Wrong Side of the Tracks by Ashley Zakrzewski
ChapterFifteen
Jason peels away his clothing as the shower runs. He covers the taped gauze with a waterproof patch from the hospital, then joins me in the communal shower. It reminds me of the ones they have at the leisure center, but these are not as modern. They’re as old as the arc, and the pipes creak and groan whenever the boiler fires up. We’re using two out of the six faucets, pressing the buttons every sixty seconds to keep the water flowing. I’m concerned about Bodie bringing a baby into this drafty old steel plant. It’s barely sanitary. I don’t want child services getting involved when we have a perfectly decent family home they can use. I’ll even buy them a new kitchen table because I’m chopping the old one into little pieces and burning it the first chance that I get.
“This isn’t permanent,” Jason says as if he can read my mind. “This was just a place to lay low until the dust settles. Somewhere to keep off Booker’s radar.”
I lather a bar of soap between my hands, then set it down on the soap tray. Even that is blistered with rust. “I wonder why Booker didn’t come after this place,” I reply, sliding my soapy hands over my body. “He went after everywhere else.”
Jason smirks. “Oh, believe me. He tried. It was always on his hit list. But you see, this is my land. I inherited it from my grandfather on my mom’s side. People always assumed we were dirt poor because of where we used to live, but Gramps hid his wealth from eveveryone. He was never one to boast,” he clarifies, the soap bubbles running down his body as he washes his hair. “It’s how I know the land is full of oil.” He moves his head beneath the water and scrubs his fingers through his hair to wash out the soap. “Gramps told me before he died.”
My jaw drops because of what he said and because I’m watching the soapy water sliding off the end of his pierced monster cock. “Holy shit. You realize this makes you rich, right? You have zero excuse for living like a slob.”
Jason rids the water from his eyes and bounces his shoulders in a shrug. “Yeah right, like I could announce it to the world and have vultures like Booker and Marcus flapping around and pecking the meat from my bones? Booker thought my grandfather sold the land to some foreign dude. He’s been going around on a wild goose chase looking for the owner for months. I’ve got big plans for us – for the Hawks – and for Mountview.”
“Good for you, babe,” I tell him while scrubbing shampoo into my hair.
“Good for us,” Jason affirms. “I want to restore all the damage Marcus and his cronies did, then find somewhere permanent for us to settle. Somewhere big enough for all of us to live comfortably without tripping over each other’s feet. Then I’ll throw some money at the bar, or maybe I’ll knock it down and rebuild it.” He side-eyes me. “You’re right; it’s a shithole. It’s time we cleaned up this town.”
We finish showering and brush our teeth, then retire to Jason’s bedroom. I feel so clean and refreshed, my skin tingles beneath the heat of the borrowed hairdryer from Claws. Jason takes a call from Dan, and from what I can hear, it all sounds positive. Booker’s arrest is breaking news. The reporters are saying the cops have seized all his assets while unraveling his web of corruption. Justice is being served, and it’s long overdue. Jason doesn’t care that he’s named as Mayor Booker’s rape child. All he cares about is his mom and aiding her recovery from her traumatic ordeal. Something puts a genuine smile on Jason’s face, and he congratulates Dan and asks if they’ve set a date. I figure there’s going to be wedding bells on the horizon for Liv and Dan, and that’s so nice to hear. When Jason ends the call, looking like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders, he plugs the charging cable into his phone and sets it down on the nightstand. I remove the damp towel from my body and toss it on the chair. Jason watches me, dragging his heated gaze all over my body.
“Mom proposed to Dan after all this time,” he informs me, confirming what I figured out on my own. His eyes are brimming with happiness. “And he said yes.”
I get on the bed and slide beneath the cool sheets. “That’s great,” I reply, tapping the mattress. “Are you coming to bed?”
Jason plucks at his towel, and it drops to the floor, freeing his pierced appendage. “Do you wanna hear another rule we have?”
“Go on?” I prompt.
Jason goes to the door and opens it fully. “The Hawks leave the bedroom door open to invite people to watch.”
My brows almost fly off my forehead with shock. “They do? Oh.” This makes me sit up and reflexively cover myself with the bedsheets.
Jason smirks. “Don’t worry; they won’t interrupt us. There’s nothing to be shy about. You’ve already seen what goes on downstairs and at the Rusty Chain.” He comes to the bed and the mattress sinks beneath his weight. “Just focus on us. Nothing else matters.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, then kisses me; his hot tongue explores my mouth suggestively, dueling with my tongue, and mimicking what he wants to do to my pussy.
The tip of his iron-hard cock is painting sticky patterns against my hip as we kiss, and the heady scent of arousal fills my lungs, leaving me feeling drunk and light-headed. I want him so badly; it stops me from worrying about who could be watching us from the doorway. I’m so turned on; I’m lukewarm to the idea of being watched. I never thought I would be, but the more Jason touches me, trailing kisses all over my body, then moves around the bed so we’re head to tail with each other, I completely forget about the unseen eyes and focus on pleasing my man. The sheets come off. Tossed aside in the need to feel closer, seeking skin-on-skin and the manly heat of his body pressed against mine. I know what he wants as he swings his leg over me and settles his head between my legs, his pierced cock and smooth balls hot and heavy in my face, just begging for some attention.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Jason talks to my pussy right before licking it.
I could say the same thing about his cock. That glorious appendage is a sight for sore eyes compared to Marcus’s maggot dick.
It’s hard to stay focused while Jason laps at my nerve center, blasting my brains to the moon. So, I concentrate on his cock, dragging my tongue through his pierced cleft, then up and down the smooth shaft, my tongue bumping over the studded Jacob’s ladder, circling my fingers around the base of his meat. Then with wet lips, I stretch my mouth around his swollen crown and begin to suck, the awkward angle making me really work for it.
“That feels so good,” Jason moans, his hips jerking as I bob my head, his ass cheeks clenching. “I love how you suck my cock. Go deeper. That’s it.” A ragged moan tears through his throat, and he blasts hot breath against my slick pussy, and as the heat dissipates, it cools my juices. I do as Jason wants, caressing his swollen balls with one hand and fingering the taint of his ass with my opposite hand using my middle finger. Soft, gentle strokes, gliding the pad of my finger around his taut puckered muscle, the contrast of smooth skin and surrounding fine hairs, twitching, and flexing. “Oh, yeah, just like that,” Jason encourages me, then continues to lap at my pleasure button, pushing a thick digit inside my pussy and curling it to rub the soft, textured wall of my g-spot. That does it for me. Jason finds my big red detonator button and wastes no time in pressing it.
Our bodies undulate together, slurping, and sucking, our skin getting hotter as we break a sweat. The noises we’re making, the grunts and groans of pleasure attract the attention from our friends. I hear their soft footsteps tapping up the stairs, only to halt as they reach the doorway. Not that I see them standing there. My head is angled the wrong way, but I know they can see everything we’re doing. Our legs are spread with our heads bobbing against each other’s groins, Jason pumping his fingers inside me and uttering dirty words as he feasts on my clit. He can tell by the way my moans turn to desperate cries of ecstasy that I’m cumming hard, which he takes full advantage of, fluttering his tongue over my clit hood until I’m a desperate gasping mess.
“That’s it, baby.” Jason drags the flat of his tongue through my highly sensitive slit, my pulsing nub jumping at the contact. The mouth of my pussy clenches hard, and Jason’s ass bounces above me as he chases his release. “Here it comes.” He thrusts his ass, driving his cockhead past my uvula in time for the first hot jet of cum to splat against the back of my throat, feeding me jet after jet of his hot, viscous, salty essence until I wring out the last of it from his balls, gently squeezing to make him squirm with sensitivity.
I almost gag, but it’s pure mind over matter that I don’t, breathing through my nose and swallowing what I can. I’m proud of my achievement. Jason seems to be too. He drags his cock from my mouth, then crawls around to face me, taking me in his arms while we recover. Not for long though. The Hawks are watching. It’s rude to keep them waiting. We touch and kiss until Jason’s hard enough to go again. This time, I straddle his hips and work his pierced python inside me, sinking down to the root. He’s so big my loins ache from the intrusion. It only eases when I rock my hips to set a steady rhythm. His fat glans slides through my drenched muscles, the stainless-steel body mods hitting the spot with each forward thrust. Jason holds onto my waist and matches the momentum. Movement catches my eye from the doorway, but I don’t pay any attention to what they’re doing. My focus is on Jason who’s slowing down to watch his cock sliding in and out of me, his face scrunched with pleasure, his glistening cock slick with my juices. He leans up to catch my nipple between his teeth, then sucks it into his greedy mouth, the pressure pinching, sending a spark of pain through my breast. Not that it hurts. Quite the opposite. He finds the perfect equilibrium between pleasure and pain to make my pussy flutter around him. I love how we fit and how amazing he feels inside me. Nothing else has ever compared, and nothing ever will.
“Who do you belong to?” Jason asks commandingly, wrapping my hair around his hand and pulling on it just enough to make my head tilt.
“You,” I reply, and he tugs a little harder to ignite fire in my scalp.
“That’s right,” Jason says, his teeth grazing my chin in a playful bite. “You’re mine.”
He flips us on our side, pulling his cock out of me, then turns me on my front, dragging my hips to force me onto my knees. An almighty smack against my ass makes me shriek unexpectedly. His thumbs pry apart my ass cheeks before he drives his cock back inside me, thrusting hard enough to burst bright lights behind my eyelids.
“This pussy belongs to me,” Jason grunts out the words as he forcibly fucks me with abandon, his heavy balls swinging back and forth and slapping against my labia, making lewd wet sounds. “Say it.”
“Uh.” I struggle to make coherent speech. “It’s yours.”
The argumentative side of me has taken a backseat. It’s his pussy. He’ll get no complaints from me.
Jason’s fingers dig harder into my hips, his cockhead nestled snugly at my pussy lips. “You’re fucking right it is.” He plunges inside me, and I cry out as his groin presses flat against my ass again and again until I can’t see straight. The bedsprings groan with protest. I think we might break the bed; the headboard is knocking against the wall so hard. “It’s mine. You’re mine. And I’m gonna claim every inch of you.” Perspiration drips from his hair and lands onto my back, his palm sliding through the hot sheen of sweat on my skin, then his thumb rims my asshole. “Rub your clit,” he commands me, and I do as he says, licking my finger to ease the glide. “I want you to scream my name when you cum.” Warm moisture drips down my ass crack when Jason spits, then my ring of muscle burns as he pushes his thumb inside, my tight star relinquishing control with a silent pop.
My eyes fly open, and I see the figures standing at the door, their shaded eyes watching, and their bodies grinding together with vigorous hand movements against each other’s sex organs, letting me know they like what they see. It’s so hot. I didn’t think I’d like this, and now I’m shocked to learn I love it. Right now, I wouldn’t care where we were or who could see. Maybe I’ll feel differently when my orgasm wanes and reality crashes me back down to Earth, but somehow I doubt it. Jason drags me to the crest of oblivion and shatters me for the entire crew to see. I cum with a scream, his name tumbling from my lips at an ear-splitting decibel. Jason isn’t far behind me. He speeds his momentum, pounding into me like a rutting animal, his cock thickening inside me, fingers pinching my skin, his thumb lodged deep inside my ass. My drenched walls shrink around his pierced, vein-embossed length, feeling every nodule, every ridge, and sending sparks skittering through my loins. I fist the sheets as Jason jerks against me, pumping me full of his hot, viscous cream, then slumping over me breathless and spent.
“I love you, Kiera,” Jason utters as he holds me, wrapping me in his hot and sweaty embrace.
The figures at the door retreat, some going into the bedrooms and some going downstairs. Then Tex admonishes Dude for eating all his snacks, but even I know if things are lying around, they belong to the hound.
“I love you too,” I reply, turning my head to participate in an awkward kiss.
Jason kisses my shoulder, and I can feel his smile against my skin. “One day, when we can’t be accused of stealing anyone’s thunder, I’m gonna marry you.”
Mrs. Kiera Knight. I like the sound of that.
“Thunder or not, I’m already planning the wedding.” I turn to kiss him again.
We cuddle for a while and have one of those deep and meaningful discussions that only lovers share, talking about what we want out of life, and where we want our relationship to go. Jason gets emotional when he talks about his mom, and I know it kills him to think of everything the Jackals did to her. He mentioned wanting to kill all those responsible in a fit of fury, but Dan stopped him from shooting those who surrendered, reasoning with him about seeking retribution the right way. The lawful way. Jason is glad he talked him down because if he’d followed through with it, he’d be no better than Marcus. That’s one shitstain on Jason’s family tree he can’t wait to eliminate. But despite their cooperation with Mountview Police Department, there’s no mention of the Hawks on the news broadcast. It was like they were never there, and that comes as a huge relief to Jason. He and his guys are in the clear.
After a while we decide we can’t sleep. So, I wear one of Jason’s big T-shirts as a nightdress, and he puts on a pair of sleep shorts, then we join the crew downstairs. Tex turns off the news because it’s all about Booker’s arrest, and having seen enough of his ugly mug to last us all a lifetime, Tex puts on a music channel instead. I notice the sun coming up through the windows. Hustle orders food, and we’re all looking forward to sinking our teeth into breakfast burritos when Bodie calls to announce the birth of my niece, Mylee. Born forty minutes ago. Now all that’s left to do is for Bodie to contact our parents and explain his ass off because there’s no way in hell that I’m tap dancing onto that minefield. Not in a million years. I’ve already taken one for the team in more ways than one. Bodie can handle our folks. The cops can handle the douchebags of Mountview. Jason has everything handled here, including me. The only thing left for me to do is to file some paperwork and cash in the insurance policy on the garage. The sooner I get back on the tools, the better. I’m a girl who’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. My sexy biker boyfriend can vouch for that.
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