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Wanted Dead or Alive	By : Danzig13 Category: S through Z > Wild Hogs Views: 1018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandom of Wild Hogs of the character of Red. I do not make money from this.

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Abbey could not take her eyes off the gleam that nearly blinded her. It seemed to radiate the sun’s energy with a blinding white glare as the sun hit the Harley’s engine just at the right angle.

Among the streaks of white and disorienting attacks of sunray, her thoughts wandered to Jack. He had been gone for two days now. He was so distant. She did not even get a goodbye kiss, shit, not even a pat on the ass. Somehow he could not read into her longing for more. It was great being the Captain’s girl, but she actually loved him and had hoped to have the emotion returned. Alas, her love felt brutally unrequited.

The motorcycle in front of her pulled away and she heard Murdock holler his goodbyes as he took off to join Jack. Her green eyes lit up with surprise as the glare died down. Still adjusting her eyesight, she noticed a silhouette on a Harley ahead of her. She was sitting on the step of the biker bar, so the figure looked even more imposing and tall from her angle. The broad shoulders curved with strength into arms that ran thick and veined to skilled hands, clenching the tools he was using to fix the Harley.

The long legs rested over the motorcycle, bending at the knees, making his biker boots look far more dangerous. He was shirtless, his chiselled muscles gleaming with sweat. She slitted her eyes to focus and for a slightly better view, noticed ice blue eyes first…and only. Her mind reluctantly admired the soft pools of calm and she felt a twinge of desperation and excitement. Then his face came into focus.

“Red?”

She tried to hide her surprise. She also attempted to hide the awkward lust that crept into the pit of her belly for a moment. Neither was successful.

He smiled warmly at her and chased it with a mute snicker as he got off the hog with ease and approached her with his towering swagger. Red held out his hand to pull her to her feet and for the first time she noticed all the silver rings on his fingers, as she placed her hand in his giant palm.

She shrieked with laughter as he tugged her up so strongly that she lost her footing and fell against him. For a moment her belly tightened again, as her face met his rock hard chest and his chest hair brushed softly against her cheek. The ZZ Top in the bar suddenly became more distant to her.

Her senses drowned in his power, his playfulness and his scent. Oh, his scent. Her nostrils flared at the faint smell of male sweat, entwined in musk. Abbey found herself strangely smitten with ol’ Red and it unsettled and intrigued her at the same time. She raised her face to him and his angelic eyes blew her away. He looked down at her, his stare penetrating her as if he was secretly telling her heart something he would never utter out loud. He knew it. She knew it. Abbey felt his hand squeeze hers and a hot wave of pure delight sparked her anticipation.

She proceeded to the empty bar house and Red followed her in. The sun was setting and he watched the red rays from the half-blinded windows fall on Abbey’s short, curvy body and twisted into moving patterns as she walked through it. The sun lit up her light auburn locks, roughly falling in snaky spirals to the small of her back.

“Why are you here, Red?” she stuttered matter-of-factly.

“Jack said I must watch the bar …” he motioned to the road in an absent-minded manner…”while he’s gone. So, uh, they wanted me to…….he doesn’t want any outside surprises this time round.”

“Oh,” she dropped her eyes to the ground, visibly upset that Jack did not mention her.

Red could not see her sadness, but he could hear a shiver in her voice and it saddened him terribly. She was beautiful for a 35 year- old ex-drug addict. Many times Red would watch Abbey and wonder how pretty she would have been if her life had not turned to shit and remained in the gutter when she was 17. Jack would never have met her if she wasn’t a crack dealer for a rival gang, and he sure as hell would never have saved her if she did not promise to be loyal to him unconditionally.

Desperate to console her, Red bit his tongue. He had a talent for saying the wrong things.

He dared not touch her, otherwise he would have wrapped her up in his arms and just held her by now. But Jack would kill him. Although, Jack would not kill Red because he loved Abbey, but because he owned her. She sniffed softly as she teared up.

Before he could help himself, Red reached out and stroked Abbey’s hair. It was an instinct he regretted immediately.

She swung around in astonishment, trying to find something to say as she faced the large biker who held out his hands apologetically.

“I…I’m so….” he started, but she cut him off by grabbing his hand with both hands and putting his palm against her face. Abbey reacted purely by instinct too, but she had no regrets.

She had to throw her head back to look at him, but he did not move back. His expression was tender and serious and he answered her gesture by moving his callused fingers on her cheek. Neither one moved away from the other as he pushed her back with his body until she could feel the edge of the pool table against her ass. Red pressed hard against her and once more she breathed in his delicious odour. Their eyes locked in subliminal mating.

Abbey reached up to Red, locked her hands behind his bare neck and pulled him down to her. For the first time she looked at him differently, and was amazed at how beautiful he really was.

She could feel his reluctance, from sheer loyalty to Jack, but she loved what he beamed out to her and she intended to receive it in full. She felt his huge hands caress her waist as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, enfolding her body completely. Her lips begged for his and she smelled his sweet breath just before he locked his curved lips over hers.

Abbey whimpered loudly as a shiver of satisfaction washed over her. He kissed like he meant it. Red repeatedly chewed her lips, every time deeper than before until his kisses became hard and determined, wolfing at her with intent. Abbey ran her hands over his stubble, her fingertips feeling his jaws move in unison with his weight, rocking against her with each kiss. He held her firmly and she never felt to safe before. Abbey was drowning in Red. His presence was intimidating. More intimidating than Jack ever could be.

She wondered why this beastly giant was so gentle. Ever.

Red pulled his mouth from hers and held her tightly, kissing the top of her head. She felt his breathing against her scalp and closed her eyes to enjoy the affection. Affection. Something she was not used to. He stroked her hair, all the way down her back and the sensation of his fingers playing on her body drove her crazy.

Her nipples were so hard that her Metallica T-shirt felt strained around her chest. She pushed back against him and allowed her mouth to graze his bare chest, breathing hotly on his skin through lips agape and wet.

His flesh crawled as he whimpered at her mock-kisses. His hands slid down to her ample buttocks and the softness of her made him hard. He brought his hands back up the sides of her plump body and lifted her T-shirt over her head. His touch was gentle and seductive and Abbey felt her vagina heat up and throb lightly. She could not wait to take him inside her as her nipples tingled against his hard, warm chest, her full breasts cushioning his flesh.

Red cupped his hands under her buttocks and lifted the redhead onto the edge of the pool table. Her hands explored his torso, every cleft that divided his massive musculature, his skin warm and heaving under her touch. His abdominals tightened every time she touched him and it gave her immense pleasure to hear him panting for her.

He never stopped looking at her.

She undid his jeans and they dropped slightly, revealing his veined, rock hard lower abdominals and traces of his pubic hair below. Her body heated up and her heart raced as he took her hands and shoved them down the front of his jeans, forcing her to fondle his erection. Abbey threw her head back and moaned loudly at the prospect of feeling his warm penis between her legs. Red smiled as he tweaked her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, occasionally pressing hard on them to make her moan just a little harder.

Red pushed Abbey onto her back and looked at her for a moment. The dying sun lit her skin up as red as her hair and he smirked at the vision of fire he saw before him. He imagined how hot she was inside. She was ablaze. For him. Her breasts fell flat and moved as she gasped with lust. Her navel and ribs formed pretty shapes in the low light and complimented her scarred body. Red’s penis strained against his jeans as he reached down and yanked her jeans off. Abbey was seeping onto her inner thighs and Red relished the odour of her sex as he opened her legs gently.

Abbey closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling nothing but the evening breeze on her naked body, awaiting the next sensation. She could hear Red growling softly, a primal sex machine ready to mate. She was at his mercy and she loved it. Awaiting him.

The tip of his tongue lightly slid over her clit and she screamed in ecstasy at the first touch. Then nothing.

Again.

And again.

Speeding its cadence, he lapped at her wet crevice like a thirsty dog. Never letting his mouth touch her, his tongue kept flicking and lapping until she felt her lower abdomen twitch and burn in waves of utter pleasure. Her hands cradled his bald head, feeling him moving eagerly between her thighs as he caressed her velvet skin all over her chest and stomach.

Abbey bent her knees and pulled up her legs to open wider for Red.

He took the hint.

He hooked her legs over his wide shoulders and raised himself to his feet. His huge member was pulsating and hard as a rock. As he positioned her, the head of his penis occasionally brushed against Abbey’s slit and it made her squeal out loud. He loved the hot wetness on the tip of his cock, teasing him, giving him a taste of what’s to come.

She was soaked.

His massive hands locked around her thighs, pulling her buttocks against him, as the head of his member penetrated her. Abbey rocked her hips to take him deeper, but Red wouldn’t let her. She cussed at the denial and looked down to him. The vision of him filled her with something between unbridled lust and deep affection.

There he stood, a massive tattooed angel with eyes like Heaven itself, once more possessing her with his stare.

“I want you,” she gasped in desperation, “Don’t make me beg, Red.”

He just smiled, his eyes hazed with desire. She felt his grip tighten.

He held her gaze as he sank his entire shaft into her, biting his bottom lip and groaning at the delicious sensation of her tight wetness around his cock. Her heat was overwhelming and he felt his entire body go numb with pleasure.

Abbey did not scream out loud, she clenched her jaws and grunted in bliss as he impaled her - her hands reaching out to him in delirium.

Red leaned slightly forward and pulled her ass hard against his thighs, her heat engulfing him. He watched Abbey’s horny lips as she mouthed little nasties by herself and he buried his cock deep inside her pussy with such force that is shook the pool table, sinking the eight ball.

He slammed his hips forward over and over, each time, evoking a squeal from the redhead. Every thrust was harder and deeper into her, watching her breasts shake with his rhythm, his giant fingers burrowing into the soft flesh of her thighs.

Abbey could not contain the pleasure of this big man, fucking her so hard.

Her breathing escalated with every plunge into her beckoning pussy, his force so powerful that she could feel the skin chafing off her back. Red fucked her hard until she could hardly breathe anymore, each thrust sending a rush of sexual ecstasy through her thighs and abdomen. Her hands were grasping air to find him while he continuously buried his cock in her and his grunting grew louder through his breath. He pulled out of her, amidst her disappointed mutterings, and pulled her off the table. She could hardly stand, but Red held her strong.

“Here I am,” he whispered in her ear.

He positioned her with her back to him and she felt his wet cock against her ass. Another rush of wet heat seeped out of her as he spread her legs, bending her over the edge of the table.

He entered her hard as his hands caressed her back. Slamming her relentlessly, Red grabbed her hair and pulled back her head to meet his face. He turned her to him and kissed her deeply, muffling moans and panting and delicious dirty words.

“Fuck me, Red,” the redhead begged.

“I have wanted you so long. I have….loved…you…so…long,” he pounded her.

A warmth of a different kind spilled over Abbey and she pushed back against her giant lover so that he could penetrate her deeper with each thrust.

Under her breasts she could feel the cold of his rings as his hands cupped her, massaging her tits. It felt like she was hitting fever pitch.

His voice pierced her ear suddenly.

“You are mine now. I stayed just for you. You are free now, baby. I’m your guardian angel. You are mine.”

The words made Abbey melt into sheer pleasure in her body and her heart.

“Yes, my love, “ she gasped as Red lifted her hair and kissed the nape of her neck softly, repeatedly, in cadence with his thrusts.

He clenched his hands on her tits and slammed harder and harder, barking his grunts out loud as he climaxed with intensity, blowing his load deep into her. She came with him, her legs quivering profusely and he pulled her back against his hard chest, her breasts still in his big hands.

They fell on the couch, exhausted in each others’ arms.

Abbey looked into Red’s gorgeous, gentle blues and ran her finger over the curvature of his lips. He smiled warmly at her once more and her heart skipped a beat.

His “snake eyes” tattoo rippled under his moving bicep as he softly stroked her skin, from her throat to her lower belly.

“Wanted Dead or Alive” was on the jukebox as Red and Abbey got dressed, still occasionally brushing each others hands and smiling at one another.

“You know Jack’s gonna kill you,” she said seriously.

“That’ll be the day. I guess that means we should be on our way before the Del Fuego’s come back, huh?” he sounded unfazed.

Red and his redhead mounted his Harley and with a thunderous roar, drove into the sunset.

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