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Through the soft leather, the contrast between the firmness of her engorged nipple and the resilience of the areola and the rest of her soft breast felt intensely erotic to him. He lowered both of his hands to cup the shapely cheeks of her firm ass and then he pulled her crotch firmly against his hard erection. When they finally ended the kiss he gruffly asked her, "Now do you feel beautiful?"
"Do you kiss like that all over?" Michelle purred breathlessly as she clung weakly to him.
"All over more than anyplace else." Rick told her confidently.
She was limp in his strong arms. "You've gotten me awfully confused, Slick. Everything is happening way too fast for me!"
"That's the way I like to do things, Foxy Lady. Hey, I'm sorry about..." Rick hesitated. "No, I'm not going to apologize for the way you affect me. I'm a man and you're a very beautiful and desirable woman. What I mean is I'd like to see if we could make things work out between us more than anything else in this world!"
Rick paused and changed the subject, he didn't want to press her too hard when things were already going so great. He decided if she insisted she needed more time, he'd be her friend, give her all the time she needed, and hope she'd make a decision in his favor! Rick gently took her by her hand, "Come on in and help me pick out some goodies for this little party or Mad Mike will be out searching for us."
They entered the store and Rick reluctantly released her hand while he pulled two cases of beer out of the cooler and put them on the counter. He then went to the canned food aisle where he grabbed several cans of refried beans and a big jar of cheese dip. Michelle's mind had cleared enough that she alertly picked up on what he was getting and she grabbed a couple of bags of corn chips. The pretty woman clerk was staring bitterly at Rick when he went up to the counter to pay.
When Michelle glanced up and saw the look on the woman's face, she intuitively knew the clerk thought he'd done the brutal damage to her face. Michelle told the woman proudly, "Slick didn't do this, Miss; as a matter of fact, he just beat the hell out of my bastard ex-boyfriend who did!" As she picked up one of the beer cases with one hand, she clutched his free hand possessively with the other. The woman's agitated frown changed quickly into a pretty smile.
"Good, Sweetie!" The woman's voice was like sweet southern clover honey. "He's drop dead gorgeous and he's protective, too? I think you'd better grab on to this one, Darling!"
"I believe I'll do just that if he wants me before another woman grabs him." Michelle impulsively told the woman as she turned to look inquiringly up at Rick.
"You'd better believe I do!" Rick told Michelle. He felt a surge of elation as he put the case of beer back up onto the counter; he wrapped his arms protectively around the bruised sex kitten and he kissed her thoroughly again right there in front of the clerk.
"Oh, my God!" The clerk groaned as they kissed passionately. "I can't believe this crap; you two making out right in front of me and my old man is out of town on business."
Michelle finally broke their kiss; she laughed and saucily told the clerk. "Well, I'm sorry, Sweetie, but at least some of us are going to get some good loving tonight!"
"Damn it, Michelle. I just thought you were awesomely beautiful until I saw your smile; you really are a fantastic babe!" Rick turned gratefully to the clerk as he slapped an extra twenty-dollar bill on the counter. "Ma'am, thanks a lot for your help. Why don't you have a sexy negligee waiting for that old man of yours when he gets home?"
"Why, Slick." Michelle laughed in amusement, "I've only been your old lady for a minute and you're already buying another woman nice things!"
Rick laughed happily in return. "Bitch, bitch, bitch, Foxy Lady. I haven't been your old man but one minute and all I've heard is bitchin'. Well, that was our first fight, Babe, now let's go make up. We'll go outside this time so this nice lady here doesn't blow a head gasket." They went back to the bike and Rick stuffed the munchies into his saddlebags. He stacked the cases of beer on his fat bob gas tanks.
After another lingering kiss and grope session, which Michelle avidly participated in, they mounted the bike for the short ride back to her apartment. As soon as Rick had the bike gliding smoothly down the street he reached down and gently squeezed Michelle's thigh with his left hand. She responded to his display of affection by wrapping her arms around him and hugging her sexy body firmly to him.
Rick felt so fuckin' great inside he just had to do something! He yelled a wild rebel war cry into the warm night air and Michelle joined in with the soprano section. When the tones of their voices crossed they made a really awesome racket! They laughed gloriously at themselves and yelled into the wind all of the way back to her pad.
Scooter was watching them with hating eyes as Rick parked the bike; they pointedly ignored him and chatted happily as they headed upstairs with the load of goodies they'd scored. Almost all of the club members were present when they walked back in. Larry's sharp eyes picked up on the way Rick and Michelle's arms were around each other and he saw the charmed look on Michelle's face as she smiled up at Rick. He laughed gruffly and said in admiration, "I see that shooting Maniacs and kicking butt ain't all you're fast at, Slick."
"He's damned fast, Larry." Michelle spoke with a newly found confidence in her voice. "In fact, we've already had our first argument and then made up again!"
Snowman stood up and spoke to Rick with pride in his Brother in his voice. "Mission accomplished. Right on, Bro." He beamed at the two of them and hugged them both spiritedly. In fact, Rick couldn't help but laugh out loud as he noticed the lecherous little fuck made sure he hugged Michelle twice! The horny little shit seemed to linger at it and he damned sure looked as if he'd enjoyed himself when he finally let go of her.
Larry spoke up again as he handed Rick a small paper sack. "Here, Brother. Now you won't have to sew these on yourself." Rick excitedly ripped open the bag and he saw it contained the member's rocker for his rags; he held it up high and proudly displayed it to everyone. A loud cheer went up from the rest of the club members as they welcomed a new Brother into the club.
Snowman facetiously spoke, "I didn't think you deserved the rocker yet, but all these assholes from the fuckin' Slick Gardner fan club talked me into it."
Larry interjected a malicious thought that had some really interesting possibilities. "Why don't you tell Sleaze to sew the rocker onto your rags right now. Then you can go give your first order to that sorry-ass suspect downstairs; you can tell him he'd better get moving. Us righteous Desperados are going to need a lot more booze to celebrate you getting your member's rocker for your colors and your bitchin' new old lady!"
Rick proudly told his new Brothers, "Michelle might enjoy relaying that order to our suspect herself, now that she's a Desperado's Foxy Lady." He reached for Michelle; she came willingly to sit in his lap as she put an arm possessively around him. Rick couldn't resist caressing one of her long sexy thighs with one hand as he grasped her firm hip with the other.
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