Page 6 of Tyrant

She nods, her expression telling me she’s truly thankful. That I just became some sort of hero in her eyes, but she couldn’t be more far from the truth. I’m not a good man, but I’m damn sure not the worst out there either.

We stop two hours down the road for a quick bathroom break and then finally for the night after riding eight hours. Blair will be sore, no doubt, and we still have an additional two days of riding before we arrive. We take turns in the restroom at a hole-in-the-wall gas station, and I use my cell to search for the nearest hotel. Nothing comes up within two hours of our route, and I’m not trying to ride ten hours, especially with Blair. Eight each day is pushing it, especially at my age; I want to enjoy the trip, not feel like I’m exhausted. “Fuck,” I mutter, as we stand next to my motorcycle.

“Bad news?”

I offer her my cell, showing her the map on my phone with the little dots lit up along the road. “Closest hotel is an additional two hours.”

She yawns and shakes her head. “Is there a park or something nearby, so we don’t have to go that far? I’m tired, so I’m betting you are too.”

I nod. It was a long day in a position I’m not used to sitting in for that amount of time. My handlebars on my hog are much lower, the slant of the seat different, the weight heavier…I could go on and on comparing the two motorcycles. “You want to nap at a park? We’ll be useless trying to ride another eight on a few hours of sleep.”Blair shrugs, glancing around. I know she’s thinking, so I don’t interrupt her, patiently waiting for her to gather her thoughts. Eventually, she suggests, “What about an empty field? If it has grass, it could be not so bad.”

My gaze beats into her, wishing she’d just admit she doesn’t want me to get us a hotel room because she’s afraid she’ll have to give me some money for the night. “You’d sleep outside? You’re not worried about bugs or anything?” Majority of the chicks I’ve met haven’t been keen on the idea of being outdoors for long. They always want a ride on the back of my bike, which doesn’tever happen, but not to camp or let me pull over and fuck them someplace random.

Like a field.

Or a park.

I bet Blair would.

I check out the map on my phone again and find a spot nearby that may work. We load up again and then head down a farm road. It’s close enough we can stop by the gas station in the morning before we head back on the trip and suck down some shitty coffee. Because you know this far out in bum-fuck-Egypt, the java is going to be burnt and suck.

“I only have my bedroll,” I share once we’ve gotten to our makeshift campsite. It won’t be much, but it’ll keep us off the ground, at least if I lay the bedding out and don’t fold it over to cover myself up with. I unstrap the roll, then grab my portable phone charger and the bottled waters from my saddlebag. My bike is parked behind some bushes and with the slope of the field, no one should see us if they’re not specifically looking. I’ve become fairly decent at discovering good spots to sleep in for free. I make sure to leave each one as I’ve found them, taking my trash and belongings with me. I refuse to be the asshole who uses something and destroys it.

Blair unstraps her bag from the back of the sissy bar I have for the bitch seat. The person I bought the bike off of had his ol’ lady riding with him all the time. I guess it was fate stepping in that I hadn’t removed it all yet. She grabs her bag of chips and her cookie, then we walk down the slope a short way. I set everything down, then spread my bedroll. “You gonna be alright with us sleeping this close?”

She quietly laughs, and I find myself enjoying the sound a little too much. It has to be because I haven’t fucked in a while. The club sluts haven’t been doing it for me lately, so I’ve kept my dickin my pants, waiting until some better snatch came around. “I literally rode the last eight hours holding on to your body.”

I nod, releasing the heavy breath I didn’t realize I’ve been holding. I was literally waiting on bated breath for her to tell me she didn’t want to be next to me and the thought has my head spinning. “You can hold on to me anytime you want, Sugar,” I respond with a wink, hoping I don’t come off as some sort of fucking creeper right before going to bed.

Since when do I doubt myself? I’m charming when I try and chicks dig me, or so I’ve been told. Mostly I don’t talk to them, then they hop on my dick and we’re both happy.

I swear her cheeks turn red, darkening under the bright moonlight. It’s damn near a full moon, and it has everything lit up in a magical sort of glow. I lay down, scooting to the edge since my bulky ass fills up so much space without me even trying. Bad enough, I have to sit with my legs spread all the damn time because my cock and balls are big and heavy. It’s not because I haven’t come in a while either; they’re forever like that as if they’re waiting for the perfect pussy to fill over and over.

I shouldn’t be thinking of this shit when Blair’s body is about to be lying against mine and not in the manner I’ve been dreaming of nearly all day. “I have a blanket we can use. It’s more of a throw, really, but it may help. It’s not very clean, sorry about that.” She reminds me of a church mouse, sweet and quiet and either too shy or embarrassed to do anything to put me out. If she only had a clue of the type of men I’m used to being around maybe she’d let her guard down a bit.

“All good, babe. Bring your perky ass over here and get comfortable.”

Her mouth pops open in surprise, but all I can do is chuckle in response. My chest shakes as I laugh to myself in amusement; it must break the tension up from my words as she carefully laysdown at my side. “You good? I brought one of those waters for you.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

I’m silent as I process her words. I listen for her breathing after a few moments to see if she’s fallen asleep or if she’s too anxious. She may’ve claimed to be okay with her mentioning we rode together all day, but it doesn’t mean shit when lying next to a man you don’t know. I’m so much larger than her, I could take every bit of her I wanted, and she’d never be able to stop me. How she’ll sleep with the worry is beyond me, even though I know inside I’d never hurt her like that. Maybe I’d hold her down and stuff her with my cock if she begged for it, but I’d never just spread her sweet thighs and make my way inside her body without it being invited.

I try not to look at her but break after so long of holding myself as still as possible. “How you gonna sleep next to someone like me? Aren’t you worried about what I’ll do?” I haven’t been able to get the thought from my mind, and it’s driven me crazy to the point of opening my big fucking mouth when I notice her staring up at the stars.

“You’re not the one I’m scared of. I’ve known real monsters in my lifetime, and you’re not one of them.” She whispers, and her confession nearly knocks my head back in surprise.

I bite into my cheek, wondering who in the fuck would ever hurt this woman. Probably some drunk piece of shit living in the run-down trailer park on the edge of town. It’d explain why she was walking down the road, looking for a ride. Releasing a sigh, I murmur, “No monsters will get to you here. I swear it. You can sleep knowing I’ve got your back tonight.” I don’t know why in the hell I say it, but something in my chest compels me to be her champion tonight.

Funny thought, as I’m usually the one people run from.

Chapter 5

Blair

The thought hits me as soon as I close my eyes and succumb to the darkness waiting in my subconscious. I think ofhim…Ofthem. It’s the worst recipe right before drifting off into a deep sleep filled with nightmares.

“They’ve been found guilty of grievous crimes against the community, against our people. They must be punished; there’s no other path to absolution as they’ll be damned, their souls lost in the hellfire forever.”

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