Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) (4 page)

T
he man was self-destructive
. I mean, what was he doing wearing his gang’s colors on our turf? I couldn’t believe the guy. It was as if he would do anything possible to sabotage our agreement. He’d even sacrifice his life to do so.

“Why’d you come here?” I asked him, cleaning his wounds in my bathroom. I had a small, dingy apartment, but it was a roof. I’ve had worse.

“I’m a restless man.” he said. “Admittedly, I came here for answers.”

“Answers?” I poured some alcohol onto a cotton ball and rubbed it against the cut above his eye.

“
Shit!
Watch it, will ya? That stuff stings.” He was practically crying like a little baby. Finally, he answered my question. “Yeah, answers. Like why is it that you hate Courage so much? All we’re doing is helping you.”

I shook my head and poured him a glass of whisky. “Drink.” I said. He slammed it down and I poured him another. “You know why I hate Courage. I associate them with people like you. Hotheads. Lunatics. Big club owners and the like. In fact, your whole history has been tumultuous, not to mention completely dangerous. You’re a liability and it puts us all in danger. The feds are no doubt watching everyone because of you.” I said, feeling the pressure rise up inside me. Yeah, I was getting worked up, but it was for good reason. These bastards were essentially a large corporation. They needed some humility. They needed a female to set them straight. “You’re going to need stitches. This is a pretty bad cut.” I whispered, leaning against him.

“Now, wait a minute. You’re going to tell me that your men don’t participate in dangerous things? You’re joking, right? You guys waged an all out war against the Larkin Family back in the 90’s. How do you think you got the territory you own now? You guys were fuckin’ ruthless.” He laughed and grabbed a needle and thread out of my first aid kit. “I can do it. It ain’t the first time I’ve stitched myself up.”

“I haven’t forgotten those days, Rust. Every second of my childhood was spent living in fear. You’re not listening to me. This is a new era. A new world. We have to learn to work together, without all the violence. Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. The Hells’ Wheels are over. At least, how it used to be is. Besides, you didn’t come to ‘Magic 8’ for answers.” she said.

“Oh yeah? Then enlighten me, babe. Why exactly did I come to your shitty bar?” He pressed the needle against the skin of his cheek and punctured through the wound. He wound the thread through and repeated until he reached the end. It looked like it stung, but he didn’t even twitch. No, instead he clenched his teeth, groaning as the wound was forced to close tighter and tighter. He tied the thread and cleaned himself up. “There we go.” he said, utterly relieved.

“You’re not going to admit it?” I asked him, leaning back in my chair. My shirt was tight around my breasts and I could sense he wanted to take control and assert himself. And yet, his pride made him hold back from doing what his body wanted him to do.
Take me, use me. Complete me.
There were so many things that I hated about him, but I still couldn’t help but feel that familiar tingling sensation come from between my legs as I watched his arms bulge against his shirt as he applied pressure onto his cut face.

“Admit what? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came because you’re a pain in my ass, okay? That’s it. End of story. Drop it.” he said, denying everything. But I knew what he was thinking. I could see it in the reflection of his eyes.

I scooted my butt forward, cleaning more of his cut, until my lips were so close they were practically touching his own.

“You know, it’s too bad you won’t be honest with me. Maybe we could have found a way to work together.” He firmly placed his hand against my waist and smiled.

“What makes you think I’m not honest?” he asked me quite slowly. His breathing sped up and he gulped down as he gazed at my luscious body. He desired me. He needed me. He wanted to tear me apart. A girl could tell these things.

“Because you’re a shitty guy. You’re a liar, a thief, and a cheater. You like to play dirty.” I whispered, closing my eyes. I was trembling with anticipation.

He quickly flipped me onto my back, towering over me. “You’re right.” he said, grabbing ahold of my hips with both hands. “I came for you.”

“You did?” I found myself asking. He leaned forward and kissed me, biting down hard on my lower lip. I could taste the blood in my mouth. He grabbed both of my arms and pushed them up, past my head. I felt his tongue move against my own, sliding back and forth,
back and forth
.

The only way into a man’s heart is by his cock, and I knew that fully. If I was going to work with him, we were going to have to be a team. A real team. “Do what you want with me. I’m all yours.” I said, spreading my legs as his warm body pressed against me. I fumbled with his belt buckle, quickly opening the brass, while pulling the leather material through the loops in his denim. His pants fell around his waist, stopping at the spurs on his boots.

We were sloppy and I started kissing his neck, smelling his cologne, and running my warm lips down his chest. Kissing his navel, I looked up at him and smiled, with shining bedroom eyes and dark mascara. I wanted him to feel like a man, to take charge like a man. I wanted to be treated like a
woman
should, not a girl. If he wanted to punish me, now was the place and time.

“Oh, God.” he moaned as I pulled his throbbing cock out of his boxer-briefs. It was growing by the second, ready for me. I opened my mouth and stroked his rigid member, watching his satisfaction grow with each pump of my hand. And as soon as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, I wrapped my thick lips around him, feeling every inch slide across my tongue.

“That’s right, baby.” he moaned, grabbing the back of my head. The truth was, I enjoyed a little roughness. I grabbed his hand and made sure he pushed my head down further, with more force. “You’re fucking incredible.” he managed to say, as he pulled my hair back into a ponytail.

“Now that we’re working together, I thought we could enjoy each other too.” I said, smiling. I ran my tongue up his shaft, pushing it against his navel. Then I went back down, lapping at his balls and taint, like every good gal should.

I was bending over in front of him, arching my back perfectly. All for him. His hand went down the smooth of my back, running his fingers around all my curves. I felt my legs tingle and my pussy was soaking fucking wet. Rust was a bastard. That much I knew. Only problem, I was a sucker for bastards.

“Touch me.” I whispered. I pushed my head back down and swallowed up his cock, feeling it hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck, baby.” he moaned. His hand grabbed the thick of my ass and he slapped down hard. With his other hand, he pulled my shirt down, over my large tits. They fell out, in all their glory, and he grabbed the fullness of their splendor. Pushing his head forward, he licked around my nipples, pressing both of my breasts together, suffocating his face. He was hungry for me, devouring all of my flesh.

“I want to eat you.” he said. “Like you’re my fucking dinner.” He pulled my hair back and I felt that odd feeling of pain mixed with pleasure rush through my senses. I was all his now.

“Eat me up…” I moaned, turning around for him. He spread both of my cheeks with his rugged hands and slowly tongued around the edges. With his mouth, he pulled, sucking on each lip, pulling on my labia. His mouth was warm and salivating, and he was grunting loudly like a wild animal. “Yes!” I screamed. “Just like that, oh my god!”

His tongue smoothed over my clit, massaging in circles. This was clearly not his first time, which was actually kind of surprising since most guys like him
never
went down on a woman. It was perfect. I pushed my ass back onto his mouth and felt his tongue enter me, spreading me apart. He inserted two of his fingers inside, curling upward. He began massaging my g-spot with his fingers.

The tingling sensation between my legs grew and grew. My wetness was running down the back of my legs. I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed him inside me. “I’m going to tear you apart…” he whispered in my ear. He tenderly kissed my cheek.

Finally, I felt the tip of his cock touch my hole, and it was throbbing with anticipation. “Fuck me.” I said, biting my bottom lip. He was huge and I knew this would be an experience I wouldn’t soon forget, so I braced myself for him. He pushed forward and we both moaned in unison as he pushed past my barrier.

He leaned forward and kissed my face. Then he grabbed my hips tightly, making sure I was fully his, and began thrusting. His groaning turned loud. “You’ve wanted me since you met me at the club, haven’t you?” he asked me, slapping my ass. “Admit it. I’m more of a man than any of the guys in your crew, aren’t I?”

“It’s true, Rust. You’re the baddest biker in this town. I
need
your cock like I need oxygen in my lungs!” My ass was red from his hand. I felt my skin prickle with pleasure. Goose bumps formed around the back of my legs and neck.

“Beg for it then.” he said, smiling to himself.

“I need your cock!” I said, playing his game. He wrapped his leather belt around my neck and this is where things got interesting for me.

“More.” he demanded.

“It’s not tight enough!” I cried. He underestimated me. I called for a little more punishment than that. “You think I’m some fragile girl or something? Pull it tighter.”

“I guess I was wrong about you.” he said. “I guess you’re a real woman, huh?” He tightened the belt around my neck and as soon as he did, I pushed my ass back onto him, forcing him as deep as he could go. He pounded me,
faster and faster,
with as much force as he could give me. His hands felt around my flesh, pulling at my nipples and cupping my breasts. His tattooed hands reached into my mouth and I began sucking on his fingers. I was his. Yes, I was his.

He grabbed my chest and stomach and forced me on top of his masculine body. “I want you to ride me, baby. I want to see you squirm.” I ran my small fingers across his ripped chest and abs, noticing his tattoos and the thick scars that inhabited his body. He was a true badass and I soon realized just how much he had probably gone through to be a Captain of the Courage MC. In my mind, they were still too huge to crumble, but I gained a little respect for them in that moment. It was a tough crew to be a part of and I kind of admired him for it.

I soon began gyrating my hips and ass onto his cock. My pussy was dripping onto his own flesh, and I could feel that he was ready to burst. I began massaging my g-spot against his thickening shaft, sliding my clit across his pelvis. “Cum, bitch.” he said, smiling with a wink.
Yes,
I thought.
Degrade me.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, baby.” he moaned loudly, pushing his cock upward. I slammed my ass down and rotated my hips from side to side.

“Me too.” I groaned. He pulled on his leather belt, forcing my head downward, close to his face.

“I own you now.” he said. “Nod if you understand.” I nodded, knowing full well that this was a turning point for us. An understanding. What seemed like absolute control actually meant that I now had a say in matters. It might have been crazy, but by the end of this, I swore I would bring Hell’s Wheels out of the dust. I swore that we would rise to our once-held glory. And we would be there, right next to Courage, fighting against anyone who dared to stop us. We wouldn’t be some Courage franchise. We would be our own crew, ready for anything.

“Cum for me.” I whispered right before my tongue slid around his, locked by our lust for sex and power. I sucked it back and smiled, breathing lightly against his ear. “Cum.”

As soon as I said the words, my body began to shake. My eyes were forced closed and the pressure around my neck sent me spiraling into a world of pleasure. My whole body was shaking and dripping, expanding and closing around his hard cock. I was thrown into the totality of ecstasy.

Then, he flipped me over onto my back and stared directly into my eyes. It was as if he was saying, “We’re in this together now. Whether we like it or not.” And at least we had this.

I felt his cock grow to an unimaginable size. His head thickened and pumped, as he thrust himself inside of me and stretched open my walls. His muscles bulged and his body was strained. This was it. “I’m … cumming!” he announced, holding me close to him. The smell of his cologne and bike fuel was stimulating and familiar.

Without much warning, I felt him shoot his thick load inside of me. “Fuck!” he cried, holding me down with all his might. My breathing was quick and loud as I felt him spray everything he had inside me, his cock expanding and contracting erratically.

After about a minute, his pumps fell short. He kissed my cheek and smiled, “Well ain’t that somethin’. I guess we’re friends now after all.” He laughed and grabbed his pants.

“Guess so.” I said, blushing.
Wow, he exceeded my expectations.
Who would’ve thought he would be so good.

Just then, there was a loud knocking at my front door. Rust fell to the floor and grabbed his gun, aiming right at the center. “Jackie?!” Open the door! Jackie!” A voice yelled. I didn’t know what to do and I scrambled to get my clothes on before he busted in the door. From the sound of it, it was good old Ralphie Johnson, from my crew.

“Who the fuck is there?” Rust called out, still aiming his gun.

“Never mind that. One of Courage’s men have been shot! It’s serious, let me the fuck in!” the voice yelled from behind the door.

I ran and opened the door in a hurry to find Ralphie covered in blood.

“We have a small problem.” he said.

“
A
small
problem
?” I yelled, putting my gun away. “What the fuck happened? Tell me what happened right now, or so help me God, I’ll put a bullet through your fucking skull!”

“Everyone just calm down. We can figure this out.” Jackie said, stuttering. I could tell she was freaked out. After all, it would be her
or her dying father who had to deal with the repercussions.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Ralphie asked, fixing his hair. The man looked like a fucking chump. It was hard to take anyone in that crew seriously, let alone a man who cared that much about his experience.

“Me? You don’t know who I am, pal? Look at my fuckin’ arm. The word
COURAGE
was branded right on my bicep. His eyes widened.

“What the Hell? Jackie? What’s going on here?” he stammered.

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Ralphie. What the hell happened?”

“It was Don. I guess he met some guy at the Magic 8 Bar. Got into a fight or somethin’. I heard you broke it up. Well, that hurt his pride well and good. He went to get revenge. Went to some club a couple blocks north. Shot the first guy with a Courage vest that he saw.” His voice trailed off as he saw the fire in my eyes build.

I grabbed his shirt and forced him against the wall, lifting him straight off his sorry feet. “Who was it?” I demanded. “Who the fuck is dyin’ out there?” My teeth were clenched and my palms were shaking. I was ready to kill this son of a bitch right then and there.

“It’s Johnny Pelskin…” he said, choking on his collar. I dropped him and he landed straight on his ass.

“Get the hell up.” I said. “This gets fixed now.” I turned to look at Jackie. She stood in fear, hands clasped to her mouth.

“I…I…” she began stuttering.

“Come on. Both of you.” I grabbed them and walked out the door. “Where’s the guy who shot him?!” I screamed.

“I don’t know, man. I’m just the messenger. I got him to the hospital, you know? I wasn’t involved. The other guy, Don, ran off. He’s gotta be in hiding somewhere.”

I grabbed my gun back out of the holster and pressed it against his cheek. “Where. Is. He?” I repeated as slowly as I could talk. The guy remained quiet. “You want to play games? Fine. We’ll play games.”

I unloaded the gun. All of the bullets fell out of the chamber, hitting the floor with a hard thud. That is, all except one bullet. “Let’s play.” I said, putting it to his cheek again. “Where is he?”

“I told you. I don’t know nothing.” he stammered, teeth chattering and eyes wide. He had loyalty. I could say that much about him. But he wasn’t too smart about keepin’ his own life in tact.

“Wrong answer.” Ralphie closed his eyes, sweat pouring down his face. He looked as if he were about to cry. I pulled the trigger.
Click.

“Oh, God.” he whispered.

“Ralphie, don’t be an idiot, just tell Rust where he is! There’s no use in giving your life over this. My father will be trying to hash out a deal with Courage, so you won’t be betrayin’ anyone.”

“I told you. I don’t know nothing!” he screamed, though it was pretty damn obvious he knew
everything.

“Open your mouth, punk.” I said, forcing the barrel into his mouth. The sound from his teeth hitting the cold metal clinked loudly. “I’m going to enjoy blowing your brains out.” I laughed. He needed to know I meant business.

As crazy as this was, this was nothing to a guy like me. This was child’s play. Shit, I killed a guy from Darkhorse last week and I’ve been sleepin’ like a baby ever since.

“Alright. One more time at the wheel of fortune! Where the fuck is he? Where’s Don? Where is he?” I screamed, letting him know I didn’t give two shits whether he died or not.

“I don’t know!” Tears started to pour from his eyes. It was pathetic.

“Alright, then.”
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
“Today’s your lucky day, pal. No bullets went off into your skull. I wonder if you’ll be as lucky this time as you were last.

“No! Okay, I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything!” The guy said, snot falling out of his nose. I actually kind of felt bad for the fella. Then again, my best comrade was in the hospital with a gunshot wound. Who knew if
he
was even alive? Whatever sympathy I had for Ralphie went right out the window.

“Yes you will. You’ll tell me everything and more, you bastard. Johnny was a good man and I’ll make sure you pay for what you did to him.” I said, scowling at the guy.

“I didn’t do it. I swear. Don just went crazy, you know? I came to the Magic 8 bar to get a couple drinks and hang with the boys. How was I supposed to know that all this would happen?” he cried. I motioned for him to get up.

“I don’t care about your groveling. It means nothing to me. Your life means
nothing
to me or anyone else in my crew now. Got it? All I want for you to do is to take me to him. Take me to where you’re all hidin’ him. If you do that, I can promise you, your life will be spared. If not, you’re in for a world of pain.” I put my gun away, even though I wanted to give him what he deserves. It didn’t matter to me whether or not he pulled the trigger. The fact that he didn’t do anything to give Don up didn’t really help his case in my mind, but I knew Bruce would be easy on the kid.

“Yes, sir.” he said. “Just follow me in my truck.

“No. We’re getting in with you.” Jackie suddenly said out loud. “We aren’t taking any chances.”

We got in his truck and I phoned up Bruce, but from the sound of everything, he already knew what was going on. “Rust? That you? You hear what happened?
Shit,
it’s bad, brother. They got Johnny on one of those machines. They won’t tell us nothing. He could die, Rust.” he said into the receiver. In the background I could hear the shuffle of nurses echoing through the hallway.

“Ain’t nobody dyin’ tonight. Well, except for the bastard that shot him. Just make sure Johnny is safe. That’s the most important thing we do.” I said.

“You have any information on the guy? I heard he’s from Hell’s Wheels. Maybe you were right about this whole business. It ain’t a good idea. We’re causing some kind of shift to happen. The last thing I need is chaos to break out in the lower ranks.” he whispered.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it taken care of. Jackie’s with me now. She came to my club with all the information. Some of her guy’s have him hidden in a safe-house somewhere nearby. I’m going to get him Bruce. And when I do, I’m gonna to tear his limbs off.”

“Now listen to me, boy. There ain’t going to be no tearing of anybody’s limbs tonight. You bring him to me. Alive. You hear me? We deal with this like we normally deal with ‘problems.’” It was an order from the boss. And even though I wanted to disobeyed him, you just didn’t do that.

“Got it, boss.” I said, shaking my head.

“Good.” He hung up the phone and I was left wondering about Johnny. Would he be okay? He couldn’t die. Could he? He was the goofiest, yet toughest son of a bitch I’ve ever known. We grew up together. No, I couldn’t let him die. But first, justice needed to be served.

“What’d he say?” Jackie asked me.

“He said the deal’s off until we bring Don to him. Otherwise, Courage and Hell’s Wheels are at war.”