LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 40: [6]
Spotting a Crown Vic, parked a bit away from Tara's house I have a sinking suspicion that it belongs to the ATF Agent Tara dated and is now being stalked by.
'Shouldn't it take him longer to get here…or was he here all along…and that's why he got put on leave by his supervisor or something like that…it's been awhile since I watched the Sons of Anarchy…'
'Watch that car.' I command my Shadowkhan, as I can't tell if there is someone in it or not at the moment, a Shadowkhan sends a message of acceptance to me and I get a very large view of the vehicle from an above position, and it looks like the guy from the show, nearly making me lock of the bike and charge over there and kill him now.
But I hold off and drive away for now… 'I'll take care of you, but later…Tara needs closure…'
'Take him, secure him!' I command my Shadowkhan a sinister smirk tugging at my lips while I look back to the road and speed up.
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Pulling into the clubhouse's/garage's parking lot shutting the gate behind me, finding the place devoid of life except for the usual neon lights, parking lot lamp and a couple of lights on in the shop.
"Somebody should always be here on guard duty." I mutter while shaking my head from side to side sadly.
'For a bunch of criminals that have dealings with the IRA, multiple gangs and a cold war going on with a rival MC/gang…these guys take a pretty lax hand to everything…in all their dealings…it's amazing they've survived this long!' I internally express, as I enter the shop finding Gemma's Caddy coupe waiting for me.
Sighing softly I grab the shop vac and an assortment of tools I'll most likely need to replace the window with a long with a roll of painters tape to hold the new glass in place while I put it on the track.
Setting to work removing the passenger seat, and the door panel vacuuming the remaining glass from the door, and cleaning the interior of the car of glass and vacuuming the seat.
Grabbing the new glass panel off of the work bench I slot the glass in place, holding it up so that it is flush with the top of the door frame using my teeth and free hand to rip off pieces of tape to tape the window in place, getting that down I adjust the power window framing, tighten the clamps that hold the bottom of the window.
Turn the key and give the window button a quick test to make sure there's no binding and that the glass is correctly in place.
Smiling at a job well done, I put the paneling back in place, quickly following it up with the passenger seating.
Nodding in satisfaction, I put away the tools, and walk back over to the car, remove the tape that I had used to secure the window in place during the install. Now with the tape gone I properly test the window's ability to open and close… 'Probably should have kept that tools out but she's working perfectly so no harm done there.'
Closing the passenger side door I walk around to the driver's side put the seat all the way back and climb in, 'Ooo, like sitting on a cloud…I definitely need to get me one of these sexy babies.' I internally sigh as I start the Caddy and back out of the garage.
Pulling onto the road I get out of the car, walk over to the gate walking it shut and then locking the gate to at least somewhat secure the lot, getting back into the car I drive to Gemma's and Clay's place, parking the car in the driveway, taking the key out of the ignition.
Getting out of the car walking around to the back of the house spotting Gemma in the dining room, in a sexy and short silk robe, a glass of red wine on the table, glasses that make her look like a sexy teacher or librarian on her face and a romance novel in her hand the title being, "The Young Motorcycle Club Stud…and the Neglected Old Lady." I can't help the snort I make at the title of the book.
'Well…it seems I've either been satisfying her fantasies or the trigger for some new ones.' I internally snicker as I slide the glass and screen door open, letting myself into the home…Gemma doesn't seem to register my entrance though so I keep my footsteps light setting the keys in the key dish on the kitchen counter, sliding my feet out of my boots on the tile flooring of the kitchen.
Sneaking up behind Gemma grabbing her hair that's up in a sexy and messy bun with chopsticks holding it in place, making Gemma let out a very lady-like scream of surprise that is quickly silenced by me smashing my lips against hers.
Gemma retaliates by biting my lip and pulling savagely while clawing at my face and chest, her robe coming open revealing her beautiful tits, I grab her right breast and exert a punishing grip with my right hand as my left tightens in her hair.
As she breaks the kiss I hear her gasp in shock and say my name, in a needy whimper, needles to say when I kissed her this time there wasn't any resistance in face she pushed her tongue into my mouth and stood from the chair only for me to push her onto the table, kicking the chair that she just vacated out of my way, her hands going to my jeans freeing my cock, her warm soft hands on my shaft guiding it to her entrance I thrust forward burying myself into her sopping wet cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck yes fuck me!" Gemma shouts out, almost sounding angry as her walls tighten around my girth, I slam in and out her, taking her harder than I've ever taken a woman before in my life.
Gemma screams and cums within seconds, I keep mercilessly fucking her, the loud sounds of my body smacking against her, and the sloppy sound of my cock ravaging her pussy full the room as I continue to maul and mold her tits, now with both of my hands.
Soon I'm pumping a fat load into her pussy, which makes the woman release a primal howl of fulfillment as she experiences another earth shattering orgasm, that has her trembling and convulsing on the kitchen table.
Keeping my still hard cock inside of Gemma I lift her up off of the table and carry her to her bedroom, there is only a fraction of hesitancy in her body language as I start taking her on her marital bed.
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Gemma milks one last orgasm out of each of us and falls to my chest after eagerly and expertly riding me, she is breathing heavily against my chest, as I trace lines up and down her back.
After a few minutes of recovery her hands come up and snake underneath my head wrapping around my neck her lips against my neck teasing the flesh with her teeth.
"You keep doing that…you're going to get fucked till dawn." I tease partially being serious, Gemma just laughs against my neck.
"Like that sexy little blonde I sent to you…sounds like heaven…" Gemma murmurs back to me a bit of possessiveness leaking into her body language.
"Gemma, come with me to L.A…divorce Clay…" I murmur not sure what possess me to say these words other than the very deep feelings the original Vincent had towards Gemma that I inherited and my own sexual attraction to her.
"I-I can't…as nice as this is…I love Clay and the Club needs me, Jackson needs me…I'm going to be a grandma!"
"Clay doesn't give you what you need as a woman, Jackson is a grown man now with a wife, that I might add you forced on him, that he accepted out of loneliness…you can still be a grandma to your grandchild…" Gemma rolls off of me and faces away from me. I roll over pressing my chest against her back while wrapping my right arm around her and sliding my left underneath her head which she assists with by lifting her head up just enough.
"I'm old Vince…"
"You're thirty…" 'Actually forty four…but most women want to be flattered about their age.'
Gemma scoffs but wiggles her plump ass against my cock, in a show of appreciation to my flattery which has my cock rapidly returning to full mast.
'Damn, do I have superhuman stamina or what!'
"You need to find someone young and pretty…to pump out little Rugrats for you so Jax's kid has someone to grow up with…" Gemma murmurs but I can hear her resistance to the idea fracturing with every grind/wiggle of her hips.
"What about a little brother or sister for Jax…you're young enough to have another…" I murmur as I lean back and place a trail of kisses along her shoulder to her neck.
"No way in hell is another baby coming out of this! Nope, never again!" Gemma rejects quite seriously while cupping her vagina, making me chuckle…my fingers traveling along the scar from her open heart surgery.
'I doubt she's going to change her mind…plus I need to get to Tara…can't break my promise to her…I mean I can, I just don't want to.' I internally express feeling a little confused at my desire to be with Gemma and Tara, one being a psychopath that not only killed her husband but also killed the mother of one of her grandchildren and the savior/surrogate mother to the other.
"At least think it over Gemma…I love you and want to make you happy…" I murmur and place a kiss on her cheek before getting out of bed.
"You're leaving?" Gemma asks and the mask of the bad bitch biker old lady cracks to a woman that wanted some cuddle time.
"Yeah, have somethings to take care of before I leave for L.A. tomorrow…think it over Gemma…I'm serious about wanting to be with you…can't promise you something stupid like absolute loyalty of marriage and all that…but I'd definitely give you a more sexually fulfilling love life that's for sure…bet Clay's trembling hands are a big turn off for you…wonder how long he's got till he can't ride anymore?" I say to her and then bring up Clay as I enter her bathroom to get cleaned up.
Five minutes later I'm out of the shower, Gemma laying sprawled out on the bed…invitingly looks at me imploringly but I only lean over the bed and plant a chaste kiss against her lips.
Pulling back from the kiss, giving Gemma an appreciative once over, I turn away from her and walk out of her and Clay's bedroom, with the feeling that I'm permanently closing a door.
After picking up my clothes on the way to the dining room and getting dressed in front of the glass door, I leave the house and begin to walk away from the house that was once the closest thing I ha-my predecessor had to a home.
My super speed suddenly activates and I find myself running so fast that the world seems to be frozen I reach the clubhouse in under a second, jump over the gate lift my bike up from the frame carry it over to the gate and jump upwards easily clearing the gate to the lot.
Setting my bike down rubber to pavement I get on my bike, and the world resumes it's usually speed as I start my V-Rod and drive to Tara's house.
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Pulling into Tara's driveway all the lights in and outside the house are on, making me frown...as I put the kickstand down, walking up to the front door taking the spare key to the house that I had pocketed on my exit.
I unlock and open the door walking inside finding Tara curled up on the couch, revolver on the cushion next to her hands, a happy but tired smile gracing her face as she looks up at me.
Smiling back to the exhausted woman I take my boots off walk over to the couch pick her up and begin to carry her to one of the bedrooms, when she speaks up to stop me.
"C-can we sleep on the couch...can I lay on top of you?" Tara's voice is soft and shy bringing the mix of a worried frown and smile to my face, her state of dress is the same as when I left.
I don't bother answering her question and lay down on the couch Tara immediately manuverning so the she is laying on my chest with her face buried into the crook of my neck, her breathing quickly deepening and evening out.
A relieved sigh escapes me at Tara's almost immediate fall to sleeps vill, as I can tell how desperately she needs it, shutting my own eyes wrapping my arms around her waist I quickly join her in falling asleep.