Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) (5 page)

Isaac worked out. He'd done so when he was a cop, doing rehab for his wound and since then because it felt good. His powerful legs pumped frantically. He could see the doorway fifty feet ahead of them. He heard a whooshing sound behind him and picked up speed.

He went through the door and dodged to his left just before a fireball pushed through the doorway. He pointed himself down the front drive and across the street as bottles of flammable spirits boomed into flame.

He turned and watched flames devour his clubhouse. He heard Jada say, "Isaac, put me down."

He did. She joined him in mourning a really nice building with a lot of good memories.

They spent hours at the site. Word got around quickly. Other members joined them within minutes. Everybody hurt. It took hours to poke through the cinders and burnt tables.

Finally, everyone went home. Isaac and Jada sat on what had been the front porch of the clubhouse. Jada said, "I've got some practical questions to ask. Do you mind?"

His mouth said "yes". His eyes said, "I'm dying, let me."

Jada asked, "Did you have the financial records backed up offsite." He nodded. "Yes, we were good about that."

She continued, "Did you have full insurance coverage?"

His nod was less patient this time, "We made sure of that."

"Final question. Will you rebuild?"

Isaac whipped his head around to answer her with harsh language, and he stopped. He smiled. "I'll be damned."

"Um...what?"

"I wanted to tell you to stop bothering me. I looked at you and realized that I didn't want you to stop. You were asking the questions you should be asking, and I knew you were working with me to get us... Not just me, but us... through this bad period. By damn, I passed the test. How about you?"

"I passed, too. Usually, I get impatient when someone else has a problem. I wasn't. I also realized that I might be better able to handle the practical parts of this problem than you because you have so much invested here."

"We both passed." He stood up, kicking aside burnt debris, "I have to start investigating this as soon as I can."

Jada said, "Let's go home. You need food." She began humming. Isaac said, "Why are you humming?"

"Because I've got something for you that will almost make up for losing your clubhouse."

Isaac wasn't as mentally alert as usual. The night full of danger, grief and brotherhood with the other bikers wore him out. He said, "What do you have?"

"Me. For you."

Isaac looked at her, catching her meaning.

She continued, "We passed the test. We can sleep in the same bed." She stopped and kissed him, "And you can sleep on top of me."

Isaac grinned. He'd lost virtually all of his possessions and his main source of employment. He grinned anyway."

Chapter Six: Another Victim Rescued

They didn't get the chance to get together immediately. First, Isaac met with investigators from the arson department of the Arizona Criminal Investigations Division, so they could get the investigation started. He didn't get done until four in the afternoon. When he got home, he saw Jada curled up in bed, asleep and smiling.

He flopped on the sofa without taking his clothes off. He slept for six hours and woke up to the smell of enchiladas, refried beans, and rice. He staggered into the kitchen. Jada kissed him, and he made a phone call to the CID arson investigator. They'd completed the investigation and would meet in the morning. Isaac thanked him.

They sat down to eat. After they finished everything on their plate, Jada said, "I hope you liked that."

"I did."

"Now, we have dessert." She grinned at him then came around the table and sat on his lap. They necked and touched and tortured themselves with desire for a few minutes.

Jada said, "You love me, right?"

"Absolutely and for the rest of my life."

"Good. I don't have to pussyfoot around you anymore. Go take a shower. You stink. I'll clean up and meet you in the bedroom."

She got up and kissed him one more time.

Isaac got done with his shower and smelled nice and felt alert and ready. He came in the bedroom and passed Jada going into the bathroom. She said, "It will only take me a few minutes to get ready."

It took Jada a half an hour to pick out the right lingerie and do her hair, makeup, and everything else. She walked out to Isaac holding a blanket in front of her. It covered her from her neck to the floor. Isaac looked puzzled.

Jada said, "I have to tell you something, and you have to hear it. If I show you how I'm dressed, you won't hear anything I say. It won't take long, and it's important. Can you be patient for a moment?"

He said, "Yes. Take your time."

"Well. It's hard to say this. I'm not happy about it, but it never seemed to work out. Isaac, I'm a virgin." She waited for him to react.

He said, "That's fine. I'll take some extra time. You'll be alright."

"That's not it. No one wanted to take it. If the right man had asked I would have given it to him immediately. No one asked. That's humiliating."

Isaac stood up and walked over to her. "I'm asking. I love you, and I want you. Give it to me. I'll treasure it until the day I die."

She dropped the blanket. He kissed her. She murmured, "Please love me. I need you so much."

He stepped back, "I want to look at you."

Jada posed. She'd practiced it in front of a mirror with a Playboy magazine open to the centerfold. She turned slightly and bent her forward knee. She slid her hands up under her hair and stood up straight. Both movements lifted her breasts and made them more obvious. She'd chosen a sheer, low-cut, long gown the same color as her eyes. Her curvy body showed through the fabric as she breathed. Isaac stared. In fact, he looked like a man hit squarely between the eyes with a heavy board.

Jada walked up to him and kissed him then pulled his shorts down to his ankles. She held his hard cock in her warm hands.

Isaac said, breathlessly, "No fair. You have to take off your clothes, too."

Jada dropped the straps off her shoulders and shrugged. The lovely nightgown made a graceful pool of sheer fabric at her feet. She kissed Isaac for a long time, until he lifted her with his hands under her butt. He raised her up until her beautiful breasts were at the level of his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him and brought him into her left breast. He kissed her nipple and rubbed his face against her breast. She cradled his head in her arms and rubbed her cheek against his hair.

He took a while to finish with her left breast and then her right. She was moaning softly while he did it. He laid her down on the bed with her legs hanging off the edge. He bent her knees and spread her open. She rubbed her hand across her pussy and said, in a very tiny voice, "What do you think of me, of my body?"

He lowered himself down. Just before he put his mouth on her pussy, he said, "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." He spread her pussy lips and clamped his mouth down on her, covering her completely.

She smiled broadly as she felt his tongue on her clitoris and running up and down her inside lips. He put her legs on either side of his head. She crossed her ankles over his back. He held her breasts and nipples in his hands and worked on all three at once.

Ten minutes later, Jada's voice became frantic as she said, "Isaac? Isaac? Shouldn't we stop now? I want the whole thing."

He moved quickly to put his cock inside the opening of her pussy. He was careful not to show it to her. It was big. She was tiny. He pushed. She was hot and slick. He slid in easily. Her vagina spread open in front of his cock, just as it was supposed to. She stared at the ceiling and said, "Oh my." She glanced down between them.

"Raise up. I want to see you doing it." Isaac lifted her body a few inches. Jada's mouth dropped open as she watched a very big cock disappear inside her hips. She reached down an touched it. "It's going inside me. It's the first one I've ever had inside me. It's so big. I feel so full. It feels wonderful."

They both felt it hit her maidenhead. She kissed him, breathless and happy. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her breasts had swollen a third again bigger and veins stood up on her round, soft breasts. Her nipples could have cut glass.

Isaac pushed gently against her little piece of tissue. As if ashamed of causing her so much worry, it parted completely and painlessly. Isaac pushed inside her until his cock nestled into the back of her vagina.

She said, "This is wonderful. Can we do this every day?"

"Yes." He started moving out then in, rubbing against her entire vagina.

She gasped, "I didn't know it would feel this good"

"The best is yet to come."

He had endurance. He kept penetrating and withdrawing for another ten minutes until Jada tightened her belly and flailed her arms and legs. She arched her back and grunted over and over. He stayed with her as she settled down. After a few seconds, she did it again, slower and quieter.

She subsided into the mattress. Her arms and legs relaxed. She glowed.

She touched his cheek, "You need to finish now."

He nodded and began to pump vigorously until he slammed inside her all the way and stayed there. His vigorous effort made her hips shake. She didn't change her expression. 

She felt the warmth of his semen. She gasped twice and said, softly, "That's part of you. It's inside me. Part of you is living inside me."

Isaac slowly came down from his orgasm. He floated down on Jada and settled into her. She could feel his softening cock inside her, and his body pressing her into the mattress. She felt hugged and safe and content. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

She said, "When do you want to get married?"

He answered, "Tomorrow."

"I agree. The only people I need are mom and dad and John and Chica. They're all here. Let's do it."

He didn't respond. Jada noticed a slight movement. His wonderful cock was sliding a little out and then back in. Jada added a small squeeze with her internal muscles and Isaac was hard again in just a few minutes.

***

Colt had a problem with overconfidence. His mental mechanism for self-control and consideration of consequences had never fully developed. He'd just burned down the Five Points clubhouse and he was high on whatever morphine based drug was being passed around.

He drove down Main Street slowly, looking for something cruel and enjoyable to do to somebody. He spotted a teenage girl eating alone in a cafe. He parked and went in. He performed his imitation of a decent human being and asked the girl, "Have you been sitting here for the last few minutes?"

She looked up. She saw his good looks and his smile and decided she wanted to talk to him, "Yes. I've been here for half an hour at least."

Colt held the small vial in his hand. He sat down and flipped the cap off, keeping it hidden in his hand. "I was in an accident on this street. I'm trying to find witnesses who saw..." He stopped talking. He pointed at the window behind the girl.

"That's one of the guys that hit me."

The girl turned in her seat to look. Colt dumped the powder in her drink and brought his hand back. He said, "No. I'm wrong. That wasn't him."

The girl turned back and stirred her drink with her straw. Colt followed the motion of the straw with his eyes. He smiled. She took a big drink from her glass. Colt's smile got bigger. He said, "What's your name?"

"Melissa Cunningham. I'm a senior in high school."

"I'm Colt Mendoza. It's nice to meet you."

"What happened?"

Colt described driving his bike down Main Street and being cut off by a car turning left. As he talked, Melissa yawned.

Colt asked, "Are you alright?"

The words were indistinct, "Little sleepy."

"You need to go home. I'll drive you."

He helped Melissa out of her seat and threw a ten dollar bill on the table. He put his arm around her waist and helped her out of the cafe and onto the front of his bike. He sat behind her and kept her against him with an arm around her chest. His hand closed over her breast. She was getting sleepier and sleepier. She said, "Don't do that." Colt chuckled.

He brought her in the clubhouse in his arms. She was semi-conscious. One of the gang members looked at Melissa. "The roofies worked, I see."

"Just fine."

The man continued, "My pills. I get to undress her."

Colt nodded, "Yeah. You've earned that. I get first fuck though. I did it."

Colt dropped her on the bed and the other gang member got busy cutting her clothes off with a knife. He moved his rough hands over Melissa's breast and pussy. He said, "She's fine." She tried to brush his hands away.

They tied her to the bed. She mumbled, "Hey, don't tie me up."

The man left and Colt dropped his pants. He explored Melissa's body slowly and relentlessly. The drugs kept her from realizing she'd been kidnapped and she was tied to a bed. She knew nice things were happening to her body. She concentrated on that.

Colt worked her breasts until her chest was deep red and her pussy until it was nice and wet. He stuffed a pillow under her hips and put his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

Melissa protested, "Don't do that. I'm virgin."

Colt pushed forward. She cried out. He didn't care. When he'd planted his cock as deep as it was going to go, he said, "You were a virgin."

Melissa mumbled, "Was a virgin. Not now."

Colt was the first. There was a long line outside the door.

***

The next morning, Isaac met with Mel Tennison of the arson squad.

"It's arson. No doubt about it," Mel said, "The usual, gas in a can with an igniter controlled with a cell phone. No prints. No other clues. A fire this fierce destroys virtually everything we could use."

Isaac said, "It would be a good idea to talk with Colt Mendoza. He's the leader of an outlaw gang, heavy on the outlaw. Virtually all of the members have criminal records. I have no concrete reason to believe he caused this particular fire, but he would have liked to."

Mel said, "Let's do it."

"You'll have better luck if I'm not around. He and I don't get along very well."

Let's do this," Mel said. I'll wear a button cam and you can watch, listen in, and make comments."

"I like that."

***

The button cam slipped inside Mel's shirt and gave Isaac a view of whatever Mel was facing. Isaac watched on his cell phone.

Mel took two other arson investigators along. He walked into the clubhouse and asked for Colt Mendoza. Isaac watched Colt leave one of the little rooms along the side. He was buttoning his shirt. Isaac got out of the car and headed for the clubhouse.

Mel said, "I'm Mel Tennison of the Arizona arson squad. There was a fire at the Five Pointed Star Motorcycle Clubhouse two nights ago. I wondered if you knew anything about it."

Colt shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know anything at all."

Isaac walked through the open door and directly to the little room that Colt had come out of. Colt shouted, "Hey. That's a private room. You can't go in there."

"Watch me," Isaac shot back.

Isaac stepped through the door and found a girl lying spread eagle on the bed. Her hands and feet were tied to the bed frame and she had a stupid grin on her face. Fresh needle marks dotted her forearms. A glance told Isaac he was too late to stop Colt from taking the young woman. Her breasts were a red as a fire hydrant and cum leaked out of her pussy. She looked at Isaac and said, "Mr. Stone. What are you doing here?"

"Hi Melissa. I'm here to take you home."

Isaac heard a sound he'd come to know very well in his years in law enforcement. Mel and the two deputies had drawn their weapons. Isaac turned around and filled his hand with Springfield 1911A1. The bikers were advancing slowly toward them.