Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (84 page)

Marveling that it was still early morning, I tried to snuggle in close to my two new lovers, murmuring my pleasure and blissfully kissing first River as he hovered over me, his cock still twitching inside me and then turning to kiss Colby quickly. But I couldn't get enough of River, and I found myself wishing Colby wasn't there. As River pulled away, he smiled at me tenderly for a moment as he slid out of me.

And then his beautiful face instantly turned cold and hard.

“Okay, get out.” He said to me harshly, standing by the bed briefly before walking out of the room and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“What?!” I said to that torturous, muscular ass as he walked out the door.

“What is he talking about?” I said, turning to Colby. To my surprise, he also was standing up and searching for his pants on the floor.

Silently, he dressed quickly and looked at me apologetically.

“Listen, why don't you get dressed and I'll give you a ride home...or to your car, or wherever you'd like to go. When River says 'go', you should listen. He's not much for negotiating.”

“But, I thought...I mean...we had such a wonderful night...I just thought that....” My voice trailed off, confusion settling in.

“Yeah, you and every other woman in town, honey. Get dressed, I'll meet you in the kitchen.” He turned and walked out, carrying his boots and jacket with him as he walked down the hall, leaving me suddenly very alone.

I was so confused. I thought we had just had the night of our lives. But what was I thinking? Of course they wouldn't feel the same way. They probably took a different woman to bed every night and I was nothing special to them. In fact, I was nothing but some dumb slut they were teaching a lesson to after catching me spying on them. Sure, I guess I was lucky, but I sure didn't feel very fucking lucky laying here in the wet spot all alone in River's bed!

Completely exasperated, I rose from the bed and searched for my clothes among the discarded pile on the floor. The ropes River had wrapped around my limbs were draped across a chair near the door. Picking them up, I trailed them through my fingers, wistfully remembering how River's muscles flexed as he untied his expert knots. I gazed out the window, my mind replaying everything, trying to think of what I could do to change his mind. I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom, and I lingered as long as I could, getting dressed slowly and looking around his room.

It was nice, but plain. Two pictures stood on his chest of drawers in the corner. In one, a couple stood next to a vintage Harley, a little boy sitting on the seat. I could only guess it was River and his parents. The second one was two little boys, who looked suspiciously like a young River and Colby, stood in front of a red, convertible Corvette.

“Why are you still here?”

I jumped and dropped the picture when he walked back into the room. He was freshly showered, his wet blonde hair clinging to his thick shoulders, dripping moisture down to his hairy chest. My eyes took in every inch of him. Trailing down his muscular belly, the wet trail of dark hair leading to the edge of a blue towel that was unfortunately wrapped around his hips and prohibiting my view of the one part of his incredible physique that I desperately wanted to see again.

“I told you to leave.”

Where was the River that had kissed me tenderly before pulling his throbbing cock out of me not half an hour ago? The man standing in front of me was hard, unkind and cold. I was completely out of my league, I knew this. The chances of having any sort of a relationship or friendship or friends-with-benefits situation with the president of the local MC were just about zero. But I was here, wasn't I? Sure, he was standing there telling me to leave repeatedly, but he probably didn't mean that, right? I had to try. I had to say something. I would hate for him to exclude me from his life completely. The thought of never feeling him sinking into me again was just too painful for me to consider.

“River, p-p-please don't make me go,” I stammered. “I had such an amazing time with you, and I um....um....nobody has ever made me feel the way you did. And I know, I know...I was spying on you. But please – don't hold that against me.” I sounded like an idiot, didn't I?

“Don't hold it against you?” He steely eyes looked right through me.

“No, I mean..you know, I didn't mean any harm. I've just been fascinated with you for so long. And now, look, here we are, and we had such a wonderful time, didn't we? Can't we at least be friends now?”

He walked closer to me, his eyes staring into mine. My knees went weak again, his presence was so intimidating.

“Dixie, listen very carefully. I don't know what you are thinking, but last night didn't mean a thing. It was a lesson. A very sexy lesson, sure....” his eyes traveled down to my breasts, “you have an amazing body that I very much enjoyed fucking.” His eyes met mine again, the seriousness undeniable. “But it's never going to happen again. I was just teaching you a lesson. I hope you learned it. You shouldn't be following people. The next time I catch you following me, I won't be so nice.” River leaned down, brushed his lips against mine lightly and stood back up. “Now, get dressed and get out of here.”

The finality of his words hit me like a brick. Immediately stricken by misery, I understood there was nothing I could do or say to change his mind.

I turned away, leaving him in his bedroom without another word. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and as I walked out of his front door with Colby, I held back my hot, frustrated tears. The last thing I needed was for them to see me cry.

Colby was a gentleman and graciously walked me to my car, sending me on my way with a hug and a gentlemanly kiss on the cheek. Although I had just had sex with him, I didn't feel the same way about him that I did River. Something about the way I felt in my gut when River looked at me took away all my resolve and made me want to give up everything for him.

CHAPTER NINE

As I drove myself home, I used the time to appropriately berate myself for ever following him in the first place, for having the gall to follow him to his home and then be stupid enough to get out of my car and look in his windows. I was lucky to be alive, and yet all traces of fear were still gone. Sure, they were dangerous and everyone else in town was afraid of them. But all I could think about was the way River's skin felt sliding against me as he mounted me over and over. All I could do was smell his sweat, still covering my unshowered skin and my insides melted.

As I pulled into my driveway, I realized I was in deep shit.

I had one job now. And that was to keep my obsession with River at bay. Anytime his lust-filled face crossed my mind, I would just have to replace it with the hard look in his eyes as he told me to leave.

Simple, right? Right.

Hell no. Not right at all. I knew myself better than anyone and I knew this was not going to be an easy task.

Walking into my house, I went straight to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I stripped out of my clothes and looked at my red, ravaged skin. A slow smile spread across my face and as I stepped into the shower, soaping up my sore nipples and pussy, I realized that I finally felt like a woman. I felt wanted, sexy, desired. Sure, maybe what I had done was just a little bit crazy, but I didn't care. The end result was delicious and I knew, deep in the back of my scheming mind, that although River thought our time together had ended, we were just beginning.

He just needed some time to get used to the idea of me. So, I would give him some time, and then if he needed some convincing...well I would have to figure out exactly how to do that.

I spent my day blissfully lounging around the house, reading, snacking and cleaning, with intermittent breaks of lying in my bed and replaying the events of last night as I tried unsuccessfully to meet the growing frustration and yearning that had taken over my body. I was sore, but the extra sensitivity only served to increase my appetite and frustration. I finally drifted off to sleep for the night with River's ocean blue eyes swimming through my dreams.

CHAPTER TEN

“To be the object of someone's obsession is horrible.”

~Tippi Hedren

The next day, I woke up before dawn, unable to sleep, having fitful dreams that kept me tossing and turning all night. Finally, I gave up, made coffee and sat at my computer, trying to write about everything that had happened in the last 48 hours. The words flowed out of me like a river. Before the sun had risen, I had written ten pages of notes, mingling fictional events with the delicious real events that had occurred and putting them down on paper as a coarse outline for what would later become a very saucy story. I was pleased and satisfied as I made another pot of coffee and spent a few extra minutes getting ready.

I pulled on one of my favorite dresses, the tight red floral one that my dear Mama had told me looked too slutty when she first saw it. I made a point not to wear it after that, but I was feeling a little extra boost of confidence, and a girl never knew who she was going to run into, you know? So I pulled it out of the back of my closet. It hugged my curves perfectly, showing off every inch of my rounded hips and full breasts. I added a pair of black suede ''fuck me'' pumps that I had bought on a whim years ago and hoped like hell that nobody walked into my shop today and wanted their hair cut. Standing in them all day would not be easy. Actually, I would be extremely lucky if I didn't break my neck.

And then – I spotted the wig. I had a long, blonde wig in the very back of my closet. A friend had given it to me as a prop for a Halloween costume, and I had kept it for years. Surprisingly, it looked very real. As I was tucking my long, black curls into it, a new plan started to form in my mind. I applied my makeup to match my new hairstyle, and I took a few minutes to admire myself in the mirror.

I looked like a completely different person. A sexy person. And that was exactly how I felt, as well. I had felt dead sexy since my encounter with the bikers. If this is what being a slut felt like, I liked it! And today, I even looked the part. If River saw me like this, and he still didn't want me? Well then I was sure I would find someone else who did. Why did I need to spend my life alone?

So, that was it. I decided to go to work looking like this. No more frumpy clothes for me! If I was lucky, I wouldn't be the only one who got a chance to appreciate my new look!

Walking into my shop, I couldn't help but stare across the street to the motorcycle shop. It was early, and everything was quiet over there. As I turned on the lights and the radio, my usual routine, I looked around at the changes I had made the last time I was here. I hadn't been in since I followed River home, and to be honest, I hadn't given the shop much thought at all. Sure, I had moved some furniture around and done some extra cleaning, but it was still pretty boring. What I needed was a sale or a brand or some sort of marketing ploy to lure customers in.

Maybe I could give out coupons for a shave, a cut and a beard with a free blow job to River and his crew? I giggled at my silly thought, even as I felt the wetness seeping out of me. I had neglected to put on underwear, a secret reminder to myself to embrace my sexiness.

I knew I should do something soon to drum up business, but it was honestly the last thing I could focus on. Throughout the day, I kept finding myself standing in front of the window, staring yearningly across the street for any sign of River. He didn't show up until well after two in the afternoon, and I jumped up anxiously from my chair as soon as I heard his motorcycle roar down the street. Before I knew what I was doing, I had flung myself out the front door and began frantically waving at him.

Frantically waving like a damned lunatic, that is.

He drove past me as if he didn't even seen me, completely oblivious to my presence, leaving me standing on the sidewalk with my hand in the air and a stupid grin plastered across my face. I dropped my hand and ran back inside, nearly tripping over the threshold in my ridiculous stilettos.

Way to be cool, Dixie.

I watched from the window, hoping to see what he might be up to, or if he might look my way, but he had driven all the way into the back of the shop and completely out of my view. I'd like to say I only watched for a few minutes, but the honest truth is that I sat in the waiting area right in front of the window for the rest of the afternoon, absentmindedly thumbing through a gossip magazine and looking up every few minutes for any glimpse of his tight ass. I was hoping to at least see him walk across the parking lot – anything! - just another peek of him. But it didn't happen.

When closing time rolled around, again without one customer all day, I lingered a little longer than I normally would to turn everything off. When I finally made it out to my car, I was still hoping there would be some sort of action across the street. It had been so quiet all day, one of the quietest I had observed in my many days of watching them. I drove away disappointed, and tried to soothe my broken spirit with the promise that something might happen tomorrow.