For Your Sake (24 page)

As if that flipped a switch in him, he took her ankle, pulling her forward until she was flat on her back.  He covered her with his weight, the rough denim of his jeans teasing her bare flesh.  “You’re a sexy, little bitch after one glass of wine.”  His mouth was on her again, hot, hungry, his tongue driving in as if he couldn’t taste enough of her.  Her legs wrapped his waist, unable to supress the need to grind herself against him, the sensation of her silk-covered core against his jeans.

“
Mmm, darlin’.”
  The sound was sensual, confident, a man who knew how he affected a woman and soaked it in.  Arching her back, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, offering her breasts to him.  A sound erupted from his throat which sent a sensation between her legs. 
“Damn, your fucking nipples, Eva.” 
His mouth latched onto one like a hungry infant and Eva let out her own sound of pleasure.  Fingers found that stub of a ponytail, ripped the elastic out then sliced them through his loose hair, silky and freshly shampooed.  Even through the exquisite sensation of him suckling her, she recognized the scent – he obviously showered and used her gel. 

He moved to her other breast and she couldn’t take it anymore.  Foreplay was overrated at a certain point.  She didn’t want to wait.  She wanted this man –with all his uncertainty, with all his club secrets, with all she knew he was unable to share, she wanted him.  Now.

“Ben….” She grabbed at his jeans, yanking open the button and pulling down the zipper.  “You have……”

“Yeah.”  He pulled his wallet out as his jeans pooled to his ankles.  Eva scooted back again, sitting on her legs, wanting to assist, but he shooed her hands away.  “Nuh, uh, darlin’.  Turn around.”

She felt herself blush to her toes.  “What?”

“Hands and knees, Eva.”  He was wrapped, ready and back on her.  “Now.”

The way he spoke, the urgency, the forcefulness of his request had every inch of skin covered in gooseflesh.  “You mean……?”

“Yeah….I mean.  Over, darlin’.  Don’t make me do it.”

That one glass of wine she drank way too fast was messing with her brain cells.  Oh, she wanted to comply, but the idea of him taking over and taking charge increased the throbbing ache between her legs.  And she was buzzed enough to push him.  “Like to see you try.”

Those amber eyes darkened – hot, smoking and flaring from the challenge.  It wasn’t play anymore.  She unleashed something in this man and it looked dangerous.  Hands took hold of her hips, hard, digging, not painful but forceful.  She was both frightened and aroused beyond comprehension.  “I don’t
try
Eva.”  God, she loved hearing him say her name.  And with that last thought she found herself roughly flipped over, face down, ass up.  She was vulnerable.  She was undignified.  She was completely open and exposed.  And so fucking turned on it that she was out of her mind.

The flat of his hand pressed into her upper back, keeping her down in a submissive position while his other hand yanked her panties down.  She couldn’t stand it.  She couldn’t fucking stand it.  She said she wanted to trust him.  If there was ever a time, ever a position for her to do so, it was now.  He had all the control, all the dominance while she was helpless and writhing with need for him. 
“Ben!”

He paused, teasing her.  Agonizing her.  Making her wait for playing games.  With one hand still holding her upper body to the mattress, his other hand explored her skin – her back, her hips, her ass, her thighs and….in between.  Her breath sucked in.

“
Fucking, Christ, Eva,”
he grated out while his fingers invaded.  “You got any idea how fucking wet your little pussy is?”

The dirty talk made her even more insane.  She knew.  Oh, God, she knew.  Because she was ready.  Ready for whatever this outlaw with a gun was going to give her.  She pushed her ass back, hoping he’d get the hint.  “
Ben….please….”

And then she felt it – the head of his cock rubbing up and down the slippery folds between.  When she felt him near her entrance, she pushed back and heard him let out a sound which shook her bedroom walls.

“
FUCK!  Fuck, Eva, Fuck!

He sounded out of control, which empowered her, even from her submissive position.  She may be down, but was able to move, thrusting her bottom back, feeling that fat, hard cock of his rapidly slide in and out.  Making her crazy. Making her out of her mind.  Making her feel as if she lost it.  And she did. 
“Yeah!  Oh my God, Ben…..yeah!  Do it.  Do it.  Harder…….harder
.”  It was as if she left her body and became someone else, begging an outlaw biker to fuck her hard.  But it made her feel in control, even though her position gave it all to him.

“Yeah, darlin’?
He hissed out.  “
That how you want it?”
He answered his own question by violently thrusting his pelvis back and forth with expert rhythm.  Yeah, this man knew what he was doing.  She felt like a rag doll being tossed around, but she didn’t falter, instead pushing back to meet him each time.  She asked for it and she got it.  And she felt it beginning to escalate deep within the pit of her gut.

“Ben…..yeah…..yeah, that’s it.  Oh my God, that’s it.  I’m…..Ben!   Don’t stop!  Please, God, don’t stop!  Oh..my………BEN!”

Eva felt herself come like she never had before.  She had orgasms, or ones which she thought were.  What she was experiencing now left no doubt.  Every muscle tensed.   Every nerve was alive and on fire.  Her skin ultra-senstive.  And the throbbing contractions deep where she wrapped around his cock seemed to last for minutes as even more slippery wetness surrounded him.

“Yeah, that’s it darlin’.  That’s it……fuck it, Eva I’m gonna come!”

His howl boomeranged around her room, penetrating her ears as his body deeply penetrated her even as she continue to slam herself against him, coaxing whatever he had left from him.

And then……she collapsed.  Flat on the bed she stretched herself out, feeling him slip out of her in the process.  She curled onto her side, watching him roll the condom off and putting it back in the wrapper before joining her.  She no longer felt exposed.  She felt as if she were operating on all four cylinders, empowered that she brought this big, tough biker to the ultimate pleasure as she was sure she could hear his heartbeat through that massive chest.  She forgot about the day.  Forgot about dinner.  Forgot about the gun, what she overheard and the questions he vaguely answered.  She was just going to take a chance, dive in and see what happens.  She was an intelligent woman who got herself this far unscathed.  Taking a chance buying a business was one thing.  Taking a chance on a man like him was another.  She’d played it safe for a while and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.  But at some point, she’d have to open up to him about her past, to answer his questions.  Maybe she should get it out of the way now.

“Go ahead,” she said.  “Ask me whatever you want.”

She heard him breathe deep, the oxygen filling that expansive chest before he let it out.  “Think you know what I want to ask.”

Now it was her turn to take a deep breath, preparing to tell a story only her close friend knew.  “My mother left when I was six.  I remember…..we had an electrical storm the night before and I didn’t have school.  Being a lineman, my dad had a long day, but I wasn’t there to see him come home.  Instead, my mom brought me to a daycare for a few hours, but she never came to get me.  He did.  It wasn’t how he looked that I remembered, but how he sounded.  His voice.  Like he’d been crying or…..screaming.  We came in the front door and immediately smelled burned meat, but my mom wasn’t home.  He told me she had to go on a last minute trip.  As the weeks went by and she never returned, his explanation was,
‘mommy had to stay away a bit longer’
.  I mean, what else could he say to a six year old?  The truth?”

She paused, curling her body tight until Ben’s arm reached over to pull her close.  “Which was?”

Clasping his forearm, Eva closed her eyes, taking in the comfort he was offering.  “I was sixteen when my dad finally told me.  He gave me this,” she lifted her wrist, allowing the charm of her bracelet to slide across the skull inked on his arm. 

Ben held the charm to see the inscription.  “
For your sake
,” he read.

Eva nodded.  “I figured it was his way of telling me how much he loved me, why he stayed strong all those years following.  He told me a man named Tony came for my mom that night.  Was a relative of a man my mom had an affair with at an insurance convention in New York a year after they were married.  Obviously this guy became obsessed with finding her and did.  And the fact she went willingly told me she never stopped thinking of him, that she just went through the motions with my dad and me.  That’s all he told me and I didn’t ask for more.  I didn’t want to know.  I didn’t care.”

“And you never had any contact with her?”

She vehemently shook her head.  “Nope.”

Ben’s fingers continued to play with the charm.  “That’s why you always wear this.  Thought maybe some old boyfriend gave it to you.”

“No.  I don’t have one of those anymore.”  She felt him stir, as if wanting to ask, but she was done talking.  It was time for him to reciprocate a bit as she took his other hand, running her fingers over the other tattoo inside his right forearm.  “You said this is dedicated to your dad, that he died in that mine cave-in.  What about your mom?”

He removed his arm, laying flat on his back a bit until he stood up.  Curling her body into a sitting position, Eva brought her legs up to cover herself, while he stood there unabashedly naked and quite perfect.  She couldn’t remember seeing such a gorgeous specimen in her life.

“We’ve always lived in a tight space as long as I could remember,” he began.  “Money was tough to come by.  Coal mining paid pretty well, but there was an oversupply of miners and not enough work.  Bills piled up until my dad was able to get four full days.  Able to go from a two bedroom apartment to a trailer when I was eleven.  Rooms were tiny, but we managed.  Took a while to catch up – did without a lot for the next couple of years.  Then the cave-in happened.  Dad didn’t have life insurance and the mining company took forever to pay out any kind of benefit. 

He paused to sit on the floor, his back up against the bed as Eva scooted closer.  “My mom began latching onto whatever man had a few extra dollars to spend.  Seemed to be a new one every six months.  Some of them were nice, brought her flowers, dinner, taught me how to build a picnic table – shit like that.  Okay guys.  Except the last one.”

Eva flipped on her stomach, her head near the edge of the bed close to Ben’s.  “What happened?”

His knees came up, shoulders propped on them while his head dropped.  “Was seventeen.  Came home from school and found my mom on the kitchen floor.  Barely recognizable.  She’d been beaten.  Before I could go to see if she was alive, I heard muffled noises coming from my sister’s room.  I busted through the door to find mom’s latest boyfriend – his hands still bloody from beating her – raping my sister. My
thirteen year old
sister. I….I didn’t think, I just……,”he paused to catch himself, “I was pretty big for my age.  Grabbed the guy by the back of his shirt, pulled him off my sister then put him face down on the floor where I bashed his face against it until he pretty much didn’t have one left.”

By then Eva had covered her mouth with both hands, unable to fathom what a teenage boy had to come home to witness, not to mention what he did about it.  “Ben.”  She reached her hands over the bed to touch his shoulders.  “I don’t know what to say.”

She felt him shudder under her touch.  “The guy died – my mom too.  I was thrown in juvie till I turned eighteen and my sister went to foster care. Because of the circumstances, they charged me with manslaughter instead of murder.  Did five years.”  He paused again, leaning his head back against the edge of the bed, close to hers.  “Jail normally ain’t kind to a young kid, but, like I said, I was pretty big for my age, so it was an advantage.  Plus, you get some sort of ‘cred’ for killing your mom’s killer and little sister’s rapist.  Kept to myself and out of trouble.  Worked an in-house shop where they built and repair stuff.  Buddied up with this older guy who put in a good word for me when I got out.  Told me to go see this guy Vic in Tippitt – heads the local MC there and could put me to work.  Figure only one who’s gonna hire an ex-con would be a bunch of outlaws.  Started out in the body shop, then Tanner – one of the members – got me in at Owens.  Pretty soon I was prospecting, then patched and……here I am.”

Murder…jail….guns….outlaws.  Somehow all these facets Ben just admitted about himself didn’t faze Eva as much as they should’ve.  Instead, she was completely absorbed in the complete vulnerability surrounding him.  He was a young kid who acted without thinking and, yeah, it’s easy to justify killing a murderer and a rapist.  Because he was revealing more of who he was a human being, naked and exposed on her bedroom floor, Eva was able to push back who he really might be once that cut went on his back. 

“Went from a trailer to a jail cell to a room at the clubhouse.  When I said I never lived in a house before, I meant it.”

So that’s why he was so in awe of this old house – he literally never had one.  “What about your sister?  Did you ever find her?” She felt those strong, shoulders of tense, cords of muscle flexed almost rock hard under her hands.  Something about that question didn’t sit well.