Ride Me Away (7 page)

It was the beginning of a new month. For most people, that really had no meaning other than that they needed to flip the calendar. For me, while on a job, it meant evaluation time.

Jackson would be down here all week, waiting until I gave the signal to meet. He would hide in the shadows, watching my every move.

I hated being tailed like that, so I always did my best to get the meeting out of the way as soon as possible. Some times were easier than others, which was why we were given the full week window.

Bright and early on the first of the month, I got on my bike and began riding it out of town. Eventually, I noticed Jackson behind me in a beat-up old car. I still had no idea where I was going in this neck of the woods. I just went down enough back roads until things seemed to be far enough removed from civilization.

We found an old abandoned yard and parked our vehicles beside a dilapidated house. The paint had long been stripped from the wood and the windows were all broken. Creeping vines and fat, gnarled oak roots had forced the house to lean to one side; the wonders of Mother Nature slowly taking back what was rightfully hers.

Jackson stepped out of his car and I put the kickstand down, turning myself to the side. He walked over to me.

“So?” he said, putting one arm across his body and the other hand to his chin.

“Nothing major to report yet,” I replied. “Things are going according to plan. Jag has taken quite a liking to me already. In fact, this bike is a gift from them.”

“Excellent. I knew you were the right girl for the job, Anna.”

“I got a job at Club X, the little bar by my apartment. Things there are a bit fishy, but I don’t have any solid evidence yet.”

“Going for the bonus as usual I presume?”

“Always, sir,” I said with a smile.

“Good, we’re happy to pay it. Anything else of importance?”

Technically, I was supposed to disclose what had happened between Jag and I. However, I preferred to deal with personal matters personally instead of letting them pull me off the job to go through more “morality training.” Nothing they could teach me would change how I work, anyway.

“Not yet. For now, that’s all I got.”

“All right, we will meet again next month. Same time.”

“In only a month?”

“Things are going quickly for you, Anna. I expect you’ll have it done by then.”

“I’ll do my best, sir, but I’m not promising anything.”

“I don’t need your promises, Anna. I trust you will have things under control.”

Jackson turned and walked back to his car before he drove away. I couldn’t follow him just yet; that would look suspicious. I decided to explore the old yard a bit while I waited.

Walking through the tall grass around the house, I peeked in each of the windows, looking for anything that would give me an idea of the people who once lived here.

The mattresses were completely worn away. Nothing but the metal frame and springs were left. It looked like someone had already come through and taken all of the valuables.

I peered in through the second window around the back of the house and noticed a few newspapers in the middle of the room. Curiosity got the best of me, and even though I didn’t trust the integrity of the house, I figured it probably wouldn’t fall in on me during the few minutes that I would be inside.

I pulled a piece of siding off the wall and broke the remaining little bit of glass off the window before climbing in, one leg at a time. I moved slowly, making sure that each floorboard was still secure before I walked any further.

Gingerly grabbing a newspaper, I walked back out. I rested on the window frame and took a look at the cover.

Satan’s Sav—

Someone had burnt most of the top right corner. Almost all of the title was missing and part of the headline picture, which appeared to be of a biker holding up a young girl. The rest of the club stood behind them, posing for the picture.

When I tried to open the paper, it crumbled away like ash, most of it falling to my feet in little bits, leaving the remaining parts near useless.

The rest of the week went by without a hitch. I was starting to settle into my new job and way of living. Despite the fact that Jag and I hadn’t had any contact since that first ride, I still knew he would be back for me. I just had to be patient.

I was just cleaning up after dinner when I heard that same rough pounding on the door. With my hands still wet with soapy dishwater, I went to see who it was.

“Let’s go!” Jag said as soon as I opened the door. He grabbed me by the hand once again and dragged me away from my chores.

“Ew, gross, did you pee all over yourself?” he said as he looked back at me with a smile.

“Yeah,” I replied as I dried my hands all over his pants.

“You’re nasty.”

We took his bike out of town again, down the dusty trails and into a small valley. When we got there, Jag grabbed a rolled up blanket from the compartment box on his bike and we left it by the road. It was a picturesque landscape. The sun was setting just beyond the hill on the other side of the riverbed, staining the sky with shades of gold, red, and inky violet.

The two of us climbed over a nearby wooden fence and he took me over to an abandoned flat bed trailer. It had two flat tires, but the front end still managed to stay off the ground by way of an old rusty jack. The back of it faced a tree with some cans hanging down from a branch, tied there with some old rope.

Jag reached into his jacket and pulled out a pistol before handing it to me.

“Ever used one of these before?”

I looked down at the Glock before taking it from his hand. Without hesitation, I took aim at one of the cans.

Ting.

“Jesus girl, you hold that thing like a fed.”

He looked at me, a flash of concern passing over his rugged face.

“My dad was one. When I was young, he used to take me out back and show me how to shoot. It’s just how I learned.”

It was true; that was the only piece of information about my real self that I ever disclosed to anyone while on a job.

“And… you?” he asked.

“Me? Oh no, I went the opposite direction after he was killed.”

“Sorry to hear that.” He put his hand on my leg. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Not much to say.” I took another shot at the cans. “I was only twelve.”

Jag took his hand away from my leg and pulled out another Glock. He took aim and nailed the can next to the one I had been shooting at.

“I know how you feel,” he said, lowering his gun.

“What do you mean?”

“I lost my dad when I was young, too.” I could see him fighting back the tears as he raised his gun and fired off three shots in rapid succession, only landing one.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

“I usually don’t,” he said, looking off into the distance. “He died for this club—to protect it. That’s our score to settle with the Reapers.”

He reached back into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette tin. Inside were a few already pre-rolled.

“You smoke? It’ll help us relax.”

Jag offered one of the joints to me and I took it. He grabbed another one and put the rest away before pulling out a lighter. I held mine to my lips and sucked in as he lit it.

I took a long drag, immediately confirming my suspicions that it wasn’t tobacco.

The agency wouldn’t approve of my methods, but they couldn’t argue with my success. This would have to be another thing that I happened to forget when Jackson came back for our next meeting.

We finished our joints in silence, taking occasional shots at the cans as we smoked. Once I could feel the high creeping over me, I put the gun down.

“Tell me more about your dad,” I said.

“The bastards got him in his sleep. My mom and sis, too. The only reason I’m still here is because I was sleeping over at a friend’s house that night. You remember us mentioning Roxie?”

“Yeah.”

“She was Rod’s old lady. Died same night as my family. They tried to take out him too, but she was makin’ him sleep on the couch that night and he heard the shots. Had enough time to get his gun and defend himself.”

“Jesus. And he’s all right with me driving her bike?”

“It’s been a long time. I think he’s ready to move on.”

Jag looked over at me, his eyes soft and vulnerable. He grabbed my hand and rubbed my palm with his thumb, looking down at our fingers as they touched.

“The club was all I had left. They took me in after that, and I’ve never looked back.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he shifted his body closer to mine. When our shoulders touched, I could feel my stomach tighten.

He looked into my eyes and leaned in for a slow, passionate kiss. This time, I didn’t hesitate.

His hand found its way back to my thigh, and his other arm wrapped around my back. He pulled me in closer to his body and I put my arms over his shoulders, running my fingers through his soft hair.

Jag got on his feet, our lips never separating as he pushed me down onto the flat bed. Our kisses remained slow and my emotions were running wild. It might have been the weed, but I wasn’t so sure.

I ran my hands all over his body, feeling every piece of him. His cock was getting harder against my thigh the longer we kissed until I could feel the throbbing through our clothes.

Jag began exploring underneath my shirt, slowly moving his hands up my stomach. My mind was clouded by a pleasant haze, and as my apprehensions drifted away from me, I knew my body would win this time.

I let him continue. I
wanted
him to continue.

His hand reached my breasts and he took one into his grasp, massaging it as I found my own hands reaching for him. They moved down his chest and abs, before releasing his belt.

He pulled me back up and removed my shirt before laying it down behind me. My breasts were now fully exposed to him, nipples fully erect.

Pushing me back down, Jag’s kisses became more intense. He began squeezing my tits with a little more force as I undid his zipper.

I reached past his waistband to find his smooth shaft ready for me. Gripping onto it, I began stroking him. He reached down with one hand and dropped his pants before kicking them off. His cock was mine for the taking.

He began thrusting his hips in motion with my strokes and I could feel little droplets of his pre-cum wetting my hand.

Jag’s own hand arrived at my belt, releasing it and unzipping me. He stood up to pull my pants off, his hard cock swaying gently side to side as he tugged at them.

I spread my legs and put my feet up on the trailer, touching my pussy as he threw my pants beside me. I spread my lips for him, exposing everything I had.

He shot me a hungry, smoldering look before pulling me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his back as he crouched down to bring his cock against my pussy.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. If Jackson ever learned of this, the repercussions would be severe, but I couldn’t muster the will to care. This was something I needed to do for me, not the job that had somehow taken over my life.

He pushed himself inside me, spreading my lips and filling me completely. Each thrust was full of lust and desire, something I truly had been missing in all of my recent flings.

One hand found its way back up to my breast, and then to my mouth. I took his index finger between my lips, sucking on him as he fucked me.

Our eyes locked, and realized I was seeing a different side of the badass biker Jag strived so hard to be.

I began moaning with delight, as loud as I wanted to. There wasn’t another soul around for miles. We were the only two people in the world at that moment.

Jag breathed his pleasure into my ear as he rocked his hips back and forth against me. This was something I had wanted for a while now, and it felt so naughty to finally do it.

He lowered his body over top of mine and came lower for a kiss. I ran my hands over his strong shoulders as he held his weight up off of me.

“Cum in my mouth,” I whispered.

He pulled his wet dick out of me and I sat up. I took him into my mouth, savoring the flavor of my juices coating his shaft, as well as the beads of salty pre-cum still bubbling out of his tip.