Sons of Mayhem 1

Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Nicole

I lay in Jase's bed waiting for him to come back.  The window was open and a gentle breeze and cool desert aromas washed over my naked body. The sheets didn't cover me. I simply lay there, letting the breeze kiss me awaiting his return.

When Jase didn't come back, I found myself dozing off again. I was half-asleep, half-awake, my mind only on him.

In my mind he was kissing me, but not just on the lips; he was kissing me everywhere. Like in the warehouse, but softer, gentler, slower, like we had forever. I imagined him exploring every inch of my body, teaching me pleasures I'd never known. My fingers, my hands; my legs, my thighs; my cheeks, my lips; my breasts, my pussy.

I imagined doing the same to him; kissing and licking every inch of his hard, tattooed body, pleasuring and teasing him with my tongue and fingers, my breasts, my pussy.

Then in my mind he changed. He was no longer gentle. I imagined him pinning me down and taking me. Ravishing me. Fucking me whether I wanted it or not (and oh, how I did). In my dreams he looked angry as he took me, pounded me, hurt me, pleasured me, filled me. Not angry at me, but using me for a release, a remedy for his rage.

He pinned my ankles behind my head with a strong hand as he forced himself into me over and over, my moans and screams, my yelps and gasps only driving him on, making him force himself onto me, into me, ever more roughly as pain and pleasure overwhelmed me in ever increasing waves.

I was hot and wet and gasping when I was awoken by a scream. A primal scream. A scream of fear and pain. And I recognized the voice. It was Lucy.

I jumped out of bed, my head swimming with imagery, my mind foggy and confused, delirious from rapidly diminishing arousal. I quickly pulled on my shirt and shorts, not bothering with underwear. I glanced at the fuck-me boots on the floor. Fuck it.

I opened the door and jumped out of the trailer, my bare feet pounding the flat roof of the clubhouse as I ran to the staircase.

The metal was cool on my soles as I scampered down. The shriek had turned to sobbing. Awful, wailing, sobbing. It was coming from outside. Instead of going in the back door I ran around the side of the building to the source, to Lucy.

Small stones dug into my feet, but I ignored the pain. I had to find out what the matter was.

I ran around the corner and saw Lucy being held in a bear-hug by The Doctor. At first I was confused. What's the matter? But then I saw it and let out a whimper of my own.

"Oh God." My voice was a hoarse whisper. I'd never seen anything like this before, never experienced this kind of horror. My body immediately started to shake and I dropped to my knees.

On the ground in front of Lucy was a head. A bloody head with a long, thick beard. It was Brodie.

As I dropped to my knees I heard the distant thunder of an approaching motorcycle. Please be Jase, please be Jase, please be Jase.