Coyote Lee Page 3

  Coyote spent the next few weeks working hard around the ranch, doing whatever needed to be done. He cleaned the clubhouse, he worked in the greenhouse, watering the “plants.” He picked weeds in the garden by hand. He picked up around the shop and ran errands for Toolie and the other guys, going back and forth to the clubhouse for food or beer…whatever they needed. Toolie gave him the keys to the golf cart and told him to use that on his runs, but Coyote preferred to go on foot. Of course, that was because he had another secret that he hadn’t told Doc yet…he had no idea how to drive.

  His parents never owned a car. He never had a bicycle, much less a motorcycle. The only thing he was ever even close to with a motor when he was growing up was the harvest equipment out in the fields. But he wasn’t privy to driving any of it. He stood on the back sometimes and sprayed or picked from there…but that was it. One of the men that worked with them had a pickup and he would take whoever needed to go into town to cash their paycheck or buy groceries in it, and when they moved from one field to the next, and one crappy house, trailer, or tent to the next, they’d usually go in a van. But other than that, and the cars he’d rode in when he hitched his way back East…and the fancy ones that picked him up for his fights…that was the extent of his experience with motor vehicles.

  He was jogging from the clubhouse to the shop one day with his hands full of beer and potato chips when Hawk rode by. Coyote wasn’t sure yet how he felt about Hawk. The man was moody, and sarcastic, and he reminded him a little of the men he worked for in New York. He intimidated him. “Hey!” Hawk stopped his Harley and yelled at Coyote. Hawk was the VP of the club and as much as Coyote wanted to keep going, he knew better than to disrespect the man like that. He stopped and turned toward the VP.

  “Hey, Hawk. How’s it going?”

  Hawk had one eyebrow raised as he looked at the load Coyote was carrying in his hands. “Why don’t you use the golf cart?”

  Coyote searched for an answer that wouldn’t make him sound pathetic. He was almost nineteen years old. Who didn’t know how to drive by the time they were nineteen? Telling Doc he had no idea how to drive would have been hard. Telling Hawk was downright excruciating. Finally, nearly choking on the truth he said, “I don’t know how to drive it.”

  “Ain’t no different than…fuck, you ever drove a car, kid?” Coyote shook his head. “I’m guessing that’s a no on a bike too?”

  “I rode a bike once…”

  “I mean the kind with a motor.”

  “No, never drove anything, to be honest.”

  “Well, I’ll be damned. They keep you under a rock out there in California?” Coyote had told Doc he was from California, but not much else about his life. Doc must have told Hawk.

  “Pretty much, I guess.”

  Hawk smiled, like they shared an inside joke, and Coyote waited for it. He was sure the other man was about to make fun of him. He clenched his fists at his sides, willing himself not to use them. One wrong swing in a place like this could be as fatal as it was working for Slinko. “Well, boy, you’ve come to the right place. We ain’t got nothing going on this weekend. I’ll have Toolie tune up one of the old bikes and we’ll get you started. Right now, though, I’m guessing there might be something else you need to take out for a spin. Take that stuff and drop it off and meet me up at the club.”

  “Okay.” Coyote wanted to ask what Hawk thought he needed to take out for a spin…but, since Hawk was being nice, he didn’t want to push his luck. He would just have to wait and see.

  4

  “What can I get you to drink?” It was one of the angels, the red-haired one. Coyote had seen her several times since he’d begun getting around on his own, but he always put his eyes to the floor and moved on quickly, hoping she wouldn’t talk to him. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t like to talk to her. She was fucking hot. She was so hot that he masturbated with a picture of her in his head almost every chance he got. But…he had no idea what to say to her. Besides that, he’d seen Doc with her more than once and no way was he going to step on Doc’s toes. But Hawk had sat him down at the bar when he got back to the club and told him to tell the “girl” what he wanted to drink. The “girl” was at least five or six years older than him. She was wearing a white t-shirt that had been cut off so that her sexy flat stomach was showing, and her tits stretched the fabric almost to ripping across the top. Her shorts were denim and again, stretched as tightly across her wide hips and round butt as they could go. She had long, tan legs, long, curly red hair, green eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. His cock got hard just looking at her, if he had to spend too much time on that stool watching her pour drinks he was afraid he might come in his pants.

  “Um…beer, please.” The redhead smiled at him and his cock twitched in his pants. He looked away from her and looked around nervously for Hawk. The VP had disappeared and there weren’t very many people in the great room. It was the middle of the day; most people were at work. He wondered what Doc would think if he found him here, belly up to the bar in the middle of the day.

  “Here you go, sweetheart. It’s good to see you’re feeling better. Hawk says they call you Coyote…I’m Jamie.”

  Coyote’s entire body was hot. She was leaning on the counter now, facing him. Her breasts lay against the bar and the swell of them pushed up out of the neckline of the t-shirt. Her cleavage was at his eye level and he willed himself not to stare. She smelled good too. Fuck. Say something. She was staring at him with those pretty green eyes, waiting. Say something, idiot. “Nice to meet you, Jamie,” finally came out, in a shaky voice. She smiled again and said,

  “Hawk thought you and I might have some fun this afternoon.”

  Coyote had just picked up his beer. He put it down, too hard, and splashed some over the edge. Beads of beer landed on her chest and his eyes were glued to them as they rolled down into her cleavage. He was licking his lips before he even realized it when he heard Jamie laugh.

  “You like?” she said. Coyote was sure he knew what she was talking about, but he wasn’t sure he knew what he was supposed to say. He looked around the room again and back at Jamie. “Who are you looking for, hon?”

  “Nobody…I just, I mean, I thought you were with Doc.”

  Jamie sighed and with a pout of her lips she said, “Only when Doc wants me, which isn’t tonight.” She replaced the pout with a sexy look and leaned in so close that their lips were almost touching. “How about you and I go upstairs, Coyote?”

  He swallowed hard. “Doc won’t mind?” he asked, again.

  She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. “If I didn’t know better, I might think you’re just trying to rub that in. But no…Doc won’t mind. I’m not his old lady. I’m not anybody’s old lady…yet,” she said with a wink. “So, you want to go upstairs and enjoy the best blowjob of your life, or not?”

  Best? Hell, first was more like it. He was shaking hard as he put the beer bottle to his lips and drank it all down, in one, long chug. He set the bottle down again and wiped his mouth. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute. It wanted to worry about what she would say and who she would tell. But at that point his body was overriding it. He was horny, she was hot, and she was offering. Hawk set it up, so it must be okay. That was good enough for him. “Okay,” he said, simply. Jamie smiled, came around the bar, and held her hand out in his direction. Coyote took it and with one last look around, still worried just a bit that Doc was going to be pissed, he followed her to the stairs. She let go of his hand and walked in front of him. She had on high heels and her shorts were cut so high in the back that each step revealed a huge part of her butt cheek. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops to keep from reaching for it.

  Jamie took him down the hall past his room and to the room on the end. The door wasn’t locked, but once he walked inside, she locked it behind him, and then opened her arms. He moved into her and she kissed him. It was an open-mouth, full-tongue, slow, sweet, sexy kiss that made his cock ache. Her breasts wer
e pressed into his chest and she was grinding her hips into him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, especially when he felt her hands go to his waist and begin to unbuckle his belt. She had it undone in seconds, and a half a second after that his pants were unzipped and her hand was down inside. He sucked in a hard breath as she wrapped her warm hand around his cock.

  “Mm, nice,” she said. Coyote’s body felt like it was on fire. She was moving her hand up and down his shaft and circling her thumb over the wet head. His heart slammed into his chest and between his excitement and his nervousness, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Jamie smiled at him and slid her hand out of his pants. “Get undressed, big boy…I saw all of you while you were convalescing…but I want to see it all healed.”

  With shaking hands Coyote bent down and unlaced his boots. When he stood to kick them off, he saw that Jamie had pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing. His heart slammed ever harder…so hard that it hurt. She was wearing a white bra underneath it; he could see her hard nipples through it. He watched in anticipation as she slid her hand behind and unhooked her bra. With another sexy smile she said, “You go first.” Coyote stripped his shirt off faster than he ever had before. She ran her tongue across her lips and let the bra go. He gasped as it slid down her arms, exposing the most beautiful things he’d ever laid eyes on.

  “Fuck,” he whispered.

  She giggled. “Keep going.” He slid his jeans down and took them off one leg at a time. She winked at him, unbuttoned her shorts, and unzipped them. She wiggled her hips to get them down and once they were gone, he was gazing at her in nothing but a tiny slip of white panty that covered nothing but her slit. He was afraid that drool might be leaking out the sides of his mouth. He licked his lips just in case. “Shorts off, now,” she said. Her aggressive tone turned him on even more. His cock got hung up on the shorts as he tried hurriedly to pull them off. She giggled again, and he had to force himself to believe that she wasn’t laughing at him. He took a deep breath and told himself, “We’re just having fun.” Proving that point, she pulled off the sexy little thong she was wearing, marched over to where he was standing, and dropped to her knees in front of him. She tipped her head back and looked up at his face. “You ever had a blowjob, baby?”

  Coyote thought about lying, but Jamie seemed pretty damned experienced. She would probably know. “No,” he choked out.

  She smiled and said, “You’re in for a treat. The boys say I’m the best there is around here.” She had one of her hands on each of his thighs, kneading them with her fingers and pressing her nails in every so often, sending wild tingles down his spine. She slid one of her hands over until she wrapped her hand around his cock and she began to stroke it, slowly. He let out a moan and flexed his hips. She stroked harder, and faster.

  “Fuck, Jamie.”

  He watched in awe as she opened her mouth and leaned forward. He gasped and groaned when she opened her lips and let them slide around the head of his cock. He thought he might cry as she tipped her head forward and began to suck him in an inch at a time. His knees were already weak and his legs were shaking hard. She pulled him out of her mouth and massaged his balls with her fingertips as she said, “Go lie down on the bed, baby. I don’t want you falling down on me.”

  Coyote went over to the bed and lay on his back with his hips at the edge and his feet on the floor. Jamie didn’t get up. She crawled over to him…like a fucking porn star, he thought. She put her hands back on his thighs and pulled herself up and then without any further teasing, she opened her lips again and let his cock slide almost all the way into her mouth. He was gripping onto the comforter so tight that his fists hurt. He wanted to put his hands in her hair, but he was afraid to hurt her. She sucked him, slurping and licking, for several seconds before pulling him out again and saying, “Don’t waste all that strength on the bed, put those hands in my hair, baby…I like it a little rough.”

  Coyote did as she said, taking a handful of all her red hair and twisting it up in his fingers. She waited until he got a handful of the other side and then her tongue came out and she licked him from base to tip. He pulled…gently. She did it again, and again. He wanted her to put it in her mouth again, but she kept licking him and looking up at his face like she was challenging him somehow. He finally understood what she wanted. He kept his grip on one side of her hair and wrapped his other hand around his cock. He lifted her up by her hair and pressed his cock into her lips. She smiled, but didn’t open them. He pressed harder and this time she opened her lips and pulled back against the hold he had on her. In a voice that sounded strained she said, “Tell me what you want, Coyote.”

  “I want your lips back on it.”

  “Back on what? Talk to me. Pull my hair. Tell me what to do. I like it.”

  “Suck it, Jamie. Suck my cock.”

  “Mm, yeah, baby, that’s it. More.”

  He let go of his cock and put his other hand back in her hair. He pulled it, hard this time, and said, “Suck me! Now!”

  She opened her mouth wide and she let his cock slide against her tongue until it reached the back of her throat. He felt it slide into her throat and fireworks exploded behind his eyes. She started moving her head then, bobbing up and down, sucking and making slurping noises as she did. He kept his hands on her hair for a while, but the more excited he got, the braver he became. He let go of her hair and reached down and touched her breasts. He took her nipples in between his fingers and let out a long, satisfied moan. She was sucking hard and her fingers were back between his legs, massaging his balls. Coyote felt like he had died and gone to heaven and if that was the case, his will to go on living was gone. He could feel the orgasm building from his toes and working its way up. He suddenly didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do when that happened. “Jamie…” His voice was hoarse and almost devoid of air. “Jamie…I think you should stop…”

  She stopped sucking, and he immediately regretted telling her to. But then she did something else, almost as incredible. She slid her mouth over one of his thighs, licking down in between them, and she finally rested it where her fingers just were. She sucked the tender, sensitive skin over his balls, and then nearly sent him to the roof by taking one into her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue. He was panting and gasping, and the orgasm slammed into him like a speeding train. There was no way he could stop it. He reached down to put his hand on his cock, but Jamie beat him to it with hers. She began stroking him as he came, and then she brought her mouth up…and finished him off.

  Coyote’s head was spinning. His world was rocked…turned on its side, even. He pulled Jamie up onto the bed and wrapped one arm around her warm body, molding her into his side. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to do something to make her feel as good as she’d just made him feel. He turned his head toward her face and she was smiling as their lips met. She seemed as happy as he was, and he’d barely touched her. He had never met anyone that went out of their way to make sure he had what he needed before they got what they wanted. He smiled at that thought and as soon as his lips curled, she kissed him. He could taste himself on her and another thrill ran through him. The intimacy of it was almost sexier than the gorgeous woman in his arms. He lay there, savoring the feelings that seemed to be dancing on every nerve cell in his body as Jamie bit and sucked and licked at his lips. She slowly began to rub her breasts into him and he could already feel his cock beginning to respond again. He pressed his feet into the floor and moved them both further up onto the bed. Jamie stopped kissing him, which he didn’t like, but then she climbed up on top of him, which made his body convulse.

  She straddled his chest and he could feel her wet pussy, grinding down into him. He reached up and put one hand on her back and the other hand moved between her legs. He pushed her down so that her breasts were right over his face and he opened his mouth, covering one of her nipples with his lips. He began sucking on it and licking at the nipple while letting his fingers part her w
et lips and find their way into that hot, wet, private wonderland. He found her opening and he continued to make love to her breasts with his mouth while sliding one of his fingers into her pussy. She moaned and lifted her hips slightly so he could work another finger in. Her response…knowing he was making her feel good…sent another surge of blood to his cock.

  Coyote felt her muscles spasm around his fingers and she pressed her hips down into his hand, forcing his fingers up deeper inside of her. She was making sexy, erotic noises, whimpering and whispering his name the whole time. He thought it might even be sexier than the sight of her with her lips around his cock a few minutes before. She suddenly put one hand behind and he felt her grip his cock. It throbbed against her palm as she gave it a couple of strokes. Then slowly, she slid backwards so that her wet pussy was sliding along the length of it. The pleasure sensors in his brain were going crazy. They’d never been so stimulated before. When she rose and used her hand to guide him inside of her, he let out a primal sound that he’d never heard before. All he could think was that he could very easily fall in love with this woman and do this every day for the rest of his natural life.

  “Jesus,” he whispered as she slid her body down on him, slowly. “Fuck.” He cried out when he felt his cock bottom out inside her. He looked up at her face. She had her head back and her eyes half open. She looked like she was enjoying herself too. He wanted to make her feel good. If she felt as good as he did, then surely they could do this again.

  “Put your hands on my hips, Coyote.” He did what she told him to, and his body did the rest. She started bouncing up and down on top of him, riding him like he was a bull. In return, he instinctively thrust his hips up hard, holding onto her tightly to keep from bucking her off. The bed was making a lot of noise each time they slammed down into it. Coyote didn’t care. He didn’t care if the whole fucking club rode in on their Harleys and watched. He let go of one of her hips and moved his hand up to grope and massage her breasts. “Mm, yeah, pinch my nipples.” Coyote pinched down on them. “Harder!” He did what she said again, getting more turned on at the sounds she made when he pulled and twisted on them. He didn’t know how it could get any better…and then she stopped, and he opened his eyes and watched her rise up and let his cock slowly slide out of her. It slapped against his belly and for a second he was fascinated by just watching her and wondering what she would do next.