“AnywhereButHere”—AaronLewis
As I pounded into Cookie, I gripped her hips hard. My fingers dug into her creamy flesh. Phoenix was groaning with his head thrown back as she sucked his cock like she had zero gag reflex.
When I was buried balls deep in hot, tight pussy, I could shed all the memories that plagued me every day. The ones that lingered in the periphery of my subconscious, waiting for me to slip up and think too much.
“Fuuuuck, Cookie. I’m gonna come. You swallow every fucking drop like a good girl,” Phoenix said. She moaned around his cock, and that was all it took. As he was shooting his load down her throat, I gritted my teeth, rammed my cock deep, and filled the condom until I thought it might overflow.
With my fingers gripping the base of the rubber, I pulled out and smacked her pale ass. She giggled as she gave a last lick to Phoenix’s dick like it was a freaking popsicle.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Cookie,” he huffed, trying to catch his breath. “You’re like a goddamn Hoover.”
She chuckled as she licked her lips. The girl loved sex, and not a damn one of us were complaining. Well, not the single ones anyway.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Phoenix,” she said with a coy grin as she climbed off the bed. “Now, you two need to get the hell out. I need to get ready for my shift.”
“Yes, boss,” Phoenix teased as he tucked his shit away.
She turned back to us and smirked at Phoenix. “Mmm, you’re gonna let me be the boss? Does that mean I can tie you up?”
Phoenix laughed. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”
“Hmm, we shall see,” she said with a wink before she closed the bathroom door.
“Holy shit,” he said as he pulled his shirt back on and scratched his short beard.
“You can say that again,” I said with a grin. “Let’s go. We have a bike to deliver.”
My life was perfect. I had free and willing pussy whenever I wanted it, brothers who would lay down their lives for me, and two wheels on the asphalt whenever I needed it. What more could I ask for?
Oh, yeah, maybe to quit thinking I saw Lila around every fucking corner. It had been twelve goddamn years. Like I said, those sonofabitchin’ memories.
This was worse though. It was like her ghost was haunting me lately, and it was slowly driving me insane. Everywhere I went, I thought I saw her. Maybe it was time to take my annual trip to Savannah to visit Griz—and her grave on the way home. Except it was getting harder and harder. Time was supposed to lessen the pain, but in this case, it seemed to grow exponentially each year.
Yeah, there was that.
“Goddamn it, why is it so fucking cold?” I complained as Phoenix, Chains, Angel, and I went into the liquor store. It was only October, and it should be warmer than that shit.
“You’re such a pussy,” Angel teased, and I flipped him off. “Snuggle with Phoenix. He’ll warm you up.”
Phoenix was walking ahead of us and lifted both middle fingers.
We were having a party to celebrate Hawk’s birthday. It was our job to pick up the alcohol. We had delivered a bike down in Des Moines, so we stopped there to pick shit up.
“What all is on the list? Are we gonna need another cart?” I asked as I grabbed one and started pushing it down the first aisle.
“Probably, but let’s see how much we can fit in here first,” Chains said as he started listing the shit we needed. Bottle after bottle went in the cart. A couple cases of beer went underneath. Phoenix, Angel, and Chains each had two cases apiece.
“Huh, guess one cart was good,” I said with a grin.
We paid for everything and brought it out to Angel’s truck. Once it was all loaded up, I paused. “I need to run into the grocery store next door.”
“I gotta grab some shit too,” Phoenix said.
“Hurry up,” Angel said as he and Chains climbed in the truck.
We went through the automatic doors and split up.
I stood at the condom display, trying to decide on colors or ribbed. “Fuck it, I’ll get both. It’ll always be a surprise.”