Twisted Hearts

by Keta Kendric

  We’d driven over seventy miles away from the woods where Aaron and I had left seven dead bodies and a blown-up vehicle. His shirt was soaked through with blood, enough that I’d had to cut him out of it. It wasn’t until I’d started cutting his shirt away that the rusted scent of blood made its way up my nose and rested at the back of my throat.

  During the seventy-mile drive, he’d not once complained about bleeding or pain and seemed more concerned about how I was doing than about his own health. The cheap motel we’d decided on contained rooms that faced woodland. This allowed us to park around the back of the building, which hid Aaron’s damaged and now suspect vehicle.

  I used the old rusted hot plate and a small metal pot to boil water. The bubbling liquid from the steaming pot competed with the sound of the clunking air-conditioning unit, filling the stale air of the motel with its own harmony.

  When a knock sounded at the door, Aaron had a weapon in his hand within seconds. His finger didn’t ease away from the trigger until he heard the person announce, “Front desk.”

  I’d called down to the front desk and listened to the attendant grumble about having to bring us extra towels.

  Aaron pointed me to a hiding spot behind the bed before he shoved the pistol down the back of his pants. My body remained hidden, but I couldn’t help peeking above the lumpy mattress to see if it truly was the front desk.

  When Aaron answered the door shirtless, the man’s face went from sour to sunshine and sprinkles in seconds. His eyes lustfully traveled the expanse of Aaron’s tempting body.

  My first smile came at the sight of Aaron jerking the towels from the man’s grasp and slamming the door in his smiling face.

  Aaron didn’t get the full gist of how much attention he could pull. When we were at any public place, smiles came easy, chests poked out further, and he was offered help when he didn’t even need it. My smile deepened, now that I saw that not even men were immune to him.

  The tattoos, the hair, his strong fit body, and those piercing, blue eyes could probably get him just about anything he wanted. Aaron had everything he needed to turn the most disciplined head, and I wasn’t sure he realized it.

  The motel’s half-empty first aid kit contained items that looked older than Aaron’s twenty-seven and my twenty-four years combined. I poured some of the boiling water over the needle to sterilize it and wasn’t entirely sure the old thread would knit Aaron’s skin back together.

  God, this man could take a lot of pain. He continued to make calls of warning to MC members as he directed me on how to clean and sew up his wound. Repeatedly shoving a tiny sliver of metal through human skin was more difficult than doctors made it look.

  My hand shook less with each passage of the needle through Aaron’s skin, but my thumb had gone numb from how hard I’d had to push to break through his flesh. Aaron was calm enough for the both of us because I didn’t relax until the last stitch.

  “Done,” I called, relieved that it was over.

  When I turned to walk away to discard the trash and put up the supplies, Aaron gripped my wrist. He didn’t have to utter a word to me. The firm grip of his fingers around my wrist and the glint of lust in his eyes expressed more than words ever could. He swiped his phone off in the middle of someone talking.

  My smile beamed down on him as I dropped the supplies on the rickety table next to us. I stepped between his splayed legs before I leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his lips. His hands raced up both sides of my body before my lips skimmed over his prickly jaw and sat on top of his ear.

  “Let’s shower first,” I suggested, knowing damn well what showering with him was going to do. I glanced casually back at him as I headed towards the bathroom, putting a little extra sway in my hips.

  28 Megan

  Once in the bathroom, I drew back the shower curtain and paused my actions when Aaron entered the bathroom after me. I waited until he was close enough for his warm breath to touch my face.

  “You know, Aaron, thinking about you firing that grenade launcher has my pussy getting wetter by the second.”

  My comment made his smile grow wider. What the hell was wrong with me? My libido was out of control. I had no off switch when it came to Aaron. The fact that he had a body that called to my every desire and a dick that could fill many women’s fantasies added fuel to my amped-up desires.

  Aaron didn’t comment. He stepped into my personal space and bent slightly, lifting me. Automatically, my legs wrapped around his waist. The stitches I’d haphazardly sewn into his side came to mind, but Aaron didn’t give a damn about those stitches. He reached down and filled both his hands with my ass. My legs drew tighter around his waist until I was able to cross them at his lower back.

  “You’re going to bust your low budget stitches,” I warned before smiling playfully at him.

  He took my bottom lip first, sucking on it. A greedy kiss followed as he walked us closer to the shower. He reached and twisted the shower knob without pulling his lips away from mine, turning the water on.

  He waited for the water to warm, with me wrapped around him. His hands never stopped roaming my body, and in response, my hands roved freely over his strong chiseled chest and back.

  I’d seen multicolored bruises on his arms, chest, and back, but like that stab wound, he didn’t care. By the time steam misted from the shower, Aaron had steam rolling off my body.

  We hurriedly tore off the rest of our clothes and allowed the warm water to wash our sins down the drain. I took my time scrubbing Aaron clean, and he had no problem allowing me to linger in the places I thought were the dirtiest. By the time I finished my cleaning, his dick was as stiff as the pipes spilling water on us.

  Aaron ignored his obvious need and returned the favor. Strong hands washed me with slow soapy strokes that cleaned and massaged me at the same time. Our need grew more intense with each swipe of his hand over my body. When his hand reached my warm, gushy center, his fingers slid over and inside me, making my lips fall apart as my response remained caught in my throat.

  My eyes lingered on his straight white teeth as they sank into his tempting pink lips. The haze of his desire darkened, and his gaze loitered on mine while his fingers worked me into frenzy. Next thing I knew, he lifted my semi-soapy body before backing me under the water to rinse me off.

  Warm water beat against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the man standing between my parted legs. I gripped the back of his neck and one of his bulging biceps. My eyes didn’t dare drop away from his until he filled me to the hilt, and I was forced to close them.

  “Oh God. Aaron,” I hissed out as my wet body shivered with pleasure.

  It hadn’t been a full day since we’d been together, but it seemed like weeks had passed. After the first thrust, he paused, savoring the delectable excitement that took our breaths and united us in a way that no one else would understand.

  He backed out and heaved his dick back inside my pussy, repeating the action until I forgot about the shootout in the woods, the blown-up vehicle, or that anyone had even been aiming to kill us.

  God. This man had complete possession of my mind and body. He took my mind to places it had never been, made my body come alive with sensations that I never knew existed, and could make me forget about the world outside and concentrate only on us.

  After we managed to dry off our shaky post-orgasmic bodies, we stumbled to the lumpy bed and fell in, giggling about our inability to get enough of each other once we got started. It didn’t take long for one of Aaron’s strong hands to wrap around my ankle and for me to be dragged into position.

  Neither of us cared what position we ended up in, as long as we were fucking the hell out of each other. I straddled his lap, my pussy dripping wet even after the wet episode in the shower. His hard dick dug into my stomach, its warm, velvety texture against my skin made its presence known.

  I sprinkled kisses all over Aaron’s face before I covered his lips with mine and searched for his tongue. Our to
ngues mated, sliding up and down and over and under as we feasted on each other. The bags of food he’d taken out of the back of his truck bed were forgotten along with the duffle he dragged out of his truck. He said the duffle contained a fresh change of clothes. Although he hadn’t mentioned it, I was sure the duffle also contained more guns.

  I’d been hungry before we showered. However, once Aaron got his hands on me, I couldn’t remember and didn’t care about food or anything other than what he was doing to my body.

  “Now, Megan. I need to be back inside you, now,” he demanded.

  I raised my lower body but kept my lips on his before reaching my hand between us to guide the tip of his plump dick head to my slick opening. I slid down, spreading myself to accommodate his impressive length and magnificent girth. Every time I was sure his dick wouldn’t all go, but I greedily forced it inside, wanting him as deep as my body would allow.

  A deep sigh flew past my parted lips and breezed through the blond locks of his hair, still wet. I slid up and down his glorious dick but knew I wouldn’t enjoy the ride for long. He’d revealed in the heat of one of our episodes that I could make him cum in a minute flat if he let me ride him like that.

  Just as I was thinking it and only after a few long strides, he gripped my ass with gritted teeth. “You’re killing me, Megan, I can’t take it. Jesus.” With my ass palmed in his hands, he assisted in controlling my movement, which I didn’t mind. His penetrating upward thrust had my eyes rolling in my head.

  He knew what my body needed better than I did and he sent wave after lustful wave of intoxicating levels of pleasure up my pussy that fanned out and spread all over my body.

  He had me teetering on the edge of going mad. Pleasure seeped down to my bones, which were threatening to slide clean out of my body. I couldn’t breathe or think. He’d fucked every reasonable sense clean out of my head. I couldn’t even kiss him right.

  My head dropped, and my teeth sank into the taut flesh of his warm shoulder. Over the course of our affair, I’d decorated him in bite marks, scratches, and even bruises where I’d sucked his skin too hard. He didn’t seem to mind, and I couldn’t control myself when he made me go out of my head with overwhelming pleasure.

  He moaned loudly in my ear, and I didn’t know if it was because of my bite or his own pleasure. His heavy breathing joined the sparks of desire that peppered my hot, trembling flesh. My tits bobbed up and down and rubbed against the soft hairs that dusted his chest. He stretched my walls to the max, making me take him in balls deep. The start of my demise flashed like lightning in my belly before it rose and fell and it filled me up from the bottom of my feet to the tips of my hair follicles.

  My fingers flexed, tangled in Aaron’s hair, gripping a patch at the back of his skull. My nails raked across his scalp before I fisted another handful.

  “Aaron! Aaron!” I couldn’t stop repeating his name. His magic dick had my brain stuck on that one word until I came undone and embraced the sweet, delicious end. The glory took me and dragged me all the way under and out and over.

  By the time my mind reattached itself to my brain, Aaron’s face was buried in my neck. “God. You feel so fucking good.” His dick jerked inside me as he unloaded his hot fluid and shuddered against my body, his mind as gone as mine.

  Once we overcame our temporary state of orgasmic insanity, our breathing beat out against the nagging groan of the air-conditioning unit and the stale air inside the room was beaten down by our heated sexual aroma.

  My heart hammered and when Aaron squeezed me tightly against his chest, I noticed his heart thudding as hard as mine.

  When I thought our connection had gone as deep as it was going to go, it went further. When he lifted his face and glared into my eyes, I was helpless to drop my gaze away from his. I’d gotten trapped in the emotion that the look emitted. The incessant pounding that threatened to blow up my heart shook my body with small tremors.

  This was a different level of need that charged through my body and coated every part of me down to the cellular level. Every inch of my body ached to kiss him, to explore this connection further, but I was afraid. This was that charming monster that had grabbed me the day before I’d left Aaron. Leaving him had proven to be one of the most difficult decisions I’d ever had to make.

  I’d tackled this emotional monster again after Aaron tracked me down. I struggled with it the day he’d found a way to coax me out of my muted mental state and told me he loved me. I’d assumed he said those words to pull me back from the darkness I had descended into, but it was only now that I knew he meant what he’d said.

  We’d never expressed what we were to each other. We’d never defined our relationship. I’d never spoken those sacred words back to Aaron, but I couldn’t deny what was staring me in the face. I couldn’t deny what I felt in every cell of my body. The way his eyes roved over me now. The softness that lingered in his gaze. The tender kisses that had started to blossom between us. Even his touch had softened, mostly only at the beginning and end of our episodes, but it was still a touch that hadn’t been there before.

  The unmistakable brushes of intimacy that seemed to be knotting us closer together with each passing moment baffled me. We were building a bond so strong that I didn’t know if I could walk away from him again when I knew I didn’t have any other choice.

  We weren’t just in lust anymore. We weren’t just fucking anymore. We were in something that I didn’t want to face. We were face to face with a beast that had the power to destroy not only us but the world in which we knew it. Something that could open our twisted hearts and make us weak when strength was the only way to secure our survival. Something that I believed would make Aaron take on whoever was coming after me, no matter how dangerous, how deadly, or how many.

  I couldn’t let Aaron get killed because of me. I couldn’t let him sacrifice whatever time he had left on this planet for me. My brain had shut down after I thought he’d killed my friends, Laura and Beverly. I couldn’t imagine what would happen to my mind if he were killed because of me.

  Aaron didn’t care about which one of us these people were after. I was starting to believe he was going to fight them no matter what. I knew the storm that brewed, and it was meant for me and me alone.

  I didn’t know how I’d done it. I had no idea how I managed to muddle through the currents that had tugged me so deeply under, but I dropped my gaze away from his and slid from Aaron’s lap.

  I had never been so afraid of anything in my life as I was of Aaron when this powerful unseen force between us gripped me. I’d rather face the men hunting me. I’d rather face that creature that crawled on my leg in the dark woods. I was less afraid of standing in front of a moving train, than facing Aaron when those powerful uncontrolled emotions showed up and made me feel things that weren’t supposed to exist within me for a man I was not supposed to have.

  After jumping off his lap like it had been set ablaze, I crawled to the edge of the bed and cradled my shivering body into a tight ball until Aaron’s warmth wrapped around me.

  “Come here. You’re freezing.”

  I scooted back into his warm embrace, but I couldn’t face him, not right now. He pulled the covers over us before resting his face in the crook of my neck. The tender peck he placed on my neck kept the beast nipping at my heart.

  “Good night,” he said, too sweet to fit his personality.

  “Good night,” I whispered, still shivering and not because I was cold.

  29 Megan

  Aaron was out. His steady warm breath flowed against my neck and kept a few loose strands of my hair flapping against my cheek. I couldn’t find sleep as easily as he could, not even after two rounds of the most mind-blowing sex between us yet.

  His sex usually knocked me out, but not this night. We’d killed seven people today, and I’d stitched up Aaron’s side from a knife wound. The vivid memories of violence weren’t what kept sleep at bay. I could handle death. What I couldn’t handle was what was
brewing between Aaron and me. I laid there, wide awake because my mind was consumed with my feelings for him.

  However, the ravaging images of my past would show up and rip away any shred of happiness I allowed myself to feel.

  Also, that heart-stealing emotion-inducing beast that lingered between me and Aaron had a death grip on my mind and refused to let go. My twisted heart beat to a new rhythm, one that was an imprint of my connection to his. Aaron didn’t call attention to it, but I knew that he felt it too.

  This new monster demanded respect. It demanded that I glance deeper than the surface. It demanded your whole heart and delved into your deepest fears and greatest happiness. If you refused any of its demands, it dug in deeper, snatching the little bit of control you thought you had. The knowledge that something like this could exist between Aaron and me was the very reason why I had no other choice but to get away from him.

  I turned my body, only slightly disrupting the hold Aaron had around my waist. He must have been worn out because he didn’t move an inch when I turned to face him. He wasn’t a snorer, but he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath.

  He had no idea how often I stalked him while he slept. A smile always came to my face when I observed him unconscious and in another world. I wanted to know what he dreamed about. Peace always settled over his sleeping form, no doubt an escape from the not-so-peaceful life he lived.

  We’d been too distracted with each other to turn off the lamp, so a dim glow lit my view of Aaron’s peaceful face. I ran my hand along his beautifully tattooed body, his tight abs, and muscular arms. I placed a delicate hand over the stitches that marred the smooth skin of his side before leaning up to kiss his warm, soft lips.