Wench With Wings

by Cassidy, Rose D.

  “Hey?”

  “Okay.” I can love you.

  “Okay?” You will love me?

  “Yeah.” I will love you.

  “Yeah?” Are you sure?

  She nodded. She was sure. He pulls away and walks around the bar, latching around her waist and bringing her up against him. She folded her arms around his shoulders and sunk her face into his neck and held on tight. After a few minutes past he pulled away and gripped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. He needed one last thing. “I love you, Treasack Sirona.”

  “I love you, Ayden James.”

  They saw the truth in each other’s eyes and he pulled her in and kissed her again, showing her more of his love as she did him. He wrapped her shoulders in his arms and pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him as close as they could get. He whispered, “Will you stay until I get off, I don’t want you out of my sight, then I want to bring you home and show you just how much I love you.” She nodded against his chest and he let go to grab her hand and lead her to the end stool at the bar. He kissed her than went back to work, but every second that he got he was glancing at her or going to kiss her as if she would disappear if he did not. No words between them were spoke not even on the walk back to her place; none were needed, they said everything they wanted to say with their eyes.

  They went through the back door still in silence and still latched onto one another even as they walked up the stairs and into her room. They stopped at the edge of her bed and he turned her to face him, staring at her for a good long minuet before he kissed her. He pulled her shirt off slowly kissing every inch of her neck and shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her back only stopping to tuck her hair back and kiss her lips again and again. She pulled his shirt from him and mocked everything he did. Stopping only to gaze in his eyes and tell him she loved him again and again. He removed her bra letting it slowly slide from her as he leaned back to look at her, “Beautiful,” he whispered as he grazed his thumbs over her already taunt perfection. He gently laid her back with her legs hung over the edge and knelt down in between them, kissed along her stomach as he slid her pants off, kissing down her inner thigh all the way to the bottom of her foot then to the next and back up. “Mine?” He breathed over her sex as he nudged her clit in question.

  On a moan she answered, “Yes, yours.” And he kissed her gently than glided his tongue from her entrance to her clit and kissed again.

  “You’re so wet, so ready for me. Goddess, it’s sexy.” He slid his pants off as he kissed, licked and growled as she moaned. He stood taking her beauty in as she slid up the bed and he prowled to her. He kissed her lips and whispered along them, “Mine?” He asked again as he ran his tongue along her seam to get her to answer.

  “Yes, yours.” She pressed her lips to his again. He kissed along her jaw, down her neck and above her breast and whispered again, “Mine? Your heart, is that mine?” He asked holding his breath while kissing, covering the tattoo of her name.

  “Yes, it’s yours. My heart is yours. It belongs to you Ayden James.” She warranted him as she ran her hand through his hair and he looked into her eyes to see the truth. “I love you.”

  “And I love you, Treasack Sirona.”

  She brought his lips to hers as he covered her body with his, edging at her entrance for permission, she gave it as she lifted herself to him and let him enter, he slid in closer, deeper. As close as they could get to each other, their faces buried in their necks, arms around each other holding as tight as they can. Then whispered as he moved with her, “Your mine, Trey and I’m never letting you go. You will never want to throw me away, never. Tell me never, Trey.”

  “Never, Ayden. Never. My one and only souvenir. I’ll keep you forever, just don’t let me lose you, please. I don’t ever want to lose you,” she moaned as he made the sweetest love to her.

  “I won’t let you. No matter what you do, I won’t let you lose me. Your mine, I’m yours;” a toy broken without both pieces. They have to stay together to work; to play. It’s the only way. They became one; fused together. They slowly, gently made love to each other. Their ecstasy of love creating the best erotically love induced orgasm, coming as one; they became one.

  A true reality; complete need of one another to work properly. To love.

  ***

  Chapter Seventeen:

  His Fight, Her Fight

  Her change in breath caused his heart to skip a few beats, his breath to catch, his body to tense and his grip to tighten. He didn’t want her awake, didn’t want her to throw him away for the day. He wanted to stay just as they lay; her head on his chest, his buried in her neck, their arms around each other, their legs intertwined together, laying on their sides, facing each other as close as they could to one another.

  She tightened her hold on him feeling his worry. “You’ll stay, we’ll stay in bed together all day. I don’t want this to stop, I don’t want it to end,” She assured him.

  He smiled and kissed her neck, breathing her scent in deep. “Neither do I. Can’t we stay just like this until were gone from this world?”

  “We’ll starve to death,” she joked.

  “I’ll starve to death without your touch, it’s the sweetest I’ve ever had. Be this close to me at all times or I will die. Would you not die with me?” He begged jokingly, kissing, nibbling on her neck, as if they were back in Shakespeare time, his voice ran out.

  She giggled pulling him impossibly closer. “I would die without you, for sure, but let’s make our days last,” she mocked his voice. “We’ll take a shower…”

  “Together.” He interrupted in a demand, with a fake voice of a sergeant.

  “Yes, then we will go make some breakfast…”

  “Then bring it back to bed,” He demanded again just the same. She giggled again at his play.

  “Yes. Then we’ll stay in bed until we get hungry again.”

  “I’m hungry for you already.” He bit down on her neck, sucking her breath from her. She moaned and slid against him. “Shall I savor your taste here or in the shower?”

  “After breakfast,” she laughed as she wiggled to get away. “Ayden!”

  “Okay, but do not, not touch me or I’m bringing you back to bed and not ever letting you out of it.”

  “Your possessiveness is flattering.”

  “Just remember you said that because most likely I will get worse without your constant touch.” She giggled as they made their way to her shower with his arms wrapped around her stomach from behind, his lips kissing along her neck and their bodies pressed together.

  They spent the day just as they said, in bed, making love, being close and still being as one. The girls came in yelling for her, but he would not let her go. He told her to yell down to them to take care of the shop and she did. They even skipped dinner until the girls left, then they went to cook together, always having one or the others touch. He wanted Trey all to himself for today and he got what he wanted; she gave it willingly. She knew he needed it; needed to know that she was completely his, that she would not throw him away.

  The next day came and went all of the same until night fall. She convinced him to go for a run; they both needed it. The love making tamped down some of the energy just not enough for either one of their amount of usual activeness. Every chance he got to catch her and kiss her as they play ran, he did. He chased her up the stairs to her room and latched on, “To long,” he barked out as he latched onto the hem of her shirt and ripped it off as he stood behind her. He grabbed her hips jerking her back against him, biting down on her neck as he undid her and her pants. He yanked them down as she bend over landing her hands on the bed. He raked his tongue over her clit without warning, making her moan out his name in shocked pleasure. “Mmm, you're wet for me already, that is damn sexy.” He brought his mouth back to her, caressing her sex.

  “You turned me on the second you stood behind me and bit me.”

  “You like it when I bite,
Yes?” He bit down just right of her sex and she yelped, “Yes. Oh fuck, yes.” She said again as he bit the opposite side. He stood, dropping his pants and sliding against her. “Fuck. You feel how hard you get me baby?”

  “I need to feel how hard you are inside me. Take me Ayden. Fuck me.” He slid in slow, “I can’t fuck you baby, I can make fucking love to you.” He slid out slowly than slammed into her making her cry out. He reached his hand around finding her sweet spot, holding her against him as tight as he could get. “You liked that, huh?” He asked as he rocked his hips without pulling away.

  “Yes, again. Please,” she begged. He relented, pulling out slowly, she held her breath waiting, he gently moved back in. “Please,” she wined. He stayed slow a few more times, teasing her blind than slammed into her again, rocking against her as he played with her sweet spot making her squirm, pushing against him, whimpering. “Fuck, babe. You keep doing that, I won’t last.”

  “Than fucking love me, Ayden.” He did, he sure as hell did. She screamed out his name as her muscles throbbed around him pulling him with her. He pulled her up against him wrapping his arms around her as they came down from their high. Then moved to the bed and fell asleep instantly.

  ~~~

  She convinced him to go to school the next day, but every second they got they were close to one another. She saw the fear in his eyes when they would separate, but she keep reassuring him that he was in her heart to stay, that she would never let him go. “Never. My souvenir.” She’d tell him when his eyes questioned. She thought that she was assuring him good, that once he got that she wasn’t going to throw him away he would start to back off a little. Maybe after the newness started to fade away and the forever would take its place, but he was relentless in his possessiveness.

  A few weeks past just like that, even threw a fight night, which didn’t go so well. She thought it made her look weak that she couldn’t be apart from him even for a second. What would it tell the ladies that she was trying to show that they could stand on their own? She tried explaining it to him that night, but he only got upset, thinking she was trying to push him away. It took a couple days to get him to let up, yet he still didn’t leave her side. He didn’t like how everyone needed to talk to her, to look at her. He knew it was her job, but it still unsettled him. He knew everyone saw how great she is.

  Homework was getting interrupted, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Lunch with the girls was down to a couple days a week, business needed to be taking care of, but she didn’t want him upset without her. She felt she was walking on hot coals about to burst into flames and burn her if she talked too much to others without him involved. He asked to go to training with her and when she refused he was angry, but still wouldn’t stay away from her. Of course she loved him and needed him, wanted to keep reassuring him, but it was taking a strain on her and him.

  He could barely function without her being close. His grades were not good; not what he needed them to be. All he could draw where things about Trey. When the professors asked for something different he would find a way to incorporate something about Trey in them. He knew the obsession with her was not normal; was not okay, but he couldn’t talk himself out of it no matter how hard he tried. He knew she needed some time away from him, to work, to study, to keep her movement flowing, but he just couldn’t let her out of his sight. He knew she needed him to let up a bit, but he couldn’t give it to her. He was a stressed mess, a complete basket case if she wasn’t by his side.

  When guys talked to her, which they needed to do in her line of business and the need for her to be social to have it succeed, he would wrap an arm around her and give the guys a look to let them know she was his. She hated it and he knew it. He didn’t want to give her a reason to be done with him and he knew every time she hated something that he did that it would give her more of a reason, yet still, he couldn’t help it.

  With the fights being a mess because the cops busting it, she had to put more effort into reassuring the fighters and spectators that it was all good. She had to work harder, talk to more people and with him by her side it made her job harder. Everyone saw the shift in her with him at her side. The fights changed with the cops busting it and she was changing being with Ayden. Their belief in their queen was changing. There was nothing more she could do other than assure. It felt like it was all she was doing at every second, it was stressing. She was even assuring herself all the time that she loved him, that she was capable of loving.

  The possessiveness was flattering, yes, but too overwhelming. It wasn’t healthy, they both knew it and still he couldn’t fix it, she couldn’t completely assure him. He would try to help it, but it never seemed to work. He would practically hyperventilate when they were not touching. If she wasn’t in eye sight it felt like he was having a heart attack; his body would go numb with the amount of blood that pumped from his heart that beat too quickly. It was too much, he knew it; she knew it. They didn’t know how to change it; fix it. They were both at a loss for any kind of answers.

  The playfulness and loving was still there and getting stronger by the day, but this problem with the possessiveness was becoming even more of an issue. They loved each other, but it was hard sometimes for her to show it, saying the words was even worse. It was hard for him to accept she wouldn’t throw him away. Their childhoods; the way they were raised were affecting their true needed happiness. It killed Trey; her father still had a hold on her. She tried doing everything the girls told her to do with Ayden to reassure him, most of it worked, just not enough given her past and how hard it was to give her love; accept she had it to give. It wasn’t just him with the past issues, she struggled as much as he did, but hers were causing his to be worse at times.

  He couldn’t stand her doing tats on guys and the girls tried picking up the slack for him, but while he was at work he couldn’t function. He took nights off to stay with her while she worked. Which screwed him for money and angered her even more. Their relationship was not going as good as they both thought it would. Yeah, they needed each other to function, but something was still off; still broken causing their relationship not to work properly.

  She was at the bar while he worked; he convinced her to go, he needed the money, but he needed to be near her. She wasn’t happy, she was quite drained. She needed to do homework, she was tired and irritated and she did not want to be there at all and it showed. Her elbows were propped up on the bar and her head was in her hands. “You look defeated Trey. I can help with that. You can kick my ass again then take me home. I know how enlightening it makes you feel.”

  She let one hand fall to the bar top, but left the other propping her head up as she turned to look at the guy sitting next to her. She smirked at the audacity this ass had to come to her and say something like that. All the guys she was with before knew not to, but this guy apparently let the fact that she would kick his ass slip from his mind. It was due to the fact that she was with Ayden and she knew it. They all probably thought that they had a chance with her now because she was finally dating publicly. She knew she needed to fix it and quick. She was completely disgusted with herself. She itched to kick his ass and that is exactly what she was going to do. Get him outside, kick his ass then come back in and wait on the only guy that would ever be allowed to touch her again.

  “You would let me kick your ass just to make me feel better.” ‘What a schmuck,’ she thought, ‘only weaklings would let.’

  “Absolutely. You’re amazing with your hands and you and your body is the best I’ve ever had the delight to experience.”

  “Is that so? Well in that case, why don’t you meet me outside, I’ll be out in a little while.” They smiled at each other and he got up and walked out. “Fucking idiot,” she mumbled under her breath as she banged her head down against the bar.

  “You’re going to fucking meet him outside?” Ayden reeled as he grabbed her arm and forced her to stand.

  “Let me go you fucking ass. You got it wrong.
”

  “Then why would you tell him that? You were fucking smiling at him, enjoying him hitting on you.”

  “Are you serious? Like I said you got it all wrong, and I will not subject myself to explaining it to you because you’re being a possessive ass right now.” She ripped her arm out of his grasp shoving him away, “Fuck you, Ayden.” She was appalled, ‘why can’t he just get it?’

  He stalked after her, but she ran and he knew he couldn’t leave work, he would for sure lose his job. He looked to his right and spotted the guy that was at the bar with her. He saw the guy before, remembered him as the first guy that he saw fighting Trey and going home with her. He grabbed the guy by his throat, “You go near her, your dead.” He shoved the guy and stalked back into the bar. He only had about forty five minutes left then he would go to her, hopefully calmly, to find out why she would say that to the guy. She said he had the wrong idea and he hoped so, but he heard the whole conversation how could anyone take that the wrong way, other than the obvious?

  She was pissed. She was about to break her own rule, not to fight outside of the organized fights, to defend Ayden’s honor, her honor. Instead Ayden didn’t even give her the benefit of the doubt, he should have known that the guys she was with before were not allowed to talk to her or bring up what they did, she told him that much. He should have known that she was going to kick the guy’s ass. That she was trying to get him outside so not to do it in the bar he worked at. He should have faith in her love that she would never do that to him, but he didn’t. He didn’t trust her, he didn’t bother to stop and think about who she is and why she would say that to the guy.