Betrayed (3 page)

He became hard and erect, pushing himself against her and driving them both more deeply into an unbridled passion. He wanted to feel  the depths of her femininity, exploring the most private and giving part of her with the most shameless and greedy part of himself. But he hesitated. He wasn’t sure if she was ready yet – or if he was.

Ginger was filled with desire, almost feeling weightless from a kind of arousal her body hadn’t felt in a long time.
Maybe,
she thought,
I go slowly with other men because they don’t arouse my instincts and desires.
Tonight, however, she wanted more. Tonight there would be no limits; she already knew that she would go as far as this man would take her.

Justin’s fingers traveled more quickly now and with more purpose under the loose fabric of Ginger’s blouse towards her tingling breast. She could feel his huge hand cup her bra as his fingertips lightly brushed the top of her right breast. Then his large firm hand dove skillfully inside her bra, caressing her full breast gently yet completely. She leaned forward with her shoulder, telling him silently to reach behind her and undo her bra strap. A single moment later the job was done. With just the two fingers and thumb of one hand he deftly slid both hooks loose in a single movement and then went to claim the treasure he had uncovered.

Her pleasure spot pulsed with anticipation and desire, and she slowly slid her leg over Justin’s so she could press herself against his muscular thigh. The thrust of her hips against his leg matched the thrust of Justin’s tongue and the gripping of his hand, sending electrical jolts shooting down her limbs and up towards her firm, aching nipples.

Justin could feel the heat as well, and slid his hand very briefly to the warm damp area of his deepest desire. Ginger moaned her approval of his exploration. His hard love tool was ready for business, and he ached with a craving to have this woman completely, this woman who had mesmerized him so. He leaned back slightly. He gripped the base of her blouse and looked in her eyes as he pulled the flimsy fabric over her head.

She had nodded her consent, but his natural instincts had already told him that this woman was his for the taking now. He snapped the inside-out blouse in the air, returning it to its proper state and laid it respectfully over the back of the sofa as Ginger cast her bra aside recklessly. She pulled Justin’s T-shirt off and looked breathlessly at the large, gorgeous man in front of her. His bare chest and ripped abs were savage and pristine, untouched by scars or tattoos.

She smiled slightly as she thought that this animal, if untamed, could pull her arms and legs off. Then she pulled him close, both of them enjoying the thrill of skin-to-skin full-frontal contact as she pulled him on top of her and fell to her back in a passionate love embrace.

At that moment Justin’s cell phone buzzed. He’d set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and it bounced on the wood top as it vibrated. Justin stopped and looked at the annoying device, trying to ignore it. But he was intent on his mission and went back in for another kiss and felt around for the zipper on her pants.

A few seconds later they heard the tone indicating that a message had been recorded. Justin was distracted now, thinking about his father’s poor health. What if something was wrong? Ginger didn’t lose a beat as their hunger for each other grew, and she bravely squeezed his aroused manhood beneath his jeans. It was as hard as steel. The culmination of Justin’s desires was literally at his fingertips, and he put one arm under each of Ginger’s knees. Still clothed from the waist down, he rubbed his aching crotch against hers as she moaned with delight and pulled his head towards her breasts.

Suddenly the insistent phone chirped again. Justin halted his kisses and paused.

“I hate to stop,” he whispered, “but my dad is in a bad way, and I should check to see if it’s him.”

“Of course, Justin.” Ginger sat up and fixed her hair , taking Justin’s arm in both of hers and pressing her breast against him. He leaned over to pick up his phone. It was Big Red, so he tapped the screen with his finger.

“Hello.”

Big Red’s voice was weak and frantic. “Justin, your sister is missing. Aaron just called, and he can’t find her. Her car’s not at home either. He’s been calling and calling her cell and no answer.” Big Red sounded frightened, and Justin knew he shouldn’t be stressed like this.

“Dad, where are you?”

“I’m at the club with Trick and Merlin. I sent one of the prospects to go and stay with Aaron until I could get a hold of you.”

“Why is he just now calling about her?” Justin looked at his watch. It was 8 p.m.

“He just got home. He went to a friend’s house for dinner. He already okayed it with Amy last night.”

Justin could tell his old man was getting more upset by the minute.

“Okay, Dad, I’m on my way.” Justin stood up and looked at Ginger.

She heard the conversation and knew something was terribly wrong.

He extended his hand to her and pulled her to her feet as if she had no weight at all. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.” He put one of his hands on each of her arms and then pulled their bodies close for one more brief moment of electricity.

“Of course. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not at the moment, but thank you.” He handed her the neatly strewn blouse and slid into his T-shirt as she kicked her bra under the couch. “I had a wonderful time tonight, Ginger.”

She reluctantly put her top back on. “I did too. But now go…find out what’s going on.” She could tell by his worried face that something wasn’t right.

Justin leaned over and gave her a quick kiss goodbye and then walked out the door. Ginger held her fingers to her lips. The flame was now an ember. She was worried. Something didn’t feel right, but she had no idea just how bad things would get.

Chapter Four

When Justin entered the clubhouse, his dad was surrounded by Lily, Connor, Trick, Merlin, Tank, and two of the prospects. Old ladies and a few other club members sat at the bar or the tables.

“What do you know,” Justin asked.

“Not any more than I already told you on the phone,” Big Red replied. His face was pale and Justin was worried about both him and Amy.

“What about work? Has anybody called them to see if she made it there today?”

“I tried, Justin,” Lily answered, “but their offices are closed.”

“We’ve got men out combing the streets looking for her car,” Connor answered.

Justin walked over to him and slapped him on the shoulder. “Thanks brother.”

“I think we better call the cops and let them in on this,” Justin said.

“Don’t you have to wait 24 hours?” Big Red said. “By all means
yes
, let’s call them, but I thought they wouldn’t do anything for 24 hours.”

“She wouldn’t just up and leave her son. Besides, we need to find out from her boss if she was at work today, and the cops can get a hold of someone faster than we can,” Justin said as he paced the floor.

“I’ll make the call,” Lily said. She could tell Big Red was too emotional to do it, and Justin and Connor needed to talk to the rest of the club about their next plan of action.

“Thanks, babe,” Connor replied. “So what’s the plan? I’ve already got four of our guys combing both the northeast and south parts of town. We can take the west since it’s a larger area if you want.”

Justin motioned for the group to follow him away from his father. He was upset enough and didn’t want to talk about a search group around him.

“Yeah, that sounds good. We all know what she drives right?” Everyone nodded.

At that moment Lily interrupted. “The police are sending a car down to get some information.”

“Okay, good. Dad has a recent picture of her in his wallet. Lily, did you try the hospitals? I can’t believe I forgot that.”

“Yes, I did. No word.”

“Thanks, hon. At least that’s good news…I hope. All right, let’s get going. Lily, you’ll stay with Dad, right?”

“Of course.”

The night didn’t produce anything much in the way of information about what might have happened to Amy. The police came, obtained the picture of Amy from Big Red, and put out an APB on her plates. After the police left, Lily phoned Connor to tell him she was taking Big Red over to Amy’s house to be with Aaron. Connor said he and Justin would meet them there in a few more hours.

Most of the WWMC members were out on their bikes, despite the cold weather. Connor and Justin took the SUV so they could discuss possible ideas and theories about what might have happened to Amy.

“She’s got this new boyfriend,” Connor said.

“Really? I didn’t know she was dating anyone.”

“It’s not been long; just a few times. At least that’s what she told Lily. But nobody knows much about him. You don’t think he could have taken her?”

“Fuck, I don’t know what to think.” Justin said as he gripped the steering wheel. “All I know is she would never leave Aaron or keep us hanging like this. Somehow she’s not able to call us. Whether that means she’s lost or hurt, I don’t know.”

Justin didn’t want to allow another scenario to enter his mind. He blocked it out, unwilling to think that anything bad had happened to her. Amy was his little sister. She looked up to him, and he protected her. She was also his confidante. He was close to Connor, like a brother, but not enough to confide in him about certain things. He could tell Amy anything, and she was never judgmental. In fact, she was level headed and wouldn’t sugar coat things just because he was her brother. She told him how it was, and he respected her for it. She also kept him up to date with her life…which made it odd that he didn’t know about this new boyfriend.

They searched everywhere they could think of for several hours, but without any leads it was like looking for a black jellybean in a coal bin at midnight. They were discouraged and exhausted.

“Let’s get back to Amy’s house and see what the police told them,” Justin said making a U-turn in the street.

As they swung into Amy’s driveway, Justin could see several motorcycles parked on the street including Lily’s car. He hoped that meant she was home now. When Justin opened the door to the house, Aaron launched from the couch and into his arms. He knew there had been no good news.

“I’m worried about Mom,” he said. “You have to find her and bring her home.” He squeezed his uncle harder now, and Justin could feel the boy’s desperation.

“It’ll be alright, Aaron. I promise we’ll find her,” Justin said as he ruffled Aaron’s hair.

“That’s what I’ve been telling him,” Big Red replied with a husky whisper.

“Dad, why don’t you go lay down in Amy’s bed. You’re wiped out, and it won’t do her any good if you end up in the hospital.”

“I think I will,” he said as he rose slowly out of the kitchen chair. He pulled his portable oxygen tank behind him.

“Does he have a new tank?” Justin asked Lily.

“Yes, I changed it before we left the club.”

“Good. Okay, what did the police say?”

“Just that they were putting out an All Points Bulletin on Amy’s plates.”

“That’s it?”

Lily nodded, then gestured towards Aaron.

“Hey, buddy, why don’t you hit the sack like Grandpa?” Justin said to the boy.

“I’m not tired,” he answered.

“I think maybe you are,” Justin responded. “I promise we’ll let you know if we hear anything, okay?”

“Okay.” Justin watched as Aaron shuffled off to his bedroom. After he was out of earshot Justin said, “I hate that he has to go through this. Damn it, where is she?”

“We’ll find her, Justin…we will,” Connor said as he put an arm around Lily.

“Send the guys home to get some shut eye, and we’ll start back up in the morning, unless she shows up before then,” Justin told Connor. Connor and Lily left the room, and Justin pulled out his cell phone.

Just a few hours ago he was having a wonderful time with a new woman he’d just met. Funny how fast things can change.

*****

Ginger washed the dishes and put them away. She changed out of her clothes, taking a sniff of Justin’s lingering scent on her blouse before she tossed it in the hamper, and put on her dowdy house robe.
It may be ugly but it’s comfy,
she thought. She sat down with another glass of wine and wondered what was going on with Justin. Whatever had happened, it didn’t sound good. Of course, she couldn’t help but think about him in other ways as well. His touch ignited a fire that was still burning inside her. Ginger closed her eyes and thought about his rough and gentle touch. How his fingertips and soft lips left a lasting impression on her soul. She touched herself briefly, feeling remnants of the tingling that was left unfinished…but she pulled her hand away. It wasn’t the same as being with Justin.

She almost spilled her wine glass as she jolted back to reality from the shrill ring of her phone. She grabbed it and saw it was Justin.

“Justin, what’s going on?”

“Amy is missing. We’ve contacted the police, and the club has been out looking for her.”

“Who was the last person to see her?”

“As far as we know it was her son, Aaron. He saw her this morning before he left for school, and she was getting ready to head for work. We’re not sure if she ever made it there though, but the police are going to check it out when they open in the morning.”

“I know this must be so hard on your father. How is he doing?”

“Not so good; he’s pretty upset. We’re all here at Amy’s house. I sent Dad and Aaron to bed. I’m going to try and get a few hours of sleep on the sofa and then start looking for her again at sun up.”

“I’m sure she’ll be home soon, but I can help with making up flyers if you want.” Ginger wanted to help any way she could. She didn’t know Amy and barely knew Justin, but she would offer her services any way she could.

“That would be awesome, Ginger, but hopefully she’ll be walking through the door any time.”

“I hope so too.”

“Okay, I’ll let you go and call and update you in the morning. Goodnight, Ginger.”

“Goodnight, Justin.”

Justin punched Amy’s number after hanging up with Ginger. When she didn’t answer the service announced that her voice box was full. Justin hung up.
Where the fuck are you?

*****

Surprisingly, Justin slept for a few hours but awoke with a start. His father was sitting in the recliner looking out the front window.

“Dad, what are you doing up so early?” Justin asked groggily.

“I couldn’t sleep. Where is she son? What’s happened to my Amy?”

“I don’t know, Dad, but we’ll find her.”

Justin heard Aaron shuffling around in his room.

“I’ll make a pot of coffee,” Justin said.

He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It read 5:15 am. It wasn’t looking good.
She’s been gone almost 24 hours
. A fear was settling over Justin. He didn’t want to let it in, but it was invading his being all the same.

“Dad, Ginger said she could get flyers made up and we can put them around town today.”

“That’s nice of her. She seems like a sweet girl.” Big Red continued to stare out the window. It was like he was waiting for Amy to walk up the sidewalk at any moment.

Justin could feel the knot in his stomach growing.
What the hell happened to her, and who is this boyfriend I didn’t know about?

“Dad, did you know Amy was seeing anyone?”

Big Red turned away from the window to look at his son. “No.”

“She’s only gone out with him a few times.” Aaron entered the room pulling a t-shirt over his head. “I met him. He seemed nice.”

“Hey, kid, you want some eggs? I’ll fix you some.”

“Naw, I’ll just have some cereal.”

“So what’s this guy’s name?”

“Sam something…ummm Sam Pennington. I think that’s it.”

“Okay, good. We’ll contact him and see if he’s heard from her.”

Justin was trying to appear upbeat for the boy, but it was difficult. His father went back to looking out the window. Justin would have to call Lily and Connor and tell them to bring some of Dad’s oxygen tanks over. He knew Big Red wasn’t about to leave before he knew Amy was safe at home.

Ginger was also up early. She tossed and turned all night, hoping she’d hear good news about Amy this morning. She sipped her coffee, enjoying the hot liquid as it rolled down her throat. If Amy hadn’t been located, she was going to get a recent picture from Justin and start making the flyers. The faster they got her picture up the better.

Her phone tinkled as a text message came through. It was Justin.

“Hi, Ginger. No news on Amy. Let me know when you’re up and I’ll bring her pic by.”

Ginger immediately replied. “I’m up, Justin. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“On my way.”