When I heard those words from Torque—that he cared about me—my heart began to race, and a bolt of hot desire race through my body. My body and heart won the battle over my rational thinking, and I couldn’t deny the feelings I had for him.
Torque’s house was very spacious, and there was a bedroom for each of us. A person’s house told me a little more about that person, and Torque was simple, basic, and not at all flashy or extravagant. There wasn’t much décor, but it looked comfortable and lived in and clean. He gave us a tour, and even though it was only for a few days, he wanted us to feel comfortable.
It was past midnight two nights later as Heather sat with me in Torque’s living room. Heather bit her lower lip and fidgeted with her gold necklace. My stomach churned as we both waited for Torque to come through his front door. When we closed the shop that night, he told me he was going to have a meet with some people to take care of the Wayde situation.
I leaped off the couch as Torque appeared in the front doorway and flung my arms over his shoulders. “Thank God!” I pulled away, my eyes roving down his body. Then I noticed his knuckles. Both of his hands were bloody. “What happened?”
“Put my knuckles to work on Wayde’s face.”
“You didn’t kill him, did you?”
“No. He’s still breathing, even though I wanted to kill him.”
I heard Heather’s sob and rushed to her as she began to cry on the couch. “It’s okay, Heather. Whatever Torque did tonight was to help keep both of us safe. And I trust him.”
Heather clung to me and cried. She excused herself and went to her bedroom to sleep.
Torque pulled out a rolled-up wad of cash from his jeans pocket. “All the repairs on your bike is paid up now, Ronnie.”
I looked down at the wad of cash in his paw-like hand. “Wayde was stealing from the Vagabonds MC, and they weren’t too happy about it. Not sure if he’s still alive after I left.”
I lived every day with anxiety and dread wondering when Wayde would lash out again. I feared for Heather’s safety and my own. It finally took a toll on me, both emotionally and psychologically. I broke down and sobbed.
Torque was there, wrapping me up in his big, strong arms. “Let it out, Ronnie. After tonight, you don’t have to always be on high alert. You can let it go now because I’m here. And I will watch over you. Take care of you.”
I clung to him crying. “I’ve always had to watch my back, take care of myself and others I love. I know I’ve made stupid choices and decisions when it came to relationships with men. And sometimes I was put in situations that were dangerous.”
I was exhausted. Drained. Torque leaned down and scooped me off my feet. He carried me to the bedroom I had slept in for the past two days.
He laid me down on the bed and pulled the blankets over me. His fingers combed through my hair as he kissed my forehead. “Get some sleep, darlin’. I’ll be just down the hall. Have some nice dreams tonight.”
I fell asleep and dreamed of Torque. His hazel brown eyes were full of hunger and desire, his kiss warm and soft. I opened my eyes and looked at the small digital clock on the nightstand next to the bed. It was two a.m. And I was wet. I wanted Torque.
I climbed out of bed and tiptoed down the hall, hoping not to wake Heather. I stopped in front of Torque’s bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open. I padded softly across the carpet. Torque lay on his back, with only a sheet covering him from the waist down. His head was turned away from me as he breathed steadily.
He turned his head and opened his eyes. He rose up on his elbows and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. I began to undress, pulling my tank top over my head and unhooking my bra, dropping them to the floor.
“Fuck…” was all Torque grunted as I unzipped and tugged my jean shorts down.
He dragged the sheet away, revealing his boxers and the large bulge straining against them. I climbed into his bed and straddled his waist, feeling his hardness against my pussy.
He sucked in a breath as I leaned down, pressing my tits up against his warm, hard chest. “I need you, Torque.”
He yanked his boxers down as I crushed my lips against his and moaned. He gripped my hips, raised me up and penetrated my center with one sure hard thrust.
I cried out at his girth stretched me, and I was filled to the hilt by his hardness.
“Is this what you need?” he grumbled.
He began to move, keeping a tight grip on my hips. I was so soaking wet as I slid myself up and down, matching his rhythm. Torque moved quickly, and I was suddenly on my back. He shifted and thrust his hips hard, sinking into me balls deep.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, Ronnie. Now you belong to me. With me.”
I moaned in pure ecstasy, as he filled me completely. His tongue lashed at mine, devouring me as his thrusts became harder, faster.
I reached down, rubbing my fingers along my clit, faster and faster as he glided in and out of my warm, wet core. I cried out at the explosive orgasm, digging my nails into his back. His thrusts picked up momentum, and then he pulled out, rising above me on his knees.
He gripped his hard shaft with both of his hands, stroking it. I arched my back, biting my lower lip. “Please Torque! I want to see you come!”
He came undone, squirting his hot semen on my tits as my heart pounded hard in my chest. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling flushed and satisfied. I felt the bed shift as Torque left and came back with a warm wet washcloth and wiped it across my chest and stomach. I sighed, with the delicious feel of the warm washcloth as he cleaned himself off me.
“It’s so nice to be taken care of,” I murmured, my eyes feeling heavier and heavier.
He climbed back into bed and wrapped his arm around me. I snuggled up next to him and fell asleep.
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