Chapter Four

Coyote

After driving back from Patterdale, I spent most of the day running errands and checking on orders. Eventually in the evening I drove back to my auto repair shop and started painting my office. I could have gone to the clubhouse and drank with my brothers, shot a game of pool, or even enjoyed the company of one of the club girls. But what I wanted was some peace and quiet to think over the situation with Bethany. Seeing her after all this time brought back all the old feelings, the simmering physical attraction as well as the companionship.

Spending time with Bethany has always been my happy place. Now, to be able to stop by and talk to her anytime I wanted was within my reach. When she ran off, I'd tried looking for her, but had no luck. I'd figured she'd upped and left the county. Finding that she was just an hour's ride away was pretty damn awesome. I was so excited by that prospect that I didn't stop to consider the ethics of stalking her at work—though is it really stalking if I had a reason to be there?

She didn't seem upset to see me. In fact, she appeared to be happy. The woman I had never forgotten was all smiles and sweet compliments today, so why shouldn't I keep stopping by occasionally? If I ever got the impression that she was tired of looking at my ugly face I could always stop dropping by. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

I tore off the last piece of blue painters' tape and smoothed the seam down. Next, I poured a bucket of paint into my paint sprayer and got started on the walls. I lost track of time as I painted and cleaned my office, working through the night. Before I knew it, it was morning and I stopped to stretch my back.

I was beat, and already thinking about sneaky ways to get Bethany back in my life. I wouldn't follow through on any of them because that would just be crass and I was never one to tolerate deceit from others, so deceiving someone else was definitely a no go for me. It was the difference between indulging in a little fantasy in your head and being a complete asshole in real life.

By the time I made it home and climbed into the shower it was eight AM. I normally wasn't one for sleeping during the day but after working hard manual labor all night, I needed at least a couple of hours shut eye in order to function today. I collapsed in bed with my hair still damp and fell into a deep sleep.

***

I was back at the Dark Slayers clubhouse drinking in the bar. Bethany was hanging on my arm listening carefully to every word that fell out of my mouth and laughing at all my jokes while she drank some over-the-top cocktail, with what looked like a fruit salad stuffed in the glass. My chest swelled with pride to be with my woman, she was looking especially luscious today wearing tight, black leather pants that hugged her curves, and a matching crop top. All the brothers were looking at me wondering how I managed to catch myself a woman like this.

"It was always you, Coyote," she said as she licked her lips and sucked on the straw.

I could feel my cock stiffen and I wondered if I should take her downstairs to the other bar where the brothers could get a bit of one-on-one action with their women. I reached for her hand, but suddenly we were in my office. I was sitting behind a desk like some business mogul or CEO, and she was my secretary.

I watched her enter my room wearing six-inch heels, a skirt so short I could see the tops of her stockings and garter belt, and a prim, white shirt that's halfway unbuttoned showing off an ivory bra cupping her full breasts and putting them on display. She was carrying a handful of files, but she stumbled and dropped them. I was sitting in my chair watching her scrambling around on the floor. When she bent over, her ass was on show and my cock felt like it was gonna explode. I leaned back and unzipped my pants.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Reyes?" she asked breathlessly and licked her full lips.

I turn around giving her an eyeful of what I'm packing, "Wanna ride, querida?"

Suddenly, she's in my lap, kissing me. My hands slid down her spine so I'm cupping her full ass as she grinds against me. She's pulled her skirt up, but she's still wearing the silk panties and stockings and I could feel the fabric rubbing against my engorged cock.

I unbuttoned her shirt and unsnapped the pretty ivory bra and almost shoot my load at the sight of her magnificent body. When her heavy breasts burst out into my eager hands I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples, making them draw up into sharp points. Before I could stop myself, I leaned down to suck one of the taut points into my mouth, pulling it deep as she moaned.

"Coyote," she gasped, and I felt her fingers gripping my shaft. It feels so good when she gives my cock a long, slow stroke while whispering that she missed me and thought about me all the time. My hand cupped her pussy, and I could feel the soaked fabric of her panties, pushing them aside I slid my fingers along her slit and slipped them into heaven. She's grinding on my hand, but suddenly I heard the fire alarm.

"Just ignore it, querida. It's a false alarm," my voice is hoarse as I'm finger fucking her while she's jerking me off like we're high school kids behind the bleachers.

"Oh God," she gasped as her pussy started spasming around my fingers.

"Yeah, come for me," I said as the alarm got louder.

***

A loud ugly noise blasted through my ears. I jerked awake with my hand on my cock and my heart hammering. It took me a second to realize it was my alarm going off. I grabbed my phone and turned it off, hating that it was all just a dream.

I came to a sitting position and tried to shake the fog of sleep from my mind. I swear to fucking God, touching her in my dream was nothing short of perfection.

I slapped my raging hard-on to the side, grumpily got out of bed and into the shower. Once I was there, my insistent cock won the battle of wills going on between us, and I ended up stroking myself off to memories of Bethany from long ago. My favorite was when she came to the bar in the basement of the Slayers' clubhouse. It was the place where all the debauchery took place. Even though she was normally shy by nature back then, we found a comfortable space obscured from most of the others and enjoyed the sex club atmosphere. I felt like the king of the world with her half-dressed on my lap, riding my cock. Just thinking about it caused me to jerk harder and faster until I came so hard my balls hurt.

Feeling some relief from my needy cock, I got dressed in some decent clothes so I could go down to the courthouse to file my business license. It was going to take a lot of work to get my business off the ground.