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JOHNNY
Five weeks after their first sexual encounter I knew I was hooked for life. There was no fighting it, no trying to deny it. I wanted her in my bed every night for the rest of my life. She was everything I’d thought she was, and then some. Eager to please, to be pleased, and to explore every dirty fantasy she could come up with. So long as that fantasy involved only me touching her.
I’d dared her to invite people to our room behind the bar personally. Not for sex, but to watch us. She’d taken every dare I’d given her, including the night I’d dared her to fuck me on my motorcycle in a mall parking lot late one night. There were probably cameras, but neither one of us cared. We wanted to fuck, so we had.
She was a little demon when it came to sex, even going so far as to take me into one of the rooms at the Red Rose Club one night, just so she could fuck me there too. She was hungry for it, everywhere we went, and I was starting to worry. Would I always be able to satisfy her? Would I always be enough, or would she want more in the future? More people, more men, more sex from more people, they were all the things I worried about.
At thirty years old, I wasn’t an old man. I was perfectly capable of keeping up with her, but she was so full of life and energy that I worried if I’d always be able to keep up with her like that. And what about times like now, when I was gone on business, stuck up in Windsor, Canada waiting on a shipment to arrive? Yeah, she video called me several times a day, and she was always a text away, but were dirty video calls enough for her?
She’d earned my trust so far, but I knew that I couldn’t trust anyone outside of my club. Someone out there might try to entice her away just to piss me off and break my heart. I’d break their fucking faces, whoever it was that tried, but I was more concerned about how it might hurt Tara in the end. She was attached to me, maybe she even cared about me, but would that feeling keep her in my bed if she grew bored with me?
“Fuck, I hate this shit,” I said to nobody because I was alone in my hotel room.
My tablet buzzed and I picked it up to see that Tara was video calling me.
“Hey, baby, how are you?” I asked, pushing back hair from my forehead. I needed get it cut but she liked the way it curled at my forehead. I’d left it to grow a little longer.
“I’m good, Johnny, how are you?” She was at the club’s bar/playhouse, a place I’d insisted she go to, just to get to know everybody. She was safe there, too, another reason for her to sleep on the nights when I worried she might be in trouble. I’d promised her nobody would touch her, even if she asked them to, and she’d agreed to go.
“I’m good, Tara.” I reminded myself that I could trust my brothers and decided to dare her to ask one of my fellow bikers to her room, just to test her. “I’ve got a dare for you, honey.”
“Oh, I like your dares,” she smiled sweetly at me, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she drank apple juice from a straw. “What do you want me to do tonight?”
“You see that guy behind you? His name is Andre. I want you to ask him to jerk off for you.” I swallowed hard as she turned her head, worried that this might blow up in my face. Or hers, as it may be.
“Are you serious?” she asked, her eyes coming back around to her phone. “He looks so similar to you. Is he your brother?”
“In club only.” I laughed, arousal mixing with the icky feeling that came with knowing I was testing her, and I shouldn’t be. It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to know what she’d do. I had to know if she’d cross the line and break me into a million pieces.
“Okay. Hold on.” She went over to Andre, the phone in her hand, and parked her bottom on a stool. “Hi. Johnny wants to know, well, will you jerk off for me?”
She’d almost flubbed it all, but caught herself. She had to want it too, or it was no good. Even if this was a stupid test on my part.
“Johnny? You’re Johnny’s girl, right?” Andre asked and she turned the phone so the man could see I knew all about it. “You good with this, big guy?”
“Totally.” He wanted to say, ‘just don’t fucking touch her’, but the guy knew that already. They’d all been warned to keep their hands off her.
“Cool. Let’s go.” The guy got up, looked Tara over, and gave a look of appreciation that I caught through the camera on her phone. He could look all he wanted, he could see every square inch of her, but he couldn’t fucking touch her.
I hated feeling jealous, but it was only because I was far away from her. This was the first time we’d been apart for longer than a day and it had been a very long two weeks.
“Do you want me to undress, Johnny?” Tara asked once they were in a room and the doors were closed.
“That’s up to you, angel,” I said glibly. I’d like to see her naked, but it really was up to her. I could see her naked later, if she didn’t want to do it.
I was certain she wouldn’t take her clothes off, she had on a short pink skirt and a white tank top with something that could barely be called a bra beneath it. She’d snapped a picture of it earlier and sent it to me before she went out. Not because she had to but because she liked to tease me. She’d included a question with that picture.
“Can I flash people tonight or do I need to be a good girl?”
I’d nearly grabbed my bag and headed for the airport, but I had to drive back to Chicago. That was the plan for the shipment, if it ever made it to me. I’d responded that she could do whatever turned her on and I’d meant it. I’d just left off the part about ‘so long as you don’t fuck anybody’.
And all of that meant that she wanted to tease tonight. As in really tease, not strip down and display her wares. Sometimes she wanted one more than the other and tonight, she just wanted to give quick little peaks of what she had to offer the right man. And I hated it for Andre, but he wasn’t the right man and never would be. Even if he did vaguely resemble me.
Which was kind of why I’d chosen Andre. Would the similarity be enough to tempt her? Andre was closer to her age at twenty-five, a little taller, but that was all he had on me.
“You want me to just take it out or do you want me to strip?” Andre asked Tara as she put the phone down where I could see them both, and I watched her shrug.
“It’s up to you. What do you want, Andre?” Tara put a hand on one hip and pushed her other hip out, a pose that invited more, even if she didn’t know it. But maybe she’d learned over the last few weeks, I thought, and had decided to try it out.
