"Who says I'm picking you up?" said Micah, as cool and collected as ever.

"That's always why bikers come up and talk to me," said Delilah. She took another shot of whisky. "They're just pa.s.sing through on their way to or from some biker convention and they're staying the night in town. They're all worn out from the open road. They want to take some pretty girl back to their motel room to keep them warm for the night, as a subst.i.tute for their wives or girlfriends. Most of them are total pigs."

"And how do I compare?" asked Micah, ever persistent. Delilah looked him up and down with a critical gaze.

"Well, you haven't commented on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, yet," she said. She downed another shot of whisky. "You're not bad looking, either; but, that doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you."

"Never crossed my mind," said Micah. A smug, bad boy smile crossed his lips.

"Liar." Delilah snorted dismissively. "You all want the same thing."

"I don't see anyone dressed like a record producer in that crowd, by the way," Micah said casually.

"What's that got to do with anything?" demanded Delilah, becoming defensive.

"It explains why you keep downing whisky shots," Micah replied, sensing a kink in her defensive exterior.

"I know how to hold my liquor, thanks very much," Delilah shot back. This time she was even more defensive.

"Let me guess," Micah said, as he moved in for the kill. "You've had all this singing talent since you were a kid and you've always dreamed of becoming the next big country star. But, to become a star, you need to get noticed. So, you set up this gig. You probably made a few calls to some record companies. You had hoped that one of them would send an agent out to hear you sing and make all your dreams come true. And now, you're waiting at the bar, hoping that he'll walk up to you and tell you to sign on the dotted line."

Delilah stepped into Micah's s.p.a.ce and glared up at him, even though he was several inches taller than she was. He'd just hit the nail on the head. It made her feel intensely vulnerable to be verbally dissected so quickly.

"You don't know a thing about me," she said, trying to stop her voice from trembling.

"I'd like to," replied Micah. His bad boy demeanor briefly gave way to sincerity, "Let's start with your name."

"Why?" Delilah demanded. Her defensiveness began to melt. "I'm just a country girl with big dreams in a little town. Why would you care about all that?"

"Because you're d.a.m.ned beautiful," Micah responded. "Simple as that."

Delilah found herself at a loss for words. She honestly couldn't tell whether this man was trying to pick her up or not. She'd stepped into his s.p.a.ce to confront him, but found herself face-to-chest with him. Even with his shirt and jacket on, it was clear he was well built. Up close, his small beard and slightly unkempt bristles looked even more handsome. His eyes were an alluring shade of electric blue. His other edges were pretty rough, but his sheer good looks made up for that. Delilah casted around awkwardly. She hoped that the long awaited talent agent would interrupt them.

"If he hasn't turned up by now, he probably wasn't here to begin with," Micah pointed out. It was as if he read her mind.

"Oh, who am I fooling?" Delilah exclaimed in hopeless resignation. She turned away from Micah. "Who the h.e.l.l would come to a c.r.a.ppy little town like this to hear some bargirl do a karaoke gig?"

"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"Of course I should be," Delilah said. She downed another shot of whisky. "Dreams either come true or they come crashing down around you."

"No, they don't," Micah replied. His sincerity grew warmer. "As long as you don't stop chasing them, they either come true today or they come true tomorrow."

Delilah turned back to face Micah.

"That's sounds so sweet," said Delilah before adding a little haughtily, "for a bad boy biker who hasn't shaved in weeks."

"Ouch, that really hurts my feelings," Micah said with an amused smile. The insult did not faze him in the least.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, stranger," Delilah concluded. She set down her shot gla.s.s. "I'm heading home."

"Let me give you a ride then," suggested Micah.

"Nice try, handsome," snorted Delilah, "but I live just around the corner."

"At least let me walk you home then," Micah persisted. He was determined not to let his goal slip through his fingers.

"You just don't give up, do you?" said Delilah. Exasperation crept into her voice.

"When I see something I want," Micah replied smoothly, as he moved in for the coup de grace, "I never give up on it."

The two gazed into each other's eyes in silence for a few moments. Micah waited patiently for the fruits of his sweet talk to pay off. Delilah, slightly addled by the whisky, gauged whether or not it was worth taking this stranger home.

"Let's use the back door," she said.

Micah and Delilah went out the back of the bar. They walked side-by-side back to her house. A few of the streetlights were on by now, but the main source light was the bright white luminescence of the full moon. Although it was the middle of a hot summer, the cloudless night sky meant that the daytime heat vanished. In its place, an extremely chilly wind blew. Delilah shivered and huddled up against Micah.

"I could give you my coat if you'd like it." Said Micah, as he wrapped his arm around Delilah to keep her warm.

"Thanks for the offer," Delilah answered, "but it's my bare legs that are freezing."

"I could lend you my pants, too," suggested Micah not a little flirtatiously, "after we get back to your place." The offer made Delilah laugh.

"You still think you're getting in my panties tonight?" Delilah asked him.

"I get the feeling none of the other bikers got this far, am I right?"

"Your feeling is correct," Delilah replied. "You're actually the first biker I've ever met who wasn't a total pig."

"I'm flattered."

"You should be relieved, as well," added Delilah. "The last guy who tried to pick me up tried to grab my a.s.s, so I grabbed his nuts and squeezed, hard."

"Still trying to put me off from trying to pick you up?" Micah asked, not visibly discouraged by the implicit threat.

"I don't see a Harley-Davidson anywhere," Delilah pointed out, "so technically, I'm the one who's picking you up."

A minute later, the couple arrived at Delilah's front door. She turned to face Micah. She was still not sure if taking him home was the right thing to do.

"I still don't know your name, stranger." Delilah remarked.

"The name's Micah."

"I'm Delilah."

"That's a pretty name."

"Why thank you," Delilah replied with a smile. She turned to open her front door. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Micah."

Micah wasn't about to let Delilah slip away when he was so close. He put his hand behind her neck and planted his lips on hers before she could stop him. His sudden move took her by surprise, but she relaxed as the kiss continued. She allowed herself to briefly melt into his embrace. Then, she pulled back to break it off.

"You're not going to leave me out in the cold after all that, are you?" asked Micah. He managed to successfully retain his cool exterior.

"You're a big, strong guy. I'm sure you can take of yourself," Delilah replied. "Although," she added, taking a step towards him, "I'm pretty sure you're big and strong enough to take care of me, too."

Micah took his cue and moved in for another kiss. Delilah wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her body against his. He reached behind her knees, lifted her up by the thighs, and carried her inside the house. Micah kicked the door shut and carried Delilah up the stairs. She wrapped herself around him and hungrily kissed his neck, as he took her to her bedroom.

Once they were inside her bedroom, Micah set Delilah down and pulled off his jacket and shirt. Delilah gasped in awe and growing l.u.s.t, as she beheld Micah's deliciously carved muscles. He had a perfect six-pack and well defined pectorals. His arms were thick and sculpted, as well. She was barely able to concentrate through her deepening arousal and tipsiness. Delilah hastily undid the knot of her crop top and tossed it on the ground along with her bra.

Micah moved in to kiss Delilah again. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, as she eagerly ran her hands across his body. Micah, in turn, ran his hands across Delilah's plump b.r.e.a.s.t.s and smooth belly. He worked his way down towards the ultimate prize. Delilah's hands also wandered south, across her lover's gym-carved muscles, towards the prominent bulge in his pants. She took a firm hold of his masculine equipment. She ma.s.saged it gently and stoked his aching need to release it from his pants.

Micah began to fiddle with the b.u.t.tons on Delilah's daisy dukes, as they continued to kiss. As he undid the b.u.t.tons of her shorts, she turned and pushed him backwards onto her bed with surprising force. He unzipped his pants and kicked them off along with his underwear and shoes. Delilah watched him with a dirty look in her eyes. With Micah watching, she slowly pulled her shorts and panties down around her legs. She kicked them away, along with her heels. Then, she swayed towards him and gave him a full frontal view of her nude body.

Delilah was also enthralled by the sight of Micah's manhood. It was an inch and a half thick and almost seven inches long. It stood erect and proud, like a phallic monument of masculine glory. Micah pulled back the foreskin to reveal the exquisite head. It was shaped like a mushroom dome and tinged an exotic shade of purple. The magnificent head crowned his c.o.c.k like a glorious amethyst gem. A giant sack with a pair of testes brimmed with life-giving seed at the base of his c.o.c.k.

Micah could barely contain himself, as he beheld Delilah's angelic curves and shaven womanhood. He stroked himself, as Delilah approached and straddled his lap. She looked him straight in the eye. Then, she raised herself up on her knees and felt underneath for his c.o.c.k.

Micah gripped her hips to hold her steady. She grasped his c.o.c.k with her comparatively tiny hand. Then, she lined it up with her moist l.a.b.i.a and carefully lowered herself down on to it.

An audible gasp escaped Delilah's lips, as Micah slipped inside her. The s.e.xual tension that had been brewing until this moment made her p.u.s.s.y slick with antic.i.p.ation. Her body eagerly preempted this coupling. The slick secretions that lined her love-tunnel allowed Micah to enter her with ease. Even so, his sheer length and girth made her grunt with a tinge of discomfort, as she stretched to accommodate him.

Once Micah and Delilah became acclimated to one another's presence, Delilah began to rock. She sensuously ground her hips forwards and backwards with grace, as she rode him. She put her hands firmly on Micah's powerful shoulders for support. He gripped her hips and aided her movements by pushing and pulling in sync with her body.

As Delilah rode Micah's c.o.c.k, she began to settle into a smooth rhythm. She moved so that her entire body rippled like a professional belly dancer. Her inner thighs rubbed against Micah's hips. His skin slid against her own and his c.o.c.k glided inside of her. Delilah delighted in the discovery of her hidden talent. She enthusiastically undulated her body, as Micah looked up at her with fire in his eyes.

Micah tried to hold back his inflamed urges, but they became harder to suppress. Delilah continued to grind her hips up and down his groin with amazing skill and dexterity. He gritted his teeth in barely restrained l.u.s.t, as the silky folds of Delilah's p.u.s.s.y kissed and caressed his manhood. The coital ma.s.sage was exquisite and intense. It took a serious effort on his part to hold back. Finally, it all became too much and he took charge.

Micah rose to his feet abruptly. He lifted Delilah into the air, as she remained impaled atop his c.o.c.k. Delilah yelped in surprise. She held on tightly to Micah's shoulders and neck, as she was carried forward and aggressively pinned against the wall of her bedroom. Delilah giggled. It thrilled her to have the s.e.xual initiative wrested from her so vigorously. She ran her hands all over Micah's wonderful body. She savored the powerful touch of his virile musculature, while she snuggled her vulnerable, female frame against him.

Once Micah took the reins of the encounter, he began to thrust into Delilah with unbridled l.u.s.t. The s.e.xual disempowerment felt raw to her, especially as he grunted with each inward stroke. Micah rammed in and out of Delilah's wet p.u.s.s.y. His hips audibly slapped against hers with each powerful inward stroke. The head of his c.o.c.k invaded her and pounded rhythmically against her, as if demanding the ultimate form of surrender.

Meanwhile, Delilah's beleaguered p.u.s.s.y worked hard to accommodate him. Her womanhood was already stretched to its maximum extent by the sheer size of his p.e.n.i.s. At the same time, her c.u.n.t's warm, wet folds rippled and contracted in just the right places to caress, soothe, and appease his c.o.c.k. Her body encouraged his to release its potent payload sooner rather than later.

Delilah was delirious with s.e.xual excitement. The angle of his thrusts made everything more intense. His crotch rubbed against Delilah c.l.i.toris and made the ecstasy even more unbearable. Finally, the sensation boiled over into a full body o.r.g.a.s.m.

Pleasure shot through Delilah's body, like a bolt of ecstatic lightning. It surged up and set all her nerve endings on fire at once. She squealed in erotic delight. Her o.r.g.a.s.m drowned her senses and blotted out any other sensations. She held on tight to her wild lover and dug her nails into his back and shoulders. He continued to slam his hips into hers with unrelenting fury.

Delilah's o.r.g.a.s.m excited Micah even more. It spurred him on. He accelerated the rate of his already vigorous f.u.c.king to a b.e.s.t.i.a.l frenzy. He was determined to charge through to his own climax. It didn't matter if she was on the pill or not. He needed to release his seed inside of her. He had to relieve the unbearable churning sensation that was boiling over in his b.a.l.l.s. Delilah's slick folds added to the sensuous counter-a.s.sault against his intruding c.o.c.k. The soft caress of male on female flesh made it harder and harder to hold back against his inevitable s.e.xual release.

It was obvious Delilah wanted it, too. Even while he pinned her against the wall, she undulated her hips. She was more than eager for her lover to unload himself inside of her; she was desperate for it. Her body reacted to the final stages of their wild copulation.

The walls of her v.a.g.i.n.a rippled and contracted, caressed and teased him. It encouraged Micah's c.o.c.k to surrender his seed. Her cervix gently kissed the tip of his p.e.n.i.s every time he thrust it inside her.

At long last, the moment arrived. He squeezed her against the wall and physically forbade her to struggle or escape. The s.e.xual churning in Micah's b.a.l.l.s boiled over into a full-blown climax. He snarled like an enraged bull, as he thrust his manhood home. He shot his seed to the back of her p.u.s.s.y and flooded her with jet after sticky jet of his potent man-seed. Forcefully, he emptied himself inside her helpless and unprotected womanhood.

Delilah, for her part, had no intention whatsoever of cutting short this glorious moment. Her body and mind were united. Her single focus was on the primal act of breeding with the s.e.xually insatiable alpha male between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs behind his hips and locked his lower body in place. The act forced them to stay connected. Now, he couldn't remove himself from inside her, even if he'd wanted to. She embraced his powerful torso and squeezed his body against her own. She was determined not to let him go, as he continued to pump her full of his s.e.m.e.n.

When his c.u.m flooded her, it felt like an otherworldly experience. Delilah's p.u.s.s.y worked to milk his member for every drop it could muster. It contracted and squeezed, as the seminal jets gradually weakened into dribbles. Her cervix moved rhythmically, too. It gently kissed the tip of Micah's p.e.n.i.s and dipped into the ma.s.sive of pool of s.e.m.e.n. Still drunk on the climactic high, Delilah made little movements with her hips and teased Micah's gradually deflating c.o.c.k.

As Micah's e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns died down, the couple stayed locked in their mutually l.u.s.t-filled embrace. They panted, as they glided down together from their shared ecstasy. Beads of sweat ran down their naked bodies. Eventually, Delilah leaned forward and planted her mouth on Micah's neck. She gently dug her teeth into his flesh. Then, she closed her lips over his skin and sucked hard.

Micah barely flinched as his lover marked him with a hickey. He returned the kiss and ran his hands along the delicious curves of her body. She snuggled back against him and unlocked her legs from behind his lower back. As she did so, she lowered her feet to the ground.

Micah was still plugged firmly inside of her. He lifted her back up into the air and carried her to the bed. He pulled back the covers with one hand and gently laid her down on the mattress with his c.o.c.k still embedded inside her.

Delilah twisted her body around and encouraged Micah to roll onto his back. Now that she was sprawled on top of his enormous chest, she reached down and pulled the covers back over the two of them. She embraced his torso and snuggled into it.

They hadn't even turned on the light to have s.e.x. The moon provided the only source of light for the room. Delilah was exhausted, but she still wasn't tired enough to go straight to sleep. She lay atop her mysterious lover and the cogs turned in her head. As the last vestiges of pleasure faded away, she began to doubt the wisdom of what she'd just done with him. She knew next to nothing about the man to whom she'd given it all up. Now that she satisfied his urges, he would probably disappear in the morning and never return.

More importantly, what if she got pregnant as a result of this tryst? Small towns in the Deep South were pretty conservative. Even Bill would be more than a little taken aback at the sight of her with a big, round belly. She'd be the talk of the town before long and not in a good way. Everyone would wonder and ask her how she'd gotten pregnant without walking down the aisle first. Who was the father? When was he coming back? Had she really had a baby after a one-night stand?

One way or another, it would be the end of her singing career before it even started. She'd wanted to become a country singing star for years. All of that could be ruined, along with her reputation, by what she'd just done. The mental cogs of worry continued to turn inside Delilah's head until the man in question spoke.

"That was fun," Micah murmured to her.

"That was an understatement," Delilah replied and the two of them laughed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Micah said back to her. He was clearly pleased with himself.

"I'm surprised you care," Delilah answered. "I thought bad boy bikers didn't care if the girl enjoyed being ruined, as long as they could get laid."

"I'm of a higher standard than the bikers you've met before," Micah replied.

"Obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn't have slept with you."

A short spell of silence pa.s.sed as the couple lay in each other's arms. They didn't even bother to shut the curtains to keep out the moonlight. Delilah continued to lie awake. She idly traced little shapes with her finger on Micah's chest and contemplated what the future might hold.

"You're going to leave in the morning, aren't you?" Delilah said, mournfully.

"I have to," Micah admitted to her. "The Club's expecting me back tomorrow afternoon, so I've got to leave first thing in the morning."

"The VP's duties never end, do they?" Delilah murmured.

"How do you know I'm the Vice President?" Micah asked, puzzled.

"It's on your jacket," Delilah pointed out. "Micah Harris, Vice President of the Blood Brothers Motorcycle Club."

"So you've heard about us?" Micah asked.

"No, I haven't," Delilah answered, calmed by the conversation. "You must be from out-of-state because I've seen all the biker clubs' insignias in my time. Road Raggers, Honey Badgers, h.e.l.l Haunters, Sons of Blood, there's even a gang who call themselves the Sons of Anarchy."

"Sons of Anarchy?" Micah asked with a laugh. "You mean like in the TV series?"

"No joke, honey," Delilah replied. She giggled at the absurdity of it. "There is a motorcycle club who decided to name themselves after the club in the TV series."

"f.u.c.king amateurs," Micah said, as he snorted derisively.