Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) (6 page)

“
H
ere
, help me with the body.” He said, struggling to pick up Ralphie. “Let’s at least cover him better. Jesus.” He covered his nose, disgusted by the mess.

“What’re you going to do with him?” I asked. Ralphie wasn’t my best friend or anything, but he
was
an old acquaintance. We at least had to treat him with some respect.

“I know a guy. We’ll meet him later. He’ll take care of things, don’t worry.”

“So I guess this is my life now? Lugging around bodies, fraternizing with the enemy, fights in hospital waiting rooms.” I couldn’t help but feel a little disillusioned about everything. First my father dies, then my crew goes haywire. Nothing seemed to be going my way. And then there’s the fact that I’m coupled with this pig. All this pain makes a girl want to pack up and leave. I could start a different life somewhere, with a different guy. Shit, I could get a couple of cats and be
real
happy being a waitress somewhere. Those were the kinds of thoughts that went through my head.

“Baby, this was
always
your life. You gotta stop denying who you are.” he laughed, getting into the truck.

“Baby?” I asked him.

“Slip of the tongue. Sorry, darlin’.” We peeled out of the parking lot and headed north.

As great as it sounds, I was getting real sick of being in a truck with a dead body of one of my dad’s associates. “Can we skip the burger and you take me home?” I asked him.

He looked at me like I was crazy. “No can do, honey.”

“What? You’re joking, right? Take me home, Rust. We’ll deal with everything tomorrow.”

“Think about what you’re saying for a second. We have half of Hell’s Wheels gearin’ up for a fucking war and you’re talking about going home and sleeping in your bed? Shit, Jackie. You must have a death warrant out on yourself. The man had a gun to our heads!” He pulled into a parking lot and I quickly realized where we were.

“Your club? Really?” I got out of the truck and walked toward the door, leaving him with the body.

“Well, thanks for all the help, doll.” he said, dragging Ralphie.

“Can you quit calling me doll for once and open the damn door?” He looked around for anyone, but the city was silent. No cars were in sight. I looked at my phone. It read: 4 AM.

“It’s early.” he said, opening the door to his club. “Might as well stay up until sunrise. Safer that way.” We walked inside. It was huge, empty, and desolate. He set Ralphie’s body at the bar and asked me, “Want a drink?”

“Sure. Why not.” I said. “I could use a good pick-me-up.” I could’ve used
more
than a drink, if I was being honest.

He poured two tall glasses of whisky and threw in a couple of ice cubes. “Cheers.” he said.

“Cheers.” I took a sip of my drink and looked at him awkwardly. “So. We’re stuck here.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s just me and you.” He jumped up and ran into the back, pressing a button on the mixing board. All of a sudden, music came pounding on the speakers. “Nothing like a good R&B song to set the mood, right?” He put his arm around Ralphie’s body.

“You’re sick.” I said. He simply laughed and lit up a cigarette. “Seriously. You probably need help.”

“You think?” he said. “Maybe I just need a woman.”

“A woman? Please. You couldn’t handle taking care of a woman.” I sighed. This was typical of a guy like him. Bikers were always
saying
they wanted to settle down with a nice woman. Someone who will take care of them. But when it came down to it, they were never faithful.

“Sure I could. It’s me they couldn’t handle. I’m too rough and tough. I see a woman’s ass pass me by on the streets and you just know I’m salivating. I’m hungry, Jackie. There’s no stopping me.” It was just like I said.

He got up from the bar and said, “Come on. Let’s take a load off. Dance with me, sugar.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor as the sound of reverberated bass pounded against our bodies.

“Come on.” I protested. “I don’t dance, Rust.”

“What’s the matter? You afraid to shake your hips a little?” He was smiling, big–probably, bigger than I’d ever seen him smile so far. It was hard not to play along.

“Baby, you have to feel the music.” He was saying.

“I am, I am.” He twirled my body and pulled me in close. “You’re not too bad at dancing. Where the hell did you learn these moves?” I asked him, shocked by this new display of his.

“I got that southern blood in me, woman. I’m good at wooing the ladies.” He grabbed my hips and moved with me in perfect time. He picked me up and held me in his arms and, soon enough, we fell to the floor in laughter.

I fell right on top of his chest, butt slamming against his abs. “You see,” he began, “I ain’t too great at dancin’. ‘Specially if I’m drunk.”

“Me neither…” I said, suddenly realizing how this looked. Here I was, on his body,
again
.

He reached up and brushed the hair out of my eyes, gently. I bit my bottom lip and swallowed down hard. “Maybe we should turn the music off.” he said. “You know, so people don’t get suspicious.”

“Yeah. Maybe…” I said. Still, I wasn’t moving, not an inch. And then, as if it were meant to be, he pushed his head up and locked his lips against mine. Sparks went off. Fireworks. The sounds inside the club echoed against us. Was this the whisky making me feel this way or was it
him
?

Wait, a second.
Him? It couldn’t be. This guy was an asshole, remember? Even still, there was something about him now that kept me near him. No, it wasn’t our deal. It wasn’t the fact that our two crews were nearly at war with one another. It was something else. Love? No. It couldn’t be. I wouldn’t allow it.

“What’s going on?” I asked him.

“What do you mean?” He kissed my cheek, my lips, my ears, and neck. “Oh, you mean this?” I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth, quickly wrapping around my own like two slithering snakes. There was lust in the air and I couldn't help myself. He was bad and I needed him because of it.

Still, I needed answers more than sexual satisfaction. I pushed him off. “Ah, what's the matter?” He scowled as the music pumped through the ceiling. He got up and turned it off.

“This isn't good, Rust. Me and you, we don't work together. Our families are like polar opposites. It would never work.” I said, practically begging for him to keep his cool. I hated to admit it, but I couldn't resist him. Even though he was a total prick, there was just something about him I couldn't rid myself of.

“It's just fun and games, baby. You need to relax.” He ran his rugged hands through my silky hair and leaned in close, smelling my perfume. “Come on, admit it. You love messin’ around with a guy like me. It turns you on to the core. It gets your panties all wet, like a little school girl fantasizing about her daddy’s best friend.” He took his fingers and ran them up the smooth skin of my thigh, right up to the edges of my cotton panties. I felt my body tingle and I soon grew wet, closing my eyes and moaning subtly.

“No.” I moaned, feeling my body grow loose. My legs opened like a flower soaking in the sun’s rays. I didn’t want to, but I eventually gave in to him. I had to. I needed to. Fuck, this wasn't good.

“Yes.” he said, smiling coyly at me. He grabbed the thick of my hair and pulled it back. “You'll do whatever I say, won't you?” he said.

“Yes.” I found myself whispering. I was surprised by my answer. It was as if it came out on its own accord. He picked me up and pinned me against one of the speakers of the club, turning it on. The bass of the speaker pulsated against my dripping pussy. “Oh God.” I moaned.

He pushed my ass harder onto the speaker, moving my hips from side to side. It felt incredible. My pussy was soaking. The vibrations smoothed against my clit, This was
not
good!

He said, “We need to work together. We can win this if we’re a team.” He put his forehead against mine and kissed my lips tenderly. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.

“You believe in me? This isn't some weird trick you and Bruce are cooking up?” How could I trust him? Since I had met him, only darkness and despair followed. Was this a turning point? Could we fix this together?

“I believe in you.” he said. The magic words. The music from the speakers was still pounding against my wetness, massaging my clit and working me up to a frenzy. I couldn't believe it. I was so close to exploding.

“Fuck.” I purred, wrapping my arms around his strong body.

“Now, I want you to fuck yourself. And the whole time you do, I want you to stare into my eyes.” he said, stepping back and smiling to himself.

“You like playing games, don't you?” I said, placing my hands between my legs. He nodded and pulled his cock out. “Okay. Let's play.” I moaned, staring at him.

God, he was huge. So huge, it made me salivate. Truth was, I wanted a guy like him. When you were with a guy as tough as Rust, you knew he was going to treat you wrong in all the most wonderful ways.

“We’re in this together.” he repeated, sliding his hand up and down. The bass kept rubbing my tight hole as I massaged my clit. Almost immediately, I felt that tingling sensation between my legs rise to an unimaginable degree. My face grew warm and my palms were sweaty. I grew weak in the knees. And all the while, Rust was staring directly into my eyes. No, he was staring into my soul, knowing full well that he had me. Well, I had him too. I had him by his thick shaft and huge balls. Together. We were in this together.

“I'm cumming!” I moaned.

“Me too.” he said, head tilted back with satisfaction and extreme excitement.

And in that moment, we lost each other in a fog of pure pleasure. I was his. Oh God, I was his.

T
he first thought
I had was, “What the fuck happened last night?” This shit always happened with me. All the things I had said to Jackie came flooding back to me. Ultimately, I shrugged it off. I've said worse before. Plus, she seemed cool with it. She wasn’t uptight and she wasn’t begging to marry me or nothin’.

Weird thing was, I didn't really regret any of it. Shit, it wasn't as if I said I loved the woman. But I couldn't deny that there was some sort of connection between us. So when I woke up to her mouth around my cock, I couldn't complain. In fact, I let her have her way.

“Good morning.” she whispered, with that cat-like smile of hers. She had my shaft in her hand like it was a weapon of hers.

“Sure is.” I breathed in deep. Her scent was the only good thing in this hell of a world.
Uh, oh
. There were those emotions again. Where the hell did they come from and why couldn’t I shake ‘em?
Together…
The words I spoke echoed throughout my head. “Swallow it whole, baby…” I moaned, letting her take control for once.

“Yes, boss.” she whispered, kissing down my happy trail, running her hands across my abs. And in one instant, she swallowed the whole thing. I usually kicked women out in the morning, or at least right after I came, but I was feeling a little generous today. I don’t know what it was, but I was in a good and loving mood. I breathed in deep and let her work her way to my heart.

After we fooled around some more, I walked up to the bar and poured us another drink. “I don’t know what it is,” I began rambling, “…but when I’m with you, I have
fun
.” It was an awkward thing to say, I’ll admit. And it wasn’t too manly either. I instantly regretted those words.

She buttoned up her shirt and said, “Me too. Fun is nice.” She smiled and eyed me, as if she was trying to analyze my every thought.

“Don’t get any ideas.” I said. “We have a job to do. Can’t have too much fun.”

“Right.” she simply said. “We have a job to do.”

We both glanced over at Ralphie and I let out a large sigh. “I’ll call someone to pick him up.” I grabbed my phone and called our clean-up guy, some old waste management worker. I didn’t really know the guy, but he did good work. “Yeah. It’s me. Come to the club. You know the code to get in? Good. It’ll be there.” I hung up the phone.

“He’s on his way.” I said, setting my drink down and walking toward the back door. “Come on, let’s get to working.”

“You got a plan?” she asked me, as we walked through the back hallway.

“I always got a plan. Question is, is it a good plan?” I responded, pushing the back room door open. We sat down on the leather couch and I went to explaining.

“Here’s what I know. We
are
at war. It may not look like it yet, but things are heating up. Both sides are gearing up to launch attacks. The best thing we can do is to attack first, but we do it with stealth.” I said.

“So what do you propose?” she asked, still sipping on her drink.

“Well there are a few things we can do, but I’m thinkin’ we do something crazy. Here’s my plan: we get married.” It was a crazy plan. Completely insane. But that’s how I operated. And if it worked, it could save us all.

“Uh, what?” she said, shaking her head. “What are you talking about, Rust. Marriage? Just because we fucked a few times doesn’t mean I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Jesus.”

I laughed. “You think I want to be with
you
either? But now we’re in this mess and we need
something
big that’s going to mend our two crews.”

“I don’t know, Rust. It doesn’t sound like such a hot plan. What would Bruce say if you told him?”

I thumbed at a cigarette, though I didn’t light it. I was thinking. “I think he’d go for it.” I finally said, after some time. “As tough as he is, he’s a real softy inside. He loves marriage and shit.”

“Bruce? Are you kidding me? The guy seems to be perpetually single.” She was laughing uncontrollably now and I couldn’t help but chuckle with her.

“Yeah, well. Maybe he’s holdin’ out for the right person.” I shrugged. “Look, what are the two things that our crews want?”

“I don’t know, autonomy? Money?”

“You’re close. Power and Freedom.” I said. “Your side wants to be taken seriously. They want their territory to remain theirs. I get that. But Bruce, he ain’t as understanding as I am. I hate to admit this, but he wants the territory to himself.
Power
. Once you have it, you want more.”

She put her palms against her forehead, thinking hard about what I had just said. “So the Hell’s Wheels want a voice. And Courage wants more. Sounds like you finally get what I’ve been saying all along.”

“Your father was a good man. He never let a member of his crew starve or be shut out. That’s the mark of a good leader. His legacy deserves respect. But your boys, they want a regime change. That’s never a good sign. So my proposal is we bring the two together. We expand your territory and push out the Darkhorse MC. Together.” Maybe what I said last night wasn’t such a crazy thing after all. If we were going to stomp out the threat of fear and tyranny, we
had
to try working together. We had no other choice.

“
Together
…” she repeated, almost in a dreamlike trance. “You’re insane, you know that right?”

I shrugged. “That’s what they’ve told me. I’m just rollin’ with the punches, babe.” I finally lit up my cigarette and smiled, putting my feet up.

“Alright, Rust. I’m with you. Let’s get married. Shit.” She said, smiling big. “But you better get me the biggest ring you can find. I want diamonds, Rust. Platinum and diamonds.”

“Shit, if this plan works, I’ll go down into the mines myself and get you your diamond.” I laughed. She rested her head on my chest and I slowly felt those damn emotions flood back. Marriage. My mother, God rest her soul, would be so proud.