by M. N. Forgy
“Oh, shit.” She jumps in panic, our heads almost hitting in the process. “I didn’t break it, did I?”
I lean over and grab it off the carpet, making it come to life. The screen lights up the dark room.
“No, it doesn’t seem to be broken.” I instantly see Whitesnake, press play and set it down beside her head. “Is This Love” filters through the headphones filling the room. Well, that’s not what I had in mind exactly. Fuck it.
I gently pull her legs apart and kneel in between them. I rub my dick against her wet opening. When I push the tip of my cock in, she throws her head back into the pillow and moans. I love the sound of her moaning; it’s so erotic. I push in deeper causing my own head to fall back. It feels so amazing. She’s so tight and warm, it’s like heaven. She moans louder when I’m in as deep as her sweet sex will allow. I lay my body on top of her small frame, putting most of my weight on my knees so I don’t crush her. I can feel her nipples gliding against my torso as I lower my elbows beside her head. I start to thrust and her sweet mouth forms into an “O” and her breath comes in short spurts. She’s so fucking sexy, just the look of her as she takes me is killing me. I nip and suck her neck, the smell of her is fucking intoxicating. I grit my teeth; the amount of pleasure she gives me is borderline narcotic, a high I only get with her. I nip her earlobe and skid my teeth along her jawline gently, before taking in her sweet lips; tasting anything and everything she is willing to give me.
“Shadow,” she whispers into the dark. My name slipping through those angelic lips nearly has me busting my load.
I take her bottom lip into my teeth and give it a light tug before leaning up and catching those eyes staring back at me breaking walls I never knew were there. I have never loved before, but I would think it would take longer than the time I have known Dani.
Her nails skid across my back as I feel her vaginal walls squeeze my cock; she’s getting close. Her tits bounce while I thrust into her, screaming for attention. I reach down with both hands and grab onto her perky tits as I plow into her softly. Her hands come up and tangle into her own hair; her body arches and she spreads her legs wider inviting me in deeper. I can feel the fluttering sensation race deep within me, licking up my dick. I start to piston my hips faster. She moans louder and untangles her fingers from her own hair to fly at my back, her nails digging into my skin, claiming me. Her legs tighten now around my waist while she climaxes. The sight of her is it for me; I throw my head back and explode inside her.
I fall next to her trembling body; mine feeling like Jell-o; a first for me. She rolls over and places kisses on my chest, knocking the iPod off on the floor again and stopping the music. She doesn’t panic that she might have broken it this time. I don’t even know if Whitesnake is still playing, I am so caught up in us. Then it hits me; we just made love. Last time we did it was a bit more animalistic. This time was sensual, deep and tender. What the fuck is happening to me?
I tuck her head under my chin and give it a kiss. Her hair smells like my shampoo, making me grin. Laying there we try to catch our breaths while I try to reel in what the hell I'm doing. Have I fucking lost my mind? I can feel Dani’s breathing slow, as her body starts to go limp.
“Sleep, Baby,” I whisper into her hair.
“Shadow,” she croaks out, sleep heavy in her voice.
“Hmmm?”
“We didn’t use a condom,” she whispers against my chest.
My eyes snap open. Shit, how could I be so careless? I didn’t even think about a condom. This is yet another example of how I cannot think clearly around Dani. I have always made sure to wear a condom; never thought for a second to go without one. Even when I was a kid fucking around, I always used a condom.
“I’m clean. You’re the only girl I have had sex with unprotected.”
“Yeah... but I’m not on the pill.”
Fuck. Of course, she’s not on the damn pill; she was a virgin until a few days ago, why would she be on it.
She pulls her head from under my chin and looks up at me. “Maybe Bobby can talk to Doc for me or something. We will figure it out. We will be more careful, though.” She kisses my lips tenderly, causing me to sigh into her.
“Good night, Shadow.” She whispers against my lips.
Fuck.
I feel fingertips sliding up and down my bare back, waking me from my slumber. I open my eyes to a tanned chest and remember my night with Shadow. A grin instantly plasters itself across my face. I look up at him and his gorgeous, blue eyes are looking back.
“Good Morning.”
“Mmmm...” I respond. I grab the sheet and pull it over us, tucking us both into the bed. I don’t want this to end; whatever is outside that door can wait. I don’t even mind his morning breath, not that mine is any better. He grabs the hand I hit Candy with, lifts it to his mouth and kisses each knuckle. How can he say he is a shitty romantic when he does things like this? When he acts like this, I have no problem being his.
“I want to take you out this evening,” he says. I look up at him, shocked. His face looks shocked, too, that he even said it.
“Really?” I respond, stunned. I didn’t take him as a date kind of guy.
He nods his head yes.
I feel giddy, like a teenager being asked to prom.
“What are your plans today?” I ask him, trying to find a distraction from the awesome feeling bubbling inside of me.
“I got church; gotta let the Prez know how the run went; see if anyone heard anything back on the shooting or that Stevin guy; then probably work on my car some.” He starts rubbing his rough fingertips up and down my back again. The feeling is so sensual; I love it. Wait, he has a car? I haven’t seen it.
“What about you?” he asks.
I sigh heavily. “Oh, probably helping Babs or laying around in here. It’s pretty boring here.” I am glad I have someone to talk to like Babs, but sitting around here doing nothing is driving me crazy.
I run my hands across his chest; his body is so toned and perfect. I feel his length pressing against my stomach as I caress his chest. It makes me feel needed. I throw the sheets over my head and lower my body down the bed. I find Shadow's impressive length instantly.
“What are you doin'- aaahh!” I lick up Shadow's shaft before he can finish his sentence. I flick my tongue at his head and cup his balls with my hand. I sheath my teeth with my lips and plunge my hot, moist mouth around his erection. His body comes off the bed as I suck on him like a Popsicle. My hand grabs the bottom of his shaft to keep it still while I assault him with my mouth. He groans as I flick my tongue on the underside and continue to suck him without mercy. I feel his length pulse and tighten as I bob my head. I hollow out my cheeks and suck harder, making his body tremble. He places his hand on my head as I continue to suck him like a vice. His shaft tightens and pulses inside my mouth again as he groans.
“I’m going to cum, Dani,” he whimpers in warning as his back inclines off the bed. I don’t slow down. I grab at his balls and continue to suck him halfway down my throat. Suddenly, salty warm fluid spills into my mouth. He tastes amazing; I milk him of every drop. I feel him fall back down on the bed, huffing and puffing.
He pulls the sheet off me. “Do you have a fucking gag reflex? Holy shit!” I smile at him, not sure what to say. I have never done anything like that. I’ve just seen it in smutty films when I was home alone. Looks like I can please my man better than a whore, judging by his reaction.
I hear a ring coming from the floor and Shadow gets up off the bed to grab it. His body is so sexy; I don’t think I will ever get used to his god-like perfection.
“Yeah,” he answers. “What time is it? Oh shit... Yeah, I coming now.” He stuffs the phone back into his jeans pocket, grabs his briefs off the floor, and starts to shimmy his legs into them.
“It’s near noon. I gotta get to church, babe.” He pulls his pants on and looks around the room for his shirt and cut. His bed-head hair suits him so well and my fingers itch to
play in it.
He leans over and kisses me on the lips before he hops to the door, battling to put on a boot. I can't help but giggle.
I hate that we have to hide. I'm sure my mom will blow up, probably even threaten to burn this place down. I say go for it, I have finally found a place I belong and I'm not about to turn my back on it.
Shadow's words from last night come to mind: ‘I won’t let you go, and I sure as hell won’t let you go back to New York.’
Honestly, I don’t think Shadow would let my mother take me, and I’m glad because I don’t want to go back. This is my home now, and I think she knows deep down that this has always been my home.
I guess I should get a shower, though I hate to wash the smell of Shadow off of me. I get a shower and brush my teeth with Shadow's brush again, I put on my pink lace bra with matching underwear, some khaki colored shorts and a yellow tank top. I walk out and spot Babs behind the counter.
“There you are. I'll make you whatever you want this morning; you name it.” Her tone is a little more enthusiastic than I was expecting.
“The Club Princess has arrived. Babs, you better make her what she wants or you may end up with a black eye.” Locks winks at me. Shit, the whole club knows about what happened between Candy and I. I look over at the meeting room to find open doors. Looks like church was quick this morning.
I try and paste on a smile, but my fear is that if the whole club knows, then my mother has probably heard as well. Shit. I don’t think I can lie myself out of this one.
Shadow comes in the door covered in grease and sits down next to Bobby. The grease on him makes him look so rugged; I’m drooling for another round in the bedroom with him.
“Well, if it isn’t the Club Princess,” he smirks at me; smart ass. But, man he is a sexy smart ass.
“You should have seen it, Babs, it was like fire flying across the room.” Bobby looks at me with a sudden awe in his face. “Like a firefly.”
“Oh, I like that; Princess Firefly,” Babs nods in agreement.
“I could see her as a firefly,” Shadow agrees.
“Wait, what?” The whole conversation confuses me.
“Your 'road name', nickname, what have you,” Babs clarifies.
My dad walks in through the club door. “Dani, follow me.” His tone is flat and his face is impassive. I’m sure he knows about Candy; shit.
I follow him into the chapel and sit down at a huge wooden table. He sits at the head of the table, leans back in his chair, and lights a cigarette. He sits there playing with his red lighter, not even looking at me. The awkward silence gets the best of me so I look around the room. Ten chairs are scattered around the table and I wonder which one Shadow's fine ass graces during “church”. There’s a fan in the window behind me and the wall I'm facing has frames with worn cuts in them.
“Fallen members,” my father answers, watching me look at each of the frames.
“You want to explain what happened to Candy?” His voice is calm and eerie, snapping me from the frames. I can’t tell him that I am jealous of Candy; that I want to be a part of Shadow's world. I start picking at the worn table, not sure what to say.
“She has a broken nose and stitches in her cheek. Judging by the scratches on your cheek and knuckles, I know you did it. What I don't know is why?” He takes a long drag from his cigarette, blows a puff of smoke into the air, then looks right at me. I’ve not seen this side of my father before; he is usually so tender and caring. Right now, his voice is strong and wicked. It’s scary as shit.
“You guys fighting over one of my boys, Dani? They know better than to come near you. If I find out this is over one of the guys, it won’t be pretty. You're club property and- “
“She said I didn’t belong here, and that I didn’t deserve to wear the Devil's Dust shirt I was wearing. I just snapped. I didn’t even realize what I did until I was pulled off her.” I spoke loudly, interrupting him on his rant. I didn’t want to give him the chance to over think things or piece things together and take Shadow away before I even got the chance to have him. I mean, I told part of the truth; she was trying to chase me out of here like mom, and it did really piss me off.
“Bitch!” he yells and slams his fist on the table. I look up offended. His expression softens when he sees the shock written on my face.
“No, not you; Candy. Seems she got what she deserves. If I had heard her say that I would have fuckin' pistol whipped her. I should have done it to her mother.” He slams his cigarette out in the ashtray, pissed.
“I don’t think she will be messing with me anymore. I can handle my own battles, Dad.” His head whips up at the word “Dad”. I didn’t realize I even said it out loud; but he is my dad, is it so wrong to call him that?
“I can see that. You’re a Devil's Dust Princess.” His eyes brighten with a sense of pride as he speaks to me. Is it just me or does the word princess just sound ridiculous? Not that firefly was much better.
“Your mom is going to find out about this; everyone knows. Everyone saw Candy this morning and when asked about it she said to ask you. Candy’s mom will be blowing up my phone, I'm sure, and I know your mother is going to be on my fucking back. I think I may just go fishing for the day.” He looks over at me and smiles big.
“Good luck, Darlin'.” He pats me on the shoulder and leaves the room.
Wow that was close. I don’t know how much longer Shadow and I will be able to hide our... whatever we are, from everyone. I push off from the table and notice my palms are sweating; talk about sweating bullets. Before I can leave the room, my mother steps through the door and pushes me back into the room. She slams the door behind her.
“What the hell is going on, Danielle Lexington?” she yells at me while pointing her finger in my face. Wow, she must be pissed; she used my full name. I pinch the bridge of my nose; this is getting really old. I'm sick of her treating me like a child; I'm fucking twenty-one years old. I went with it before because I was so used to her protective ways. I was numb to everything around me; naive even. But now, I am more alive than I have ever been; everything is so clear and I’m done with this, with her. She can’t threaten to throw me out on the streets now. I have a place to call home.
I grab her finger and push it back at her, making her stumble. Returning to my seat, I look up and see shock and anger written all over her face.
“I want to know what you did to that poor girl, right now.” Her voice is low and trembling with every word. That poor girl? She never fails to surprise me, taking up for a club whore over her own daughter.
“I beat the shit out of her.” She gasps and walks over to my side of the table to look down at me. I can't tell if she's mortified with what I have become or furious.
Testing the waters, I look up at her standing over me and demand smugly, “yes?”
Before I can register what she is doing, she raises her palm and slaps me across the face so hard my teeth chatter. I get up so quick the chair is thrown backward to the ground.
“You bitch!” I yell at her, my hand caressing the sting she left across my cheek. My body instantly fuels with poisonous rage. I want to hit her back but I'm afraid if I lay a finger on her I might not be able to stop.
“Look at you; you are nothing more than biker trash!” she screams.
I smile at her brazenly. “My whole life I've done everything you wanted me to do without question and the only time you were ever there was to tell me what a fuck up I was. Well, no more. I realize now I could have never made you happy anyway. I’ve always been biker trash to you; that’s what pisses you off more than anything. I’ll never go back to New York with you.”
She charges and slams her body into me. We fall to the dusty wooden floor, knocking chairs over in the process. My head smacks against the floor with a thud, making me see stars. She straddles my body and starts pulling my hair and slaps me in the face. I cover my face with my arms as she assaults me. That’s all I can do; if I move my hands to fight back she h
as full advantage of my face.
“You’re just like your father; so ungrateful, so stubborn. I couldn’t stand the sight of you past the age of seven! No matter what you did, you reminded me of him!”
My head screams with every strand of hair pulled and every pore in my face stings with each slap; not to mention the pounding that radiates through my skull from our fall. Just when I'm about to fight back, the slapping stops and her weight is lifted from me. I open my eyes to Bobby’s hand held out to help me up; when I stand he brushes the strands out of my face.
“You okay?” he asks calmly. I don’t answer. I look over his broad shoulder and see everyone in the room; Babs, Bull, Hawk, Charlie, Lips, Locks, even a few other members I haven’t met. How embarrassing. Locks has my mother by the forearms, holding her still as she huffs and puffs and tries to pull herself away from his tight grip.
I can feel the burn in my eyes. I blink tightly, trying to hold back my tears. I barrel through everyone and run outside to the garage across the courtyard. I walk into one of the bays and stare at the wall. The white paint is chipped and greasy; the smell of gas and oil surrounds me. My fingers wreak havoc on my lips as I try to calm myself from what just happened.