Alex

Before I can even call the club Laura has me naked and in the shower. She takes my clothes to launder and gives me a washrag to clean up with. I feel uncomfortable as fuck having her do all this shit for me but any time I try to tell her no she gives me that fucking look. The one that says, I dare you to tell me no. For someone so little, she's scary. Also, I don't really want to tell her no which is fucking weird.

Just as I finish with the therapeutic shower she knocks on the door and hands me three large bath towels. I wrap one around my waist and drape the other over my neck .

She's at the door with her eyes closed and part of me wants to tell her to open her eyes while I'm still naked but I can't embarrass her like that. Besides, I don't know if she's married or anything like that. She's just being nice to me. I don't want to be that much of an ass.

"I'm good now," I tell her.

She opens the door wide and bends down to look at my knee. It'll need stitches for sure but it doesn't feel like anything is torn up inside. We wrap it up and I barely feel the pain, just a dull ache I'm going to need to take some ibuprofen for.

She runs her hands over my arms and face. "Your wounds look pretty clean now. I don't see anything crazy."

I like the feel of her hands on me but I'd be lying if I say I don't want to have my hands on her, "What about you? Let me take a look at your cuts and bruises. I got you into this mess, I think I should be the one catering to you ." I tell her and take a step forward.

Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes dilate slightly as she lets them roam down my face and to my chest where she gawks my tattoos and muscles. When her eyes drop down to my waist she gasps and looks back up to my eyes.

"I'm fine, I think the worst thing I have is some dirty feet. I'm very lucky." She takes another step away from me and shakes her head to clear it.

"You can sit in the living room, I had to wash your clothes again, they weren't clean. The phone is in the kitchen."

"Okay, thank you again." I say and she walks into the bathroom, I assume, to take her own shower.

I look down at myself and realize my cock is tenting the towel around my waist. The last thing I need right now is to be thinking with my dick.

I breathe deeply and walk slowly towards the kitchen. The blisters on my feet still ache though most of them popped in the shower. I pick up the phone and call the clubhouse. The phone is answered on the first ring.

"Wings of diablo." Someone spits out fast.

"Who's this?" I ask, not recognizing the voice right away.

"What the fuck, either tell me what the hell you want or fuck off. I don't have time…"

It's the prospect, Larry.

"Larry, mind your fucking tongue. It's .

"Prez?" He asks, almost as if he doesn't believe me.

"Yeah, jerkoff, you need my social security number or something? Where's Max?" I ask.

"Max? What the fuck. Oh shit, Prez. Everyone is freaking the fuck out. Clean came home without you. Ryder nearly beat him to death. "

"What, what the fuck! Is he okay? Where's Ryder?"

"Everyone is out looking for you. What happened? Are you okay? You need me to come?" Larry asks quickly. He's a good kid, I have no doubt that he's going to pass his prospect run.

"Is there anyone else besides you at the club?"

"No, just me. "Larry answers.

"Then you stay there, give me Max's cell phone number and Ryder's and Wire's. You try to call them too. Tell them I'm looking for them. That I'm okay but just can't get home."

"You sure?" Larry asks.

"God dammit Larry, I told you what I want you to do, stop fucking questioning me. Just fucking do it."

"Okay, sorry Prez." He mutters before he starts to ramble off the guy's cell phone numbers. If they are out looking for me, they're not going to pick up the phone. It's hard as fuck trying to hear a phone ring while you're riding a motorcycle. I wish there was some way for us to get a mic directly in our helmets or something.

The first person I try to call is Max but he doesn't answer. The next one after that is Ryder but I get the same result. Wire is the next one I call and thankfully he answers.

"What?" He barks out.

"Wire, where you at?" I ask, trying to let my voice be heard over the roar of the motorcycle.

I hear his bike squeal to a stop, "Hello?" He says.

"Yeah, it's me . Where are you?"

"Holy fuck! Prez! You okay? What the fuck happened? What do you need? What the fuck is going on?" He asks just as quickly as Larry did. I've been gone for hours. I can't imagine how fucking upset they were.

"I'm good, a little banged up but nothing serious. My bike is out of commission and I'm far from home. I need someone to come with the truck and pick me up. "

"Yeah, where at?" Wire asks and I tell him Laura's address.

Something metal bangs behind me softly. When I turn my head, I see Laura has come out of the shower and is pulling out a pot from under the sink. She's wearing a long sleep shirt that goes past her knees. Her long hair is still wet, but it's pulled up from her clean face.

I can't stop myself from eye fucking her as she starts to cook. Shit, she's not wearing anything particularly sexy but seeing her next to me puts me into overdrive.

"Prez, did you hear me?" Wire says on the phone.

"What no. Say it again." I focus on the call.

"I said we went down to the Tears of Chaos to press them about your whereabouts, we're almost three hours away from where you at now."

"Is that him on the phone? Is he okay? Where is he?" I hear Gin in the background now. I don't have the patience or mental capacity to talk to everyone right now.

"Yeah, it's fine, just get here. Make sure no one fucking follows you. I don't want no outsiders brought back to this house. You hear me Wire?"

"Yeah Prez. I'll only take Max in the truck, no bikes."

"Good, make it happen." I hang up before he has a chance to say anything else.

As I hang up the phone, I see Laura cutting up chicken and putting it into a frying pan with some peppers to sauté. She'd only started cooking a minute or so ago, but it already smells wonderful. "You need me to do anything?" I ask after I replace the phone on the receiver.

No, Papi, you go out there and relax. Get off your feet. I'll bring this out for you in a few minutes okay."

I have to fight back a groan at the sound of her calling me Papi again.

"Yeah, all right. Thank you for everything."

She simply smiles at me before she goes back to cooking.

I do as she asks and go into the living room. The food doesn't take very long to make and less than thirty minutes later she comes out with a plate of rice and sautéed chicken.

I put one spoonful in my mouth before she can even get her own food and it tastes like heaven.

"Oh god." I moan.

"What? Is it okay?" She asks coming back over to me.

"Oh god." I say again as I shovel another spoonful into my mouth. I have completely forgone chewing and am just swallowing it all. I'm eating like Clean now.

"?" Laura stands in front of me waiting for my response.

"Woman, what kind of car you want? Benz? Porsche? I don't have the fucking money for it but after this food, I'll get you any kind of fucking car you want. It's so fucking good." I say before I pick up another spoonful and shove it in my mouth. She laughs and goes to get herself a plate. When she comes out to sit with me, I see that she barely has any food on her plate. After all the activity she's done today I'd think she'd be just as ravenous as I am.

"You don't like your own food or something?" I ask her, though it's impossible. There's no one in the world who can say they don't like her food. I'd put money on it.

"Of course, I do, but I'm on a diet. Portion control. I got to lose like thirty pounds." She shrugs and goes back to eating.

I stare at her for a second just to make sure she's not joking.

"Go get some more food, Laura."

"What?" She tilts her head and looks up to me.

I lean forward and make sure I hold her gaze, "You don't need to lose one pound. Your sexy as fuck and every part of you is exactly where it should be. Don't starve yourself, go get some more food."

"I…you..." she chuckles and pushes her food around her plate, "I could use another scoop of rice.

"Go get it, in fact,"I stand up and grab her plate from her and slowly walk to the kitchen.

"Hey! What are you doing, I thought you were going to take it easy." She rushes behind me.

"I was when I thought you were going to take care of yourself the same way you take care of me. Doesn't look like that's happening. I'll make your plate." I shovel a pile of rice on the plate and two large scoops of chicken.

", I can't eat that much." She laughs and tries to pull the food away. "You're going to waste it."

I stop and give her the plate. I follow behind her when she goes back to the living room to eat. I polish off my plate in record time and she offers to get me seconds. I refuse but go and get some myself. She's not my servant. I can take care of my own needs as well.

After the second plate, I feel like my stomach might explode.

I hear a loud dinging sound and she pops up from the couch, "Come on, your clothes are dry."

I take her plate and my own and put it in the kitchen before I follow her to the back of the house. There's a small laundry closet near her bedroom where a stand-up washer and dryer is hidden in a closet. She reaches in, bending over to get the dry, hot clothes for me.

"Holy fuck." I groan and have to look away.

"?" She turns around and calls for me but I'm too worked up to answer. "Papi?"

I jerk forward, lust pulsing through my body but I stop myself before I get closer to her. "You married?" I snap out and her eyebrows furrow in.

"No. Why?"

"Boyfriend? Girlfriend?" I ignore her question and continue asking my own.

"No and no. Why are you asking?" She puts her free hand on her hip and holds my clothes in the other.

"I'm asking because you keep calling me Papi like you want me to make you scream it." Fuck it if she smacks me, I know I don't have a shot.

"I… Oh." She looks down but I can see the blush crawling up her neck and onto her face. "You're very forward aren't you?" She looks up at me through her lashes.

"It's the only way to be." I shoot her a wink. She sidesteps me and I let her go into the room.

Your socks were torn up but I do have a pack of men's socks I picked up by mistake. They've been sitting here for ages." She digs in her draw, again having to bend over. I don't even try to look away from her ass this time. It's fucking biteable.

She stands up but this time she hisses out in pain and my attention is drawn from how sexy she is to her being hurt.

"What's the matter?" I take a few ginger steps in her direction.

"Nothing, I'm fine." She says and tries to walk around me again, this time I grab hold of her arm and keep her in front of me.

"No, you don't. What's the matter? You spend all this time taking care of a man you barely know. Make me feel welcome. Cook me a culinary masterpiece. Wash my clothes and bandage my cuts, but you refuse to let me take care of you the same way. I don't think that's fair Laura." I say and take another step in her direction.

"I don't think those eyes are fair so none of us are getting what we want." She says as she stares at me.

"My eyes?" I've never thought I had incredibly special eyes. They're simple. Brown and I have good vision but that was the extent of the specialness.

"Yes, it's like you're staring into my soul. Like I'm completely bare for you, vulnerable, open." She shrugs and I do my best not to let her words affect me. Or let her see that just her presence is doing the same things for me.

"What's the matter, please don't lie to me, Laura." I say and take another step.

"Honestly, nothing's wrong. I did a lot of physical activity, my calf is tight. I'll be fine tomorrow." She smiles at me but I'm not going to accept that answer. I would have been fine sitting on her stairs but she brought me in and made sure I was okay.

"Lay down." I tell her and point to the bed.

"What?" Her voice is soft. She's nervous.

"Laura, I know we met under extreme circumstances and I've done fuck all but put your life in danger. You have no reason to trust me but it'd make me feel like less of a completely worthless jerk if you let me help you feel better. I can help you stretch your legs, only if you want though. If you sleep with them tight like that you're going to have a killer charlie horse in the middle of the night." I have to bite my tongue in order to get myself to shut up.

"I trust you, . I'm an excellent judge of character. Most times." She chuckles before she walks over to the bed and lies down.

I still have just the towel on, so I slip my warm boxers underneath them. I don't want her to be uncomfortable.

On the side table is a bottle of lotion, "Can I use that?" I ask her pointing to it.

"This is your show Papi, do what you want." She teases me and my cock jumps in my boxers.

" I told you about that. Keep it up, beautiful." I lean down and whisper in her ear which only gets her to giggle.

I grab the lotion and squirt a little in my hand. I start at her ankle and using a strong touch I massage the leg she says is bothering her.

"Oh… Jesus. That's good." She moans and the cute giggles are now soft moans.

I go slow, making sure to keep my bad knee in a position that doesn't cause me too much pain. I get to her knee and make my way back down. This time instead of stopping at the ankle, I go to her foot and start to massage. She moans so loud she has to bury her face in the pillow and my cock is as hard as steel.

It's agonizing. Where the fuck is Wire and the guys so I can get out of here. I need to fuck and this woman is torturing the hell out of me.

I finish her leg and set it down.

"Can you do the other? Please, Papi." She looks over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with desire.

"Aye, Laura, me vuelves loco." I groan out and press a hand to my dick. I don't care if she can see me. She has to know she's driving me crazy.

"It's okay. No worries." She tries to move and I push her back down gently.

"I'm coming, I didn't say no. I'm just not used to a woman getting me this worked up over a foot massage." I joke before I move over to the other leg and proceed to give her another massage. By the time I get to her foot I'm breathing hard and my mind is giving me every excuse to pull her legs apart, rip those panties off and slide inside of her.

"All done." My voice is gruff and she leans up a bit to look back over her shoulder.

"Um, you don't have too. Your hands must hurt… never mind." She says before she ever asks me to do anything.

"My hands are fine. What do you need Laura?"

"That felt so good, you think you could rub my back the same way. I think the crash jammed my shoulder or something." She says bringing her lip to her mouth and biting it.

"You'd have to take your shirt off." I tell her letting her know exactly what she's asking for.

"Mmhmm." She turns back to her front and pulls the long shirt off.

"Oh, what the fuck. God damn it." I curse when I see her laying in front of me. Her big beautiful ass is encased in a pair of lace purple boy shorts and her upper half is completely naked. I can't see anything but her back. It's enough. "Laura, you know what you're doing to me. Damn it. God damn it!"

"We can stop. I can…" She reaches over to grab her shirt but I rip it away and throw it across the room.

"I don't want to stop. If you do, fine, but don't expect me to be the one to stop on my own." I grab the lotion and squirt a little more into my hands. I do what she asks but she's moaning so much that my massage just turns into me groping her. I get down to her ass and I use both hands to spread her cheeks apart and squeeze them. I bend down and slightly nip one cheek.

"Aye, Papi. What are you doing to me?" She moans out and I swear it feels like my need for her is strangling me. I force myself to slow down before I lean over and bite the other cheek. Her back arches and I push her up slightly dip my face between her thighs. I snake my tongue out and lick her pussy through the cloth material.

"Oh fuck, . Don't play with me. I want you. Please, don't tease me." She says and tries to push back. But I don't let her.

"You know what you asking for, Laura. I'm not going to make love to you sweet like. I fuck hard and fast. And I don't stop until you come harder and faster than you ever have in your life. I'm sure you want it but can you handle it?" I ask and when she doesn't answer right away, I think she's changing her mind.

I back off her and she turns around showing me her gorgeous breast and desire flushed face. "That's exactly what I want, Papi. Give it to me."