by Demi Vice
“Jack, please we really need to go,” Ahri begged, but her hips ground into my cock, begging me to push my ten inches inside of her.
“No, we don’t. I’m not done with you,” I gritted, biting her bottom lip. The raging animal inside begging to breed Ahri. “I want my Baby-Jacks.”
“You’ll have them. I promise, but we need to go.” Ahri’s words weren’t in the same game as her hands or hips. She guided my cock to her wet slit, as I pushed inside of her and watched her eyes flicker with each inch she took in.
“Tell me again. We need to what?” I chuckled.
“We need to hurry and leave,” she moaned.
I kneeled, placing Ahri’s ankles on my shoulders. Gripping her hips tight, I fucked her raw and hard just the way she loved it. Her small perfect tits bounced, one red from my bites and the other lacking my affection, remaining pink. I slapped her non-red tit and watched Ahri’s eyes explode.
“Again,” she begged.
I fucked her hard and wild with everything I had, filling the room with bed squeaks, Ahri’s multiple orgasm moans, and my animal growls. I flipped her over on her stomach, slapped her ass. She winced. It hurt. I knew it did, but sometimes I loved to hear Ahri cry.
“Tell me who you belong to, Ahrianna.” I slapped her ass again and gave her a deep thrust. Ahri pulled all the covers toward her, trying to run away from me. I just pressed her down on the bed.
“Jack!” She screamed into the covers.
I gave her another deep thrust. It must have felt like I was splitting her in half when she cried my name with nothing but pure devotion and raw love.
“Jack! I belong to Jack!” Ahri bit the covers and turned her head. Her eye makeup she had worked so hard on. Ruined.
Ahri can fix it in the car, I thought.
I fucked her deeper and deeper as Ahri pulled on the covers and screamed my name.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I growled.
I dropped my hands next to her head, my hair falling in my face and full of sweat like my body. I fucked Ahri faster and faster not giving her time to respond. With each violent thrust, I got closer and closer.
“I want your babies, Jack!” Ahri shouted so loud the neighbors in a mile radius knew what Ahri desired.
Ahri let one beautiful tear gloss her cheek as she let out one last orgasm. Ahri’s cunt had me in a death grip, begging for my cum. I filled her deep and long, giving her my all, and marking her as my own.
My heart bruised my ribs as I took in a deep inhale. Ahri stayed still, moaning and sucking my finger as her eyes never left mine. She smiled with my finger in her mouth and wiggled her ass. I was captivated by her dimple. The perfect crater in the moon, and her eyes as black as night. She was my universe.
“Will you marry me?” I kissed Ahri’s back.
“Nope,” she said with no mercy.
Well, fuck.
That’s forty-seven: nopes. One: maybe. Zero: yeses. All in the past month after we had sex. I did officially propose, twice, with the rose petals on the bed and a home cooked dinner I slaved over for hours.
Stubborn little pixie.
“Why don’t you love me?” I faked cried, dropping my whole body on top of her. I crushed Ahri under my weight, making it harder for her to breathe, but I didn’t move.
“Because I have a dream. I want my job. Not to mention, I want a real proposal. With a ring and mini-speech.” She struggled for air, trying to push me off.
I sighed into Ahri’s hair. “Bullshit. I already did that twice. Why don’t you love me enough to marry me?” I whined like a spoiled child and rolled off.
My guilt trips never worked with Ahri. She was my stubborn little pain in the ass. I knew she loved me with all she had, but she wanted to get her job. She wanted it before she agreed to marry me, and I adored that. I loved that she had goals and dreams. I just wished they didn’t interfere with mine.
“I love you, and I’ll kill for you, Jack,” Ahri said, kissing my pouty lips.
“I know, but you’re killing me.”
Ahri winked and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I patted my body down with a towel and put on some cologne. I picked out a whole new outfit. Same shit. Black Italian clothes. Except now, I wore color…underneath. I had hot pink briefs and a pair of striped blue and yellow socks that Ahri picked out for me.
It made her happy, especially when we got home, and I stripped into my home clothes; briefs and socks. Lazily, I styled my hair back and checked myself out in the closet mirror. I winked at my reflection and clicked my teeth before I left. Ahri was still taking her mini-shower, and I didn’t rush her. We had time. I moved toward the foyer where I had all my things ready. My film camera, phone, and wallet.
My apartment looked like a haunted house. Halloween, my all-time favorite holiday, was only a week away. And I went all fucking out. I’m talking about the fake spider webs and bats on the ceiling and walls, robotic ghosts that wiggled and boo’ed, and animal and human skulls and skeletons around the house. And my favorite, the pop-up vampire that came out of his coffin.
It freaked out the Bayne twins when they came over. Savannah, or as I liked it call her now, Savvy, never got scared. She flinched the first time, but after that she walked past it with a smile on her face. Sebastian, Bash, on the other hand, cried and almost pissed his pants the first time the vampire popped out. After that, he didn’t get scared. He just tried to fight it by pushing and kicking it. When Bash thought he won the ‘fight,’ he joined his sister, pulling spider webs off the wall.
I was really into my holidays.
Although, in my mind, only two existed. Halloween and Christmas. Jack-o-lantern for Halloween. Jack Frost for Christmas.
I couldn’t wait to set up my winter wonderland. My place was going to make Santa’s workshop look like shit in comparison.
Sixteen-foot-tall tree in the entrance and smaller trees in each room. Fake snow all over the apartment while real snow coated Chicago. A train set with real smoke under the tree to play with. And the presents? Too many to count. It’ll look like I’m trying to protect the main Christmas tree with a fortress of gifts.
I’d never had a huge Christmas, but this year would be different.
When my apartment wasn't drenched in the holiday spirit. It was its standard black and white (until Ahri gave me what I wanted, and I would let her add some color). I added some more furniture and picture frames on the wall. Some from the past, Mama Baronski or Link, but most of Ahri and me.
I had our portraits above our bed. I was smiling, and Ahri was, well, not. Sexy resting bitch face all the way. I begged with all my heart to have a photo of her face (one where her eyes weren’t closed), and finally, she caved. She was getting better at being behind the camera, but she’ll forever be a little camera shy.
Ahri ran toward me dressed in a pair of light, ripped mom jeans that fit her better around the legs, and a plain baby blue shirt that fit tightly across her breasts. The real attention grabber to her outfit was the baggy windbreaker jacket. Straight out of the 80’s. Neon blue, pink, and purple. It would’ve blinded me if I saw it in direct sunlight. Luckily, it was eight at night which meant I could keep my eyesight.
“Let’s go!” Ahri said with a huge smile.
Fingers crossed that she gets the job, so I could finally marry her.
AHRI
I got an odd job interview.
It’s at night. It’s at one of the owner’s houses. And the job didn’t start until next year, which, in my case was perfect. Jack, of course, did not like the first two reasons. He came with me as my bodyguard, aka, protective boyfriend.
I got a few details about the brewery company. The biggest shocker being that there wouldn’t even be a company to interview for if it weren’t for Jack. Yep, without Jack buying the last of Insert Name Here Brewery beer, I wouldn’t have this interview. On top of Jack being overprotective, he wanted to be praised like a king for making their dreams come true.
I ta
lked with the Frenchman, Marcel, on the phone. Our conversation had been short and straightforward. He gave me a small description of the brewpub they wanted to build then told me where to go and what to bring with me. Marcel didn't talk much about the pay, but it’s not like I needed the money.
I wanted a job to fill my empty hours. I told myself I wouldn’t say, ‘yes’ to Jack until I did exactly that. As much as it killed me each time I said, ‘no’ I wanted my small dream to come true before all of Jack’s came true. Unlike Jack, I didn’t want the retired life, not yet at least. The jump from having only a few hours of sleep or no sleep at all to then having room for hobbies—plural—was drastic. I needed to ease into this life, and for now, I wanted my tap handles, the smell of booze that reminded me of Diablo’s, and somewhere to go part-time.
Because there were only so many hours I could run on the treadmill while Jack lifted his weights. Or so many hours I could put into finding good music or painting until I burned out. Or so many hours I could play with the Bayne twins when Jack brought them over. Turns out Jack’s glorified babysitter job was also part-time job after I had a nice one-on-one with Emilio. He liked me the second he saw me step into his hotel because I’d got a small Rocky vibe. Rocky being his wife.
As much as I loved all my new hours, I got lonely and bored. I loved my life, don’t get me wrong, I do. I loved the time I spent with Jack, but the problem was when he wasn't around. When he was off with Emilio or when he was out looking for Link.
I played with the volume button of my phone while we drove into the north side of Golden Ridge. The houses got more extensive and more secluded behind their large gates with each block we passed. I looked at the time, five minutes to spare, thanks to Jack speeding to get me there on time.
I slapped my phone on my resume in frustration. Hopefully, this interview wasn't going to be a waste of time. I had been to three interviews last week alone, and they all followed the same copy-and-paste bullshit questionnaire they must’ve gotten online. Rich bars tended to do it by the book while I got my job at Diablo’s purely because I was the only one who knew how to pour a pint of beer with no foam. Bonus, I was the only one who had tits. Small, sure, but mighty when getting tips.
The second I stepped into each interview, I got weird looks. I didn’t make the best first impression with my wardrobe or personality. I’m not going to lie and say I did. Jack calls me an acquired taste, I agree. Not to mention, the second they found out about my criminal record they became cold and disinterested, stopping the interview almost immediately.
You have arrived at your destination.
“Holy shit.” I gasped as we pulled into a driveway and stopped at the black metal gate. “Are you sure you don’t have another secret life, Jack? One where you own a mansion in Golden Ridge.” I giggled.
The massive yard of the enormous Victorian-styled mansion was covered in Halloween decorations. Fake tombstones, a skeleton horse pulling a carriage, witches stirring in a cauldron, ghosts hanging from the trees, and so much more.
“Not that I know of.” Jack’s jaw dropped open. “Seems like my kind of guy. Whose house is this?”
“Marcel’s? I think? Or maybe the other guy, Jay? Marcel didn’t really say. He just gave me the address.”
Jack nodded dumbly.
We got buzzed in a few seconds later and drove down the long ‘S’ shaped driveway until we parked in front of the mansion. As I walked up to the front door, Jack explored some of the Halloween decorations around us and began to document them with his camera.
Before I could ring the doorbell, a middle-aged woman swung the door open. “Valor residence, how may I help you?” The woman spoke in a thick English accent.
“Hi, I’m Ahri, Ahrianna Lore, and this is Jack. I’m here for the interview.”
“Beverly.” She introduced herself, stepping to the side to let us in. “I was told there would only be one guest.”
“I’m Ahri’s boyfriend, escort, bodyguard, etcetera,” Jack mindlessly explained as he walked around the large foyer of the mansion, checking out the place.
The dark-colored hardwood stairs in front of us split in two, and it was decorated with spider webs, fake crows, and skulls. The inside of the mansion looked exactly like ours, possibly even more decked out. Whoever this house belonged to was just as hardcore in love with Halloween as Jack. Perhaps even more.
“Very well. Follow me,” she hummed, shuffling away. Jack and I kept our distance behind Beverly.
“You’re going to ask them if they know Link, aren't you?” I whispered.
“Is that even a question?” Jack smirked.
No.
We followed the woman into the living room where Jack and I took a seat on the ‘L’ shaped couch. There were two single chairs in front of us and a large coffee table in the middle with two different beers on the table. One pure black, Grim, the other a golden color. Seemed like my kind of beer, but I wasn't in the mood.
“Why don’t you make yourselves at home while I grab the boys.” Beverly spoke on her way out.
Jack took Beverly’s words to heart. He kicked off his boots, placed his camera on the table, and grabbed the Grim glass before he lounged on the couch with his feet up on the table. Jack pulled me close, and like always, my heart rushed while my body was engulfed by butterflies. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes filled me with bliss and peace. To me, that was the scent of salvation.
“Are you trying to get us kicked out before we even meet the guys?” My gaze was dry, but my eyes were full of devotion.
“Hey, if you tell Jack, ‘make yourself at home,’ he’s going to do exactly that.” He sipped the beer and moaned. “You know what you got yourself into, baby girl.” He shot me a cocky wink.
“Last time I checked, I didn't have a choice, right?” I smirked, cheeks all red.
Jack laughed, pulling me closer for a kiss. His arm hugged my neck as I clenched my resume tightly. I was a little nervous, my stomach turning and swirling around like a tide pool. We waited for what felt like an hour, but in reality, was only five minutes before two men entered the room.
Marcel was tall, no taller than Jack, but larger in build. His skin was porcelain, his hair and beard dark brown and fashionably styled, and his eyes were electric blue. Shockingly blue, as if someone had played with the saturation in photoshop.
Jay looked like the bartender at the club had described, ‘a mutt who got all the continents in his blood.’ He had thick, curly chocolate brown hair, rich mixed skin, and lime green eyes. Like Jack, he was the same lean build, but around the same height as Marcel.
While Jay dressed more laid back in black joggers, a white Nike shirt, and red Jordans, Marcel dressed casually in a dark grey henley shirt, fitted jeans, and a pair of brown leather sneakers.
Marcel was the nice one, shaking our hands while Jay didn’t. He took his eyes off his phone for just a second, eyed Jack and me down, and let out a single laugh that rubbed me the wrong way. “You guys took a detour in the 90’s and the punk movement?”
Well, fuck you too.
“Yeah, something like that.” My voice, callous and bitter, matching Jay’s.
I handed Marcel my resume, but he didn’t look at it. He watched Jack lounging on the couch, comfortable as ever with me by his side and a beer in his hand.
“So, you like it?” Marcel smiled, eyebrows up high with glee.
“Love it.” Jack took a long sip. He was trying to savor the taste this time but knew it was taking all his willpower not to inhale it. “Grim, right?”
“You’ve had it?” Marcel’s accent became thicker with excitement.
“A little over a month ago when I was at Gem. I got the last pint.” Jack smirked, ready to be praised.
Jay got off his phone, interested in the conversation, but said nothing.
“Woah, so you already know that we’re going forward with the brewing slash brewpub company because we sold out of the beer that night.” Marcel huffed in disbelief tha
t it was Jack who had bought the last beer.
“I know, and you can thank me by giving my girl a job.” Jack let out a full grin, but his eyes were screaming: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE THIS WOMAN THE FUCKING JOB!
“Unfortunately, that’s not up to Jay or me.” Marcel rubbed the nape of his neck.
Jack and I simultaneously tilted our heads to the side.
“Then who’s it up too?” I wondered. “Isn’t it just you guys?”
Jay said, “Nah. There’re three of us. Marcel, Lev, and myself. Lev determines who gets in the company or not. He owns majority of the shares, and he’s kind of a picky bastard when it comes to the people he allows in his life. Always has been. One of the biggest reasons Lev liked you, Ahri, was because he couldn't find shit on you online. Lev loves keeping his personal and private life where it belongs. Same goes for the both of us.”
“Smart.” Jack huffed a laugh, taking another sip.
“So…when am I going to meet Lev?” I narrowed my eyes at the two men who were making this interview seem more like a casual hangout, which honestly, I didn’t mind.
Jay checked his phone. “…five-ish minutes? Dumbass forgot what time you were coming, so he took a shower.”
“Professional.” Jack chuckled, and I smiled since that was precisely what I was thinking.
“Extremely.” Marcel snickered. “We had enough professionalism at our last jobs. We’re trying to go a new route.”
“What’d you do before?” I asked.
Jay put his phone away before he answered. “I was a hotshot architect at some cookie cutter million-dollar firm in the Loop. Marcel here, was a chemistry professor at the fancy schmancy university nearby. And Lev was once a pretty shitty lawyer until he decided it was time for a change before he went insane. So, here we are, three friends from high school making beer.”
“Whose house is this?” Jack spoke to the house as he took in the Halloween vibe. “Obsessed with Halloween, don’t you think?”