Club Property: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC (2 page)

The conversation with Darlene came in her mind and she let out a quiet curse as an image of Carl McCallister flashed through her mind once more. She remembered as a teenager watching him working bare chested, and it brought a smile to her face as she thought about it. The immediate tingle of heat between her thighs was something she was familiar with, but she didn’t really want it.

“Get your fucking mind off him,” she urged herself.

The unsuccessful appeal only served to concentrate her attention onto him, and she suddenly found it impossible to tear her thoughts away from his massive, heavily-muscled torso. The prickle of arousal grew stronger and she put a hand out to the cubicle wall as the water continued to hammer down on her naked body.

“Shit,” she cursed through clenched teeth as the impulse to scratch the hot itch between her thighs grew.

She pressed her hand more firmly on the wall as she tried to resist the basic instinct to masturbate, but in the end she was unable to and gave in to the fantasy of Carl being there in the shower with her. The idea of his burly, powerful body pressed tightly to hers made her legs tremble and she closed her eyes as the burst of adrenaline took hold.

Bringing her free hand to her breasts, she dug her fingers in soft flesh and it made her breath come out in a rush. She played out the dream that it was Carl’s touch she was feeling on her naked body and, for what seemed like the millionth time in her life, wondered just how hard he would get for her pretty curves. The thought of wrapping her fingers around his pulsing, throbbing erection as hot blood pumped through it was one she’d fantasized about for so many years, and doing it yet again accelerated the flush of arousal that was weakening her body.

She turned to slam herself on the cubicle wall, but it wasn’t enough to hold her up. Her knees buckled to make her slide down until she was sitting on the soaked floor. She moved position to have the cascade of warm water rain down on her sensitive skin and spread her legs open as she slid a hand between them. There was no stopping now and she groaned as she worked her fingertips in a circular motion on her pussy lips.

She slowly increased the pressure to open herself up and sought out her clit to get the hot pleasure she wanted. Her head cracked on the wall when she rocked it back, but her exhilaration climbed as she rubbed fingers roughly on her hot bud. The rush of breath turned to a groan as she brought her other hand to her breasts and gripped tightly. Her palm crushed her erect nipple to send shivers racing down her spine, and it made her stroke her clit all the more eagerly to get to where she wanted to be.

Her breath was now coming out in ragged gasps as her excitement mounted, and it only encouraged her on to more. The groping touch on her breasts made her shudder and she dug her fingers in roughly as she continued to torment her clit. She finally slid the hand between her thighs lower and her muscles tensed when she got her fingers poised at her wet opening. The deluge of water pounding down on her naked skin was making the experience all the more of a thrill, and the tension broke when she drove her stiff fingers in her pussy.

Suddenly she was squirming around on the cubicle floor with the image of Carl’s erect length slamming in her wet cunt. It was always the same when she brought herself to a climax, but more than ever before, she wanted the real thing rather than the fantasy. She quickened the pace of her hand to drive her fingers deep as she carried on groping her tits and the hot flood of bliss took all her attention. The urge for more drove her on to fuck her pussy with rapid, forceful jabs and she slid her other hand down her body to get it to her clit.

It was the touch she needed to tip her over the edge, and her head cracked on the wall once more as her body went rigid. The tension grew for just a split second before it broke to an orgasm that lit up between her thighs. She let out a loud groan as writhing convulsions ravaged her body and left her wriggling around in delight on the floor of the shower. It was a struggle to catch her breath, and that wasn’t helped by the water streaming over her face when she turned it up to the cascade.

The fire burned through her to make her pussy tighten around the stiff penetration of her fingers, and she held them deep as she rode the wave of ecstasy all the way up to the top. Her body arched away from the wall as her muscles stiffened in the final flourish of enjoyment before she collapsed down and tried to recover her senses. She forced herself to shuffle out from under the jets of water and sat trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

“Good going, Carrie,” she berated herself. “That’s just what you need to forget all about Carl McCallister.”

She remained sitting on the soaked floor of the cubicle until the power returned to her legs before hauling herself to her feet. Grabbing the bottle of shower cream, she quickly washed herself then switched off the water and got out of the shower.

“Shit,” she cursed when she realized she didn’t have a towel to hand.

She tried to shake off some of the water dripping down her naked body, but still left a wet trail across the floor when she walked through to her bedroom. When she got a towel from the wardrobe, she dried herself with it then wrapped it around her upper chest. She went to her bed to lie down afterwards and closed her eyes as she tried to relax. It proved impossible though as Darlene’s words relentlessly played on her mind.

“It isn’t over,” she let out quietly then shook her head as another thought came to her. “It never even began.”

Sitting up and dropping her feet to the floor, she got up and went to get a nightdress to wear. She then walked across to the desk with her tablet computer on it. Sitting on the chair, she swiped her finger across the screen to bring it to life and typed in the password to get started.

“How do I go about finding someone?” she mused to herself.

As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult and she was amazed at the plethora of free websites she found that could be used to track down friends and family. Her teenage obsession with Carl meant she knew as much about him as anybody, and she began entering his details in the search engines of the websites. An hour later she’d found three instances of the same address for him in San Francisco. She knew it was where he was from originally, so that didn’t surprise her. She wrote the address down then sat at her desk staring at it. Her concern was that he might have moved on, but she tried to convince herself that what she was looking at was where she would find the man she couldn’t get out of her mind.

“Are you going to do it?” she challenged herself.

Answering yes to that question proved more difficult than she imagined, and she came up with plenty of reasons why it was foolish to go through with the idea playing out in her head. She went to bed to weigh up the pros and cons of actually making a trip to San Francisco and was still mulling it over when she fell asleep. It was the first thing on her mind when she woke up the following morning, and she gradually moved closer to making a decision as she prepared herself for another day at college.

“I found out where he lives.”

The expression on Darlene’s face showed that she didn’t remember the conversation of the evening before. That was hardly a surprise considering her half-closed eyes and pale skin.

“What?” she asked in a croaky voice.

Carrie couldn’t stop herself laughing.

“How much did you drink last night after I left?”

Darlene let out a groan as she put a hand to her forehead.

“I’d tell you if I could remember,” she replied.

She lifted the bottle of water in her hand to take a gulp and it was obvious she was fighting to rid herself of a serious hangover.

“Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee at the refectory,” Carrie said. “You look like you could do with one.”

Darlene just nodded her head and followed. When they got to the refectory, she dropped in the first empty seat she came to and watched as her friend walked across to the serving counter to buy the coffees.

“There you go,” Carrie said. “Get that down your throat. It will make you feel better.”

Darlene picked up the sweet, black coffee to drink some and let out a sigh. Her head was thumping and she pressed fingers on her temple as she willed the ache to go away. She shut her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to look across the table.

“This is going to be a long day,” she said.

“That will teach you to go out and get drunk on a weekday,” Carrie teased.

“Yeah, OK Miss Smarty Pants,” Darlene protested. “Just because you ran for it last night doesn’t mean you have to lecture those of us that succumbed to the lure of alcohol.”

“That’s a very sweet way of saying you got completely out of your head,” Carrie joked.

Darlene rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” she intoned in a droll voice. “What did you mean about finding out where someone lives?”

“The man I told you about last night,” Carrie replied. “You do remember some of what went on, or is it all just an alcohol haze to you now?”

Darlene closed her eyes for a second as her brow furrowed, but a smile then spread across her face to show that the memory of the conversation from the previous evening came to her.

“Your teenage crush?” she queried.

“Yes, my teenage crush,” Carrie answered. “I couldn’t get him out of my head when I came home last night and there are websites on the internet that can be used to track people down.”

“You got an address for him?”

Carrie nodded her head.

“It only needed around an hour of searching for a few of the websites to come up with the same address in San Francisco.”

“Nice,” Darlene said and her smile grew wider. “So, when do you leave?”

“Should I do it?” Carrie asked.

“Of course,” Darlene replied adamantly. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

“What if he’s happily married?” Carrie let out.

“What if he’s not?” Darlene countered immediately. “If you don’t do this, you’ll always be left wondering what might have been.”

Carrie let out a sigh. She knew her friend was speaking the truth, and it just confirmed the conclusion she was coming to. Her idea of going to college to get on with her life wasn’t working like she planned, and the thought of Carl would always be niggling at the back of her mind. Going to San Francisco would end things one way or the other. If he was happily married or in a relationship, then she would know to get on with her life, and if he wasn’t then…

There was no point in getting ahead of herself, but the decision was made. She sat chatting with Darlene as they finished their drinks then got up to set her plan in motion. There was no point in giving up on college altogether, considering she might need to return, and the story formed in her head as she walked along to see her student counselor. There was a nervousness to telling a lie, but it seemed the best option in the circumstances.

“Morning, Carrie,” Mr. Johnson said when she walked in his room. “What can I do for you today?”

“I have a bit of a problem.”

“OK,” her counselor went on. “Have a seat and we’ll see what I can do to help.”

Carrie moved across the room to sit opposite him at the desk.

“I got a call from my mother last night,” she started. “My father has taken ill and won’t be able to work for a couple of weeks. Would it be possible for me to get some time off to go and help with the family business?”

“Nothing serious, I hope,” Mr. Johnson said.

“No, the doctor just told him to take it easy for a couple of weeks and he’ll be fine,” Carrie replied. “It’s difficult for my mother to cope on her own and she needs someone to help that knows the business.”

“It would just be for two weeks?” Mr. Johnson queried.

Carrie nodded her head as she answered.