by N. Tetterton
I toss the entirety of the glass back with one gulp before I fill it back up with the bottle next to it. I feel eyes are on me as soon as I sit down on the couch. I haven’t made much of an appearance at the clubhouse, especially to drink, in a couple of months, and I’m not sure any of these kids have seen me drink like this… ever. I down a second “sip” of whiskey I let my head fall back onto the top of the couch as I stare up to the ceiling.
“Khan,” I hear a purr of my name come out of a mouth and I look over to it as I see Star looking at me. Wearing her classic push-up bra so her tits are so close together that there’s no gap, barely covered by a low cut shirt, and short skirt. I don’t say a word to her but pull her by her hand and sit her on my lap. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” She purrs into my ear.
“I’ve been busy,” I tell her and slide my hand up to the hem of her short skirt.
“Too busy to come and see me.” She whispers back into my ear as she turns and straddles my lap. ”I’ve missed you.” I wish I could say the same.
“I’m sorry, Star,” I say as she grinds against my dick. “Lean back” I mutter to her as I pick up the bottle of whiskey and pour the whiskey right into the little divot that her tits make. She giggles as the liquid touches her skin. I suck the liquid off of her chest and lick the last little amount making sure to get all of it off her skin. She’s still giggling as I lick the last droplets of liquor off of her skin. Lifting the bottle to do it again.
I feel Star being pulled off of my lap as a voice that I recognize yells, “WHAT. THE. FUCK?” at me. Every single one of the guys including Fury is standing with mouths agape at the scene of Lucy screaming at me.
“Lucy,” Fury shouts at her grabbing at her arm but she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. She yanks her arm away from him.
“No,” she points at me and I glare at Fury.
“Lucy, you don’t understand.” Fury urges her. I know what he’s trying to tell her. That technically she isn’t allowed to talk to me like this. That this is my fucking clubhouse. I may let Fury tell me when he thinks I’m fucking wrong without beating the shit out of him, but that’s only behind closed doors away from everyone. Her out in front of the entire club shouldn’t be tolerated.
She’s about to scream something else at me, as I get up and walk towards the hallway. I yell for Fury to follow me into the war room since it’s our only completely soundproof room in the clubhouse and Lucy has every right to yell at me so I will let her. I glare at him and then glance out the door. He calls Lucy into the room and shuts the door. I step in close to Fury and look at him in the eye, “I should kick your ass for that.”
“But you won’t,” Lucy says next to me, I turn to glare at her.
“You want to say something to me,” I’m yelling now, her eyes widen maybe for the first time being afraid of me, “fucking say it. I’m giving you a chance, but don’t ever disrespect me out there in front of everyone. You want to tell me I’m a dirtbag. Get in line because there are a million motherfuckers in front of you that want to tell me that. ” Then I sit in my chair and I run my hand over my face, “she fucking told me to do it.”
“What?” She asks me sitting down across from me.
“I told her,” I pause, “ I told her that, I was just trying to do what’s best for her. I don’t want to be the reason why she doesn’t know who she is.” My broken heart and the alcohol don’t mix very well. I’m officially a fucking pussy.
“Khan, you have to let her make those decisions.” She says to me.
“Do you know that I’ve been to prison?” I ask Lucy and her eyes widen,
“Khan, you can’t even say that.” Fury looks at me.
“I can’t? Fury. Does not saying it makes it any less true.” He looks at me a little surprised.
“No, but you weren’t wrong in,”
I cut him off. “Does that matter, whether it was the right thing to do or not? I have an arrest record pages long.”
“But you’ve only been found guilty-,”
I cut him off again. “Yeah, because the fucking captain of the police precinct looks at me like I’m his fucking pseudo-son.” I pause, letting myself sink down into my chair and lean over letting my head fall into my hands. “She was so angry and wouldn’t talk to me. She yelled at me to go fuck someone else since I didn’t want to fuck her.” Fury laughs, Lucy smacks him.
I glare at him, “Right, that’s not funny.” He mumbles.
“You’re an asshole,” I tell him and he laughs again.
“Khan, did you tell her you were trying to do what was best for her,” Lucy asks as I nod my head. “What did she say?”
“If I thought she couldn’t figure that out for herself.”
“That’s what I would expect her to say.” She pauses and looks at me, placing a hand on my arm, “I understand what you’re saying. And so does she. But she’s hurt right now. Just if you guys aren’t going to be together. Could you try and not to fuck or almost fuck anyone in front of me, please.” I laugh. She looks over at me confused about my demeanor.
“Not gonna be a problem because apparently, your friend ruined me. That whole thing out there felt nothing.” I mumble as motion down to my dick. “I haven’t even fucked her yet, but after having her living in my house, sleeping in my bed, for the few weeks with a constant case of blue balls, I can’t get it up for anyone else.” Lucy tries to keep her laugh contained.
“You’re being dramatic.” She tells me.
My head snaps back to look at her, standing up I face where the two of them stand, “I was just licking whiskey off of some bitches tits who I know will blow me in front of everyone… and nothing.” When I say nothing I throw my hands out in each direction. I shout out a groan of frustration and walk out of the war room.
Before I round the corner I hear Fury say to her, “You want me to take you home, don’t you?”
“Khan,” Star purrs back into my ear while grabbing onto my arm as I walk through the lounge room, “now that you’ve got that whole thing sorted out.” I pull my arm out of her grasps and continue to walk away. Making sure to grab the bottle of whiskey, I shout, “Everyone, leave me the fuck alone,” and I walk out the backdoor and walk the trail back to my house. I’m stumbling up to the path as I round to the house and look at it.
“I don’t deserve this shit.” I wave the bottle around, I’m sure some of the liquid spills out.
❖
“Uncle Dax,” I hear Ella call to me the next morning. My head hurts before I open my eyes and the sunlight that is above me hurts my head even more. “Are you okay?” She asks me. I hear someone else approach and as I look up I see Ash walking up to me.
“What? Where am I?” I ask her as I look around me to see that I am laying in the front yard, the bottle still clasped in my hand.
“Holy shit, Prez. You look rough.” He pauses and then says again, “Ella text me cause she said you weren’t home. I guess she just didn’t look far enough.” Hints of a smirk are threatening to come out.
“Fuck off,” I say to him as I lay back down in my front yard.
“Khan, get up.” He says stretching his arm out to me and lifting me up. “Ella, go ahead and get in the truck. I’m going to put him to bed.” He mutters a fuck as I lean all of my body weight onto him.
“You gotta bulk up kid,” I’m sure my words are still slurred as he attempts to walk me up the stairs.
“Maybe you should just not drink like this anymore.”
“I don’t drink like this,” I tell him through slurs.
“I know you don’t. We were all kind of shocked to see you like this.”
“I think I really fucked up with her,” I tell him and he nods his head.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He pauses, “I’m sure you’ll bounce back from it Khan.” I sigh as he flops me onto my bed.
“That’s the thing. I don’t think I want to.” The last few words are a mumble before I pass out.
…we are going to b
e seeing a whole lot more of each other.
There’s a knock on my bedroom door.
“GO. AWAY.” The words come out loud and monotoned.
“Billie, if you don’t open the door I’m going to break it the fuck down,” Lucy calls from the other side.
“Fine,” I mutter to her. Pushing myself off of my bed and opening the door. “Now, all is right in the world,” I grumble out to her.
“I’m sorry, love.” She mutters
“About what?” I ask her trying to play dumb. She just stares at me and I know that Fury just dropped her home so I only imagine how she found out. “Ugh, it wasn’t anything. I’m fine. It wasn’t even a break-up.”
“Billie, it was. Even if you guys want to pretend it’s not. He’s pretty broken up about it as well.”
“What?”
“I yelled at him tonight, in front of everyone. He was…” she trails.
“Fucking someone?” the words are strained as I say them
“No, he said uh, he couldn’t.”
“He couldn’t?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she pauses, “fuck I’ll tell you the whole story. When I walked in he had girl straddling his lap.” The words hurt. And at the same time, I can’t help but think about the last time that I did that. “He was doing body shots off her chest.”
“I did tell him to fuck someone else,” I tell her and she nods her head.
“Yeah, he told me,” She brushes off my statement, “but he told me that he felt nothing. his exact words were that you ruined him.” She uses her fingers to air quote ruined him.
“What?” She shrugs.
“He said that he hasn’t even fucked you yet, but after you lived with him for weeks, where he had a constant state of blue balls because he wanted to fuck you, now he can’t get it up for anyone else,” I’m assuming she looks at my face and knows that she needs to continue to talk, “he brushed off tits and left the clubhouse.”
“He should have fucked her,” I mumble.
“Why are you saying that?”
“We weren’t anything. We were just friends who would cuddle when they slept and make out every now and then.” She sighs as she looks at me.
“It’s okay to be sad. You’ve been through some shit recently.”
“Why am I not even phased by the shit Brad did?” I ask her and she shrugs.
“Probably because you’re used to him being gone.” And I nod my head. Or more because I don’t give a shit that he’s dead. I never really loved him.
❖
The first day back to work from the incident is two and a half weeks after Dax left my house that night and everyone is extremely nice to me. Or it may just be because it’s a Friday, who knows. I walk out of my office door to hand something to Abby.
“Ash,” I look at him as he’s standing at the reception area.
“Billie,” it’s extremely awkward.
“Is Ella okay? I know you guys are usually early.” Dax's big thing is punctuality for them to be late means that something is going on, but Ash nods his head, but I can see the concern on his face. “You sure, you can come in and talk if you need to,” I say motioning to my office and he shakes his head no. “Okay, just know my door is always open.”
“Thanks,” he nods and I walk back into my office. I sit down at my computer and pull up Ella’s attendance. I see that she’s been signed in 4 times in the last two weeks and I become concerned every time being signed in by Ash.
“Billie,” I hear and look up to see Ash standing in my doorway. I motion for him to come inside and he shuts the door.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him and he holds his arms in almost a shrugging motion.
“Relatively okay. Everything is fine with Ella and the rest of us.” He pauses and then starts talking fast, “Khan’s having a hard time with,” he pauses motioning to me, “things.” I nod my head understanding. “I think he’s more confused because he keeps saying that…”
“We weren’t anything so there’s nothing to be upset about.” He nods his head and sends me a questioning look, but I know this because it’s what I keep telling myself to feel better.
“Yeah, but the thing is, I keep finding him passed out in the yard, or on the trail to the house, or in the bathtub without water in it, the bottle still in hand.” I look down trying to not seem as sad as I am. I know that Dax isn’t much of a drinker. Since his dad was an alcoholic he doesn’t usually let himself get too carried away with it.
“Ash,” I try to not sound mad or angry as I look at him. “I’m not sure what to tell you. This was his decision.”
“Yeah, I know, he keeps telling me that too… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just figured you would want to know.” He mutters as he stands up and goes to walk out of the room.
“Ash, thank you. I do want to know.” My words are whispers. He nods his head
❖
“Dax?” I call out inside the house as I open the front door, peeking around the corner. All of the lights in the house are out so I let myself in. I just need to get in and get out. I had accidentally left a few things here when I packed my things to come back home. I only noticed as I unpacked my bags at the house. I could have left them, but then I wouldn’t have an excuse to come here. Even if he’s working at the club. I try and shake the images of the girls all over him. I try and swallow the lump in my throat as I climb the stairs to the second floor. I look down the hall, double-checking that Ella isn’t here. I know that she is most likely at the dance that the school is having for the night. Pushing the door open to Dax’s bedroom. It isn’t until I hear the shower running in the bathroom and seeing light from above the shower streaming into the bedroom, that I realize he is here tonight… “Crap,” I mutter. I contemplate just leaving until I see the stack of clothing that is folding and stacked on the dresser. “Might as well grab them while I’m here. It would be stupid to not get them.” I whisper to myself.
The few grunts that I hear coming from the bathroom grab my attention. “Great,” of course I would come to try and grab my shit and he would be fucking someone in the shower. Where I’m standing I can see the shower reflected back to me in the mirror. In it I see Dax standing in the shower leaning slightly forward, but head back, eyes closed… but nothing else, the door blocks the rest of what the mirror would be reflecting. Not being able to help myself, I take a couple of steps closer to the door.
“Fuck,” he growls as I take a couple more steps and gasp. I can see his muscular ass, legs spread apart, standing in the stream of water through the glass wall of the shower, but when I look into the mirror I see that it’s not anyone else who is causing the noise and I can’t turn and leave. I stand watching him, his left hand on the wall in front of him, bracing himself against it, as his other hand fisting the length of his cock.
I have only seen him naked one other time, the shower shortly after I had come to stay here. Images of him having me pressed into the wall, his cock barely touching my opening, come back into my head. I hadn’t had the guts to really look at his cock then, but seeing it now fully erect, even in Dax’s large hands looks impressive. I let my gaze trail up his body from his erection to his face, seeing his eyes are still close I push the door open just a little bit more. He grunts causing my eyes to fall immediately back down to his movements and I can see his ass flex as he pushes his cock through this fist.
“See something you like?” His voice is rugged I can feel the blush rush to my cheeks as I look back up to his face in the mirror his eyes are ignited as he stares at me and I slowly nod my head. “Good.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, watching him until his head leans back again. “FUCK…” the word lingers on his lips and I can’t stop myself as I pull off my shirt followed by my pants and panties at once. I pull open the shower door and I hear Dax growl out at me. “Billie, you step one foot in here…” his voice stops as he looks over at me, already standing in the shower. “Bil….” He starts
“Shut up,�
�� I mumble to him. Causing him to look at me over his shoulder. I let my hands trail down his back. Then I move to stand next to him keeping my hands on his skin as I move around his body until they touch his side. He groans as my hand slides down his torso reaching his cock. He sucks in a deep breath as my hand reaches it almost as if my touch causes him pain.
I let my hand clasp around him and make sure to match his rhythm. His growl comes out so deep that I can feel the vibrations from his cock. “Holy shit,” he mutters stepping back just slightly letting his back fall against the wall. His hand falls away and mine is the only one left, working him.
His cock pulsates in my hand as his head falls back, against the shower wall. “Oh, fuck, Billie. I’m going to come.” The words come out of his mouth through gritted teeth.
“I want to watch you come.” My words are barely above a whisper. “You better come for me.” I can feel his hips press into my hands quicker causing me to match his pace. His hands reach up to my shoulders as he grunts as a stream of cum shoots out onto the floor beneath us. He slumps against the shower wall for a second until he looks back at me.
“Why are you here?” He asks, his demeanor changes into a rigidness that wasn’t there a few minutes ago.
“I left a few things here and I figured that while I was here getting them that I would bring your car back,” I tell him.
His eyes smolder as he looks down at my naked body standing in front of me. His words are specific as he looks at me with a completely different agenda, “Keep the car until you get a new one. I don’t care how long it takes,” he then lets his mouth fall to mine as he lifts me up and his lips are on mine before I realize it. His kisses are forceful almost as if he’s starving. As I feel his hands slide down my back, stopping at my ass, cupping it, then lifting me up to, and letting my legs wrap around his torso. “Awe, fuck” he groans into my mouth. The water is gone with a flip of his wrist, never breaking his mouth from mine. The shower door bangs closed as he moves me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed and he crawls up it between my legs. “Fucking beautiful.” He mummers as his lips kiss the inside of my thighs.