Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) (35 page)

H
e tied
a bandana over my eyes tightly, kissing my forehead. I couldn’t see a thing. He took my phone and told me if I wanted to take the sacred oath, I had to get rid of all my belongings. I complied of course. I had to. All I could do now was hold on as tight as I could and hope for the best.

This time, he drove me hours away from home. I was nervous and my stomach felt queasy. Though I had wanted Adam all to myself, there were a number of setbacks, starting with my parents. How could I just leave them like this? What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t sure, but I knew it was my chance to leave and I had to take it. This was my entrance into adulthood.

About six hours later we arrived at our destination. The sun had set now and we were enclosed in darkness. We were still in the desert, and we were pretty deep into it. Mountains and cacti surrounded us. I suddenly realized the gravity of my situation. Adam was not someone to mess with. He parked his bike in a small shed ahead of us. It all seemed so surreal.

“Adam, where are we?” I said, my voice shaking.

He was already walking ahead of me. “Come on. It’s on foot from here.”

We walked for what seemed like hours. I struggled to keep up with him. He barely said a word to me. It was as if he were a changed man. I was so confused.

“Adam, I need answers
now!
” I yelled, running after him. “Stop walking, damn you!”

He stopped and turned around. “We’re here.” He said. “Look to your right.” I did, but all I saw was a giant rock formation, barely separated from the mountain.

“What, the,
fuck!
A rock? Really?” I was fed up. I fell to the dirt, tears streaming down my face.

“Stop crying. You want in the family? We don’t cry here. Welcome to Eve Enterprises.” He pulled out what looked like a simple garage door clicker and pressed a code in. Suddenly, the rock formation opened in front of us, revealing an entryway.

“Can you walk a few more feet?” He asked arrogantly.

“Oh my God…Adam, what—“

“Shut up. You’ll find out in a second.”

I grabbed his hand. My heart was beating fast. We walked inside to a warehouse full of new motorcycles, stacked neatly in a row. This was a massive maneuver, I could tell. This was more than just ‘crime’.

“This is operation Numero Uno.” He said. “Bikes are…my
passion.
No. They’re my
obsession.”
He walked further, pressing another button on his clicker. A second door opened in the floor. There was a large staircase in front of us. We walked further, down the stairs. I marveled at the complexity of the place. It was incredible.
He
was incredible!

In front of us were rows upon rows of bags. Some were white, some were green, and some were even red. Who knew what was in them. Next to the bags seemed to be a crew of workers inspecting the contents. No one seemed to look up at us. “But what buys my obsession? You guessed it. Money. Ah, but the question is, how do I get that money? Right again! Drugs.”

I took a deep breath, feeling a bit dizzy with all the information he was giving me. “You wanted to know what this whole thing is about, right?”

I nodded my little head, unable to speak. I was in a state of shock.

“Ever read the Book of Genesis?” He asked me.

I felt slightly embarrassed. I hadn’t. But I knew the concept. Good and evil, that sort of thing. I shook my head.

“We all like to think Eve was the downfall of man. We pretend that the first good thing about this world was Adam and his clueless worship of the lord. But, we all forget the
real
great thing about this world. Can you guess what that is?”

I shook my head again. I was clueless.

“The Garden! In my mind, it represents
Freedom.
The open road.” He raised his hands, yelling his proclamation. The workers around us seemed completely unphased by this. I still didn’t know what to say.

“Okay, I can tell you’re a bit confused. Look, it’s actually not as amazing as it all sounds. I started out buying drugs on a small scale. Now I manufacture them. Jorge and the rest—they know nothing about this place. Not many people do. They think I’m still running a small operation somewhere in Nevada. I named this place Eve Enterprises for one reason: it gets the government, the police, and the cartels off my back. If they find out about it and start chasing a ghost,
Eve,
some woman who owns half of El Paso. Even I’m ‘chasing’ her, as far as anyone else knows. Eve Enterprises is simply my way back into the garden. It wasn’t Eve who tempted Adam, initiating the fall of mankind. It was Adam who tempted himself. Eve is his only salvation.”

I felt some courage build within me and yelled, “But why me?” I couldn’t help it. I was just so confused. I felt like he had been keeping information from me this whole time. How could he not tell me this earlier? “Why?” I asked him a second time.

“You’re Eve.” He simply said.

“What?” I asked angrily. “You have to be joking.”

“I’m
done
with this life. I’ve made a fucking fortune doing this shit. And now I’m done. I want to settle down. I’ve eaten the apple. I’ve bitten more off than I can chew. And now I’m ready to throw it all away.”

I stood on one of the tables, kicking one of the bags on the ground. I felt betrayed. I didn’t understand the full scale of everything. Finally, a worker looked up at me and then at Adam.

Adam pressed another button and an alarm went off. Red lights surrounded the building and all of the workers hurried out of the room.

“Where are they going?” I screamed.

“There’s a bus that takes them back to Mexico. I have new workers come in every day. They work for a fraction of what Americans get. The kicker is, they work even better than us.”

I was dancing in circles on the table. “Oh my God, Adam! What the fuck…” I grabbed my hair and pulled.

“Calm the fuck down or I’ll make you.” He said to me.

“Just tell me one thing. What did you mean when you said you bit off more than you could chew?”

All the workers were out of the hanger now. We were completely alone. My voice echoed off the high ceilings. Adam adjusted his belt and lit up a cigarette, the first in hours.

“It’s complicated.” He said.

“I can deal with complicated. Just be
honest
with me.” I pleaded, jumping off the table full of drugs.

“I think some people are on to me…you know, higher ups.”

“The government? Police? You
have
to tell me, Adam!”

“It could be either. Who knows though. Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“You are
not
crazy. You may be wild, but you’re not fucking crazy. Do you have any leads? Why do you think people are on to you?” I was just glad he was opening up to me. Still, my stomach was in knots.

“You know that woman at the house the other night? The one in the bikini?”

“Yeah…” I said, my voice trailing off.

“Her name’s Brianna Baxter. I was tipped off about a month ago by Jorge’s men. She’s a UC. A definite undercover agent. Normally, we take those people out, but Jorge’s got it on some good authority that she’s high up. She’s got ties all the way to the Mexican cartel. We don’t know if she’s in, out, or working both angles. We just know she can’t be trusted.”

“Oh, Adam…why did you get me involved in this?” I said, crying. I fell to the floor, holding my legs.

“I told you, already. You’re my way out.” He walked out of the hanger, deeply inhaling his cigarette. I was alone. Truly alone. His voice echoed in my head.

You’re my way out.

Was this what freedom felt like?

T
he next day
I was woken up by a large
Bang!
I jumped up, landing on the concrete floor. Adam was towering above me. In a few seconds all of last night flooded back to me. I wasn't Adam’s new lover. I was his captive.

“You fell asleep on the sorting table last night. Get up. We've got a long fucking day ahead of us.” He threw two bags at me, scissors, and some new clothes, including new lingerie and panties.

“These are your new outfits.” He said. “Your new identity is Julie Evans. She’s a character I invented for you. I'm sorry, doll, but I'm going to have to cut your hair too. We have to be careful now that we’re on the run. You ever see Bonnie and Clyde?”

I nodded my head.
Yeah of course I have. “
I've seen that movie like a million times.” I said.

He looked down at my large breasts and kissed my neck. I jumped back. “Is this okay, Bonnie?” I couldn’t help but feel the excitement swell up in my stomach.

He licked the curvature of skin down to my clavicle. He said, “I’m sorry for keeping things from you. I don’t mean to come off as a liar. I just have to be careful who I trust these days.”

“It’s okay.” I said. “Just be honest from now on.”

He smiled. “Let’s burn this operation to the fucking ground. Together.”

“Okay...” I said, feeling weak, choking on my saliva. Who was I in all of this? Where was the escape I was searching for? I kept praying it would happen sometime in the near future. Yet, that date kept getting pushed back. No. I was just a piece of furniture to him. Another patch on his jacket.

The truth was, I liked the way he treated me. I hated myself for it, but it turned me on. The warm sensation between my legs was proof. I wanted him to use me for his own pleasure. I wanted him to take me in the back and force me to do abominable things. I wanted to be his ‘Eve’ and him, my Adam. A match made in heaven. The question remained: would he be allowed to walk through those pearly gates? Of course he would.

He looked down at me concerned. “Rose?”

All of a sudden, I felt short of breath. My chest began to contract and tighten. I fell to the ground, panting, gasping for air. My vision was blurred and my world was collapsing in on itself. I tried to collect my thoughts, but after the past few days’ events, I wasn't sure if I could.

I took slow deep breaths until I was able to speak. I turned to him in deliberation and told him what was really on my mind. “Burn this operation down? You fucking bet. But not without
you
first. I need to show you that I'm a real woman. That I'm down with this life. Let me prove it to you.”

“You think you're a woman?” He said, moving toward me. “You're nothing but a little girl. But I can teach you the ways of pleasing your man.” He was looking down at me, his smooth tongue running over his lips. He took off his leather vest and slowly undid the hooks in his belt, pushing it delicately through the hoops of denim.

I was shaking. He was right. I
was
just a little girl. But it was time to prove myself. It was time to grow up once and for all. No one back in Arizona was going to teach me. If anything, I would have to teach myself. But now I had Adam. Now I was part of his family. I sat on the table and spread my legs open slightly. I grabbed the front of his jeans and pulled him closer to me. I immediately felt his warm body against mine and I shivered with anticipation and fear.

He leaned his head over mine and touched my forehead with his. We were breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes. He was deep and reflective, as if he had a lot of pain buried inside of him. I was unsure and nervous, yet as soon as I touched his muscular tattooed chest I felt a surge of pleasure wash over me.

To me, it felt like he was looking right through me. It was as if he were looking directly into my soul. He was sizing me up, wondering whether I was a stupid teenager or not. I wanted to prove myself to him. To prove that I was a woman and not some young girl. To my surprise, he pulled me closer, lips parted. I could feel his hot breath against my mouth and I felt myself grow wet with longing and desire.

He pressed his lips to mine. He caressed my cheek and cradled the back of my neck. His hands went down to my supple breasts and he squeezed them lightly. His tongue snaked into my mouth, curling around my own. As soon as his tongue was inside my mouth, I felt him pull himself closer to me. I felt the stubble from his face scratch against mine as we kissed with urgency. Our tongues wrestled between our mouths. I could smell the sweat that was coated on his body. He smelled of hard work and engine fluid, and I loved it.

“Oh god…” I moaned lightly, clutching at his muscular neck. He was so much bigger than me. I had no chance but to let him consume me. I was slowly realizing this was part of what it was to be a woman. “Take me.” I moaned.

He pulled away, putting his hand to my heart. He wanted to feel it pumping against my sternum. He smiled. “I know how you feel.” He said.

I wasn’t sure how long he paused to look at me, but right as he finished, he dove forward in a heat filled passion. I frantically wrapped my arms around his chest, feeling his hot body. He pushed my legs aside and they hung open for him. One hand was on my round breast, while his other dropped to the crotch of my jean shorts. I let out a sharp gasp, my lips trembling.

He felt around the area, pushing the denim against my soft mound. His other hand made its way down to my sensitive stomach and I felt his calloused fingers touch around my navel. Goose bumps instantly formed around my body. Shivers ran through my spine, causing me to squirm in delight. With his left hand, he cupped my waist. He was exploring the skin of my body by dragging his rough finger around my side. Eventually, he squeezed my thickness, causing him to kiss me even harder than before. He pushed me against the sorting desk with urgent force.

He touched my breast again, running in circles around my beautiful curves. The movements proceeded to go faster as he made his way to my taut nipple. He shifted it against his palm and began rolling it between his thumb and index finger. I gasped for air. He simply squeezed harder, rolling it into his weathered palm. I let go of his chest and let him have his way with me.

He forced his tongue in me further, sliding deeper into my mouth. He felt my other breast and gave it the same treatment. My shirt was over my breasts now, hugging tightly against my neck. My legs were around his strong torso. I gasped uncontrollably as he began sucking on my tongue. He pulled my bottom lip back with his teeth, slightly nipping it. He simply kissed it, smiled, and bent his head down, biting lightly on my nipples. “Ouch!” I yelled out. He let out a grunt and pulled my shirt past my head.

My pale breasts were constricted in my Victoria’s Secret bra. He ripped it in half, watching as my tits hung freely, perfectly round and full. He cupped them in his hands, fitting his palms around them. His warm fingers sent shivers down my spine. Feeling his touch spurred me into action as I grabbed at his jeans. He shoved his tongue further into my mouth, lapping at my tongue and lips.

I started to work the button on his jeans, sliding it through the hole. I wildly unzipped his jeans and kissed his face. Adam looked down momentarily at the hand that was now around his growing member. He quickly looked back up at me and began kissing me again, pulling me off the table by the hoops of my jeans. With haste, he took my pants, ripping them clean off me. All I had were my panties, which were completely soaked. He fell to his knees, causing me to briefly let go of his thickening cock.

He grabbed my panties and quickly pulled them off me. They hung soaked at my ankles. I stepped out of them as he kissed up my legs to my creamy ass. He spread my cheeks open, smelling me, kissing my inner thighs with animalistic hunger. We were so enveloped in our passions, we blocked out everything around us. Adam stood up, feeling my waist. His cock was standing straight up, waiting for my touch.

I grabbed his solid tool, feeling its warmth in my cold palms. It was rigid and growing by the seconds. I lightly began tugging on it, feeling the skin pull back and forth, tight around the bone. A warm sensation formed between my legs, urging me to stroke him faster. I wasn’t sure what was coming over me. I had never done this before, not like this anyway. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with it, especially here. Nevertheless, it was bizarrely exciting watching Adam’s expression change from serious and moody to surprised and pleased.

All of a sudden I felt his strong hands force me lower and lower until his throbbing cock was directly in front of my face. “Suck it, baby…” He moaned, eyes closed, waiting for my warm mouth.

I had never sucked an older man’s cock before, so it worried me a little bit. I looked up at the rugged face of the biker I had known for so little time, but had somehow fallen for.
Who was this man?
I thought. He was waiting for me, looking to see if I was woman enough to take his milky member into my mouth. “Do I need to take you back home to your family? Or are you with me?” He asked, waiting for my response.

I looked into his eyes and said, “I’m not a little girl, if that’s what you mean. I can handle this.” He smiled, licking his lips. When I took his shaft into my fingers, he tilted his head back with pleasure. I opened my mouth and slowly brought his darkish head between my lips, sliding it over my tongue. It was such a strange sensation, but I couldn’t help but love every second of it. I felt my thighs drip with wetness from my sweet pussy. Adam let out a strong groan as I began tasting and enjoying his cock even further. This was everything I had ever wanted and I knew there would be more. I wanted to show this rough and mysterious biker that I could handle him.

My head began to move up and down, slowly, as a thick coating of pre-cum and saliva dripped down from my lips, forming along his shaft. My hand followed my mouths movements and I soon became lost in the rhythm of sucking his huge cock. He took his hand and placed it on the back of my head, pushing slightly down on it. He was moaning loudly now and I felt pleased with how natural this all came to me.

He brushed my hair back with his right hand, feeling the curves around my ears. He bundled the silky hair into a ponytail and pulled back. I let out a groan of pleasure. I could feel his fist tighten as I moved up and down his shaft faster now. I looked up to see him enjoying himself. He pulled harder and I tried pulling away from him. He reluctantly let go of his grip, impressed by my skills.

“I guess you’re
not
a little girl…” He laughed.

“Nope. Guess not.” I said with sass.

I stood up, observing his reaction, and leaned against the table in front of me. I spread my legs slowly, turning my head so I could see his expression. I knew this would get him going. I pushed up my ass and arched my back, hoping he would see my dripping lips between my legs. Adam stood behind me, stroking his large cock. “Fuck, Rose…” He moaned, almost as if he were talking to himself.

I felt his palm press upward on my warm wetness, as he gauged just how ready I was for him. I had never gone this all out before, but if it was going to be with anyone, it would be Adam. He wiped my dripping wet excess onto his shaft, spreading it around his thick head. And using his thumb, he pressed down, guiding his cock forward, pressing against my tight opening. It would barely fit and I knew this. “Spit on it.” I said to him.

I held his shiny member as he spit down onto my hole, and he pushed forward slowly. I instantly let out a high-pitched gasp as he broke through the first barrier of my lips. I could feel every inch of him, every throbbing vein on his cock. He was so damn thick, it was impossible not to. “Shit, you’re tight…” He said, behind me. I gripped the table as he forced himself even deeper inside.

We both let out huge sighs of relief, as if we had both been waiting for this moment all our lives. He was holding onto my hips tight, squeezing my flesh. He pulled out his cock slowly, examining my pussy’s grip around his tool. I was tightly wrapped around him, like a gift on Christmas day, and I could tell he was satisfied. “Fuck...” He said. He pushed forward with incredible force. His hips slammed into mine and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

I fell forward onto the table from his force and he slid himself inside me deeper, penetrating my soft mound. I could barely breathe. His body was the only thing present in my world at this point. I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to think about anything else but this. I just wanted to enjoy him. His thickness slipped in and out of me, carrying the top of my lips with him with each pump. I was surprised, then, to feel Adam’s arm curve around the thin cartilage of my neck.

He wasn’t quite choking me. It was more like a gentle cradle. However, it served as a reminder that he was the one in control, not me. He inserted his fingers into my mouth and I began sucking them uncontrollably. I was hungry for him. I wanted to taste his whole body. I concentrated on the pleasure between my legs and I pushed my ass back slightly to feel more of him. At this point, I was fully immersed in his pleasure.

He was pushing his weight forward into me, holding my hips tightly and squeezing my thick flesh. He felt my body hitting the cold table in rhythmic motion, and he began cupping my tits firmly. We were losing our balance, my hair flying around my face. He breathed in my scent and let out a low groan. He was fucking me fast now with determination.

I lifted my stomach off of the table and he grabbed my firm breasts, pulling at my nipples again. I was holding all of our weight with my ass and elbows. Despite my initial hesitance, I was really enjoying every bit of this experience. Adam truly was a perfect fit. He leaned over my back and kissed my neck softly as he penetrated my dark pink pussy. The fact that his cock was making me feel
this
good started to worry me. I knew my orgasm would be earth shattering.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth and grabbed the side of my stomach. “Uuughhh…” He cried out as he pushed through to his treasure. Between my legs was an insurmountable pressure and tingling sensation. I couldn’t contain myself. I let out a sharp cry of satisfaction. “Oh my god! Keep fucking me like that, Adam!” I yelled. “ I want this forever!” He kept pounding me with pure intensity and I felt myself losing control.