Chapter 7
It was noon when we left. This was the longest stretch of time I’d ever been on a motorcycle. I left everything at home, not wanting a moment’s distraction on my date with Colt. I felt free, not slaving to my email and text messages, but instead savoring the plethora of sensations my body was introduced to on the back of his bike. There wasn’t anything but the open road laying in front of us, that and our burgeoning love which road shotgun.
On the back of a motorcycle you don’t just see the scenery changing like you do through the windshield of a car, you feel it. The desert was hot, the air dry and inhospitable. Soon we broke free of it and headed into a valley. Here the scenery was green and lush, the air warm and humid. Passed that were the mountains separating us from the coast. He kept off the highways and stayed on the small winding roads, thrilling me with his prowess over his bike. I stayed locked to his body, a death grip wrapped around his chest. He liked it that way.
He pulled up to a stop sign and made a right onto Kanan Dume Road, a winding thoroughfare that cut through the Santa Monica Mountains toward the Pacific Ocean. He turned his head back. “We’re almost there baby, just a few more miles of open road.”
He gunned the accelerator through tunnels bored into the mountains, letting the bike coast down hills as we ripped past slower vehicles that kept right. Mansions studded the hills left and right. It was a place of exquisite beauty. He finally came to a stop near an intersection, the light turned green and he went right. Not a moment later the pearlescent sparkle of the ocean was in front of me, the sound of the waves crashing just loud enough to be audible over the motorcycle’s engine. He pulled to the side of the road and stopped. He held my hand as he got off.
He looked toward the ocean. “Isn’t it just a thing of beauty?”
The scent of the ocean surrounded me, the mist of the crashing waves lightly coating my skin. “It’s amazing, Colt.”
We walked closer, toward the sand and the crashing of the waves grew louder. The sun was like a ball of molten lava, distorted by the atmosphere and sinking fast in the horizon, lighting up the sky with gradients of purple, red and orange.
He smiled at me. “We’re just in time.”
“In time for what?”
He pointed toward the horizon. “The sunset.”
“Thank you for this, Colt. I needed it. I’ve been so stressed out lately.”
He placed his arms around me, and I laid my head on his shoulders. “I’m glad you like it. One day I hope that we could do this all the time. Take all the money I’ve made and buy a house up in these hills overlooking the ocean. It’s always been a dream of mine, since the very beginning. But then again, I’m an outlaw.”
“You can do whatever you want. Your future is up to you, you aren’t a slave to the outlaw life. If you want to break free you can.”
“I don’t want to break free. I love my club, and I love the life but sometimes it gets too hot, like right now. It’s too dangerous and I need to change that direction or we’re all going to suffer.”
I nodded. “I understand.”
The sun sunk behind the horizon, the entire sky was now blazed by the sunset. There was no one around us. The lifeguard tower to my right was empty, the food stand to my left, long deserted for the night.
He sat with his legs over a concrete barrier and I slipped my way between them, looking up at his face. I rubbed his dick, feeling it stiffen in his jeans. He moaned out, but quickly shut himself up as woman walking her dog, slipped passed us on the concrete path bordering the ocean.
I laughed. “Think you can keep from squirming while I finish you off?”
He looked down at me. “I don’t know Jessie, you’ve sure got talented hands.”
I unzipped his pants and pulled the warmth of his dick into my hands, finally placing it into my mouth. It made me so hot and wet to know that I was getting him off in public like this. I bobbed up and down with the crashing of the waves as he moaned.
“Stop,” he said. “I’m gunna go.”
I looked up at him. “Go in my mouth baby, it’s ok.”
And go he did, filling my mouth with cum. I was so wet. I wanted him to fuck me from behind. But there were just enough houses that overlooked the ocean to make me uncomfortable, even as the darkness of night eclipsed the light. I stood up between his legs, giving him just enough privacy to put his dick back in his pants and zip them up.
Colt grabbed my shoulders, massaging them. “What about you? Aren’t you horny? I don’t want to be a greedy lover.”
“Don’t worry about me baby, you’ve done enough. All those homes could see us fucking.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “So. I don’t mind. Let them watch.”
He let his hand slip under my shirt, rubbing my breasts. What did I care? This was a once in a lifetime moment, and I wanted to scream. “Take me, Colt. Take me right here and now before I change my mind.”
I turned around and leaned forward, staring at the ocean as he pulled my jeans down. Somehow I knew that the orgasm that resulted from this encounter would make all other orgasms pale in comparison. He placed his hands around my waist, lifting me up just enough to align his raging hard dick with my vagina. “Do it baby, fuck me,” I said, ravenous.
The waves crashed in front of me, and Colt pounded me from behind. He was like the energizer bunny, delivering thrust after thrust of orgasmic pleasure. I dropped to my knees like an animal. My hands gripping the sand as he took my doggystyle. I just about howled at the fast rising moon as I came, screaming into the night as his hard dick ravaged my insides.
I looked back to see his face tight. “Come in me, baby. Don’t stop until you go. I want to feel it.”
He thrust harder, faster, eventually letting out a deep, sensual moan as he deposited another load of cum in my pussy. I collapsed into the sand. “Oh my God, Colt. That was fucking incredible.”
I slowly rose, turning to face him as I regained my breath. “I don’t want to leave this place,” I said.
The moon was in full bloom, lighting the waves with sparkles of light. The stars that were hiding came out, like pin pricks of light amongst a dark blanket.
He kissed me, “Neither do I, baby. I want to stay here forever, with you. I have an idea.”
I loved his ideas. They made me excited. “Yea? Tell me.”
“Let’s get one of those shitty motels on PCH for the night. We can make love to our hearts content and wake to the sound of the ocean and a fresh cup of coffee. What do you think?”
I melted inside. “How could I say no to that?”
He smirked. “You can’t, that’s the point.”
We walked along the beach holding hands, both of our legs still shaking from the orgasm we shared.
“You know I was born near a place like this?” I said.
“Yea, where?”
“Eureka, a small ocean city in Northern California. My dad got laid off at a lumber mill and moved us all to the east coast where he took a job as a contractor, building homes.”
“Ouch. Big move,” he said.
“Yea. It was. I’ve missed the ocean, too afraid that if I saw it I would think about my father and his tragic death at the hands of a murderous gang who robbed him for copper pipe. But now that I’m here I don’t feel like that. I feel good. I feel free.”
“That’s awful Jessie,” he pulled me close. “What about your mom?”
“She passed from breast cancer not long after. I’m still not over it. She was too young to die, and I’m too damn young to have both my parents gone. Christ I’m only thirty years old and I’ve got nothing but my job and at this point in time, you.”
“I guess we have a lot in common then,” he said, still holding me tightly as the cool air from the night made me shiver.
There was a moment of silence as we walked. I didn’t tell him that my father’s death is what made me sign up for the FBI. Or that my mother’s cancer was actually a suicide, brought on by the death of my father, and that my tw
o brothers, both younger, fell on hard times after they used drugs, namely heroin, to escape the pain of the loss of our parents. No, I didn’t tell him any of that. Those secrets were best kept under wraps.
We walked back toward his bike, but just as we were about to get back on and head to the Inn on PCH, the roar of a pack of motorcycles rumbled down the highway, their lights blinding us. They passed us by, but Colt stared intently at the cuts of the riders, trying to determine what crew he’d just seen buzz by.
He panicked. “Shit, get on!” he said.
I was scared, my hands starting to shake. “What? Why?”
“It’s the Persian Kings,” he said. “Brutal sons-of-bitches in the heroin and murder-for-hire game. We’ve gotta roll sweetheart. Hold on tight.”
I jumped on the back, circling my arms around him once more. I didn’t care who those men were; I knew Colt would keep me safe. He let the engine rip and bolted up PCH. I looked back to find the motorcycle gang turning around. They were coming after us.
Colt swerved through traffic, navigating the cars on the freeway with expert skill, but as he approached a curve in the road, and oncoming van swerved ninety degrees, sending tire smoke into the air, blocking traffic in both directions.
The entire crew of the Persian Kings had caught up behind us. The side of the van opened in front of us to reveal more Persian Kings. A man in a red leather cut walked out, his black hair, tied into a ponytail, hung down his back.
Colt revved his engine, looking at him. “If it isn’t Lawrence of Arabia. I thought it was you, I could smell the garlic on your breath as you dove by.”
Lawrence laughed. “You’re a funny man, Colt. What did I tell you about the coast? You don’t belong here you white trash piece of shit.”
Colt responded. “I’m not selling drugs or making deals, just on a ride with my girlfriend. Let us go, we don’t want trouble with the Kings.”
Lawrence walked up to us, pulling a gun and aiming it at Colt’s head. “Get off your bike, Colt, and do it now.”
Colt flipped his bike’s kickstand, itching to pull out his gun from his vest but to do so would mean certain death. I followed him. Lawrence walked up to me. “And what do we have here? Is this another one of your white trash bitches?” He smacked me across the face with the handle of his gun, drawing blood that ran off my chin.
Colt pulled his gun. “Apologize!” It was stand off.
He quickly realized that the rest of the Persian Kings now had their guns drawn and pointed at us. “Drop it,” Lawrence said. “I’ll kill you both and you of all people know that the Persian Kings don’t fuck around.”
“Ok,” Colt said, realizing he’d been beat. “Do whatever you want to me but leave the woman alone. She’s got no beef with you.”
He smiled. “Na, I don’t think so. Word has it you hit the Vatos Locos real bad the other day. Cleaned out their government and left their organization in a tail spin.”
“Yea and what of it? They were set to ambush us. It was us or them, you’ve got to understand that, Lawrence.”
He laughed. “Word on the street also says you picked off a couple million in cash after you raided their clubhouse in Ridgecrest. Now that’s a cold-hearted move, Colt. And I’m sure you are aware that the VLMC and the PKMC had a distribution deal for methamphetamine and heroin. So by logical deduction, and the way I’m seeing things, you owe us money. And it’s high time to pay.”
“I don’t owe you shit, asshole.”
Lawrence walked up to Colt, striking him with his fist. “Wrong answer.”
Colt fought back, swinging at Lawrence, but was overcome by a crowd of Persian Kings, holding his hands behind his back.
Lawrence signaled to two of his men who walked toward me and grabbed my arms. “Take her away. We’ll see how much Colt values her life.”
“Let her go you fucking monster!” They struck him again, knocking him unconscious, his body collapsing to the hard asphalt of the road.
The dragged me to the van, throwing me inside and slamming the doors shut. Inside were three Persian Kings, one of them tying up my ankles and wrists in duct tape, leaving me bound and unable to move. The driver stepped on the gas, righting his vehicle and heading down PCH, the rumble of the Persian Kings motorcycles behind him as they took me to an undisclosed location.
I looked up at the man. “You have no fucking clue who you’re dealing with, do you?”
He smacked me across the face. “A dead bitch if you don’t keep your mouth shut.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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