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"Congratulations, graduates this concludes our ceremony and you are officially on the way to your tomorrow." The keynote speaker releases us from the heat of this cramped gymnasium.
Grim and pretty much the whole club are waiting for me at the Roadhouse after I have gone home and changed. The party isn't just for me though, the guys want to send Rebel, Striker, and Trouble off in style. I can't believe the old man is actually throwing me a party and allowing me in the Roadhouse with everyone. I have only ever been allowed at parties when nothing major is going on, when I am working in the kitchen or when Grim is out of town.
Beer is flowing from the tap freely, music is blaring, jars of moonshine are overflowing, and skin is showing. The smell of men and leather is in the air, mixed with smoke — the party is in full swing when I arrive. Everyone is laughing and having a good time. My dad actually hands me a beer. He brings me in close to him and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Baby. Your mom would be proud of you too. Now don't go hog wild and behave yourself." He takes Sunshine by the hand and leads her upstairs. I know he is trying to let me grow up, but it is hard for him to watch.
I sip my beer and look around the room, taking it all in. I don't know why but I have this weird feeling that this is the last time we will all be together and happy. Maybe I am just feeling sentimental because I graduated today, and everything is constantly changing. I don't know who I am supposed to be and where I fit in within the club. I always imagined my place was at Rebel's side, but looking at him right now, seeing the way he looks at Rumor, I know letting him go was the best thing I have ever done. Stone and his wife are tangled up in one another. Tread has a whore on his arm.
Romeo breaks away from the game of pool he was just playing and comes to stand by me at the bar pretending to be getting a refill. "Congrats on your graduation, Baby and Happy Belated Birthday. I know you lied for me and I owe you. I've been thinking about you. We could come to an arrangement." He smiles deviously at me. I know he is insinuating that I become his whore on the side. I guess that is what I get for messing around where I shouldn't have.
"Someone knows," I whisper, sending a shiver down his spine as I walk away to join Striker and Trouble in a game of darts. Romeo is staring after me and not able to speak, you'd think I just cut his tongue out. But he needed to know, someone plans on using what they know against us, if they haven't already begun. I don't know why but I have this sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach that Lucky will fuck us over in the end.
Trouble is watching Romeo, but he is speaking to me. "You alright, Baby? You seem distracted."
"I'm fine, have you spoken to him lately?" Him meaning Lucky, but I don't want Striker to hear.
"Nah, laying low, things popping off over there, it isn't a good time." I knew they traded information, what else does Trouble know that he isn't telling me?
"I'm going to miss you chauffeuring me around. When do you head out?" I know he knows I know his secret, but I don't want to lose my best friend. I know Trouble has to have had a good reason for helping Lucky.
"Too motherfucking early. I'm about to go spend a little change and find me some strange." Trouble kisses me on the cheek and heads over to the table where Foxie and LL's working girls are sitting, well the ones that aren't already occupied elsewhere.
"Dance with me, Striker." He takes my hand leads me to the center of the floor. "Where's your girl at? Figured she'd have your mark on her arm by now." I wink at him knowing he has no intentions on settling down with any woman soon.
"Nah, her parents are in town and they are tight ass stuck up fuckers. They'd never approve of their daughter being with me."
"Well they sure as fuck don't know what in the hell they are missing." Striker twirls me around and it's just like old times. 'Family Tradition' is cranking out over the speakers, tonight is perfect.
"So where in the fuck you been lately, you don't ever come around. You haven't been to a family breakfast over at mom's in months. You got a man I don't know about? Or is it because of my dumbass brother?"
"Just had a lot going on. Ttell Foxie I'll be over in the morning to make up for it."
"I'm going to hold you to it, but you can start making it up to me by finding us some smoke, I'm tapped out. And I'd like to go out tonight in style. Chicago is going to be a lot of work and no play." I doubt that, with Aspen and Rumor being there to keep him and Rebel company.
"Alright. I got you." I know Grim is upstairs with Sunshine, and I doubt they will come down anytime soon. I know where my dad keeps his good shit. "Meet me at your apartment in about ten minutes."
**
"You know Grim will have both our asses if he catches us smoking his good shit." Striker is rolling us a blunt. It feels nice to be hanging out just the two of us, it's been a long time since we have shot the shit. "Before I get too blazed to remember, I got you something." Striker goes into his room and returns a few minutes later with a small box wrapped pretty in pink. "Open it." He nudges my elbow.
Inside is a charm bracelet. I inspect every charm and I am amazed that Striker came up with this on his own. He had to have put a lot of thought into this gift. His gifts usually come in the form of a gift card. Each charm on the bracelet represents a memory we shared growing up together. The first one a motorcycle of course, the second a tree making me think of the time we planted a magnolia tree together, he said that as long it had its roots in the soil we were rooted together. There is a small house, we made our own version of the Roadhouse because we were pissed we weren't allowed in the real one. I had a bad splinter, and we were trying to chop trees in the woods for wood. I remember I was crying so hard and Striker sucked the splinter out of my finger. I was only around nine years old at the time. I remember him sticking up for me and making Rebel allow me to hang my pink curtains in our clubhouse. Striker was always doing things like that, ensuring that I always got my way. I smile as we talk about the other charms together, a skull's head, three stars representing my first tattoo, Striker held my hand because true to form Inkman always goes to damn deep and I was so nervous.
I roll us another joint and grab us another jar of moonshine. "You want to play." Striker notices my smirk as he hands me a PlayStation controller, we used to stay up late against Foxie's wishes playing Call of Duty.
"You're on. Let's kick some zombitch ass!" We are on our fourth round in the game and we have drunk much more than I thought I could handle especially after smoking that funk g-12 weed.
"Striker, tonight was the best night I have had in a long time. Thank you for hanging out with me, best night I have had in a while." God did I need this night of cutting loose after the bomb Lucky dumped on me, why did he lay all of that on me?
I lean over and I am meaning to give him a kiss on the cheek, but I fall forward slightly, from being stoned, and I slam my lips into the corner of his mouth. Striker leans into me and pulls me into a kiss, I was not expecting. And boy does he kiss me. He kisses me soft and slow. He kisses me until I am sure my tongue is going to fall off. I suck his tongue and bite him on his bottom lip before finally breaking free from the trance he just had me under. I don't know how he did it, but he just kissed me stupid and sober all at once. Striker has never made a pass at me before. Sure, he has made jokes, but I knew there was never any weight behind them.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispers against my mouth. He nips at my neck, encouraging me to take this further.
"Don't say things like that unless you mean them, you've got a girlfriend..." Striker cuts me off with another kiss. His hands start exploring my body, and it feels so good to be wanted by someone who doesn't have a hidden agenda. I choose to ignore all of the alarms sounding in my head, the ones telling me what happened when I tried this with Rebel. Striker might be Rebel's brother, but they are nothing alike. I don't know why I never saw it before but looking back I can't think of a time that Striker hasn't looked at me like I was his sun. He looks at me the way I
used to look at Rebel. Hell, he looks at me the way Rebel looks at Rumor and that scares the shit out of me, but right now, I am willing to see where the night will take us.
"Baby, you taste so motherfuckin' sweet, smell so damned good, skin so smooth." Striker kisses down my throat, my belly is pooling with heat. I feel like there is an animal magnetism taking over my body. I can't get close enough to him, the need to feel his skin against mine is driving me insane as I suck on his lip ring. I rub my fingers through his black hair and remove his glasses. I break our kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head. I never knew Striker was so cut. His muscles are so ripped. Guess I was too busy looking at Rebel all these years to notice. His working in the garage is certainly paying off. My hands roam his chest, doing some exploring of their own. I’m ready to shed all of my clothes and beg him to do things to me I have never wanted so intensely from another soul. I need his hands on me, his mouth. I need him inside of me now. I am like a fire that is burning out of control, and this man is the only thing that can extinguish the flames burning through my veins. My skin is so hot with desire.
"Take me to bed, Striker," I whisper in his ear. He looks at me as though he is waiting for me to change my mind. I never knew I could want someone so much. All of these feelings are coursing through me, feelings I never knew I felt for him. Feelings stronger than I have ever felt for anyone, not Lucky, not even Rebel, and definitely not Romeo. Tonight I need something good and pure. I don't want to think about the past, the present, or the future. Tonight nothing matters but right now and being here with him.
Once Striker realizes I am serious, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to his room. He lays me down on his black cotton sheets carefully. "Have I ever told you how breathtakingly beautiful you are, Baby? I swear nothing has ever been as beautiful as you are." He feathers kisses own my neck and back up again meeting my hungry lips with his.
"Shut up and kiss me." I don't need him to whisper sweet nothings, I just want to get lost in him and not have to think, I just want to feel his body pressed to mine.
"Baby, I want to do this right, I don't want to just fuck, you, you deserve to be made love to. I have loved you since we were kids. And I am going to give you what you deserve." What? Did he just say the l-word?
"You love me?" I look into his eyes, and I swear I have never seen Striker look so sure of anything before. And deep down in my heart of hearts, I know he wouldn't hurt me, he'd never lie about something like this. He has never told Aspen that he loves her, because I have heard her and Rumor talk about it.
"So much, never thought I'd get the chance to tell you...to show you..." Slowly, Striker peels the straps of my dress from my shoulders, placing feather light kisses along my shoulders. He pushes my dress down around my waist with ease. With a flick of his wrist, he has removed my strapless bra. Taking turns with each breast, he pays special attention to both, until he works his way down to my belly ring, sucking the metal between his teeth, then he travels further south to my most sensitive spot.
My knees are trembling. No one has ever kissed me there before. His greedy mouth is sucking and licking the wetness from pussy, as he moans, how sweet I taste. My fingers have a death grip on his hair, and I allow him to have complete control over me, over my body. "Touch yourself, Baby. Show me what you want me to do to you." My cheeks blush. Sure, I have touched myself before, but never in front of someone else. This whole experience with Striker is so erotic.
Striker's tongue delves into my liquid fire and he sucks on my clit, biting it with his teeth, with force, but it feels good. Too good. I feel like I could come apart at my seams at any moment. "Show me," he whispers hoarsely as he guides my hand slowly down my body. He starts by sweeping my hand over my breasts, using his fingers to direct mine. He pinches me softly before taking my rosy peak into his mouth, the metal of his lip ring brushes against my skin, sending tremors through my body. Our hands travel my torso until they reach my bundle of nerves, and he glides my fingers over my sensitive flesh. My hips buck instinctively. My pussy is throbbing, aching to feel his touch, the gentle caress of his mouth. I give in to what my body craves as I show him what I want him to do, delving his fingers and mine inside my tight center.
"Do you feel how wet you are—how responsive you are to my touch?"
He blows on my clit, before kissing his way back up to my mouth. I feel so desired as I moan into his mouth. His fingers brush a cross my cheek as he sweeps my hair from my face. He pushes his finger through my lips, wanting me to taste myself on him. It's so erotic, so sensual. With his chest pressed against mine, he is kissing me, making me feel like the only girl in the world to ever make him feel this way.
Striker pushes my knees apart with his before setting back on his calves. He runs his fingers down the length of my body, I am spread out and vulnerable as he traces every tattoo I have on my body with his tongue, as if he is tasting the ink of each one. He is holding my hands in place above my head keeping them pinned there as he settles between my legs. Slowly, he pushes the thickness of his cock into me, inch, by inch, allowing me to adjust to the size of him. "So fucking tight." A tear leaks from my eye as my body burns and stretches to accept him. "I'm sorry if this is hurting, but I promise it’ll feel good in a minute, but if you want me to stop I will. But please don't tell me to stop, you feel so good, so motherfuckin' tight, like a silk glove wrapped around me." He’s so big. I feel like I’m going to split in two.
"I don't want you to stop." I rise up thrusting my hips into him, so that he is fully seated inside me. My legs are wrapped around him, holding him tight against me as he begins pumping his length in and out, faster and faster, his pace quickens. His sweat is dripping down and trickling onto my skin, mixing with mine, and I never want to wash him from my body. I want to stay wrapped up in his arms forever and a day.
"Harder," I purr digging my nails into his back so deep, I am sure I have made marks. There is no need to tell him twice. He hooks my legs over his arms and drives into me harder than I thought possible, he slams into me repeatedly until I cry out his name, feeling as though I have shattered into thousands of tiny pieces, like a star bursting.
Striker spills his passion inside of me and we lay here with ragged breathing, entwined with one another, unspeaking, unable to put into words what we just shared.
"I never thought anyone could ever make me the way you just did," I admit, noticing a change in Striker as he looks at me. "What's the matter, did I say something wrong?"
"No, you were perfect, you’re flawless." He kisses my cheek and leads me into the shower. Striker is so sweet to me, taking his time washing me with care. After we share a shower, he wraps me in a fluffy towel and spoons me in his bed until I fall asleep. As my eyes flutter shut, I cannot help but think that this should have been my first time. But I am hoping there are many more nights just like this one to come.
Chapter 12
Rebel
Banging on my brother's apartment door bright and early, I notice it is taking him forever to get to the damn thing and let me in. He has never been much of an early riser. "Open up, motherfucker, we gotta have breakfast with Mom before we hit the road." I bang my fist on the door once more.
Finally, Striker opens the door looking like he just went to bed. "Damn, brother. Thought I was going to have to break the door down. Wake yo ass up, we got shit to do. Hope you have your shit packed." Striker fumbles his way into the kitchen, and I see baby brother has been busy. Scratches down his back. His hair is sticking up in every direction. "Looks like Aspen road your ass hard last night." He doesn't confirm or deny it. He must have had a wild time last night as I look around the evidence of his good time. There are empty beer bottles and stems lying on the coffee table.
Striker picks a shirt up off the floor and slides it over his head.
"Fuucck, you aren't even packed yet, are you? Too busy getting those nuts off last night. Yo, Aspen, come on wake up, no sleep for the wicked if ye want to see your man off."<
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Panic washes over my brother's face. "Keep your fucking voice down," he grits through his teeth pushing me into the wall.
"Easy, brother. You could have told me you have some strange, fuck. So who is it, which whore you, bring home?" I punch him the stomach and hand him a cup of coffee.
"No one you'd know." He pulls some shorts from the bathroom floor over his boxers. I don't believe the cocksucker, but we don't have time to dick around, so I leave him to kick his guest out so we can go get our grub on. I'm fucking starved out. I stayed up half the night talking to Rumor, making sure she had all of my information and talking about this shit with Rush. I had to tell her the rest of the story, about how Rush thinks Baby is his daughter. She knows to keep an eye on Baby and to try to keep her around home as long as she can. They are safe as long as they are on our grounds. She asked Grim if Baby could go to Chicago with her to help her get settled but the old man was set dead against it.
Trouble pulls up to meet us, he is following us up in his car with our bags, since we don't know how long we will be in the windy city.
"Where’s Striker?"
"Slow ass motherfucker is up there kissing his strange bye."
Trouble raises a curious brow and smiles with a laugh. "Don't ask me, he wouldn't tell me."
"Must have got him a butterface bitch, everything looks good but her face." Trouble laughs.
"How about you, who'd you, take home last night?" I light up a smoke and toss Trouble his lighter back.
"Fuck if I know. Some bitch that needs to know how to do less talking and more sucking." I laugh being choked in the middle of inhaling a drag off my cigarette. The kid is alright. He is going to be fun once we get to Chicago.
Striker comes rushing down the stairs looking pissed. "Would you two shut the fuck up, I can hear ya'll all the way upstairs." He has his glasses on and looks somewhat awake. "Well what are you two pussy footing around for let's go eat, I'm motherfuckin' hungry." I shrug my shoulders at Trouble as he gets in his car to follow us over to Mom’s for breakfast. My brother is never this protective over an easy lay, I would question him further, but we are running behind.
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