were cool with the way a man was, but then, when the guy got hooked, they’d try and change him. He wasn’t down for that. He also hated women who nagged, and it seemed like all women took that route at some point in a relationship. No, he wanted to stay a free agent without any attachments. And having a good time with Kylie disturbed the hell out of him.
“What are you thinking about? You have such a serious look on your face.” She looped her arms over her bent knee as they sat on the blanket she’d brought. They’d turned off the backroad an hour earlier, stretching out the blanket on the ground to rest before they headed back to Crested Peak.
“Nothing much. Just drifting a bit. I like it here. It’s different sitting here without being in the mountains. I mean, they’re nice in the distance like this, but I’m used to beinginthem, you know?”
“I do. When I first got here, it was so weird not being surrounded by the mountains. You get used to it. I’m so glad my room faces west, so I can see them every day.” She pulled out a few blades of grass and put them between her teeth, chewing lightly.
