Labor of Love Anthology: 10 Anecdotes of Love and the Struggles Within

by Aliyah Burke

  He used to have a shop, I guess, before he got locked up but I didn’t know he knew his shit when it comes to these bikes. I’m happy that the fucked up PO of mine forced him on me actually. Now if only Lisa would go the fuck away.

  Oh well, I’m not going to sweat it. I’ll just appreciate it for now.

  “Alright, I’m ready.” Kayla walks down the hallway finger-combing her wet hair.

  “Come here,” I demand.

  She walks over and stands in front of me. Her head comes up to my chin and she has to arch her head back to look into my eyes.

  “You are so damn beautiful.” Her face heats at my words and her tongue darts out to lick her lips in a nervous gesture. Her eyes are downcast and when I place my hand under her chin to lift it, I kiss her forehead.

  “Why do you never believe me when I say that?” I ask gently.

  She shrugs and when I open my mouth to say more, she places her finger over my lips.

  “It’s something I am working on. When someone tells you repeatedly that you’re not, it takes a while to get used to feeling you are.” She smiles.

  “I’ll tell you every day if it helps you.” I hope she believes me.

  “I like you.” She blushes again.

  “I know, baby. I feel it, too. Will you tell me your story one day?” I run my fingers through her wet hair and she closes her eyes, smoothing out the worried lines.

  “I’ll tell if you’ll tell.” She blows out a breath and I feel a tremor run through her.

  My hand falters for a moment. “My story is dark, babe. You sure you wanna hear it?” I ask with uneasiness.

  “Mine isn’t rainbows and unicorns, Jordan.”

  “Okay. Story time soon then, okay? Let’s get going.” I lean down and kiss her jawline and her lips automatically move over to meet mine.

  Her tongue darts out and licks my lips, requesting I open them. For her I’d do anything, so I open them and groan at her taste.

  Her tongue sweeps in, meeting mine thrust for thrust. My hand tightens in her hair and her body melts against mine. I taste her for a second longer and then end the kiss, pulling her lower lip into my mouth, biting down on it.

  “Fuck,” she whispers.

  “I know.” I take her hand and place it on top of my jeans where she can feel my hard on she just gave me.

  “From only a kiss?” she asks surprised.

  “From any thought of you,” I correct her.

  “Do we really have to leave the house today?” she whines in a sexy way.

  “Yes. I have to meet with Eric.” I groan to myself. I hate that fucker.

  “Fine. Later then.” She winks and walks away.

  And just like that, she’s back to her sassy self. The vulnerable side she was showing me, gone. Like a switch, she flips it and squares those shoulders to face the world for the day.

  I walk into Eric’s office and stand against his bookcase. I fold my arms in front of my chest and stand there waiting for him to acknowledge me.

  “You can have a seat, Jordan.” He points to the chair in front of his desk, not bothering to look up from the files in his hand.

  “I’m good, Eric. I like to stand.” I keep my voice monotone.

  “Okay, suit yourself.” He looks up from his files to his computer.

  Same shit, every month. Same greeting, same words, same attitude.

  I look to the ceiling and wonder what’s going to come out of this fuck’s mouth today.

  “How’s work going, Jordan?”

  “Good.”

  Come on. What do you really want, you stupid fuck?

  “How is Dave working out?” he asks, looking up at me.

  “Dave is fine. Knows his shit, so it worked out okay.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.

  “Good, I knew you would be happy with that one,” he says smugly like I should be thankful he threw him in my shop.

  “Yeah, I just wish your daughter was the same,” I mumble.

  “What was that, Jordan?” he asks a little too loud for my liking.

  Man, I wish I could thump this prick’s head.

  “Oh nothing. Your daughter is doing well.” I clear my throat.

  “Goody. She’s been a little feisty lately. Glad she’s still doing good for you, though.”

  I hate this motherfucker.

  “Well, I won’t keep you; just a few things I need.” He places a cup on his desk. “I’ll need a drug screen, of course. I’ll also need your open availability. I have a few buddies who need some work done on their bikes. And I know you’re the guy for that.” He shrugs.

  “Okay,” I drawl out, a little taken back. He’s sending business my way?

  “Yeah, nothing huge, just trying to keep it in the community, right? Anyway, I need that drug test. Lastly, your community service; have you completed the last hours you needed?”

  “Yeah, I did them at Tristan’s Hardware. He said he would turn the hours in. Did he forget? I can run and get them for you,” I offer.

  “Nah, they are most likely here somewhere.” He waves his hand across his scattered desk. “Just take the urine test and place it on Becky’s desk and you’re good to go. I’ll see you next month.” He nods at me as I make my way to his desk to gather the cup. I wave my fingers as I walk out the door.

  Something is up and I know it. I have a feeling in my gut that something isn’t right. Sending me business?

  What’s that fucker trying to pull on me?

  Chapter Seven

  I sit on Jordan’s chair playing old computer games while he goes to his meeting.

  I can’t believe how hard and fast I’m falling for this man. There is something about him that makes my before James girl come out.

  He’s fun and he’s wild. He takes time to get to know me. Yeah, this whole thing started off with a one-night stand in a way, but it never felt like that to me. It felt like coming home after a long day. Like his body and arms are where I’m supposed to be. Like every bad thing in my life has led me to Jordan.

  The back-door clicked and I smile. I jump up to meet him.

  When I walk out of his office and get the first glimpse of him on his bike, my heart sighs. But then it twists at the look on his face.

  “What’s wrong?” I walk up to him as he gets off of his bike and wrap my arms around his waist.

  “I don’t know. I think my PO is trying to pull something stupid and I don’t know what it is yet.” He shrugs.

  “I’m sorry. My dad doesn’t like him either if it makes you feel better.” I rest my chin on his chest as I look up at him.

  He rubs his arms up and down my back as he thinks.

  “Seems like his daughter is the only one who likes him here then.” He chuckles.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure.” I lift my eyebrow at him.

  “What do you mean?” he asks.

  “As a woman, I wouldn’t want anyone to get me a job, at least not my father. There is nothing like hearing about that shit all day. No, she probably owes him or something maybe. I don’t know, but don’t jump to conclusions.” I shrug.

  “No, I didn’t think about that actually because I was so pissed that he started telling me how I was going to run my shop. Anything else went out the window.” He sighs.

  “I’d think again.” I tell him.

  “Well, fuck. Then what is he trying to pull here?” He mumbles while taking his hand and running it down his bearded face.

  “I don’t know, but let me take your mind off of it.” I run my hands up his chest and link my fingers behind his neck.

  “Sounds fucking perfect.” He takes his hands and places them on my hips.

  His lips come down and meet mine and I moan into his mouth. I can’t live without this touch; his touch.

  His hands move to my ass and he lifts me up. My legs go around his waist and he takes me over to the wall and presses my back against it.

  I roll my hips into his and my hands pull his hair at the base of the back of his neck.

>   “Jesus, I can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles into my mouth and it makes me moan.

  I know the feeling. I need him like an alcoholic needs that next drink.

  He lets my feet touch back down to the ground and his hand cups my pussy. I can’t stop the moan that flies free at the feeling of his hand touching me.

  “This is mine, Kayla,” he rasps out.

  “I know,” I pant.

  “Do you?” He grips my pussy through my jeans tighter.

  “Yes!” I cry out, needing his skin against mine without a barrier.

  “Only mine.”

  “Only yours. Forever.” I moan.

  He rips open my button and shoves his hand down the front of my jeans and his finger slips through my wet folds.

  I grip his shoulders and drop my head back at the sensation.

  Just as I get ready to thrust my hips so his finger goes inside of me, he removes his hand.

  I protest and he chuckles.

  “I’m going to take back my statement earlier. I hate you.” I pout.

  “Nope, I won’t accept that.” He drops to his knees, taking my pants with him.

  “Better change my mind then.” I cross my hands over my chest as I step out of my pant legs.

  He lifts my left knee and places it on his shoulder.

  “How is this for a start?” he asks mischievously.

  “It’s a start, but that doesn’t matter if you never finish.”

  “Oh, you’re going to bend to my will, baby.”

  Just as I open my mouth to protest, his mouth is on me and he’s not starting off slow. He’s eating me like I’m his last meal on death row.

  I gasp and my arms fly out and grip his shoulders.

  When his tongue enters me, my knee buckles and I nearly fall.

  He scoots forward and lifts my body up, both of my legs wrapping around his neck. I grasp his head with my hands not sure if I should scream from being lifted so high or from the pleasure his sweet mouth is giving me.

  He walks over to his bike that he pulled inside and sets me down on the seat; his mouth never leaving my core. My hands fly out; one grips the handlebar and the other grips the passenger seat.

  I look down and watch his face between my legs. I can feel my insides tightening. I’m getting closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. My hand goes from the passenger seat to his hair and my hand curls into a fist.

  His eyes flick up to meet mine and he winks at me.

  With that, my body flies over the edge and my head falls back. I moan out and rock my hips into his face.

  He stands up and unbuttons his pants. He grabs his wallet out and pulls out a condom.

  As he opens it and gets ready to roll it onto himself, I reach my hand out and place it on his.

  I bite my lip, nervous as I flick my eyes up to his.

  I slowly shake my head ‘no’.

  “I want to feel you,” I whisper.

  He drops the condom on the floor and leans forward and picks me back up by my hips. My legs find their home around his waist again and he walks me back to the wall as he kisses me.

  His lips are on my jawline and then my neck, moving down to my collarbone. I feel his facial hair scrape at my skin with every movement of his lips.

  I slide my fingers through his hair when I feel his hot breath on my nipple. His tongue darts out and flicks the tip, making me groan and arch my hips into his. My back is pressed firmly against the wall and I think about slamming my head against it. I want to feel him. I need to feel him.

  “Please,” I moan.

  “Please what?” He makes me beg.

  This time though, I’m not begging, asking, or waiting.

  I take my hand and lower it between our two bodies. I grasp him in my hand and pull a deep stroke of his hard cock.

  He hisses between his teeth and his head falls back.

  “Fuck, Kayla. I love your hands on me,” he grates out.

  “I love you inside of me,” I whisper in his ear as I put the head of his cock at my entrance.

  His hips thrust up and when he slides in, I let out a breath of air.

  Finally.

  Being connected to this man makes my soul complete.

  His hips begin to move and I can’t keep in the moans as he slides in and out.

  He takes my hand in his and holds it above my head against the wall as his thrusts start to come quicker. Harder.

  “Goddamn it, Kayla. You feel too damn good.”

  “Keep going. Don’t stop, Jordan.” I move my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

  He rests his head in the crook of my neck as his hips piston in and out of me. I can hear his breathing and the occasional moan he lets slip free.

  With each moan of his, I get closer and closer to the edge.

  I turn my head and bite down on his ear.

  “I need something. Oh God, I’m so close. I need something.” I pant. “Harder, Jordan. Harder.”

  He lifts his head and his face is so fierce yet soft around the edges. The passion that’s rolling across his features nearly is my undoing. He removes his hand from my hip and puts it at the base of my throat.

  “You want harder?” he asks as he thrusts harder, shoving me up the wall. “Or do you want dirty?”

  My insides start to tingle. “Both,” I rasp out.

  “My dirty girl.” He pulls my nipple into his mouth and lightly bites down.

  “Not enough.” I growl.

  He pulls out and his hands go to my waist as he lifts me higher up the wall. I find my legs around his neck and that dirty mouth of his at my core.

  His tongue comes out and licks my clit. He takes his teeth and bites down, making my hips twitch and my legs tighten around his head. He inserts his finger and I moan at the sensations he’s giving me.

  He removes his face from my center and lets my body slide down his front until I’m standing on my own feet.

  “I know what you need,” he says as his lips find mine. He walks me back to his bike again and once the back of my legs hit the foot rests, he breaks the kiss.

  “First, you need to taste yourself on my finger,” he rasps out as he puts his finger into my mouth. I clamp down on it, tasting myself. I close my eyes and moan, flicking my tongue on the tip of his finger, sucking hard watching his eyes darken. Just the knowledge that I turn this man on, makes me hot all over. He brings out a side of me that I can’t get enough of. I want to explore any and everything with him.

  He removes his finger and runs it down my neck to my collarbone.

  “Secondly, you need a little bit of pain with your pleasure.” He turns my body by my hips. Once I’m turned around, he places his hand at my back and pushes me gently forward until my breasts are resting on the seat of his motorcycle.

  He then takes my left leg and lifts it by the back of the knee, resting it on the passenger seat.

  I hear his intake of breath as he steps back. I feel his eyes burning into my skin with each second he stares at me.

  “Holy shit, sweetheart. You’re so fucking beautiful. Spread out like this. For me.”

  I gasp when I feel his finger slide over my center.

  “You’re mine, Kayla,” he growls out. “No one is going to touch this pussy but me, ever again.” His hand connects with my ass in a slap.

  I cry out at the roughness of his words mixed with the sting of his palm.

  “Yours. Only yours,” I pant.

  “I just wanted to hear the words come out of that sexy mouth of yours,” he rasps out.

  “Again,” I say shamelessly.

  “Again what?”

  “Please!” I beg, needing the roughness of his hands on me.

  His hand comes down and before the sting of the slap is gone, he pounds into me from behind. His hand grasps my hair at the nape of my neck and he pulls my head back a little.

  I cry out from the connection, nearly exploding from the roughness.

  “Is this what you need?” he rasps in my ear as he
bends over my body, still thrusting in and out.

  “God, yes. Yes, yes, yes,” I pant.

  His hand comes around to my throat again, making my back arch as he pounds into me over and over, making his skin slap against mine.

  I lift my hand up to his around my neck and I press his hand down a little harder.

  He leans forward again, thrusting deep inside of me. His lips trail up the back of my ear.

  “Fucking give it to me, Kayla. Explode all over my cock. Soak me or else I’ll pull out and have you suck my dick until that little cunt of yours misses my cock.” He groans.

  With that, I scream out his name as I come. White dots flash behind my eyelids from the force of my orgasm.

  He roughly thrusts three more times into me, dragging out my pleasure until I feel the warmth of his release inside of me.

  His grunt behind me makes me moan out again. His hand comes up to rub my clit in a fast, hard, demanding way.

  “Oh Jesus, Jordan, oh my God,” I mumbled through clenched teeth, feeling my core tighten again.

  “I know you got one more orgasm. Let it go, baby.” His teeth bite down on my back and when he thrusts two fingers inside of me, I explode all over his hand once again.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispers before he kisses the spot he bit and runs his soaked fingers up my pussy.

  He stands up and spins me around to face him. As he looks into my eyes, he inserts his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean and then he leans down and kisses me with such passion, I can’t stop the way my body melts to his.

  “I think I am falling in love with you, Jordan,” I whisper with so much damn fear, it scares me. “That’s why I’ve pushed you away for months at my bar. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just walk away from you.”

  “Oh, baby,” he breathes as he kisses my forehead. “I know that I love you but before you say those fucking beautiful words to me again, you need to know my demons first.”

  He scoops down and picks me up and my legs go around his waist. He carries me into his office and grabs a blanket off his file cabinet.

  “I was going to use this blanket today for a picnic to surprise you with; however, I have to say, this turned out so much better.” He smirks down to me.

  “I must agree.” I wink as he puts the blanket around my naked body. He walks over to his office chair and sits down in it with me on his lap.