Wanted: County Knights MC (2 page)

CHAPTER TWO
Jackson
 

              Ever since I took over the garage, business doubled. Buying the run down station from that old man Nickels had been the smartest decision I made in years. Working for other assholes and letting them reap all the reward for my hard work didn’t work for me, especially when most of them wanted me to bow down and kiss their feet for even giving an ex-con like me a shot. Fuck that, and fuck them.

              “Jackson! Got another one for you,” Tony called from the front seat of his truck. I waved him in and he pulled around the back. Most tow truck drivers worked for a single garage, going on a call when one came in. Not Tony. He liked being a “freelancer.” Whatever the fuck that meant in the mechanics world.

              I took a quick look at the run down Honda he pulled behind his truck and shook my head. Whoever drove that car had run the poor thing into the ground. Rust spots on the back hood, the door to the gas tank wasn’t original, it had been pieced back together. Who knew what I would find under the hood once I got her up on the lift.

              “Where’d you get this piece of shit?” I tapped on the hood as Tony hopped out of his truck.

              “Some hot chick a few blocks away. Called in a dead battery. I tried jumping it, but still wouldn’t turn.”

              “Ah, damsel in distress?” I looked over at the cab of his truck. “Where is she? You have her tied up in your truck?”

              Tony shook his head. If the chick wasn’t with him, it wasn’t by his choice. “That’s more your game anyway.” He winked and started unhooking the car. “Said she had to run to school or something.”

              I laughed. “Going for them young now?”

              “UIC, you prick,” he called from behind the car. “Her info’s on the dash. Said she’d be here this afternoon. Real tight, that one, wound up good.” Every woman who turned Tony down had something wrong with them, according to Tony. 

              “Thanks.” I reached in the front window and pulled out the paper with her contact info on it. I read the name on the invoice and my heart squealed to a stop. Anna Neilsen. No way it was her. After all those years of staying clear of her, no way her car ended up in my shop. Just a coincidence. My Anna would have been done with college two years ago. No way this was my Anna. 

              I dragged my hand through my short cropped hair. Fuck. She wasn’t mine anymore. Hadn’t been for seven years. I walked away from her, from that place. Nothing had ever been harder to do than decide not to go back after juvie finally released me. I could have. My dad would have let me go home, had even asked me to move in with him, but I couldn’t. I needed space between that past and my future. By the time I was released, Anna’s mom had gotten rid of that asshole drunk of a husband. She was safe enough. My going back would only bring trouble with me, and Anna needed to get clear of trouble. She had had enough of that shit growing up.

              I kept tabs on her for a few years, made sure she wasn’t getting into shit like her mom did. Once I heard she’d gotten a scholarship to college, I had made my decision to let her be. Last I heard she had moved into the city somewhere. Like me, she didn’t keep up with the old neighborhood. No, this Anna had to be a different one.

              “You okay, man?” Tony waved an oil stained hand in front of my face. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

              “This chick. What did she look like?” I couldn’t help myself. I needed to be sure.

              “I dunno. Hot. Tight ass, nice tits.”

              “Fuckin’ perv. What color hair?” I almost laughed at his description. If Tony ever had to be a key witness to any crime the only thing he would ever be able to give the prosecution would be the cup size of the girl involved.

              “Oh.” His eyes squinted as though thinking was that hard for him to do.

              I did laugh then. “Never mind. Your eyes never left her ass.” 

              “If you had seen it, yours wouldn’t have either.” He gave me a light shove then headed back to his truck. “See you at Vinny’s on Saturday. Poker, ten o’clock. His girl’s gonna make snacks.” Vinny’s wife owned a food truck, the kind that sat in a parking lot all day feeding the machine workers at the factories. Her tamales couldn’t be beat. 

              “Yeah, see you then.” I headed back into the shop, determined to forget the name Anna Neilsen.  I’d spent the last seven years trying to forget her.

***

Sure fire way to get a woman off your mind, get another woman. Tracy, an old flame that never quite fizzled out all the way, walked into my office sometime after lunch. Her car needed an oil change, no problem. Jerry would have it done in no time. 

              “Since when do I have to sit in the waiting room?” She smiled at me from my office doorway. I raised an eyebrow at her and took my time taking in her body. Her tits overflowed my hands, and took a lot of punishment from me when I found myself in the mood. The low cut tank top didn’t even try to hide them, and the too short tennis skirt gave me more than a little wood looking at her ass when she turned around to shut my door.

              “Maybe I’m busy.” I leaned back in my chair, rolling away from desk to give her room to slide in.  Her red hair had been pulled up into some tight bun thing on top of her head, but being the good girl she could be when she wanted to be, she pulled it down for me, letting it flow over her shoulders.  Hopping on my desk, she planted her feet on the arms of my chair. Both capturing me and giving me a sweet view of her pussy.  “No panties?”

              “Figured why waste the time.” She moved her hands down her legs, smoothing down her skirt just until she reached the hem and pulled it up, exposing herself completely.

              “Smart thinking.” I gave her a wink and leaned forward. Not moving her feet from my chair, I grabbed her waist and pulled her hard to the edge of my desk. Bringing her pussy right to my mouth, I dove in. Licking her, tasting her. Her hands wove into my hair, but I pushed them away. She knew better than that, and didn’t try again to control my movements. 

              Spreading her pussy lips, her clit come into view from its hiding place. I’d get her off in a just a few seconds, sucking that clit would drive Tracy wild. Always did. I’d let her come, then I’d fuck her hard. I needed the release. The fast and hard fuck would clear my head.

              “Fuck, Jackson.” Her hands gripped the side of my desk, her hips pushed up at me, a silent plea for more. “Goddamn. Fuck.” Her thighs started to tremble, she was close. Pushing three fingers into her wet pussy she came unleashed. Each breath accompanied another curse, another plea. “Cock. I want your cock, please, Jackson.”

              Standing up, I kicked my chair away and grabbed a condom from the top drawer of my desk.  Tracy wasn’t the only girl who hated waiting in the public room. She licked her swollen lips watching me roll the condom down my cock. “Goddamn, I love that thing.” Her hand reached out to wrap around my dick, but I slapped her hand away.

              “Not today.” Without another word, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, yanking them apart and up as I drove into her hard. She gasped, but wasn’t put out, she knew what kind of fucking she’d get when she walked into my office, it was that kind that she came looking for. “Show me those tits.”

              She pulled her tank up, letting her bare tits bounce freely. No bra. This girl wanted it bad. Letting go of one leg, I grabbed her tit, squeezing it hard until she arched her back up at me and squealed. That sound…that fucking beautiful sound. My cock plunged into her harder. Taking her nipple between my fingers, I twisted it this way and that until she was writhing beneath my grip.

              “Please. Please,” she begged, but not for me to release her. No, she wanted to fucking come. “Dammit, please.”

              The desk scrapped against the floor of the office. I released her tit and moved to her clit.  If she thought she was close before, she would be surprised. I pressed the pad of my thumb down on her swollen clit and she nearly bucked off the desk, taking my cock deeper into her pussy. “That’s it. There it is. You wanna come?” I continued to stroke her, letting her lead me to my own release. 

              “Fuck yes. Jackson. Please. No more teasing.” She gripped my forearms hard. I pushed her legs over my shoulders, making her pussy even tighter around my cock.

              “Come for me, then.” I watched her face as she tried to scream out her orgasm. Not a sound. Just an open mouth ready to belt out her pleasure, frozen. I could feel her pussy pulsating around my dick and plowed into her even harder, not giving a fuck that the desk had worked its way a few feet away from where we started. The harder I pounded her, the harder she gripped my arms. The slight mixture of pain from her nails mingling with the tightness of her pussy threw me over the edge. 

              I pumped two more times into her, then froze. Letting the waves of my orgasm carry me away.

              “Fuck, Jackson.” Her heavy breathing started to slow while she lay on my desk, crushing my papers beneath her.

              I pulled away from her, yanking the condom off and tossing it into the trash can. Once she hopped off my desk, I turned back to her, dick already put away, and sat back down in my chair. Trying to catch my breath.  

              She righted her shirt and smoothed down her skirt. “I heard Tony’s gonna bring a girl to the poker game on Saturday.” I hadn’t heard that, but he probably was. That guy couldn’t go a day without a new chick to bone, not that I had a problem with that. I supported his ruling on keeping women on his dick then letting them go free. I didn’t run as quick of a turnstile as he did, but fast enough to keep my cock well serviced and the rest of my life free of drama. “Maybe she could use some company.”

              I checked my phone for messages, and ignored Tracy’s comment. Fishing for an invite wasn’t going to get her anything but a world of disappointment. 

              “Watching you guys play poker all night maybe would spark some other fun.” Going for the balls, the only way she knew how to get what she wanted.

              “Maybe. I’m sure Tony could use a second girl for his arm. Just give him a call.” I tossed the phone on my desk and pretended not to see the flash of anger in her eyes. It wasn’t my fault. I never gave her a line. I didn’t do long term, fuck, I barely did short term. A few dates, maybe, several fucks, hell yeah, but never would I stick around long enough to get invested in a woman. That spelled trouble. And I’d had enough of that shit already.

              My office door swung open and Jerry popped his head through the opening. He noticed Tracy, but ignored her. “That Honda’s ready for you.”

              “Thanks.” I waved him off and retied my boot that had come loose. When I walked past Tracy, still looking more like slapping me than kissing me, I gave her a peck on the cheek. “Didn’t think to lock the door when you came looking for your fuck?” Pleased with the proper caliber of humility in her expression, I left her in my office to finish the Honda.

***

              The summer heat wouldn’t let up. Even with the industrial fans and garage air conditioners, the shop acted more like a furnace then a work place. The Honda had proven to have more than just a quick fix. The alternator had blown and the AC was completely out.  

              Jerry had called the owner to get her okay on getting the repairs underway. I wanted to call, to see if that voice would strum a memory for me, but I forced myself not to. I had to forget her. I had to remember why staying away was best for her. The sort of life I found after getting out of juvie for beating that prick of a step-brother of hers didn’t include her. It was too rough, too hard for a soft girl like Anna. If the Honda belonged to her, I didn’t want to know. 

              The plan was to fix the car and hide myself in the back office until it was picked up. No need to put eyes on something I couldn’t have. In case it was her.