CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (20 page)

“I’m so sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry…” I murmured, already
falling myself slipping away as my head rose up and down with each of her
breaths.

“It’s okay, Sammy, it’s okay, it’s okay…”

~
30
~

When I woke up, it was morning. I blinked, dazed, as I
looked around. I knew, immediately, that I was in Becky’s room. I let my eyes
drift around the room, seeing all the familiar decorations.
Where’s Mom,
I thought, panic gripping
my heart again like a clutched fist. Becky’s face suddenly appeared around the
door and she entered, holding a glass of water.

“You’re up,” she said, simply, before setting the
water down and wrapping me in a hug. Alicia appeared soon after.

“What happened?” I asked. I’d thought that the first
time I woke up in a friend’s bed with no idea of how I got there I’d be drunk.

“Your boyfriend saved the day, your mom and dad are
both at the hospital, and my dad had to carry you up here last night,” Becky
said, making room for Alicia on the bed.

“Oh,” I said, the only thing I could really think of.
I felt like my head was full of cotton instead of brain.

“Here, drink,” Alicia said, grabbing the water and
handing it to me. I guzzled it down, not realizing how thirsty I was until the
contents of the glass had disappeared in a few gulps.

“Can…man…can I go see Mom and Dad?” I asked, my
priorities very specific.

“You don’t have to. Alicia just got off the phone with
your mom. They’re coming here to pick you up in a few hours. You’re gonna stay
at a hotel until they get the house fixed,” Becky said.

“Is Boon…is he still….”

Becky and Alicia exchanged a look that told me as much
as anything they could have said.

“He’s still in processing,” Alicia said finally. My
head drooped. I’d slept for hours, but I still felt exhausted.

“Do you know…I mean…what’s happening?”

“They’re trying to get him off, I guess. I don’t know,
they’re talking to the people whose car you…uh…borrowed. And some other DA’s
from other states. It might be awhile, Samantha,” Becky said, reaching out for
my hand. I nodded. I should have expected as much.

“Can I see him?” I asked, not sure why Alicia and
Becky would know that. Alicia shrugged, looking at Becky, who threw her hands
up.

“You’re gonna have to ask the po-po that,” Alicia
said. I had to smile a little bit; she was just so damn
silly
all the time. I counted my blessings in that moment: my Mom
and Dad were fine, and my best friends were there with me. I could count myself
as lucky. I just hoped that Boon would find himself lucky, too…

~
31
~

On the third day after everything went down, we moved
back into our house. The damage hadn’t been very substantial, so it hadn’t
taken long to get it back to normal. We’d also installed a security system. My
father still had a cast on his arm, and my mother was still jumping at every
strange noise, but things were starting to feel more normal again.

But I hadn’t heard anything about Boon, or his ultimate
fate. My father wasn’t allowed to go back to his job for a week, under strict
orders from the doctor, and even though it seemed like he spent hours on the
phone trying to figure out what was going on, no one could give him a straight
answer.

We were all over the news. There were editorials about
us. Camera crews surrounded the house at all hours, though by the time we moved
back in much of the hype had begun to dissipate. There were calls for
interviews, weird looks on the street, the whole deal. This wasn’t the sort of
fame anyone asked for or wanted, and it was wearing on me, to say the least.
Between not knowing what was happening to Boon and being pestered by
journalists all the time, I was still experiencing intense anxiety.

Which was normal, and to be expected. So said my new
therapist, at least, who I’d agree to see only upon my parent’s urging. They
wanted to make sure I wasn’t totally scarred from the experience. My mother was
also seeing someone. It helped to talk to someone, but the one thing I really
wanted, more than anything, was to talk to Boon.

So you can imagine what happened to my little heart
when I got a text on that third day.

Tag, you’re
it.

From Boon’s phone. And of course it was him. The
picture attached was almost similar to the first time he’d ever texted me that
challenge: a city skyline. This time, though, I knew exactly where he was. It
was someplace I’d been before, many times.

When you live in the mountains, there’s no shortage of
scenic overlooks. I nudged my little car slowly up the mountain, wary of the
dips and sharp turns that made the drive harrowing during the day, never mind
at night. As I pulled up to the overlook area, I saw the glint of metal as a
motorcycle came into view in my headlights.

Shutting the engine and getting out, my heart was
pounding in my ears. I was excited and nervous all at once. I looked around,
feeling my heightened emotions playing with my mind, searching for him. I
didn’t see him anywhere.

And then I felt him. His arms wrapped around my waist,
pulling me backwards. I twisted in his embrace, our eyes meeting. And then it
was gone: the nervousness, the anxiety, everything that I’d been feeling since
my life had crashed so spectacularly to the ground. He was here. He was holding
me.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered, his teeth gleaming in
the moonlight.

“Hello, stranger,” I whispered back. “When’d they let
you out?”

“Couple hours. Thank your dad for me. I got community
service, parole. I gotta stay in this dumpy city for a few years, I guess.
Don’t know what I’ll do with myself,” he said, leaning in close, his stubble
tickling my cheek. I pulled away, wanting to see him from head to toe. When I
did, he grew concerned. “How are you? Are you…okay?”

I could only nod and fight back more tears. Happy
tears.

“I’m fantastic, now,” I said, choking on my words.
“What about your…your dad…?”

Boon held out his hand and I took it. He led me back
to my car, sitting me on the hood. I’d worn a short summer dress, and the metal
under my legs felt warm.

“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” he said,
brushing my hair away from my face. I bit my lip, naughty thoughts already
percolating in my mind.

“Well, what do you want to talk about, then?” I asked,
aware of the slight teasing in my voice. When did I become such a little sex
kitten? And why did I like it so much?

Because he
makes you feel sexy, and brave,
I thought, answering my own question. It was true.
There, that night, I felt like Boon was a pillar of courage, and that every
moment we were close to each other a little more of his courage spilled into
me.

“Well, maybe we could finish that conversation we
started all those days ago, in your room,” he said, leaning in and gingerly
lowering the straps of my dress. I hadn’t worn a bra; it was hot, the middle of
summer, and too many layers only made you hotter. I watched him roll my dress
down, revealing my milky-white breasts, full and curving in the darkness.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said, breathlessly, as he
began to kiss along my neck. I closed my eyes, savoring each delicate contact
between his lips and my skin.

Boon’s tongue slipped down my neck towards my exposed
breasts, drawing a shudder from my body. His hands were underneath my breasts,
fondling me gently. I was pinned to the car under him, his crotch rubbing
against my dripping slit, as his mouth found my perky, erect nipples and began
to tease them, one at a time, rolling around and then flicking them, then
sucking them in.

When his mouth left one nipple, his fingers would take
its place, toying with the nubs with slight yanks and twitches. My heart was
racing as he began to grind his hips into mine, the button of his jeans
creating friction against my clit through my panties. I was starting to heat
up, my mind drifting away as he pleasured my body. His hands dropped to my
waist, pulling me closer to him, as he pulled his head from my breasts.

He was smiling at me, grinning, that same grin that
had started it all.

Leaning forward again, his lips met mine just as his
hand dropped to my pussy, slipping down my panties. My slit jumped as his hand
brushed against it, feeling my slickness as he led first one finger, then
another, to my swollen clit. Oh god, after everything, all the anxiety and
tension, I needed this. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues still entwined, as
he began to slowly rub my clit, using my wetness to lubricate.

His mouth moved to my neck again, flowering kisses
along my jaw and towards my ears. His fingers tweaked at my clit, a jolt of
electric pain suddenly shooting through me, only adding to the glorious
feelings. He nibbled on my earlobe, his hot breath seeming to enter me through
my ear and flow down to my chest. I felt warm all over, ready; his fingers were
moving slowly, too slowly, and I lifted my hips, pressing towards him, needing
more. He pulled his hand away then, much to my dismay, and used his strength to
push my hips back down against the car.

“Patience is a virtue,” he whispered into my ear. I
moaned and pouted; I didn’t
want
to
be patient. It had already felt like far too long. But as his lips met mine
again, and his hand came to my hair, I thought I could wait a little while
longer. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, teasing me, the taste of him
intoxicating. I let my hands fall to his waist and pulled him in, tugging at
his shirt, trying to pull it up.

He broke from the kiss and let me pull the shirt all
the way off. He stood before me in all his glory, his lean, toned, ripped body
begging for my touch. His tattoos seemed to gleam in the moonlight as my hands
came to his chest, tracing the two guns once more. I drew my eyes towards his;
he was looking down at me curiously.

I leaned forward, kissing him right in the center of
his chest, slowly drawing my lips downwards, trailing my tongue down the line
between his abs. He was so strong, his torso like steel. My hands came to his
belt and I found myself desperately trying to unbuckle it, my desire pounding
in my head, my impatience returning in a big way. I wanted his cock in my
mouth. I wanted to feel it throbbing in my throat. He pushed my hands away
roughly, and when I looked up at him with another pout he chuckled.

“All right, all right,” he said, and unfastened his
belt himself. I made quick work of the button, letting his pants fall around
his ankles. His massive cock stood at attention before me; I never ceased to be
amazed by the sheer size of it.

The head was swollen and purple as I let my hand trace
the length of it, my fingernails just slightly raking along the tender flesh.
He shuddered under my touch. It turned me on even more to feel him get turned
on, and I leaned forward, planting my lips on the soft head. He moaned slightly
as I let my tongue dance around it, flicking over the tip and then circling the
rim. I sucked in, simultaneously moving my head further down his cock, taking
it in inch by inch.

My lips felt like they might actually crack, but I
didn’t care. I could taste his briny pre-cum as it leaked out, and swallowed it
eagerly. I had to go slower than I really wanted to; I needed to coat his cock
with my saliva in order to get it to ease down my throat.

I used one hand to spread my spit down the shaft;
soon, I could feel the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, my
eyes starting to water, my body reacting to the sensation of suffocation. I
breathed raggedly through my nose and pressed further, feeling a strangely
satisfying pop as his cock pressed even further down my throat.

I tried to swallow but couldn’t; my throat only
managed to further massage his cock. But I couldn’t take any more; with a loud
gasp, I fell backwards, catching my breath. In a second, I was back, my tongue
dancing up and down the shaft as I started to bob eagerly up and down on his
cock, loving the little groans he was making as my throat enveloped his dick.

I deep-throated him again, feeling him pulse inside
me, moving my head only just enough to breathe as his hips began to grind
against my face. His hands fell to each side of my face, holding me in place.
My body thrilled, pussy dripping, from the powerful way he was fucking my
mouth, with no regard to my poor, aching throat. I could barely breathe, my
stomach flipping over and over again as he pushed into my throat, activating my
gag reflex.

My tongue was darting somewhat frantically around the
base of his cock, my nerves on fire, my muscles acting of their own accord.
Suddenly, he pulled out, trailing saliva from my lips. I looked up at him; his
grip on my head increased and he pushed me back against the hood of the car.

“I need to feel you,” he growled into my ear, leaning
forward, the heat baking off his body in waves. I undulated beneath him, my
slit wet, my back arching, hips desperately rising. His hands fell to my dress,
pulling it upwards, then grabbed my panties and ripped them off in a single motion.
He threw them off into the distance; somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew
I wasn’t getting them back. Someone would find them the next day and know that
a dirty little girl had been up there. The idea only turned me on more; I could
feel his cock pressed against my slit.

I was lying at an angle, my hips lower than my
shoulders, the slope of the car’s hood making me slide downwards, gravity
pressing me onto Boon’s massive erection. I moaned as I felt the head push
through my still-tight lips, then cried out as I felt his cock plunge into me,
ripping through my pussy, dancing lights appearing before my eyes as my body
accepted his hugeness with pleasure.

He gripped my waist and pulled me upwards slightly,
lifting my hips from the hood. He slowly began to pump in and out of me,
drawing all my blood immediately to my face as I let myself get carried away on
the waves of ecstasy that came from each thrust. His cock was hitting deep
inside me, sweet, tender spots that dazzled my senses. The night air was warm
and fragrant, the stars above us a dizzying circle.

I groaned and let him fuck me hard, his desperation
for my body as arousing as the things his fantastic cock was doing to my pussy.
There were wet sounds as my slit sucked him in on each stroke, enveloping him
in my warmth, begging for more each time he withdrew. I could feel the walls of
my pussy contracting around him, my arms lying limp but tense above my head.

Suddenly, I felt myself lifted up by the lower back,
and found myself sitting upright on the hood. My legs parted wider and I
wrapped them around Boon’s back, pulling him towards me. I reached out and
grabbed his neck; our eyes met in the moonlight, both wide with desire, and I
felt him slow down. He grabbed me closer and held his cock deep inside me,
making slow grinding motions with his hips.

I felt something settle into place inside me as a rush
of warmth flowed through my veins; his cock had hit something beautiful,
someplace strange but alive with ecstasy, and as he ground his hips against me,
driving his cock ever deeper, I felt a wave swell inside me. His hand on my
lower back pressed forward and I slid closer, my mouth opening in a silent cry
as his cock drove even deeper, and upwards, sparking a chain reaction inside
me.