by A. J. Downey
“I know. I know!” he made a frustrated sound and scrubbed a hand over his face before smoothing his faux hawk down to the point between his eyes.
“If you know then why you doin’ what you’re doin’?” I asked him.
“Can’t help myself.” He said plaintively.
“Well unless you plan on taking him out, which I do not recommend, I’d slow your roll Bro.” I told him. He looked slightly miserable and made a face that told me to tell him something he hadn’t told himself a million times before.
“Think anyone else has caught it yet?” he asked me bleakly. The question took me aback and I countered with one of my own.
“Just how into this chick are you?” I asked him. He huffed out a laugh.
“She had me the second she laid those hallowed green eyes on me when she came out the locker room behind Ashton.” He confessed. I frowned, I didn’t get the reference I wasn’t there but I figured it was safe to assume he meant the first time they ever met. “Couldn’t get her off my mind, then weeks later she comes flying out the damned entrance to the Y with that rock on her finger and I swear to Christ it was like watching Aimee walk away all over again.” I blinked. Now that was some heavy shit and a reference I knew all too well.
Aimee had been Reaver’s first true love, high school sweetheart. His penchant for trouble and an addiction to smack had cost him that relationship and so much more. If he was comparing Hayden to Aimee then whatever he had going on in that half-cracked psycho psyche of his was serious trouble. I lit a cigarette, took a long thoughtful drag on it and leaned the arm holding my beer on the railing.
“I know that this is all spanking new to me but I think I know where you’re at.” I said finally. He looked me over and smiled.
“Yeah you’re all in with Irish.” He was grinning and I felt an answering one of my own. I looked down at the glowing end of my cigarette.
“What do you want for Hayden?” I asked him.
“I want her to be happy…” he trailed off.
“And?” I prompted.
“I think she’s making a huge mistake with this Andy guy, he’s never a-fucking-round when she needs him. I got a bad feeling about it.” he said.
“She’s a grown ass woman capable of making her own mistakes.” I pointed out.
“I suppose you’re gonna say she don’t need me tryin’ to ride in like some kind of white knight or some shit.” He said.
“Pretty much.” I said.
“You sound like Trig.” He snorted.
“Yeah well he might be big but he’s not dumb.” I said and the man in question shoved through the crowd.
“Woah! I heard that!” he said and we three chuckled over it.
“What’re we talking about?” he asked.
“Hayden.” Reaver and I said at the same time. Trigger scowled.
“I’m tellin’ you brother. Stay out of it.” the big man said. Reaver nodded.
“I said the same thing.” I told him and took another drag. I held the cig out to Trigger who, no shit, looked around for Ashton first. I snorted and he took it from me and drew the real smoke into his lungs. He held it and sighed out like it was one of the best things ever. I drank some of my beer and grinned at him.
“Fuck I miss smoking, like real smoking. This vaping shit is a pale fucking imitation.” He made to hand me the cig back but I shook my head and let him keep it. He flashed me a grateful look.
“How the fuck did you stand it as a sniper?” I asked him. He chuckled.
“Total different mindset.” He said like that explained everything, which in a way it did. I snorted. My old man joined our little deck party.
“What we talking about?” he asked.
“Pussy.” Reaver answered crudely but truthfully.
“Shit man, we got bitches a plenty at the club house lately.” My dad grinned through his beard and we all laughed. Sad but true, they were starting to outnumber us.
“I see any fucking tampons in the medicine cabinets at the club house, shit’s gonna have to change.” Trigger said. I laughed outright.
“You’re the most whipped out of all of us big man.” I pointed out dryly.
“You’re right behind me junior.” He said and I shrugged a shoulder and took a drink off my beer.
“What’re they doing? Talking about doing each other’s nails?” Reaver asked. My dad laughed.
“Your Irish girl is on the dance floor with Hayden and Shells. Ashton and Chandra are chatting it up with the hang-arounds and prospect. Gypsy and Doc are playing darts and Data has his nose buried in some game on his phone.” Leave it to my pops to know what every one of his people were up to.
“Yeah well she better not wear herself out too much. I’ma bounce in a bit an’ fuck her good.” I said. The guys, including my pops all nodded.
“Good plan.” Reaver stated. I finished my beer.
“Yeah, I’m tired of waiting to act on it. Too much life getting in the way lately.” I said and set the empty beer bottle on a table with a growing line of dead soldiers on it.
“That’s my boy,” my pops said and gave a mock sniff, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye, “You do your daddy proud!” he said with a fake warble in his voice.
“Fuuuuck you old man!” I said laughing. He laughed along with me and we pulled each other into one another and hugged. A manly embrace. I clasped hands with Trigger and Reaver and went back into the hot enclosed space of the bar. I wound my way through the crowd on the dance floor and located Everett. I pulled her back into me and nipped the side of her neck. I know she gasped even though I couldn’t hear it and the knowledge made me smile.
She turned in the circle of my arms and wound her arms around my neck. I smiled down into her laughing face and jerked my head to indicate we were leaving. She said her goodbyes to Shelly and Hayden, who seemed much happier than she had been at the club house and we went to the table to finish the goodbyes and collect my girl’s coat.
I helped her into it and led her out front. She was giggling and happy and my heart was lighter for it. She’d been having a hell of a time of it and deserved some fucking happy and I was determined to give it to her in spades. She spun once we were out the door and on the sidewalk. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me and I obliged, the mixture of the cloves I’d been smoking and the whiskey she’d been drinking complimenting each other nicely.
“Oh gawd! My virgin eyes!” My pops yelled beside us and she made to pull away, I captured the back of her head with my hand and pressed her into the kiss, keeping her from breaking it while I flipped my dad off with the other hand which was nearest him. His barking laugh bellowed over the heads of the crowd outside and Everett smiled against my mouth.
“Take me to a bed, please? Yours would be great but if you want, his will do too.” I laughed against her mouth at her audacity and contemplated it for a minute or two. Naw, I wanted marathon sex, my bed for that. I’d get my dad back later.
We rode back to the clubhouse, just her and I, and I decided that this was a new favorite. Just Everett, me and Matilda on the open road was nice. I wanted more of it and from the look of things in my side view, so did Everett. Awesome.
I stopped at a gas station and bought some lube and a twelve pack of ultrathin condoms. I wanted as little between us as possible. I didn’t think we’d need the lube but you never knew and it was always good to have on hand. I was thick, I knew it and it was the humane thing to do so I kept it around. The clubhouse was deserted when we got to it and that was fine by me. I wanted to see how loud my girl could get when she was uninhibited by knowing people were around. I led her back to my room and opened the door, flipping on the light.
“You really like black.” She observed and I smiled at her. Yeah, I’d been pretty monochromatic when it came to my club room. The carpet was black, I’d painted the walls black, the cheap ass garage sale dresser I’d painted black too. I’d mounted the small black flat screen TV on the ceiling above the bed whi
ch I had also painted black. It was going to suck if the damn thing ever came down but I didn’t think it would. I’d built the brackets and mounted the thing myself.
The cables ran along the ceiling and down the corner of the wall to a triangle of shelf I’d mounted in the corner. The small cable box and DVD player sat on it, the little blue-white display reading that it was a little after ten-thirty.
The headboard of the queen sized bed was one of those cubby style and lined with DVD’s. I switched on a black iron lamp that sat on top of the headboard, setting the condoms and lube up for easy access beside it. Once I started I didn’t want to stop to wrestle open boxes or peel little safety seals off of lubricant so I made sure that shit was done, tossing the resulting trash in the bedside trashcan. That done, I flipped out the overhead light.
The glow of the lamp was pretty muted by its dark gray shade. The sheets on the bed were dark gray and the bed spread black like the rest of the room. I took Em’s bags off the bed and set them on the floor in front of the dresser. I hung my jacket and cut on the hook by the door and took my old jacket from her shoulders.
“I want you to keep this.” I said and she turned and looked at me, nodding softly.
“Okay.” She breathed. I hung it on a hook to the side and slightly lower to the one I’d hung my coat on.
I put my hands on her hips and brought my lips to hers, I was careful, soft and gentle with her. I wanted to make this last. I wanted to show her she was more than a quick fuck for me. That she was special and I started by kissing her… letting my hands slide beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and the tee beneath it. I palmed her smooth and sexy skin and ran my hands over her stomach and ribs. She moaned softly into my mouth and I swallowed the whimper whole.
God! I could eat this girl like ice cream. Slow and decadent, one lick at a time… Okay I needed more skin. I lifted her shirts over her head, both at the same time and she raised her arms, her necklace tumbling free and hanging tantalizingly between the globes of her breasts. I was as hard as I could get and straining at the fly of my jeans. Her hands pushed under my shirt and her fingers were deliciously cool against my heated skin. She slid her hands up my stomach and across my chest, letting them come to rest on my shoulders. I pulled the shirt off from over my head and let it fall. She sucked in a breath and looked me over, her blue eyes near boiling with the heat they contained. I loved that she liked what she saw. I turned her and sat her down on the edge of my bed and knelt in front of her. I pulled off her shoes and socks and stood and pulled my own boots off.
“All of it.” she whispered, desperation tinging her voice and I smiled.
I flicked the tongue of my belt out of the loop holding it flat and opened it up. I watched her, her gaze transfixed by my hands and what they were doing and the look of raw need on her face, in her eyes had my desire for her ratcheting up several notches. I unbuttoned, unzipped and slid the denim over my boxers and down my legs, peeling out of my socks when I reached the bottom. She wasn’t getting the full Monty. Not yet.
I reached for her waistband and she let me. There was something so sensual, so erotic about peeling the tight denim from her long dancer’s legs. She lay back for me and lifted her hips so I could do it and the fact she was wearing one sexy as hell matching bra and panty set underneath her plain comfortable clothes damn near did me in. I didn’t miss that the dove gray satin at the apex of her thighs was much darker with her wetness.
I felt a surge of fierce joy that she was as turned on as I was. Once the jeans were off, her scent lightly perfumed the air with pheromones that I had no intentions of trying to resist or ignore. I wanted Everett Mary Moran more than I had ever wanted any other girl in my life. That included the bitch that had used me as a rebound. I had to take a moment. I stopped and stood over Everett, laid out across the black covers in her gray satin and lace bra and panty set. She was so fucking beautiful but there was more. I felt a slow wicked smile curve my lips and fought to keep the press of laughter down.
“What?” she asked smiling, her voice trembling with a giggle of her own, I didn’t answer right away and she sat up, turning so she was on the bed, head towards the headboard rather than laying across it.
“What’s so funny!?” she demanded and I waved a hand in a sweep from her head to her pretty French manicured toenails.
“You match.” I said and the laughter spilled out. Black and gray, that was my room and her dove gray bra and panty set matched my sheets almost to perfection.
She looked around the room and then down at herself and the giggle poured out of her lovely mouth. She pressed a hand over it to stop the girly sound and I laughed. I motioned for her to center herself better on the bed and she obliged, moving over. I sat down beside her hip facing her and bent, kissing her softly. I touched her silky cheek and trailed fingertips in a barely there touch down the side of her throat, across her shoulder.
I loved her whiskey flavored kisses. Her tongue boldly stroking across my own. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to be an active participant when we kissed, her hands cupping my face, smoothing across my shoulders. Her arms curving around my back and igniting my desire for her, like pouring gasoline on a bonfire. I got the bra off of her and cradled her breasts in my hands. God she was a perfect gorgeous handful! Creamy skin and rose colored nipples. I broke our kiss to take one into my mouth and she arched into me, moaning my name in a breathy push of air that drove me absolutely wild! I teased the other between thumb and forefinger and she writhed a little beneath the attention.
I traded sides and lavished the other with the same attention and her fingers tangled in my hair, holding it off my face. She captured my eyes with her heated blue gaze and I couldn’t help but picture a steaming mountain hot spring when she did it. The steel blue-gray waters surrounded by freshly fallen snow. I got up on my knees while I sucked at her breast and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I kissed down her body and moved the soaked satin fabric off of her as I made my descent and she eagerly raised her hips to let me get them off.
I used my hands to push her thighs apart and let my gaze wander her pretty, freshly shaven pussy. God damn it was a thing of beauty! The light pink petals of her sex slightly lighter than the rose color of her nipples and glistening wetly, ready for me in the soft lamp light. I put a hand just above her mound and pushed back, bringing her clit to the fore. It was engorged and begging for my attention and I so wanted to go there.
I got between her thighs and scooted down the bed. I’d been wanting to do this and take my time savoring her since that first taste in my kitchen. I looked up the length of her lean body, her chest heaving in deep breaths, her eyes were almost panicked, frantic with her need for me to touch her and I loved that I held this kind of power, this kind of sway over her. One of these nights, if she were up for it, I wanted to play my orgasm game with her. Tie her to my bed, finger and lick her until she came and see how many times I could make her come. How long it would take until she begged me to stop, then how long it would take after that until I could get her to cry from the sheer overload of pleasure.
That wasn’t for tonight though. I lowered my mouth agonizingly slow to her silky wet pussy, never breaking eye contact, and watched the anticipation in her eyes build. She wanted this, she wanted it bad and I was going to give her not only what she wanted but what I could tell she needed tonight. I smiled slow and lascivious and I know it was a little cruel but I wanted to hear it. I craved the high of hearing her sweet voice beg me to do it and she didn’t disappoint.
“Please Dray, touch me!?” her voice lilted with her desire. I had her worked up and it showed. Breath coming in an unsteady cadence, eyes dilated, hips rocking unbidden. I teased her opening with a light touch and her eyes closed. I slid my middle finger up inside her and her head fell back with a moan. I looked on in wonder at the grace of her honest responses and teased around inside her looking for that spot. Her cunt spasmed around my finger and her hips bucked when I stroked deep and I
smiled at the freshly gleaned knowledge. Unlocking Em was turning into seriously fun times.
I let my breath wash over her skin, over that sensitive little nub and she cried out, a soft little gentle pleading cry that gave me a wicked surge of triumph. I smiled and stroked that spot deep inside her adding my index finger to the middle, she was so hot and ready for me both glided in easily. With one last appraising look at how my girl was doing I lowered my mouth to her body and took my prize giving her a long, slow, lick.
God she tasted good! Fresh and clean, like sunshine after a fresh spring rain. She fisted the comforter to either side of her hips when I did it and arched her back, her head tipped back.
Looking up the long sensual curve of her body was a picture of grace and beauty I’ll never forget. I think that was the point I could admit to myself what everybody else had probably been seeing from the moment I put my lips on hers on that dance floor…
I was in love with Everett Mary Moran.
Chapter 11
Everett…
Oh my god oh my god oh my god Dray was driving me insane! I felt full but not stretched as he probed me with his fingers. He’d found that place deep inside me and was coaxing pleasure from it, a slow draw, a slow pull, his tongue touched me and I felt like I was pulled off the bed as if with strings. Velvet and hot it teased across that bundle of nerves and I felt things low in my body tighten and constrict around his invading fingers. I tangled my fists in the covers by my hips and tried to hold still. I wanted this, oh god I wanted him to make me come, I wanted the sparks flitting through my body to roar to life and consume me in a raging inferno of an orgasm and it was headed that way! I gasped for air and cried out his name and he sucked on my clit. Oh god it felt good but the fires slightly cooled with the change.
“Oh God Dray! Oh please, oh I’m so close!” I forced out through my rapid panting. I felt him smile against my body and he took his mouth from me.
“Not yet Baby, just a little bit longer. I’m gonna make it feel so good, I promise.” I moaned a low passionate wail, his words spoken so close to me that the vibrations of them sent a different sort of thrill through my tortured nerves. He’d stilled his fingers as he’d spoken and now he resumed their gentle rocking. The motion awakened that ember of sensation deep inside me anew and with a little more ferocity than it’d held before. I clutched the covers and looked down the length of my body between my breasts… straight into the deep and lovely dark eyes of Dray which smoldered with heat and intensity as he observed my reactions to his ministrations.