Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) (39 page)

W
e spent
the whole night arguing over the plan, while Bruce kept drinking. He was getting drunker and drunker, and drunker and drunker. And as hours passed, he was stumbling over himself, yelling loudly throughout the house.

“YOU CAN’T JUST WALK INTO A BANK AND EXPECT EVERYTHING TO BE ALL HUNKY DORY, ADAM! YOU JUST CAN’T…NOW, NOW…LEMME TELL YOU WHAT, BOY…” He wasn’t making any sense and I could tell Adam was getting fed up with the discussion.

Eventually, I had to interject. “Hey, Adam. Why don’t we go outside for a second…” I whispered.

“OH, YEAH. GO OUTSIDE WITH YERR DARLING LITTLE WIFE!” He practically screamed at us.

Adam turned to him and gave him a direct stare. “If you weren’t my father, I would knock you on your ass.” He said. Then he spit on the wood floor and cursed, “
Boy.”

Bruce simply turned around and stumbled back to the dinner table, where there were half eaten bowls of chili, crumbs of bread, and dirty silverware scattered. He was mumbling to himself something like, “I’ll show you father…” And other things that didn’t quite add up. I could see why Adam wanted to get straight.

When we walked outside Adam turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Look, here’s the plan. I’ve got a guy in security that works the bank. You know the guy I mentioned earlier?”

“Daryl?” I asked.

“Exactly. He’ll switch the alarms off for us. Now, a friend of mine tipped me off not too long ago that they’re doing some serious construction inside and out of the building. So things are going to be a little unfocused for them. We evade the cameras. Never make eye contact. You good on that?”

I nodded my head, not exactly sure if that was the right answer or not. Nevertheless, this was the plan and I had to follow it, right?

He continued, “We go in, guns out, masks on. We
do not
shoot. I’m going to repeat that. We don’t fucking shoot a thing unless they’re shooting at us. If a gun goes off, we’re fucked. And I’m not about to be killed by no cop. Now, when we get in the bank, there won’t be any security to stop us. Daryl will let us through. He’s got the whole squad on his side, so they’ll be compliant. We just gotta’ yell, ‘get the fuck down on the ground.’ As long as it inspires fear in their hearts, we’re good.”

I breathed in deep.

“You still with me?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m with you. Just never thought I’d be a bank robber.”

“Kinda’ exciting, ain’t it?” He smiled.

“Well…”

“Okay, so once everyone drops to the floor, we have about 90 seconds left. We run towards the teller. Just let me do the talking. We don’t want them knowing you’re some little girl.”

“Hey!” I punched his arm.

“Ow, okay, okay. I get it. You’re not a little girl. Still, you get what I’m saying. We move past the tellers. They don’t have much money and we’re aiming for the vault. I’ll set two c-4’s to detonate the walls. We grab the money and get the fuck out of there. That’s it. 90 seconds. If we get away with this, we’ll get our dream, kid. We’ll get the freedom we’ve practically bled for. Think you can do that?” He looked me square in the eye.

“You think too little of me, Adam. I can do anything you can do.” I said, feeling slightly proud of myself, having survived thus far.

“You’re right. I’m proud of you, kid. You’re doing good. It’ll all be over soon, I promise.”

I grabbed his strong biceps and felt the raised skin where his tattoos were. The words “Courage MC” stuck out in the center. “Adam?” I whispered.

“Yeah, Rose?”

“Will you lay with me in the grass? Just for a little bit?” Even though we had a lot of alone time, it had been spent on other things. This whole trip had been us running from something. For once I just wanted to lay down and be with the man I adored. Just once…

He looked at the patch of grass in front of us. “Sure thing, kid.” He said. I could tell he wanted it too, for his eyes were a bit misty. “I guess we need some
real
time together, before our possible demise.”

“Adam…”

“Sorry, just a little joke.” He put his arms around me and we both sat down on the cold patch of grass. “You got me to protect you. I promise I won’t let you down.”

I wrapped my arms around his warm body and felt his heavy heart beat against his chest.
Thud, Thud, Thud…
I had never felt this comfortable in my life. Despite all that we had gone through, it was here that I yearned to be.

“I know you won’t. I trust you, Adam.” I looked up at him as he gazed into my glowing eyes. He leaned forward and I felt his warm lips press against mine. His tongue slowly entered my open mouth and soon enough we were holding one another in a locked embrace of passion. Both our hands felt around the curvatures of our body and goose bumps instantly formed around my body. He held my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks and running his thumb across my temple, next to my eyelash.

“God, I love you…” He whispered with his rugged deep voice. Out of all the motorcycle badasses in the world, I found the one man who kept his passion for me. And I was the luckiest girl in the world.

“You know, I’ve loved you since the first day I met you.” I said. I was breathing heavy. I could barely contain my feelings. I felt on the verge of tears.

“You have?” He asked back.

“Yes. The minute you knew what book I was reading…it was like I had known you for years. No, it was like I had already spent many lives with you before. This – being with you here – it’s heaven.”

He kissed me again and replied, “Well, kid. It’s actually Hell, but I’d go through all the Hell in the world just to be by your side.”

I trembled with desire and love, and passion. I felt strange, like all these emotions were tumbling inside of me, but had no way of escaping. It was as if their only purpose was to be a declaration of our love. So I let them sit there inside me. And I waited for him to discover them, like an early gift on Christmas Eve.

“I need you now.” I said, feeling the bristles on his face. I ran my hands downward and felt his rock hard chest and abs, chiseled from years of real hard work. He had fought for so many decades for freedom, for his clan, and it all came around to me. I was the end result.

I pushed my hand down even further, running my fingers across his thin happy trail and smooth muscle line that ran down to his pelvis. “Rose…” He moaned, eyes closed. I made my way down until my hand was in his pants. I slowly wrapped my small palm around his huge member. That familiar feeling – flashbacks of our first time in his desert palace ran through my head. That was incredible. But this was something else. This was a moment of our
love
. Before, that was lust, pure and simple.

I held him in my hands, feeling his heart beat pulse within his shaft. He breathed in deeply and soon I felt his hand clasp around my breasts, feeling my tight nipples. He lightly squeezed, tugging forward and bringing my body closer to him. We didn’t kiss this time. Instead, our faces lay centimeters apart, fixed on our heated desire for one another. I felt his warm breath hit my cheek and my blood started to boil. I needed him so badly, I felt as if I would die if I didn’t have him.

I began stroking his thick member, feeling every ridge of bone and cartilage. I fell forward and kissed his stomach.

“Fuck, Rose.” He said, “I need to take you. Now.” He flipped me over onto my stomach. Sure enough, I felt his hands grab my waist as he positioned himself over me.

“That feels so incredible,” I breathed. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He moaned my name as he pressed the ridge of his hard cock against my center. I started to unravel, coming completely undone. He lowered his body down below me and pressed his mouth against me. My wet heat radiated through the thin layer of cotton that pressed against his lips. “Take them off,” I pleaded, as his tongue lay flat against my sensitive core. “Please, Adam.”

“Fuck me…” I moaned. It was us against the world. This was love. This was everything.

My hands clutched at the loose blades of glass, delicate in nature. I grabbed ahold and they tore from the ground. This was their destiny: to be destroyed by our love. The finality of mankind and our planet. Death. But first, there was love and all the pleasures that were born from that. He spit down onto my delicate folds and rubbed the sticky saliva in with his dirty palm. We hadn’t showered in days, yet I never felt so aroused by someone. I smelled his cologne, mixed in with his natural scent, and I trembled with pleasure.

He positioned his throbbing cock against my lips and pushed firmly. We both moaned in unison, “Mmm…” My cheek lay flat against the grass, moving only when he pushed inward.

“Oh, god… How can someone feel so perfect?” He asked himself. He grabbed my ass, feeling my cheeks between his fingers and palm, and lightly smacked it. He watched my flesh jiggle with each push from his pelvis and he smiled through grit teeth. “That’s right…” He moaned. He was utterly lost within me.

I was willing to offer him everything. I reached behind and spread my cheeks as he pushed forward. He grabbed my wrist and held tightly. “Never let go!” I yelled.

“You think I’d do that?” He grinned. “It feels too good to hold onto you like this.”

With his other hand, he grabbed my thick hair and ran his fingers through the silky strands. He bent forward to smell my scent, as if sniffing a flower. He grunted and forced himself deeper.

“Fuck!” I groaned. I was lost in his excess.

His huge balls slapped against my clit. He gripped my hair tightly and pulled it back as much as he could. Now he had me under his control. He began riding me, as if he were an ancient Roman warrior riding a stallion. “Take me!” I yelled, imagining him conquering cities, decimating armies, all in the name of our love. When I thought about it, there weren’t too many differences between him and those ancient warriors. I smiled at this realization and closed my eyes, feeling every push he gave to me.

He soon pulled out of me, breathing heavily. His muscles looked huge in the shadowy moonlight. His tattoos were vibrant and tough. He pushed me onto my back and threw my legs over his shoulders, sliding his cock deep inside me. This time, he ran his large thumb around my clit, working me up to a frenzy. How was I supposed to control myself now? I couldn’t. I bit my lower lip and enjoyed my man. I still hardly believed I had him all to myself.

He grabbed my thighs, feeling my smooth creamy skin. “My angel…” He whispered. When he looked at me, his eyes lit up. All of our troubles washed away in this moment. His hands moved upward, towards my waist and ribs. I sighed.

“I think I’m going to explode…” I whispered, my mouth hanging open in total shock from the surmounting pleasure.

“Me too. Get on top of me.” He commanded. There was hardly any time to debate him. He picked me up and set me on top of him. I took control, gyrating my hips against his pelvis. I drove him inside, feeling every inch disappear over and over again. “Cum…” He kept whispering, almost as if he were taunting me. “Cum…”

I closed my eyes and felt that familiar tingling pressure rise up from inside my core. Up and up, into my pelvis and stomach, the invisible hairs on my arms and neck stuck up like static electricity, and I felt myself start to shake and lose control. He rubbed my clit and pressed his mouth around my nipples, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. “Fuck…” I mumbled, feeling my head start to spin. I fell forward, arching my back, scraping against his pelvis. My body started to quake, and the sound of my screams echoed throughout the forest around us.

He held my trembling thighs and kissed at my stomach. “There’s nothing I like more than pleasing you.” He said. Then he threw me back onto my spine, forcing my legs apart. “Now open up for me. I want to lose myself inside of you.”

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and adjusted my eyes. My mouth felt dry and my whole body was shaking from the gift he just gave me. “Do it.” I said, with gaining confidence. “Cum inside of me.”

Most guys would have asked something like, “Are you sure?” Not Adam. He knew what I wanted. He knew how to take control. Nothing was going to stop him from getting his way.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” I moaned, as he pushed my lips apart with his raging hard cock.

“You have no idea.” He said, lowering his face to kiss me one more time before he came. He began thrusting hard and wild, like a bull. His balls were slapping against me and the sound was loud and tantalizing. “UH!” He grunted with each pump. “UH!”

“Yes baby! Do it.” I moaned, licking my lips and holding my tits.

He sank even deeper between my thighs, soaking all of me in. His muscles tightened and so did his grip. I pushed my hips forward until his throbbing member fully disappeared. My legs wrapped around his body until I felt him swell up to an unimaginable degree. This was it.

“Oh baby! I’m cumming!” He roared, pounding furiously into me. He kept thrusting, losing speed with each pump. Again and again. Suddenly, I felt him shoot inside of me, like a loaded gun. Past my delicate lips, a stream flooded me, and he made sure to hold himself nice and steady, until he shot every last drop within me.

Eyes strained and body tensed he slightly convulsed. I watched as he slowly pulled backwards, falling out inch by inch. “Jesus Christ…” He muttered.

“That was fucking amazing!” I laughed, moving my ruffled hair out of my eyes.

He lay back and put his right arm around my neck and shoulders, lightly massaging the knots under my skin. “I never want to leave your side, Rose.” He said. All I could do was smile and wipe a single tear of joy from my eyes. I felt the same way. We fell asleep like this, under the pale light of the moon and stars above. Despite the cold, we managed to stay warm with our huddled bodies and tight grips. That night I dreamt nice things. I dreamt we had a house in the country. We had two children and a new puppy. We grew old together and reminisced about the life we had shared.

Time was too short for a love as powerful as ours.

I
woke
up by the sound of scattered footsteps and doors being opened. A firm hand wrapped around my mouth. “NO!” I screamed, though nothing seemed to sound. I scrambled to escape. I turned my head to see Adam with his finger over his mouth. “Shh…” He pointed toward the house and whispered. “
Six of them
.” He looked frightened, like a deer about to get run over. He picked me up in his arms and ran as fast as he could to a space in the corner of the backyard.

“What’re we gonna’ do?” I asked him, heart racing. I practically peed myself from fright.

Adam looked toward the house again and suddenly there was a loud sound coming from within. It sounded like pots and pans were being thrown at the walls.

“Come on, you sons of bitches!” I heard a voice say.
Bruce!
I thought to myself. I looked at Adam who had taken out his pistol. He was shaking with undeniable rage.

“I’ll fucking kill them all.” He whispered through his teeth.

“Adam, we have to get out of here. There’s too many of them.” I warned, feeling frantic.

Just then a man walked by the back door. He didn’t look out, but I could tell by the tattoos on his head who it was.
“Jorge!”
Adam cursed to himself. He aimed his gun at him as he walked by. The gun was shaking in his hand.

“Adam, let’s go!” I whispered, grabbing his arms. It was a futile attempt at moving him, but he knew what he had to do.

“Fuck! Fine. Let’s go.” We ran into the dark woods, spiraling to the left, where there was a hill that overlooked the old home.

Bruce’s voice echoed from inside, “C’mon you bastards!” We sat behind the trunk of a large tree and watched as the men dragged him outside, forcing him onto his knees.

“You’re not gonna’ hurt an old man are ya, Jorge?” Bruce said, practically laughing. He was clearly still drunk from the night before. Jorge whipped his face with the butt of his pistol. He spit out some blood and tooth fragments and coughed out a hoarse laugh. “Aw, c’mon. I thought you were a man! Hit me harder!”

I turned to Adam, completely horrified. “Adam, what is he doing?!” Small tears fell from my eyes. So far, he was the only man who gave us his blessing.

“He’s stalling them. That senile old man is stalling him.” He simply stated, staring with a hardened look on his face. “Well, god bless him…”

I grabbed onto Adam’s hand and clasped down as hard as I could. Bruce was knocked on the ground, clearly weakened from Jorge’s blow. The men stood around him in a tight circle, chuckling like a pack of wild dogs.

“Where is he?” Jorge asked menacingly.

“Who? Ain’t no one been here in years. Not since the gang broke up.” He said, breathing heavy and exasperated breaths. Bruce’s dogs barked loudly, jumping at the men. Jorge pointed the gun at them and fired two shots. The dogs squealed and fell to grass, dead. I jumped as the sound of the bullets echoed throughout the forest. Adam put his hand over my mouth.

Bruce started to sob. “Aw, why’d you have to go and do a thing like that. They weren’t hurting anybody.” His long hair draped over his bruised and bloody face. One of Jorge’s men kneed him in the stomach.

“I’ll ask you again, homie. Where is he?”

There was a strange silence among the men. Then Bruce answered, “Got a joint?” He laughed, louder than ever. It was as if he knew his end was imminent.

Jorge pointed the gun at Bruce’s kneecap and fired. The sound of bone against metal crunched in my ears. “
FUCK!”
Bruce cried.

“WHERE’S ADAM?!” Jorge screamed.

Two of his men picked Bruce’s shivering body up by his heavy arms. “He’s far from here by now…went…south…” He sobbed, spitting out dark chunks of blood and mashed teeth. He looked up at Jorge, channeled by a moment of rage and fury. “And if he catches you before you find him…he’ll murder you sons of bitches…I’m sure of that…”

Jorge laughed coldly. His gold teeth reflect against the moonlit sky. “Nah. I don’t think you’re right, old man. Ain’t nothing, though. I ain’t here to live and play nice. Boys, let’s show him what we do to old friends.”

They enclosed around him, kicking him onto his stomach. Bruce didn’t even try to put up a fight. “Goodbye, George. You always were a favorite of mine.”

Jorge turned around and walked back, toward the house.

BANG!

The group of men hooted and hollered, shouting out slurs and curse words. There was no dignity among them. “Come on. We got a marriage to ruin…” Jorge said. From what I could see, Jorge wiped a small tear from his eye, across his tattooed face.

“Let’s go.” Adam whispered, shivering in the cold air.

“Adam…I…”

“Let’s. Go.” Adam said, walking fast into the distance. I picked myself off the ground and hurried over to him.

“Where can we go to…?” I asked him.

“We’re going to Daryl’s. Come on. I know of a path. Jorge won’t find us there.” He said. The sound of crickets reverberated throughout the state of Oregon.