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JT
I can’t take it. I tried to be the good guy and be a friend to Dawn. However, I won’t go to jail for her. I can't fuck up my shot at a future. I won’t do it when I know she’d just be off with the next fool.
I pull in at the Roadhouse instead of going home. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I send a text to Dawn.
JT: I’m sorry, Honey, I can’t be that guy for you. I will always be your friend, but it's best if we don’t see each other anymore.
Yeah, I’m that guy. The one who breaks up with a girl via text message.
I slam my truck door shut and head inside to release some stress.
I walk in and head straight for the bar. I need a drink. As much of a pain as Dawn was, it still sucks I had to end things with her like that.
Pulling up a stool, I wait for someone to get me a beer.
Someone kicks the back of my stool hard. “Get me a beer, potential,” a man says with a snarl.
I turn around to see Stone, one of the older brothers grinning at me. “Ye don’t get waited on here, boy, ye do the waitin.” He chuckles as I scramble from my seat and go behind the bar.
“What's your poison?” I ask him
“Long neck Bud,” he replies gruffly. I nod and start looking in the cooler for what he wants. I’ve not been behind the bar before now. I don’t know where anything is kept.
“Here,” a gentle voice says guiding my hand. I look up to see who owns the sweet voice and soft hand. Kimmie.
“Thanks.” I wink at her and uncap the bottle.
I reach it across the bar to Stone and grab one for myself.
“Thanks, I’ll need another soon.” The fucker takes my beer.
Kimmie giggles and gets me another one.
Damn, I've not seen her since she was dancing at Pink Lips.
She smiles at me. “How you been doing, JT?” Her hazel eyes glitter with wonder.
“Can’t complain, but you wouldn’t want to hear my shit anyway. How about you?”
She adjusts her ponytail and says, “Try me. I’ve always got time for an old friend.”
“How long you got?” I joke.
“All night.” She winks and goes over to a table to clear off some empty bottles.
I watch her as she works as though being here cleaning up after dirty bikers is the best thing in the world, but I suppose after what she went through for her it is.
Her dark hair is streaked with chunks of purple and green. I hadn’t noticed the streaks until the light hit them. Her body is just as banging as it ever was. She’s not what you would call big, but she’s not boney either. The girl has meat on her. She doesn’t have any visible tats from what I can tell.
She doesn’t flaunt her body like most of the other clubwhores do. It’s sexy and leaves a lot to the imagination. I wonder if she’d let me tattoo her. My mind wonders to brushing my fingers over her skin, getting her prepped, using her body as my canvas.
When she comes back over, she starts asking me all sorts of questions. Wanting to know what I do, what I’ve been doing. How I’ve been since the last time we saw one another.
I tell her about my apprenticeship with Inkman and her eyes light up.
“Do you have any tattoos?” I rake my eyes over her body unable to help it.
She blushes at the attention. “No, but I want to get one.”
“I could do you,” I say, and she busts out laughing. Now I’m the one blushing. “I Meant to say I could do one for you.”
“Mmm hmmm...” She nudges my shoulder. “When?”
“Whenever you want. I have an apartment over the shop. You should stop by. Come see me sometime.”
“Okay, I will. I’ll do that.” Her eyes are still glittering at me and it feels good. She smiles so sweetly.
“Yeah, you do that,” I say with a grin.
“Potential,” Stone yells at me.
“Yeah, what?” I go over to his table.
“Ye gonna hit that or are ye gonna make eyes at her all night?” He laughs. “Get me another beer.”
I turn to get his drink and he yells, “Run.”
Fucker—but I have no choice, this is what I signed on for. I jog to the bar feeling stupid and like a big asshole in front of Kimmie as she laughs at me.
“Here, man, anything else?” I ask getting annoyed.
“Ye taking attitude with me, boy?”
“No, sir.”
He busts out laughing holding his gut and spilling his beer. “Sir...I’m just messing with ye, son. Go on. Go get that whore and take her upstairs on me.” He shoves a key in my hand.
I start to tell him she’s no whore but think twice about it. I look over, and some dude is whispering in her ear while squeezing her tit. I squeeze the key in my hand, hard making an indention, getting pissed for no reason in particular.
I walk back over to the bar debating my next move.
Stone yells at Kimmie, “I gave ye to the kid for tonight. Show him a good time, ride him hard.” He chuckles and her face glows red.
I plan to tell her it's okay that we don’t have to go upstairs, but she comes over and takes my hand leading me to the stairs.
Kimmie
On the outside, I am cool as a cucumber, but inside I am wobbling like a Jell-O mold. I’ve known JT most of my life. He’s the boy who ate my mudpie in second grade. The boy who would pick me to be on his team in dodgeball.
He was the bad boy I wished would notice me in middle school and he did. I wonder if he remembers giving me my first kiss?
Neither of us knew a damn thing about kissing, but we went for it anyway behind the bleachers at a football game, while our friends watched and laughed. It was sloppy and terrible, but he kissed me. I remember gushing over it for days.
Two weeks later, I moved two towns over with my mom, and her new husband. I only came to Drag Creek to visit my dad on the weekends. I lost track of JT until I moved in with my dad my senior year. He was dating some cheerleader who wanted to take a walk on the wild side, and JT had built up quite the reputation. I heard he was dealing drugs and stealing cars.
I wasn’t sure if he even remembered me, but he did. When he broke up with his girlfriend, I already had a guy. I only started dating Ricky to make JT jealous, but it didn’t work. Damn did that ever backfire on me.
I got in pretty deep with Ricky until he dumped me for another girl two years ago. I gave up everything to be with him and he left me high and dry. I had to get a job stripping at Pink Lips to cover all the bad checks he wrote on me.
I wanted to quit but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was locked into a stupid ass contract. I remember seeing JT around, and always wanted to talk to him, but the timing was never right.
One night though, he came in the back and was waiting for that creep, Perry.
All I did was give JT a hug and tell him it was nice to see him—Perry saw it. He pulled my hair and backhanded me.
JT stood up for me and took a punch to the face for me. He didn’t have to stand up for me, but he did. It was sweet and I never forgot that. I was stuck working for those slime bags until the Black Rebel Riders’ took over.
We’re at the top of the stairs, JT pauses before we go any further. “You know I don’t expect anything.” His eyes roam down the hallway away from me, landing on One-off and Emily fooling around.
He swallows hard.
“You aren’t shy are you, JT?” I tease.
“No,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Well, you have me for the night...what are you going to do with me?”
“Good question,” he says with a devious smirk.
I pull him down the hall with me and take the key he’s clutching for dear life from him.
I bite my lip and wink. “Well while you think on that, I’ll be in here taking my clothes off.”
His eyes widen in surprise.
I think he’s actually nervous.
How can that be?
I wonder if I’m coming on too strong? I’m not used to going slow, the men I’ve been with lately are more of the take want they want when they want it kind.
“JT, you aren’t scared of pussy are ye?” I hear Stone yell up the stairs after us.
That’s all the push he needs. He closes the door with his foot and follows me to the bed.
I flop down on the grey comforter, and I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head revealing a few tattoos and sexy abs.
He’s sexy in an innocent way. Here I thought all in school that he was this rugged bad boy and here he is now—he’s like sweet potato pie.
He kicks his boots off and unbuckles his belt. His fingers are fumbling over his button. It’s adorable.
His boxers crack me up, they are green with the Hulk’s angry face on them. I try so hard not to laugh.
Jerking him forward by the waistband, I tell him, “Come here, JT. Are you gonna unleash your Hulk on me?” I smirk and his cheeks redden. “You know, I think you was all talk back in school. Show me how bad you really are, Hulk.”
He shakes his head with a laugh and claims my mouth. This kiss is definitely not sloppy, it’s the ooey gooey center of a fudge filled cookie kind of kiss.
His hands are like magic, so damn attentive as he explores my torso under my shirt.
His thumb and forefinger presses on my nipple with just the right amount of pressure. Not pinching me too hard but enough to make the tip of my nipple hard.
He’s good.
Damn good.
I rub his smooth jaw, loving how it feels. I hate beard burn.
I shed my shirt and he helps me out of my jeans. His fingers hook under the elastic band of my thong and he tugs them roughly. It’s one a hell of a turn on.
“How do you want me?”
“You can start by sitting on my face,” he says breathily next to me.
I am so fucked.
JT’s laid back on the pillow looking very much a Greek God, but a God in Hulk boxers.
I tug on his boxers eying his massive boner. “I want these off.”
He slips his boxers off and wow, there was definitely a monster hiding in his pants.
The Hulk on TV and movie screens turns green, but JT’s Hulk grows.
I lick my lips and sit on his face in a 69 position. He doesn’t waste any time working me over. He spreads my pussy wide like he’s a world champ at a pie eating contest and gets to licking the warm center.
Taking his shaft in my hand, I struggle to wrap my fingers around him. He’s thick, large, and in charge. I lick him slowly from base to tip trying to decide if I’m going to be able to fit him in my mouth. He’s got me so hot and bothered I can sparsely breathe let alone concentrate on pleasing him.
I roll my hips, fucking his tongue and his fingers, enjoying the ride he’s giving me.
His smooth face is welcomed after constantly getting a rash from rough wiry beards.
Capping my mouth over the plump head of his meaty cock I suck him in slowly. I hear a hiss leave his throat and it turns me on all the more knowing he’s enjoying this so much.
It brings me immense pleasure to be here right now with JT. I never thought we’d ever meet in this way. After years of wanting him...I have him ...even if it is only for tonight.
Taking him fully, his dick hits the back of my throat nearly choking me. I accidentally catch him with my teeth, and he winces.
“As good as your mouth feels, I love my dick more.”
He pops from my mouth and I move off him.
He orders me to ride him and I’m more than happy to oblige.