Boomer opened one of his eyes, they were gritty, shit, sleeping on the floor sucked, however, the soft little woman who was laying on top of him currently made up for the pains in his back. Damn, he thought and then remained still as he took in the feel of her body against his. It felt right somehow, and he lifted his hands to hold her still, he didn’t want to lose her yet.
He usually didn’t like to cuddle with women, it seemed kinda too intimate, or maybe he just didn’t like to feel this kind of closeness with anyone. Boomer wouldn’t call himself a commitment-phobe, he wasn’t afraid of commitment, he just didn’t really want to get into a relationship with someone who couldn’t handle what he did. Because the biker thing was only the tip of the ice berg, but for some reason, he really felt like Georgie would understand why he and his brothers did the job they did. Devon, Titan, Birdie, they deserved retribution, there were bad people in the world, a lot of them. However, Boomer had long ago come to terms with the fact there were levels of badness.
The Furies, they may not walk strictly on the right side of the law; however, sometimes the law doesn’t provide for the evilness in some people. Anyone who killed a child, he didn’t give two shits who the fucker was, needed to be dealt with. They had all heard the arguments some people have thrown out there. Justice is something the laws of the land must dish out. Wrong, because if that were the case, he knew of several people who deserved to die and were currently rotting away in prison.
When people say, it is justice for them to sit and think about their actions, I really want to shake the shit out of those people. Did they even comprehend that a person who committed a savage and hateful crime wouldn’t care where they were at? They would continue to do their nasty evil things, only behind bars, and to top it off, we have to pay for them to be cared for, fed, clothed, all of it. How the hell was that fair, when people who were loved were lying dead in the ground. Shit, he didn’t expect everyone to agree with what the Furies did, but taking a chance on a woman completely disagreeing and leaving because they couldn’t handle it were two different things. Boomer just wasn’t sure which side he fell on, but he knew he hoped that Georgie would be able to handle what they did.
She moved a little, wiggling until his body and his cock, which was already hard, got a little harder. Fuck, he wanted this little woman. Their attraction had started the second she had awoken in that godforsaken hole. It kept building, he knew she felt it, which was why the kiss had been on his mind.
Georgie moaned a little and then opened her eyes, she froze when she realized she was laying on top of him, not by his side like when they had first fallen asleep. Both of her legs were draped over his hips, and her pussy was pushed to his cock. Damn, if he grinded her a little, he knew he would come in his pants, and yeah, that wouldn’t be good since they had no change of clothes and he didn’t want to walk around sticky in his pants.
She popped her head up and looked down at him. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, I don’t know when I crawled on you.”
Boomer smiled and said, “No problem, baby, anytime you need someone to crawl on, I will be glad to oblige.”
She laughed and said, “Good to know.”
Boomer stared at her face, taking in the gorgeous way she looked with her hair all mussed up, and her eyes looking sleepy and seductive. Then he looked at her lips and damn, they were shining because she had just licked them, plump and pink, he couldn’t resist. He leaned up, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head down to him with just a little pressure on the back of her neck. It didn’t take much, she was more than willing, he thought.
“Morning,” he whispered and his lips covered hers, he kissed her slow and sweet at first, teasing her a little, kissing the corners of her mouth, and then finally taking her lips and running his tongue down the seam. She sighed and opened her mouth, who cared about morning breath when you were in a tunnel twenty to thirty feet underground.
The kiss was intense, when she opened her mouth and he swept his tongue in, she moaned and shivered a little. Oh hell yeah, she wanted him, she wanted this. Damn it, he really didn’t want to move right now. She was so soft and sexy, everything he fucking wanted, well, since he met her, she was everything he wanted.
Georgie pushed her arms to the side and then braced herself, pushing up so her torso was just off his body and she was grinning down at him. She rotated her hips and he narrowed his eyes at the little vixen. She leaned forward and kissed him with the same intensity as he had kissed her, this time being the aggressor. He loved it, she was a match for him in every way, he thought. Sweet and soft sometimes, cute and silly sometimes, but right now, sexy and sassy. She tasted him and kept grinding on his cock until he was sure he was going to blow.
“Baby, awesome wake up! However, we need to get up, grab something to eat, and get a move on. We have a full day ahead of us, and I really don’t want to be walking with come in my shorts,” he whispered and her eyes widened and then she grinned.
“I could always make sure it wasn’t in your shorts!” She laughed and he shook his head.
“Tempting, but the first time you see my cock, I really don’t want to be laying on a dirt bed,” he said and she laughed.
“Right, don’t want dirt to get in some of those uncomfortable places.”
Boomer chuckled and then hugged her and kissed her quickly and said, “Nope, that wouldn’t be fun.”
They got up, used the facilities such as they were, a curtain covering a small cut out place in the wall with a rather crude outhouse, it worked. Then they grabbed some of the breakfast bars that were on the shelf and two waters. Georgie groaned. “I would kill for some coffee about right now.”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, well some of the MREs have instant, but the breakfast ones aren’t here, hopefully they will be at the next one.”
They left the smaller cavern and began to walk. The whole way they talked and learned a little more about each other, which at this point, Georgie felt like she knew him better than most guys she had dated. It was usually difficult to get guys to talk, but then of course, if you thought about it, dates usually consisted of night time meals, drinks, or at an apartment or house, where really the guy was trying to get into your panties. This was different, they were alone, walking, and talking. Building not only a friendship that would last since one, they were going to be neighbors and two, they had a lot in common, but also, building something else, something she wasn’t going to put a label on because if she did and something happened, it would completely suck.
Some guys had a way about them, when they were alone with a woman they were nice and talked normal, but when they were around other guys, suddenly their attitudes changed and they were all about showing off for the guys. It was annoying, but Boomer, she felt like he would be different, hell, all of the biker men she had met were different, why, because they were confident and didn’t need anyone’s approval on how they were. It was refreshing, and Boomer, well he was just cut from a different cloth, he was smooth, sweet, but could be a complete asshole as well by how his voice sometimes changed and his hardness would show when he talked about certain things, she just knew he was different.
She was really surprised that he was so relaxed while they were walking too, the guy was tall and at some points of the tunnel he had to bend way over in order to get through. Talking kept her from feeling a little claustrophobic but basically it was Boomer’s voice and relaxed conversation that kept her from freaking out.
Boomer had put some of the MREs in his pocket and when they stopped for lunch in a crevice, Georgie had burst out laughing when he had handed her the small pouch that held plastic utensils, salt, pepper, a wipey, and other things that went with a meal.
“Look how cute these are?” she said holding up a tiny little bottle of Tabasco Hot Sauce, she had never seen one so small, they literally held like five drops of the hot stuff inside them.
“Yeah yeah, you know women seem to love those things, guys just are happy they have something to make the food taste better. Not sure what that says about us, but it is still true.” Boomer grinned.
“Come on, seriously, this is like the tiniest bottle of hot sauce ever, like it could be a doll’s bottle of hot sauce, or if you take the little tiny label off, it could be like a pop bottle for them to play with their Barbies,” Georgie said and held up the little bottle in between her fingers.
“Woman, you cannot use a bottle from a manly MRE men eat in the military, in the field, where they are protecting our freedom as a toy for a blonde bimbo,” Boomer said.
“What? Why?” Georgie said. “Maybe they use them for their GI Joes, who knows, just saying they would be perfect.”
Boomer laughed and shook his head. “Whatever.”
“Yeah,” Georgie teased. “That’s right, you know I am right. I am saving this little bottle, I have to show my mom and sister.”
“I don’t know if we have enough room to carry that thing, I mean, it being so clunky and all,” Boomer teased and she rolled her eyes and grabbed his little bag and pulled out his empty little bottle.
“I am taking yours too; in fact, it is now my mission to gather all the tiny little bottles I find and take them with me. By the time we are done, we could have a six glass set.”
“For your Barbies?” He laughed and she glared at him.
“No, I will save them for my daughters,” she snapped and put them in her pocket.
Boomer looked at her closely, and said softly, “I bet she would be a beauty just like her mom.”
“Really?” Georgie snorted. “Most guys when you mention kids run the other way.”
Boomer seemed to think about it for a while, he wasn’t averse to having kids, he had never really found anyone he could see himself staying with that he would want to have his kids. Georgie had come into his life like a battering ram, he was thinking of shit he had never thought of before. But he was in the club, and he wasn’t going to give it up. He had seen what happened to Fling and Sunny, it had almost destroyed them. There was no way he could go through that, Devon had been their oldest, and they all still missed the cheerful little kid who begged nearly every day to ride on the back of one of the Furies bikes. Could he do it? He could with the right woman he figured.
Boomer shrugged and said, “With the right person, I could see myself having a few kids.”
They were silent the rest of the meal and when they stood to begin their trek again, Georgie hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered and he frowned.
“For what? Far as I can figure at this point, I am surprised you’re talking to me. I mean, we have blown up a building, and a tunnel where we had just left one and were in the other. I am making you trek down in the middle of the fucking earth so the authorities don’t know what’s going on, because if they find out, I am probably going to be thrown into jail for something or another, since I’m not real popular with most police forces, even in Mexico,” Boomer said and loosely held her to him with his hands on her waist. She grinned up at him.
“For all those things you just named, and because without you, I would still be stuck in that gross room freaking out by myself and waiting for them to come and kill me,” she said and Boomer smiled.
“Well, I think you would have figured something out, you don’t seem like the type of woman who would just sit there while they played games with the Ops.” Boomer laughed and she shrugged.
“Maybe, or maybe not, I don’t know, but I know I don’t know because you were there, and you are the one who saved me. So thank you.”
Boomer leaned down and kissed her softly and then said against her lips. “Baby, it was all my pleasure.”
She sighed and then let go and brushed off her ass and said, “Okay, let’s get a move on.”
Alejandro looked at the man who walked into his hotel room in Juarez and glared at him. “What have you found out?”
“The Furies have left San Diego, Fling is with him as is about half of the men. The rest remained on the compound, but the other club who is close has apparently decided they are going to help them in some way or another.”
He nodded and said, “Make sure we know exactly where they are at all times. When they hit El Paso, I want to be there waiting. If we plan this right, we can take them all out and be done with it. It doesn’t matter at this point who is left, we take out their leader, and they are finished.”
The other man nodded and hesitated to even say anything but finally he did. “Sir, how are we going to get over the border without detection. The American Government has us on their watch list. I don’t think they will let us through.”
“Of course they won’t,” Alejandro snapped. “We don’t need their permission for this though, I have already secured our way across the border, called in a few favors and made sure men knew they owed me.”
The man nodded and then backed his way out of the room, leaving him alone to think. This had taken longer than he would have liked, his sister was ready to come here as well and that would never do. She was volatile on a good day, if she showed up, the authorities would certainly find them. She was out for blood and didn’t care who the hell knew it.