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  He moved his face up and molded his lips to hers and kissed her again, hard. His hands were busy pushing the slinky dress down over her hips. Once it got past her hips it fell to a heap around her feet. She stepped out of it and Coyote was already busy unhooking her strapless bra. It fell away and then he broke the kiss and stepped back and looked at her.

  “Oh my God, you’re beautiful.” Colleen hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear that. Her entire body buzzed with electricity just from the look in his eyes. She smiled and said:

  “Do I get to see how beautiful you are?”

  He grinned and began stripping off his clothes. While he was busy doing that, she started to walk over toward the bed. He caught her, once again pressing into her back. She could feel his hard cock now, completely bare against her thin panties. She arched her back so that her head was against his shoulder. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and stomach before one of them began to slide down underneath the elastic of her lace panties. She was soaked, and she could actually hear how wet she was when his fingers made contact with her lips. She shuddered and gasped when he started rubbing her clit. It was hard and swollen and so sensitive. He rubbed it in slow, sexy circles and then slowly slid a finger from her clit, between her lips and up inside her pussy. She let out a little cry as he buried it deep up inside of her. He moved it around, making her weak in the knees, and then he pulled it out and brought it up to her lips. He wet her lips with her own juices and then flipped her around so she was facing him and in the sexiest move yet, proceeded to lick her lips clean. She was already breathless by the time he laid her back on the bed…and she couldn’t wait to see what he did next.

  “You’re beautiful,” she told him, and she wasn’t lying. His body was perfect, hard in all the right places. He looked like he worked out, a lot. He had a lot of scars and she wondered about them, but before her imagination could get too involved in that, he reached down and slid a hand under her head, pulling her up so her lips were even with his cock. She smiled and wrapped a hand around him. He groaned and when she opened her lips and took the head of his cock in between them, he let out a sexy moan that caused her to shiver. She sucked his cock into her mouth while teasing the head with her tongue. She wasn’t that experienced and she was a little scared, especially since he admitted that he’d been with professionals. But judging from the look on his face and the words he was whispering, he was enjoying it. She held onto the base and let her head bob up and down as she sucked him. Coyote was busy moaning and running his fingers through her hair. The harder she sucked and the faster she licked the more excited he got. He let her tantalize his cock for several long minutes before once again moving her, almost like she was a rag doll. She liked it, though. It was strange to her to find out that she enjoyed being manhandled. He wasn’t being rude or disrespectful, he was just telling her what he wanted, without words.

  He lifted her by the waist and moved her up to the middle of the bed. Then he took her panties off and for several seconds he just looked at her pussy, running his fingers up and down between the lips, like he was fascinated by it. When he stood up, she thought he was going to take off her shoes. But he left the heels in place and instead reached into the pocket of his jeans and took out a condom. She mentally breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure if he was going to get angry when she asked him to use one. Some men that she’d been with did…but she held firm that no sex was worth dying for, although so far with Coyote it was coming close. She watched him roll the condom onto his big, hard cock and when he climbed onto the bed next to her, she took the opportunity to run her hands all over him. He had a skull tattooed on the front of his right shoulder and a circle of barbed wire on his right biceps that said “Southside” along the top of it. Right in the center of his chest he had a coyote. It was beautiful. Colleen had never been with a man that had tattoos. The kind of men she was used to being with had probably never seen the inside of a tattoo parlor, or jail, or wherever it was that a man gets a tattoo. She traced the coyote with her fingers as they kissed, and surprising herself with her boldness, she slid her body up against his, pushing him flat on his back on the bed, and climbed up on top of him.

  When Colleen looked down at his face, Coyote smiled up at her and reached up to trace her lips with his fingers. She used her knees to push her body up and then took his sheathed cock in her hand and led him to her opening. As soon as he began to enter her, he wrapped his big hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down into a hot, sexy kiss. She let him slide all the way up inside of her, as far as she could take him, and then she held him there while they kissed. After a minute or so, Coyote reached for her hips and started to move her up and down. Colleen dug her heels into his hard legs and used the muscles in her thighs to ride him. She’d never been with anyone with whom it felt so right and so natural so quickly. It was like they had choreographed their movements. They matched each other thrust for thrust and every few minutes he would pull her face down again and kiss her. He kissed her lips, her face, her neck, and even sat up so he could lick and suck on her breasts. Colleen felt her entire body convulse just before she had the most incredible orgasm of her life. Coyote whispered sexy things in her ear as she came and as soon as he knew she was finished, he pulled out, flipped her over, and got behind her. She felt him enter her pussy from behind and from the moment he did, it was all about him, and that was okay…because it still felt fucking incredible to her.

  Coyote’s big body drilled into hers over and over again and she felt his hold on her hips tighten just before he let out a long, loud groan…almost a growl. He dug his fingers into her skin almost painfully as he came, but as soon as he was finished, he lay down next to her and cradled her in his arms softly, like she was going to break. He was an enigma. Hard and edgy one second, and soft and sweet the next. When he softly kissed the side of her face and whispered, “Happy 1983, Colleen,” she thought that even if she never saw him again after that day, she would never, ever forget the way he made her feel. Her New Year’s Eve had nearly been ruined by a man that her parents thought was “perfect” for her, and then saved by a whiskey-drinking, denim-kutte-wearing, motorcycle-riding, bearded man with long hair and a patch on the front of his vest that said 1%. If she ever wanted to give her parents a heart attack, she was sure she’d need only tell them that story.

  10

  New Year’s Day, 1983

  Coyote woke up with a woman in his arms for the first time in years. Back at the ranch he had only slept with Jamie all night a few times. The rest of the girls came…and went. He had to blow the soft, brunette hair out of his eyes to get a look at this one. He was happy to see that she was just as gorgeous in the morning light as she had been the night before. She was still sleeping and she looked so sweet and innocent there in the crook of his big arm. His arm was asleep too, but he didn’t care. He’d cut it off if he had to…she felt good right where she was. His cock began to wake up and he felt an ache start to radiate up to his core from between his legs. He glanced over at the clock on the dumpy little nightstand in the dumpy little motel room he’d rented for the night. It was 6:45. He had a meeting with the little club from Yosemite at 8:00 at a diner a few miles up the highway. Fuck. He wanted to spend a few more hours with Colleen—that was if she didn’t freak out when she woke up and realized what she had done after a few shots of whiskey.

  “Hey,” she said, in a sexy, sleepy voice. Her eyes were still closed. She must have sensed him looking at her…or maybe she felt his unruly cock poking her in the side.

  “Hey beautiful. Good morning.” She smiled and stretched like a cat. When she stretched out her neck he was tempted to attack it, but he didn’t want to scare her away. He wasn’t sure what the morning-after protocol was. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him.

  “Hi. How’d you sleep?”

  “Fantastic,” he said, truthfully, and he’d been awake for a full ten minutes without thinking about having a drink. “How about
you?”

  She smiled again and rubbed her face into his chest. His body shook. “Mm, I slept great. What time is it?”

  “Almost seven.”

  “Oh shit!” She suddenly sat straight up in the bed. “Damn. I’m supposed to meet my parents for breakfast this morning at nine.”

  “I’m sorry. Can I drop you somewhere?”

  She looked like she was contemplating it. He didn’t want to take her anywhere. He wanted to keep her. But he knew that was a dream. “Actually…my apartment is about ten miles from here, but it’s a straight shot on the highway. If I showered here, would you mind taking me home? I can get ready quickly then and make it close to on time.”

  “Nope, I don’t mind at all.” He wondered what the protocol was for showering together.

  “Great! Thank you.” She leaned down and her silky hair brushed the side of his face when her lips met his. It was just a soft peck, but it sent jolts through his body. She was so soft and sweet…he wanted to eat her up. She turned and climbed out of the bed, giving him a view of her sexy, naked backside. He groaned inwardly. She was almost to the bathroom when she turned around and said, “You know, California is in a water crisis.” Coyote wasn’t stupid, but he was a little naive. The look on his face as he tried to come up with a reply must have said all he needed to say. She giggled and said, “That was an invitation, to join me…as long as you don’t mind making it quick.”

  Coyote was out of the bed and on his feet as fast as lightning. Quick, slow, long, short…with this woman, he would take it however he could get it. She giggled again as he chased her into the bathroom. “You have any toothpaste?” she asked. Coyote reached in his bag on the sink, dug underneath the two flasks on top, and pulled out a tube of toothpaste and mouthwash. “You’re a lifesaver. My breath smells like an old goat.”

  He laughed. “I beg to differ,” he said, “but I’ll start the shower while you take care of your imaginary bad breath.” She used her finger to scrub her teeth and then rinsed with the mouthwash while Coyote turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. He watched her step in first and groaned out loud when the water began to cascade across her perfect body. He grabbed the mouthwash and drank it out of the bottle, swishing and spitting before climbing in after her. He stood behind her, letting the water douse him for a second. Colleen slowly slid around so that she was facing him. The shower wasn’t very big, but he was, so they didn’t have a lot of room. She pressed into him, sending more spasms of desire racing through his hot blood, and rose up on her toes, still having to pull his head down slightly so she could reach his lips. They were warm from the water and her mouth tasted like cinnamon now as he let his tongue lazily trace every dark corner. His hands were on her back, sliding up and down her curves as they kissed. Slowly, she broke the kiss and giving him a sexy, wicked smile, she turned her back to him and picked up the small bottle of motel shampoo. Handing it to him over her shoulder she said:

  “Soap my back, will you?” Taking a shower with a woman was another first for him, but he liked it already. He squirted the shampoo into his hand and then rubbed them together until it was slick and foamy. She pulled her dark hair over to the side and he started at her neck, sliding his hands down to her shoulders and then down both of her arms. When he brought them back up, he touched the outsides of her breasts and felt her body convulse. Feeling braver he started back up at her shoulders, only this time he worked his hands over her collarbones and down across the swells of her firm breasts. When his hands were covering them and his palms pressing into her hard nipples, he began to rub in slow circles. Colleen arched her back and pressed her head into his shoulder, making soft whimpering sounds as he massaged the soap into her soft, sexy body. He moved down her stomach, spending some time soaping across her belly, making her squirm when he touched her bellybutton, and working his way down to the top of her mound. She moaned loudly as he began to run the soap across the very top of her pussy and down between her legs to the tops of her thighs. He had to squat at the knees to reach that low and when he did, he realized that he could slide a finger up into her pussy. She cried out his name and dropped her head forward as he did that. He put another finger inside her and used the two of them to stimulate her tight tunnel. She was rocking back and forth against him, getting more excited with each one of his strokes in and out. She had her hands behind her, gripping onto his hips, digging into him and pulling her own body back tightly against his. His cock felt like it was going to explode when he felt her body tighten and then begin to shake. She yelled out his name as her orgasm took hold of her, and Coyote had to will himself not to come.

  When Colleen recovered, she turned back toward him and they kissed again. This time when she pulled back, she smiled up at him and said, “I don’t have much time. Maybe you could just fuck me, quickly now…and I’ll do some other things to you next time to make up for it.”

  Coyote’s brain grasped onto the “next time,” and he said, “I’m going to see you again?”

  Her smile slipped slightly as she said, “I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have assumed…”

  He laughed, nervously. It sounded stupid, but he was too excited to care. “Oh, hell yes, you should have. I just wasn’t sure…I mean, I guess I thought you were just looking for a one-night-stand.”

  She smiled again and said, “Sometimes you get more than you bargained for. I’m up for it…if you are.”

  Coyote kissed her with his answer and then spun her around so she was facing away from him again, gently nudging her body into the tile wall. He reached around her and turned off the water. They were both soaked, in all the right places. He took his cock in his hand and was about to put it in her when he said, “Oh shit. I only had the one condom.”

  She hesitated, but only for a second and then she said, “I’m on the pill…but I’m sorry to ask at a time like this especially, but how many other women have you fucked lately?”

  “None without a condom…ever,” he said, honestly. It was 1983 and the AIDS epidemic was in full force. He was probably an idiot for wanting to bareback Colleen so badly…but if she gave him the green light, it was on.

  “Okay,” she said, softly. “Something is telling me I can trust you.”

  “You can, baby, with your life.” He slid his bare cock into her tight pussy then and it was the fucking Fourth of July in his head. He held onto her hips tightly and fucked her hard and fast, slamming her into the tile a few times. She was bouncing back against him, telling him how good it was, so he didn’t stop. He fucked her, and he came inside her. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might just be in love.

  11

  Coyote was so lost in his head on the drive to the diner that he was surprised to suddenly look up and realize he was at his exit. He couldn’t stop smiling, but he knew he had to lose the goofy look before he met with a band of vets on Harleys. He had to present himself like someone they might ultimately come to respect and depend on. He had to put the thrill of last night and this morning aside and channel Doc. He thought about all the times he’d been present when Doc was recruiting. He often wondered if Doc had a nervous bone in his body, because outwardly he never appeared to be anything but calm…unless of course he was pissed. Pissed, Doc knew how to show. Coyote still had a few aches and pains from the beating Doc had given him six months before. Of course, if Coyote had hit him back…he was pretty sure that he could have knocked Doc out in just a couple of punches. Doc fought like every other man fought, the way they were taught to fight as kids on the playground. Coyote had fought some big, mean, tough sons of bitches in his days with Slinko and he knew where to land a punch to make it count. He couldn’t imagine ever hitting Doc, though…no matter how much the man sometimes seemed to be begging for it.

  The diner sat just off the highway. It was more of a truck stop, surrounded by big rigs and gasoline pumps. There was a sign that boasted of clean restrooms and showers and another that advertised the “homemade” beef jerky in the gift shop. Other th
an that however, there was nothing special, and definitely nothing fancy about it. The sign simply said “24 Hour Diner” and the yellow building looked like it could use a coat of paint. There were white roll-down shutters on the big windows, but they were up now and as Coyote pulled his Harley up next to the five others in the lot, he already spotted the men who owned them inside.

  He was a few minutes late because of dropping off Colleen, but he hoped they would take that as a sign that he wasn’t too desperate. He already had to tell them they didn’t have a place yet. Doc wouldn’t be in for three days with Rat to “survey” the property and hopefully make a decision. Coyote knew that wouldn’t go far in gaining him the respect he was hoping to find, but he had to work with what he had.

  He walked into the diner and the five men all turned in their booth and watched him approach. They all looked to be late twenties, early thirties, but one. The oldest one was probably close to fifty. He had a long, white beard and a belly that had him sitting in a chair because there was no earthly way it would fit behind the table in a booth. Maybe the old guy was a cook, he thought. “Manson?” he asked when he reached the table. He was surprised when the smallest of the five men, a guy about Coyote’s age with a messy beard and greasy hair, stood up. His surprise came from the fact that the man he’d been talking to on the phone had a deep, gravelly voice and sounded like a giant. The man in front of him wasn’t over five-foot-seven and maybe one-forty-five pounds. Something about his eyes was weird too, but Coyote couldn’t put his finger on what it was.