by Emma Creed
“Yes,” she whispers nervously, and my hands waste no more time reaching around her and grabbing her ass cheeks. I lift her off her feet, and when her legs wrap around my waist the tip of my cock bumps against her slick little hole. I should at least do the decent thing and wear protection but there’s none to hand and I ain’t breaking this moment. Maddy is an exception to all the fucking rules. I’m clean, I would never put her at risk, and I’ll just have to be fast to the mark and pull out before I come inside her. Although the thought of that sends a rush of thrill shooting up my spine.
I press her back into the tiled wall behind her, feeling the water cascading over us while I tease her tight opening with the head of my cock. It physically hurts me how much I want to be inside her, and her pussy is pulsing to be filled. So I give into what we both need and slowly edge into her.
The inside of Maddy Summers has to be the closest to heaven a man like me will ever get. It holds me so fucking tight that I feel her throb around me, and it takes my breath away. Her nails dig into my shoulder and I try so hard to be gentle in breaking her.
“You okay, darlin’?” I check, my hand swiping some hair from her face to clear a path to her eyes. “Am I hurting you?” The thought of causing her pain cuts into my chest.
“A little, keep going though. I feel like I need it. I can’t explain it.”
“Okay,” I whisper, reminding myself to take a breath. My eyes focus on hers as I sink a little deeper, and I hear my growl get drowned out by Maddy’s screech as I fracture that barrier inside.
Words can’t describe how it feels to be fully seated inside her, and I hold myself still for a moment. Not just so she can adjust, but because my head is spinning like I’m on a fucking trip. She makes a long sigh of relief and while one of my hands steadies us against the wall, I have to pinch at the skin on her waist in my other palm to check she’s real.
She smiles at me, fucking smiles, and I feel that smile slip right into my soul. How can something so fucking good, be for me? I remember the priest at my pa’s funeral had told me never to doubt God’s will. Maybe that’s what she is, God’s gift to me for all he’d taken. A sacrifice made to cleanse me of all my wrongs. Or maybe the priest was talking shit and I’m just a selfish bastard. Either way I start to move, using the weight of my body to hold her to the wall while I roll my hips slowly into hers and explore every unexplored inch inside her.
She moans my name, and when I tuck my head into her neck she clings on to me like I’m the fucking world and she doesn’t want to fall off.
As I continue to stretch her, it starts to feel a lot like Maddy Summers pussy was made solely for me. I feel release creeping up on me, she’s too damn tight and feels too good for me to last. I’m tempted to let it spill inside her, to let those tight walls clench at me as I fill her, but I manage to tear myself out just in time. All I see is white behind my eyes as my heavy cock lands with a thud against her stomach. I look down between us and watch as it pumps hot jets of cum onto her skin. I’m fucking breathless, my head completely shot.
Maddy’s watching it too and she must see the few blood streaks decorating my shaft, the final traces of her innocence.
“Thank you.” She smiles up at me like she’s fucking grateful, and I have to kiss her because it kinda hurts to look at her. What just happened is proof that I’m so much weaker than I ever thought I was. And it doesn’t matter how hard I try to fight against it, I have to admit this bitch fuckin’ got me. Heart, body, and fucked up soul.
My stomach does a cartwheel when morning comes and I wake up next to Jessie. He’s still fast asleep, and aside from the scratch under his left eye, there isn’t a single line on his face. I can’t remember a time when I’ve seen him look so peaceful. One of his arms is resting over me, and I can’t resist stretching up and placing a kiss on his forehead. It makes him stir, and his grip tightens around my waist.
“Mornin’, darlin’,” he speaks without opening his eyes, curling his lip into a one-sided smile that makes me want to jump him.
“You want something for breakfast?” I ask, taking one of his blonde locks, and flicking it through my fingers.
“Mmmm, would love breakfast,” he growls, as he rolls on top of me. His head nestles into my neck, and his lips tickle just behind my ear making me giggle like an excited child.
“You stay here. I’ll get us some.” He uses his arms either side of me to push himself off the bed, and I watch as he walks his fully naked ass out of the bedroom. Clattering and bangs come from the kitchen a few minutes later, and I decide to get up and take a shower. Picking up one of his T-shirts from the floor, I throw it over my head on my way to the bathroom.
I’m brushing my teeth when I hear a tap on the front door. I poke my head out of the bathroom and I lift my hand up when I see Carly. She almost drops the basket she’s carrying when she notices Jessie naked at the stove.
“Jesus Christ,” she shrieks, sheltering her eyes behind her fingers.
“You know you really shouldn’t have that thing so close to a pan,” she warns him, placing the basket on the table and looking over to me. I’m leaned against the bathroom doorframe, toothbrush dangling from my mouth, with a smile that I can’t hold off as I take in the view for myself. Carly smiles at me with the tiniest hint of an eye roll.
“I guess I’d better leave you guys to it… Maddy, there are a few bathing suits in there. Thought they might come in handy for the party, and if you get a minute later, I could use a favor.”
“Of course, thanks for the suits,” I call out as she leaves, hoping she understood me through a mouthful of toothpaste.
After my shower, I change into one of the bikini’s, and choose one of the summer dresses my mom packed me to wear over the top.
“So, what do I need the suit for?” I ask Jessie, as I walk out of the bedroom and sit at the table where he’s set up two places.
“We’re having a lake party today. Lift everyone up after yesterday,” he explains, placing the loaded plates on the table.
“That sounds like a really nice idea.”
“You wanna make a guess at whose idea it was?” He raises his eyebrow playfully.
“Carly.”
We both say her name at the same time. Carly has to be the most caring person I’ve ever met, everyone at the club seems to adore her, and arranging something like this is just typical of her.
I’m nervous when we leave the cabin a few hours later. We walk past all the other cabins then into a stretch of woodland that leads towards the flat beach area, on the opposite side of the lake from the cabins. Carly and Skid walk just ahead of us hand in hand and it would feel like the most natural thing in the world to take Jessie’s hand in mine too. I don’t, mainly through fear of how he might react. With the exception of Carly, and maybe Skid, people around the club don’t like me much. I’m certain Jessie wouldn’t want his friends to know about what had happened between us last night.
Today isn’t going to be the same as the funeral yesterday, I’m still not entirely convinced I should be going at all. I worry about how I’ll feel if Jessie flirts with those girls who make themselves ‘available’, and I’m already fearing all the judgmental looks I’ll get this afternoon. But I don’t share my concerns with Jessie and stay silent as we walk towards the loud music, trying my best not to let my insecurities drive me crazy.
When we arrive at the lakeside, Jessie and Skid leave me and Carly and join up with the men around the grill. All the other women have set themselves up in line with the sun, tops off and tits out. Some of them venture into the lake to dunk their toes. But most of them hang around the men, not seeming to care when their most intimate parts are touched and groped at.
I lay out my towel beside Carly's, in our own spot away from the other girls. Lying on my back, I enjoy the heat from the sun warming my skin and lose myself in the memories of Jessie touching me last night. It was nothing like how the men are handling the women here. He’d been so gentle, and I wond
er if he’s like that with them too.
I try not being too obvious looking over at Jessie every once in a while, he’s deep in conversation with Brax, but every time his eyes flick over to meet mine, he gives me a smile or a wink that reminds me that we share a special secret.
“You had sex, didn’t you?” Carly interrupts my dreamy state, and I quickly tear my eyes off Jessie and focus them to her. She slides her sunglasses down her nose, peering over the top of them towards Jessie and all my blood rushes straight to my cheeks.
“Hey, it ain't nothing to be ashamed of, he’s hot. And girl if I were you, I’d be making damn sure all of them…”—she moves her eyes to the topless attention seekers splashing around in the lake—“…know who he’s coming home to every night.”
“It isn’t like that. Jessie wouldn’t want anyone to know about us.” Referring to Jessie and me as ‘us’ sounds ridiculous, but puts a warm feeling in my tummy. I look over at one of the girls rising out of the water, strutting like she’s walking the runway. Her attention is set directly on Jessie and she makes straight for him, her perfect body glistening with water. When she reaches him, she places her hand on his shoulder and whispers something in his ear. I can’t stand to watch on for his reaction. Pulling my summer dress off over my head, I make sure the bikini Carly lent me covers my modesty, then flip over on to my front and let the sun drench my back.
“Oh trust me, honey, he’ll want them to know.” Carly laughs to herself, fixing her glasses back in place before she lifts her head up towards the sun.
Beers flow, music blasts from the sound system set up in the back of one of the trucks, and the BBQ smells amazing. Feeling fried from all the sun, I decide to cool myself off in the lake. I go to check if Carly wants to come too but she’s sleeping. I don’t disturb her, and tiptoe over the bumpy pebbles to the now completely vacant lake. The smaller stones dig into the soles of my feet on the way down, and it makes me wonder how on earth that girl had made her journey from the water to Jessie look so graceful. My walk being far more wounded duck than graceful swan.
I dip my toes when I reach the water, pleasantly surprised at how warm the water feels against my skin. Gradually, I step forward, being cautious of the ground suddenly slopping. The water is so clear I can see the tiny fish swimming around my legs and tickling at my ankles.
I make it in almost to the top of my thighs before I take the plunge, bending my knees and sinking myself into the water all the way up to my neck. Dropping my head back, I soak my hair, then scoop a handful of water onto my face. Laying back in the water I take a look at the landscape surrounding the compound. The view is so breathtaking that l lose myself staring at it. It’s the first time I’ve taken the time to really appreciate what’s here. My eyes follow the tree line set behind the cabins on the other side of the lake, all the way around to the lodges that sit higher up on the hill and look over the lake.
I can just make out a single figure leaning over the balcony of the biggest lodge watching everyone below, and I know instantly that it’s Hayley’s Dad. Guilt strikes me like lightning, everyone down here is laughing, drinking, and enjoying each other’s company. While he stands alone and watches, consumed by loss and grief. I pull myself out of the water before the heavy weight of guilt drowns me completely, taking my towel and drying myself enough to slide back into my dress.
Heading over to the food table, I grab a plate and serve up a bit of everything until the plate is towered high and crammed full.
“Hungry much?” a voice speaks into my ear, and just from the tingle it spreads across the back of my neck, I know it’s Jessie.
“It’s not for me, silly.” I swat his hand off my ass, being cautious not to upset the plate in my other hand.
“I thought I’d take Hayley’s dad some food up,” I explain, managing to squeeze a spoonful of potato salad onto the last remaining available space on the plate.
“Mads, that’s a real nice thought, but maybe I should take it up. I don’t think…”
“Please let me do this?” I interrupt looking up at him through my lashes, I can tell from the way he frowns back at me that he thinks it’s a bad idea.
“He just ain’t in the best of places, darlin’.”
“I know, and I won’t impose, I’ll just drop off the food and leave. I Promise. I just really wanna do something nice for him.” The smile that twitches on Jessie’s face is enough to know he isn’t going to stop me.
“Thanks.” I smile back, wishing l could reach up on my toes and kiss his cheek, I’m just too scared to embarrass him in front of everyone.
“Just drop it and then leave, okay?” he warns, and I agree. I leave him standing at the table as I start my walk up the rough track to the lodge on top of the hill.
It takes a little longer than I expected to get to the top. The plate seeming heavier and heavier in my hands, it isn’t helped by the fact that the closer I get, the more they start to tremble.
Once I get there I knock on the door and wait, and then I wait some more. After a few minutes without an answer I notice a side gate that I figure leads out to the balcony, and I forge together enough courage to open it. When I step around the corner and see him, suddenly I lose my nerve. Prez has moved and is sitting on a chair just a few meters back from the balcony railings. His feet are propped up on the table in front of him. There’s a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth and a pile of empty bottles scattered around his feet.
“What do you want?” he growls, not taking his eyes off the lake below us. The noise from the party echoes up through the valley and is almost as loud up here as it is down there.
“I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this.” I fight against my nerves, trying to sound cheery as I move forward and set the plate down on the table in front of him. Then remembering my promise to Jessie, I turn around and start back towards the gate.
“Wait,” his voice calls out, so coarsely that it makes my stomach turn over.
“Sit down.” His order is followed by the sound of a metal chair scraping against wood when he kicks it out from under the table. I swallow down the massive lump that’s wedged itself in my throat, taking the few steps back towards him and lowering myself on to the chair.
“You know I’ve spent more time up in this house this past week than I did the whole time my girl lived here,” he speaks in a tone that rumbles. I don’t know how to respond to that, so I’m thankful when he doesn’t give me a chance to.
“I never gave her the attention she deserved.” He shakes his head. “She never complained, but I always knew I could have given her more.”
“She loved you, sir,” I tell him, my voice shaky as it passes through my lips.
“I didn’t deserve her love,” he snaps, leaning forward and tipping the bottle of vodka on the table up to his lips. I’m shocked when he offers it over to me when he’s done, his action seeming almost hospitable. Shaking my head politely, I hope he doesn’t take offense at my refusal.
“Why do you think she did what she did?” he asks me, like I hold the cure to his suffering.
“I don’t know, sir,” I reply, tasting tears at the back of my throat. “I wish I knew,” I add before silence falls, a long uncomfortable silence that feels like it might never end.
“I don’t hate you.” His words come out of nowhere, like he suddenly feels the need to reassure me.
“I appreciate you letting me be here, and keeping me safe. I know it must be hard to see me inste—” A grunt that comes right from his chest stops me mid-sentence.
“Crazy as it sounds, seeing you, is just about all that’s keepin’ me goin,” he interrupts. A small ironic laugh hidden behind his words. “You’re a reminder that my daughter lived, that she had someone who cared about her. A friend who she loved enough to die for, same as I would for any of ‘em down there.” His head nods down towards the lake. “How can I hate someone for being my little girl's friend?” he says weakly.
“You ain’t the r
eason she’s dead, Maddy… I am,” he adds, taking another swig from the bottle.
I feel like I might choke on tears when I try to talk.
“That’s not true,” I force out. “Those men, they took me. What happened to her was meant to happen to me. It should have been me.”
Prez stands up on to his feet, then with a thud that rattles right through my bones he slams his fist on the table.
“Look how Hayley was raised, what she’s seen since she was a child. Friends, brothers putting themselves on the line for the people they care about every day. Should I be surprised that she jumped in front of that bullet to save you? Should I be so angry that I can’t stand to look at you? Blame you? Or should I be proud? Proud because if she had been born a son, I would have expected her to do that from the day she was born. Loyalty is what this whole club is built around.” Tears slide down his face, as he shatters right in front of me, and I get the impression this is the first time he’s said any of these words out loud.
“You know, I nearly lost her before, and I still didn’t learn. Those men that tried to kill you tried to take her, the same night as they took her mama. Lucky Jessie was there to save her. Not me… Jessie, and you know why?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to guess,
“Because I was balls deep in a fucking club slut…” His voice is full of anger, but only for himself.
“I failed her every day of her short life.” His tone softens from anger to devastation. “You know what I see looking at you in front of me now, Maddy? I see a chance. An opportunity to do something for her. My little girl wanted you to live, and I’ll raise hell if have to, to make sure that happens. Whoever you are, or however you came to be in my daughter’s life doesn’t matter. You did something that earned her loyalty, and for that reason, you got mine. This club’s too.” I take in all he’s said and all I can do is stare back at him, speechless.
“This club will protect you from the people who tried to hurt you, and anyone else. This is your home now, and we’ll be your family for as long as you need us. You can toss your laptop in that damn lake for all the fucks I give. You owe us nothing. All I’m asking is that you stop hating yourself. That you live that life she gave you. Let me take the burden. Let me fucking take it, turn it to hate, and use it to get vengeance on the people who took her from us.” Prez slumps back down in his chair, running his hands through his white hair as if his outburst drained him completely.