“You leave that phone right there!”
Tears streamed down Josie’s cheeks. “I swear, baby, he meant nothing by it! It was just lunch!” Her sob broken words incensed Mike further. He slapped her across the cheek and her tender flesh throbbed red. More cries erupted from the kitchen.
“You don’t have lunch with other men when I’m your man! I swear to God if you go out with that little fruitcake again I’ll gut his ass and leave him out to dry in the desert. You get me!?”
Josie looked down but Mike held her face up by the chin. “Yes, baby, it won’t happen ag–” She stopped when a looming silhouette filled the doorway. Joelle, too, saw a dusky shadow fall across Mike’s back. In the silence, Mike turned around and let Josie collapse to the floor.
Mike’s back straightened and his fists balled up. “Think you got the wrong house old timer, now fuck off.”
Fear and relief swelled in Joelle’s heart when she saw Liam come into view. Though standing, he had the stance of a relaxed jungle panther, a predator observing his prey.
“Oh, I think I got the house just right, cowboy. You need to settle down.”
Mike’s eyes narrowed and veins popped out along his neck. “Or you’ll what? Beat me with a walker? Puss out and call the cops? Who the fuck do you think you are bro, walking up on me–”
In a blur of black, Liam’s gloved hand shot forward. His thumb pressed into Mike’s throat, to the tune of horrendous wheezes and coughs. “You know, the problem with cutting your teeth on bar room pukes and dumb little girls is that you start gettin’ ideas… ideas like you’re worth a damn in a fight.”
Mike fell to his knees and his eyes swam with water.
Please, please don’t kill him!
Mike batted at Liam’s arm, his strength waning.
“The world don’t look like an oyster now that you can’t shout and slap your way through it, does it?”
Josie screamed, her face drenched in tears. “Please! You’re killing him!” Joelle was speechless, her palm over her mouth, overcome with the excitement of it all.
“Not the usual kind of pussy men kill over, but you ain’t worth it all the same. It’s your lucky day, cowboy.” Liam released one hand only to sock Mike in the face with other. His nose snapped as he fell to the floor.
“Oh my god! What’s wrong with you!? You just can’t punch him!” Josie fell over Mike’s prostrate form. He coughed while a dark red puddle blossomed from his ruined nose.
Liam stepped over the duo and into the family room, his hand extended to Joelle. “You ready?”
Joelle’s hand trembled until it came into his reassuring grip. “Thank you...” she murmured, her breath still caught in her throat. “Thank you so much.” she said more clearly, and her lips parted to receive him. He plundered her lips as if they were some luscious trophy and she moaned in kind, eager to receive the kiss of a champion. His tongue teased hers for a moment while her hips pressed against his. They both pulled away. “I was so tired of that asshole.” she whispered in his ear.
Liam shrugged. “He was in my way.”
***
As they sped down the road Joelle wept tears of joy, chilling her cheeks in the wind. The steady thrum of Liam’s bike made her feel like she was riding a steel tiger. Its insistent growls and powerful acceleration sent a pleasurable buzz up between her legs.
God, he’s like a commando! Liam took sharp turns with ease and drifted down steep inclines like a falcon riding the wind. Great power and great danger passed just under her feet, an unforgiving concrete sea that would have loved nothing more than the taste of soft flesh hitting at 70 miles per hour.
Such palpable threat was thrilling, almost as much as when she watched her man smack another one down. And with such ease. That was hot. He deserved it anyway. She felt guilty for being aroused by such brutish
Tears streamed down Josie’s cheeks. “I swear, baby, he meant nothing by it! It was just lunch!” Her sob broken words incensed Mike further. He slapped her across the cheek and her tender flesh throbbed red. More cries erupted from the kitchen.
“You don’t have lunch with other men when I’m your man! I swear to God if you go out with that little fruitcake again I’ll gut his ass and leave him out to dry in the desert. You get me!?”
Josie looked down but Mike held her face up by the chin. “Yes, baby, it won’t happen ag–” She stopped when a looming silhouette filled the doorway. Joelle, too, saw a dusky shadow fall across Mike’s back. In the silence, Mike turned around and let Josie collapse to the floor.
Mike’s back straightened and his fists balled up. “Think you got the wrong house old timer, now fuck off.”
Fear and relief swelled in Joelle’s heart when she saw Liam come into view. Though standing, he had the stance of a relaxed jungle panther, a predator observing his prey.
“Oh, I think I got the house just right, cowboy. You need to settle down.”
Mike’s eyes narrowed and veins popped out along his neck. “Or you’ll what? Beat me with a walker? Puss out and call the cops? Who the fuck do you think you are bro, walking up on me–”
In a blur of black, Liam’s gloved hand shot forward. His thumb pressed into Mike’s throat, to the tune of horrendous wheezes and coughs. “You know, the problem with cutting your teeth on bar room pukes and dumb little girls is that you start gettin’ ideas… ideas like you’re worth a damn in a fight.”
Mike fell to his knees and his eyes swam with water.
Please, please don’t kill him!
Mike batted at Liam’s arm, his strength waning.
“The world don’t look like an oyster now that you can’t shout and slap your way through it, does it?”
Josie screamed, her face drenched in tears. “Please! You’re killing him!” Joelle was speechless, her palm over her mouth, overcome with the excitement of it all.
“Not the usual kind of pussy men kill over, but you ain’t worth it all the same. It’s your lucky day, cowboy.” Liam released one hand only to sock Mike in the face with other. His nose snapped as he fell to the floor.
“Oh my god! What’s wrong with you!? You just can’t punch him!” Josie fell over Mike’s prostrate form. He coughed while a dark red puddle blossomed from his ruined nose.
Liam stepped over the duo and into the family room, his hand extended to Joelle. “You ready?”
Joelle’s hand trembled until it came into his reassuring grip. “Thank you...” she murmured, her breath still caught in her throat. “Thank you so much.” she said more clearly, and her lips parted to receive him. He plundered her lips as if they were some luscious trophy and she moaned in kind, eager to receive the kiss of a champion. His tongue teased hers for a moment while her hips pressed against his. They both pulled away. “I was so tired of that asshole.” she whispered in his ear.
Liam shrugged. “He was in my way.”
***
As they sped down the road Joelle wept tears of joy, chilling her cheeks in the wind. The steady thrum of Liam’s bike made her feel like she was riding a steel tiger. Its insistent growls and powerful acceleration sent a pleasurable buzz up between her legs.
God, he’s like a commando! Liam took sharp turns with ease and drifted down steep inclines like a falcon riding the wind. Great power and great danger passed just under her feet, an unforgiving concrete sea that would have loved nothing more than the taste of soft flesh hitting at 70 miles per hour.
Such palpable threat was thrilling, almost as much as when she watched her man smack another one down. And with such ease. That was hot. He deserved it anyway. She felt guilty for being aroused by such brutish
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