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  How had this happened? One minute he was breaking down my door and the next minute he had me wet and in the palm of his hands. The most crazy part of this was that I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to make me come.

  ***

  Rodeo slid down the front of my body, his hands tracing the shapes of my breasts and my stomach, before he was crouched down in front of me. I looked down at him with a gasp as he placed his hands on my thighs.

  “Spread your legs, Jordan,” he said. His voice was deep and commanding and I did as I was told. I spread my bare legs for him and there he was, right in front of my pussy, his hot breath falling on my skin. I felt like I was about to pass out from the rush.

  Rodeo looked up at me and I saw the grin on his face. His blue eyes glittered. He was pleased with himself, pleased by the reaction he was having on my body.

  I sighed deeply, my breasts rose and fell and I reached for his hair. I watched with bated breath as he leaned his face closer to my pussy.

  “You look delicious,” he murmured as he reached for my folds with his long fingers. I felt the warmth and pressure of his fingers on my swollen throbbing clit and I moaned.

  “Good girl,” Rodeo grunted and then his tongue was on me.

  I gasped loudly, weaving my fingers into his hair as he remained crouched in front of me. His long tongue had just lapped slowly against my pussy and I felt like my body was on fire.

  “Please…” I murmured and he looked up at me. He thought I wanted him to stop.

  “Please, don’t stop,” I snapped and my body was trembling as he stuck his tongue out again. With just the tip of his tongue, he flicked my clit and then slid it into my folds.

  I could feel the pressure and friction of his tongue sliding inside me. I felt like I was going to explode. I had never felt this turbulent rise and fall of adrenaline and a rush of desire at the same time. I didn’t know this man. He had just knocked down my door and now I was willingly letting him slip his tongue into my pussy! I didn’t even recognize myself. I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that he had complete control over my body and every inch of me that he touched, he was setting on fire.

  Rodeo’s rough beard scratched against the sensitive skin around my pussy. I wanted more. Holding on to his head, I pushed him further towards me, so his tongue slid in deeper and deeper into my pussy. He drew his tongue out and then rubbed it against my clit. I was beginning to moan even louder now.

  I held on to his head with one hand, and with the other, I squeezed my sensitive breasts. My nipples were aching for his mouth, but my pussy had his full attention. His tongue slid in and out of my folds now, in quick mechanical thrusts.

  Sex with a stranger, in my own bedroom—I had never imagined anything like this would happen to me and neither had I imagined that it could feel this good.

  My hips rolled, it was almost like a dance and Rodeo didn’t stop thrusting his tongue in and out of me. I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm now. I could feel it taking control of my body in jolts. I was going to come very soon and then he pulled his tongue out.

  I moaned out his name and he looked up at me. There was a smile on his face, his lips glistened with my juices.

  “Do you even know how tasty you are?” he asked, and didn’t expect an answer. He turned his attention back to my pussy now. He had seen it in my eyes—just how close to coming I was and he was determined to see it through.

  He dove his tongue back into my pussy and this time, he did it gently. He was teasing me into my orgasm, lapping up my juices, nibbling at my clit and rubbing the skin around my pussy with his beard. There were loud smacking sounds in the air as he ate me out, I could feel my juices oozing out of me. I had no control over my mind or body anymore.

  “Rodeo, I’m going to come,” I said, in a husky warning voice. That was all he needed to hear. His tongue slid in and out of my pussy in jerks, he licked and lapped at my folds till I exploded.

  My toes curled and my body jerked as I orgasmed violently. I was screaming, I could feel my face going red and I had my eyes pressed tightly shut as I came. My cum was spilling out of me, straight into his mouth and Rodeo didn’t stop licking me, he didn’t stop using his tongue to keep lapping up my juices.

  “So fucking tight,” he mumbled, while his mouth remained stuck to my pussy. My orgasm came in waves, rising and falling till finally, my breathing began to subside.

  My body suddenly felt different. I knew I had experienced something I had never imagined before. Sex with no guy before this had been this good, and he hadn’t even pounded me with his cock. All he’d used was his tongue.

  There were shivers running up and down my spine, as Rodeo finally slipped his tongue out of my pussy and started to straighten himself up.

  I leaned myself back against the wall again. I was panting and out of breath, still in a daze from my explosive orgasm. Rodeo was grinning, and then he took the back of his hand and rubbed it over his mouth, wiping off my juices from his lips.

  “I think we both needed that to just calm down,” he said. I looked down at his jeans, his cock was still erect. He had obviously not come yet but good sense was returning to me. The reality of the situation had just struck me—that I just had sex with a stranger and I still wasn’t sure what he wanted from me.

  Chapter 5

  Rodeo

  I ran my hand through my hair. My cock was throbbing hard for her, and I reached down to my jeans and gave it a quick rub through my clothes.

  Jordan was standing pasted to the wall, her mouth hanging gaping wide as she stared at me. Had nobody ever fucked her like that before? She looked like she was in shock. I, on the other hand, wanted more. I wanted her to come first, so she could just relax a little but now I wanted to get off too.

  I watched as Jordan licked her lips nervously, and then bending forward, she started pulling her panties and jeans up her legs. So, that was it. I wasn’t getting an opportunity to seal the deal.

  Just as well, I thought, and took a step away from her. The idea here was to make her trust me, to make her feel safe in my presence. I wasn’t going to push myself on her, no matter how much I wanted her body.

  Jordan dressed herself, and then tucked some stray strands of dark hair behind her ears.

  “Just so you know, I don’t normally do something like this,” she said and I smiled.

  “Something like what? Let a stranger make you come right after he’s kicked down your door?” I asked and Jordan took in a deep breath and looked away from me. She looked slightly embarrassed, but I was just glad she wasn’t crying anymore. She seemed a bit braver now.

  “Yes, exactly. That’s not what I’m into or anything,” she added and I allowed myself to laugh.

  “I’ll just take that as a compliment then,” I told her and she snapped her head up to look at me again. I followed her every movement with my eyes as slid her hands into the tight pockets of her jeans.

  She had no idea how thoroughly I had enjoyed making her come. Watching her coming, the way her body rolled and moved as she quaked, how sweet she tasted—that was enough for me, for now. She still looked embarrassed though, and I found that adorable.

  The fear in her dark eyes was now replaced with shyness. She refused to meet my eyes.

  “So, what now?” she asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

  “Nothing. I told you I was going to give you time, and that is exactly what I’m going to do. I want you to trust me, I want you to believe that I’m not out to get you. I’m trying to get to the people you are in danger from,” I said.

  Jordan gulped, her eyes had grown wide. I could see that she was struggling to believe me. I wanted to touch her again, to pull her into my arms and make her see that I would never do anything to hurt her.

  “Okay, I guess I’ll think about it,” she replied, in a soft meek voice and I nodded my head.

  “Okay, but just so you know, I don’t have much time. I want to get to that fucker before he gets to one of us, or y
ou,” I said and Jordan’s nostrils flared again. She knew what I was talking about. She knew exactly the kind of danger she was in. The Dark Legion were a ruthless MC. They weren’t just going to allow a witness to sit around, with loads of opportunity to go to the police.

  Jordan nodded her head, I nodded back and then turned from her. I was going to walk out of her bedroom, and I could feel the pull that was dragging me back to her. I stopped and turned to her again.

  “Sorry again, about the door. I want to fix it for you,” I said.

  “Okay, thank you, that would be great,” she said.

  “Do you have somewhere to go till I get the door fixed? I have some things to take care of and then I’ll get to it, it’ll probably be a few hours,” I said and she shook her head.

  “No, I don’t really have anywhere to go, but that’s okay, I’ll figure something out,” she replied and I clenched my jaws.

  “No, I can’t just leave you here in your apartment, with the door missing. You’ll be like a sitting duck for the Dark Legion to come after you. I’ve just made it very easy for them to get to you. It’s my responsibility to keep you safe now,” I said.

  Jordan was watching me open-mouthed. I could see the fear returning to her eyes again. She pressed the back of her hand to her lips, to stop herself from crying.

  “It’s okay,” I said and I rushed towards her, stopping myself just in time from pulling her into my arms. I didn’t really know this woman, I had no right over her. It wasn’t my place to console her, and it wasn’t my responsibility to make her feel better. My only responsibility was to look out for her safety because I had broken her door.

  “Do you mind hanging out with me for a few hours? Till I get the chance to get your door fixed?” I asked.

  Jordan looked surprised by the suggestion and then she bit down on her lip.

  “You don’t mind? Are you sure I won’t be in your way?” she asked and I smiled. This was a good sign. The fact that she was willing to spend time with me alone meant that she was beginning to trust me.

  “No, you won’t be in the way,” I said and she nodded her head, she was beginning to smile too.

  I had no idea why I was trying to keep her close to me. It was more than just about the shooter, it was more than just about her safety. I was looking forward to spending time with her.

  ***

  Jordan asked me to wait outside in her living room for a few minutes while she changed. I sat down on her couch and looked around the place, then I stood up and walked over to the window. It had a direct view of the street below, where Fred’s body had laid.

  I took in a deep breath to control the rage that bubbled up in me. What exactly had Jordan seen? Had she just heard the gunshot? Had she actually seen the shooting?

  I couldn’t have any of these answers till she gave them to me, and right now, she was in danger if she didn’t speak up. That was the bit I was struggling to explain to her.

  The quicker I got to the Dark Legion, and the exact shooter; the sooner she could be safe again. The longer I didn’t know who to get for Fred’s death, the longer Jordan’s life was going to be in danger too.

  I stared at the spot on the street, the spot where Fred had been shot and where he had fallen. What was he doing out here? I couldn’t think of a single good reason for him to be in this neighborhood at five in the morning. We had no business here and as far as I knew, Fred didn’t know anybody in this neighborhood either. And I liked to believe that I knew everything about him. He most definitely knew everything about me.

  “He was wearing a leather cut,” I heard Jordan’s voice behind me and I turned to find her standing at her bedroom door. She had changed into a soft pink dress that grazed her knees. Her arms were bare, and looked long as she clasped her hands together in front of her.

  Jordan’s raven hair was free flowing and recently combed, and it matched her sparkling dark eyes.

  “Excuse me?” I said and turned to her fully.

  She stepped into the living room, licking her lips nervously. This was the first thing she had said about the shooting, and I was eager to know more. I didn’t want to push her either, in fear of scaring her into a corner again.

  “The man, the shooter, he was on a bike and he was wearing a leather cut, a lot like yours,” she said and her eyes roamed over the leather jacket I was wearing.

  Just like I had predicted, she had seen the shooting, or at least the shooter.

  “How much did you see?” I asked, and my voice had become deep and shaky. Jordan didn’t look afraid anymore, did she trust me fully now? Was that why she was willing to speak about it?

  “I saw the whole thing. I had gotten up early to study, and I was standing by the window drinking a mug of coffee,” she continued. I gulped as she walked closer to me.

  “And what happened? What did you see?” I asked. This was unexpected. Even a few minutes ago, I had thought it would take a long time before Jordan trusted me enough to tell me her story, but here she was, telling me everything.

  “I saw him, Fred, walking up the street towards the building. He looked like he was going to come in. Maybe he knows someone here?” she continued and I shook my head.

  “I can’t think of anybody he knows in the building. I looked up the names of the residents,” I told her and Jordan shrugged her shoulders and sighed.

  “Anyway, he looked up at me”

  “Fred?”

  “Yeah, he looked up at my window while I was standing there. Our eyes met, but I didn’t think much of it. To me, he was just a passerby, walking past our building or maybe a visitor to one of the other apartments,” she explained and I nodded my head.

  “Okay”

  “Then I heard the bike, it was like a loud roar because it was so silent everywhere. It was early, nearly five in the morning. He heard it too, Fred, and when he did, he started running,” Jordan continued and now her lips were quivering again. I could see her re-living the moment and it was difficult for her, but I needed to know. I needed a description.

  “He tried to run but the bike was too fast, it roared past and the man shot him, right in the chest,” Jordan said and she collapsed down to the floor.

  I rushed towards her, kneeling down on the carpet in front of her. I pulled her into my arms and she rested her cheek on my chest, holding me tightly as I rocked her.

  “Did you get a look at him? The shooter? Jordan, I need to know,” I said, while I held her.

  “Yes, I did. He was staring up at my window. He saw me looking. He was bald, with a long black beard and rings on both his ears. He had lots of tattoos too and he was wearing a leather jacket,” Jordan was speaking through her tears and I was trying to decipher the words.

  “What kind of jacket? Did you see a patch on his jacket? Like this one?” I asked, showing her the back of my jacket where the Marked Skulls patch was. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at it and then nodded her head.

  “Yeah, he had a patch on his jacket. It was a ball of fire with something like wings on both sides,” she said, making shapes in the air with her fingers.

  I was confused. That wasn’t the Dark Legion’s patch.

  “Are you sure? You sure it wasn’t a black arrow and…” I said but she was already shaking her head.

  “I am sure. I will never forget it. I will never forget anything about that man,” she stated and her voice was firm now, she was wiping her tears off her cheeks.

  What the fuck was going on? Why had Fred been shot by a member of Hell’s Drifters?”

  Chapter 6

  Jordan

  I was sitting behind Rodeo on his bike and my arms were wound around him. He said that he wanted to take me to the bar where he and his MC hung out. I didn’t know how to feel about that. Being in a bar in the midst of a group of rough biker guys, was exactly the kind of situation I wanted to avoid.

  Right now however, I didn’t have much of a choice. Rodeo was right, my life was in danger—with or without the door in my apartment. I
was lucky that it was Rodeo who had got to me first, and not one of the members of the MC who had shot down Fred. My only choice now was to stick with Rodeo, and I felt safe with him.

  He stopped the bike outside a dingy looking dive bar. It was apparently called T-Bone, according to a broken down sign on top of the door. Rodeo took off his helmet and gave me his hand so I could jump off the bike.

  “Don’t be nervous, these guys are my friends. They aren’t going to do anything to you,” he said, as he led the way into the bar. I watched Rodeo’s wide muscular back as he walked ahead of me.

  I could still feel his arms around me when he held me in my apartment. When I was describing the shooting scene to him, I couldn’t control the tears and he had rushed towards me, pulling me into his arms.

  The only thing I was sure of now, was that I trusted him. I trusted everything he had told me about himself and Fred and the shooter. When he held me close to his chest, I had felt his warmth. I could still feel his tongue on my pussy and it sent chills down my spine. Rodeo was quickly having a very strange hold over me.

  We entered the dimly lit bar and the men who were there turned abruptly to look at us. There were only a handful of them there and they were all dressed similar to Rodeo, with the same patch on their leather jackets. There was also a pretty girl in the corner, sitting beside a big muscular man.

  As Rodeo led me towards the middle of the bar, they were all watching me closely.

  “This is Jordan, she is the witness to Fred’s murder,” Rodeo said to them. I felt self-conscious under the watchful eyes of the men in the bar. I could feel my cheeks flushing, and I was too scared to meet any of their gazes.

  “Why the fuck have you brought her here?” said the older man, who was sitting on a high bar stool with a bottle of beer in his hand. I quickly sensed that he was the leader of the group.