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CHAPTERNINE
RIFF
The smoky haze surrounds me. It’s perfect and fucking horrible at the same time. I’m stoned off my balls, the booze is flowing through my veins, and I wonder if the blonde that is currently riding my dick even realizes that I can’t feel a goddamn thing.
She is staring into my eyes, but I’m not seeing shit. “Come on, Riff, baby. I’m so close,” she purrs.
She probably is close,maybe. I don’t know, I can’t feel anything. It’s like I’m numb from the brain down. My body is functioning, but I’m not feeling anything at all. She’s fucking me. I know my dick is hard and when I come it will feel good for a second, but that will be the only thing that I feel.
Lifting my hands, I grab hold of her waist and try to force myself to be in the moment.
“Brianne,” I grunt.
She drops her head backward, riding me with everything that she can. She’s really giving me everything and if I thought that I could enjoy this, I would, without a doubt, at least try. She jerks her hips, bucking and moving them faster, when she freezes and her entire body trembles above me.
Her head lifts and she shifts her head down, her lips touching mine. I fucking hate it, the way that her mouth tastes. I refuse to taste any other part of her, no fucking way in hell. Her cunt squeezes me, then she lets out an exhale into my mouth.
“Are you gonna come, baby?” she asks.
Lifting her off of me, I stand, spinning her around and place my palm against the center of her back as I push her down over the table. She folds easily, moaning as she does. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her hips as I pull her back and thrust inside of her in one motion.
I fuck her hard and fast, trying to get my cum to release. I need to just get there. I need the physical release to sleep.Sleep. I haven’t slept in days, but I need sleep tonight because I’m driving back to East Texas tomorrow morning.
Home. I need to get the fuck back home, in my own bed, in my own club, around my own family.
Dropping my head back, I try to let my entire body relax, try to let my release come to me, through me. Finally, it does, after what feels like a fucking lifetime. I bury myself inside of her and I come into the condom.
Shifting from inside of her, I pull the condom off and toss it to the floor before I tug my jeans up and rearrange myself. She stays folded over the table, her legs spread wide, her pussy swollen and on display for me.
It’s not a bad cunt. I don’t hate it and she feels good enough. She’s just not Tanner. I don’t care what the fuck that sounds like, but that’s what it is right now. Maybe one day I’ll be able to fuck this bitch without thinking about Tanner, or any bitch for that matter, but I can’t right now.
“Riff,” she whimpers as she stands up and turns around, her skirt still up and around her waist.
I let her blow me at that gas station and I got a wild hair up my ass that she should come with me. Now it’s been over a week, and I feel like I should just keep her. At the same time, I feel like I’m stuck with her. She doesn’t cause any drama, she’s pretty, almost sweet, and if I were honest, she’s more in my league than Tanner ever was.
“You’re coming back with me,” I say, not giving her a choice.
She looks up at me with her feigned innocence, but I know the truth. She just fucked me in the middle of a roomful of strangers. She liked it, liked giving whoever wanted to watch a show. Don’t mind that part of her either, really. It’s sexy. Nothing I would have thought I would claim, but beggars can’t be choosers these days.
“Oh. Riff,” she purrs as she takes a step toward me, then another. She lifts her hand and wraps her hand around the side of my waist. “You know that I will. Wherever you want me, baby. Whatever you want. It’s yours.”
She tips her head backward slightly, rising to her toes, and touches her mouth to mine. I let the kiss happen, quick and closed mouth, then I turn my head and touch my lips to the side of her neck as I slip my hand between her legs, grabbing her pussy. She purrs again, rolling her hips against my hand.
“All yours, Riff.”
“Yeah,” I say.
Brianne lets out an exhaled breath and I know that she’s gagging for this shit. I know her name now, something I learned after she hopped on my bike at the gas station. This is a girl who only wants to be on the back of a bike. It wouldn’t matter whose bike it was.
She’ll take my dick, anyway I give it to her because she wants the status that it gives her to show up at the clubhouse on my bike, on my arm. She’ll do whatever I say. Fuck another brother, fuck another woman. Whatever I ask of her, she’ll do it just for that fucking position.
It’s dangerous. Having this much power over a woman that you literally could give two shits about. Far too fucking dangerous. I have no doubt that this shit is going to bite me in the ass, but I’m too fucking depressed about Tanner to give much of a shit.
TANNER
Time has moved so slow that it almost seems to have stopped. Brent has asked me a couple of times if I’m okay. He’s pointed out my pale skin and slight weight loss. He doesn’t realize that the weight loss is extremely temporary.
At the one-week mark, I decided not to rush down to the garage. I have the address programmed into the map on my phone. I know exactly where it is and how to get there the most efficient way. As much as I want to run down there, I decide to play it a bit cooler. At least that’s what I tell myself I’m doing.
