Wild Riders

Hot Shower

Axel



I was left standing in the kitchen, a bit startled by the sudden loss of skin contact. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, and that’s when I felt blood running down my abdomen. The stitches must have popped when I got lost in my hunger for the woman who was infuriating me in more than just one way. Deciding I needed a shower to wash off last night’s stench and wash away the thoughts of my hands on her body, I rummaged around the cupboards, finally finding some painkillers and downing a couple of them with some water before I made my way up the stairs. The pain in my ribs was killing me. I took a look at them yesterday, just before Arabelle found me. The area was swollen and red, and I was sure that by now it was bruised and purple as f**k, but it didn’t hurt enough for any bones to be broken. They were probably just bruised, and I wasn’t going to go runnin’ to the hospital for that. You always gotta do way too much explaining to those fuckin medics, just for them to call the cops and tell you to put some ice on the injury. Hell no, I definitely did not need that; what I needed were a hot shower, some more painkillers, and a chest wrap. When I got up the stairs, I went to the bathroom and started pulling my shirt off. The pain in my chest wasn’t as bad as last night, but I still wished I had someone here to help me, which was totally stupid. I never needed anybody around before. I could handle my s**t on my own. When I got hurt, I’d hide and lick my wounds, not needing anybody to see me hurt, weak and, although it may be hard to admit, embarrassed. The fact that Arabelle saw me like that, helped me, didn’t sit right with me. I needed to change the power dynamic back on my side, since she had gotten it to tip over last night. It’s why I kissed her and riled her up. I wanted her to give in, and give into me 'cause I had no other way of making her lose her power over me.

I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head, trying to get rid of her face and the sound of her voice, which kept on swimming around in my mind. She was like a drug, but goddamn it, I knew she wasn’t just addicting, she was dangerous. My gut was telling me she was hiding something, and I was going to find out what. She basically emitted a red light from her body, telling me she’s bringing problems with her, but it seems nobody but me saw that. Boss was amazed by her combat skills; at least that’s what Shot messaged me after I had left. Supposedly, Willy proudly announced to Ricky, the new bodyguard he had hired, that he’s fired since he couldn’t even handle a 5-foot-2 girl in high heels. I have to say, I had to chuckle when I read that, but it didn’t help with the frustration and pent-up aggression that had built in me after the little fighting match that happened between her and me. Hadn’t she head-butted me, everything would have been great and last night wouldn’t have happened.

“f**k,” is what I breathed out as I stepped under the hot water, pouring out the waterfall shower. My d**k was hard, but I couldn’t care less about that. I looked at my stitches, that somehow still looked mostly intact; that took me by surprise, to be honest, but I could see that some blood had sipped through the seam anyway. I washed most of the blood off with my hand, before taking a soft loofah to do the job.

As I washed my abdomen, my hand accidentally brushed my swollen shaft, and a hiss left my mouth. The feeling was almost painful; my d**k was straining so hard I felt like bursting. Wrapping a hand around my shaft, my head fell back in the feeling of pleasure. Leaning against the shower wall with one hand, I slowly moved my hand up and down, the image of Arabelle wrapping around my body while wearing my shirt entering my thoughts. A throaty groan escaped my lips as precum dripped from the tip of my c**k. As I was looking at the swollen tip between my fingers, the only thing I could imagine was her lips wrapped around me, my d**k engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. Just the image of her like that was enough to make my d**k tense, my breathing to quicken, and then for my c*m to be dripping down the wall mixed with water droplets.

***

Lying on my bed with the blinds down, feeling a bit hazy from the bunch of painkillers I had taken a few minutes ago, a short, high-pitched tone came from my phone, telling me I got a message. I rolled over, grabbing the phone from my nightstand, the bright light from the screen making me squeeze my eyes almost shut. I looked around the screen, feeling disorientated before my eyes landed on the name of who had sent the text. "f**k, s**t, s**t, f**k!" forgetting that my ribs were tightly wrapped, I swung my body out of bed, the pressure of the wrap on my insides almost laying me back down.

It was a text from Willy, written in all caps; it only said "Emergence at HQ, bring A."

I grabbed my shirt and put it on easily, the painkillers obviously doing a damn good job. I ran to the front door, skipping two stairs at a time. I put on my boots and grabbed my helmet before shutting the door behind me. Loud metal music greeted me as I walked towards Arabelle's house. Her bike was standing in her front yard, and she had already dismantled most of it, and was preparing to sand down the old, tarnished color. She didn't seem to notice that I was standing a few feet behind her, so I whistled to get her attention, but she didn't seem to notice. I tried with a loud hey, but that didn't make a difference either. Her antics were starting to annoy me, so I walked up beside her, grabbing her upper arm. She turned her head to me immediately, a disgusted look on her face. She moved her arm in a fast motion, ripping away from my grip. "The hell is wrong with you, always touching me and s**t, don't you understand what personal space is?" Her voice was angry and low, without a hint of warmth in it. "You didn't hear me when I called," I tried to explain to her. "I heard, I just chose to ignore you." she stepped away, so the bike was now a barrier between our bodies as she went back to work. I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to deal with her antics: "I don't have time for whatever this is. There's something going down at HQ and Willy needs us." She looked up, studying my face for a bit, before she gave me a short nod. She went inside the house and came back out with her helmet in one hand, whilst with the other, she was tucking a knife into a black leather holder that was on her hip, hidden behind a blue-white flannel shirt.

Walking over to my bike, still parked in front of my porch, I put my helmet on and mounted the bike, but a hand stopped me just before I could put the key into the engine. "You're high as f**k, I ain't letting you drive,"

"I'm fine,"

"Yeah, because you're full of painkillers. God, you were almost swaying side to side while walking to the bike. Just give me the key, I'll drive." I was taken aback. Nobody but me was allowed to ride my bike. "And don't come up with some kind of alpha-male s**t like "I don't let no one else drive my bike." If I ain't driving, I ain't going anywhere, at least not while your high." She was standing with her arms crossed, her voice stern. Her attitude was annoying me and turning me on at the same time, which was confusing me. After a moment of silence, I gave up, knowing it was probably for the best. I was feeling a bit dizzy, and I did want to live another day. I tossed her the keys and slid back on the bike, allowing her to mount it in front of me. Her warm round ass pressed against my crotch, it was enough to know this was going to be a long, exhausting ride for me.