by B. B. Hamel
I kiss her inner thigh and stand, pulling my fingers from her pussy. She goes to slide off the table but I push her back, pinning her there. My cock’s at the perfect height as I slowly ease myself against her. She leans back against the wall, hands up above her head, pinned there by the wrists. I use my free hand to slowly guide my cock inside of her, and one easy thrust fills her to the brim.
“Oh, shit,” she gasps softly, head tipped back. I pin her tighter as I slowly start to fuck her. She looks back at me and I kiss her, hungry for her lips, starving for her moans. As I work her pussy, thrusting deep and moving my hips, I can feel sweat beading on my skin.
I release her wrists and she wraps them around me, digging her nails into my back as I start to fuck her faster. I hold onto her hips, keeping her pressed against me tight, working my hips back and forth to slide against her clit. She groans as I fuck and grind into her, taking her deeper into bliss.
She bites my shoulder and I grunt in response, my own cock ringing with pleasure. I fuck her faster and her nails dig harder. I grab her hair, pulling it back in response, and she gasps, laughing a little bit. I grin and kiss her exposed throat.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says. “I didn’t know I would.”
I pull it a little tighter, making her gasp softly. “Pain makes it feel better,” I say. “Not everyone figures that out.”
“Yeah,” she whispers. “But it’s also you. Taking me.”
I feel like that lights my whole body on fire. I push her back against the wall, watching her breasts as I start to fuck her harder. I pull her hair again and move faster, rocking into her pussy, fucking her deep and rough.
Normally I’d turn her around and taste that little ass, but for some reason, I want to look into her eyes. I want to see her come, foreheads close together. I keep grinding and fucking and I pull her close again as her moans get louder and more
“Come for me, little rose,” I whisper in her ear. She tenses and works her hips as I fuck her faster and harder. “Come on my big cock, nice and deep. Let it all go.”
It starts in her throat, a low moan. Her eyes roll back and her whole body tenses as the orgasm pushes through her like a wave. I fuck her as she comes, moving faster, grinding harder, and I don’t know how long I can take this. She’s incredible, so fucking sexy, and her pussy feels like pure heroin coursing through my veins.
She finishes a moment later and meets my gaze, her face intense, her mouth hanging open as she starts to work her hips. But it’s that look, that need and desire, that pushes me over the edge.
I come hard inside of her, thrusting up into her pussy as I grasp her ass. She groans, helping me out with those amazing hips. It’s like bliss, like heaven, as I press my forehead against hers and come inside that tight pussy.
We both laugh when we’re finished. I don’t know why. I guess it doesn’t matter, and there’s no real reason. We’re laughing with relief, with pure joy, with that incredible knowledge that there’s so much more still to come.
We get dressed, and slowly her smile fades away. I watch it happen in real time, like a robot powering down. By the time we both have our clothes on, she’s avoiding my gaze.
“Hey,” I say, stepping up to her. “What just happened?”
She tries to fake it, but I can see right through her. “Nothing. What do you mean?”
“A second ago, you’re all smiles. Now you look like someone killed your puppy.”
She sighs, glancing away. “It’s just, I was thinking.”
“Always a bad start.”
She shoots me a glare. “Don’t be a dick.”
“Okay, okay, sorry. Go ahead.”
She takes a breath and lets it out. “Look, I just want to say, you don’t owe me anything more than… this.” She gestures at the table where we just fucked. “You know what I mean?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You don’t have to like… date me. Or even like me, I guess. It’s just enough that you… help me.”
I laugh softly. “Is that what you’re calling fucking now?”
“You know what I mean,” she says, glaring again. “Look, I’m giving you an out, okay? We can keep it casual.”
“I don’t want to keep it casual.” The words tumble from my mouth like bombs, words I never thought I’d say in a situation like this, but I know they’re the truth.
She meets my gaze, surprised. “What?”
“I don’t want to keep it casual,” I say. “We don’t have to play this fucking game anymore, okay? I want you, Lizzie. Shit, as pathetic as it sounds, I think I’m falling for you.”
That smile slowly creeps back onto her face. “Really? Big, bad Jonas, falling for me?”
“Don’t piss me off.” I’m grinning, though, as she steps closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I think I’m falling in love with you, okay?”
“I know.” She blinks up at me innocently.
“Don’t Han Solo me, little rose.” I take a handful of her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp and smile.
“Okay, okay. I’m falling for you too, Jonas. Despite your best efforts.”
I grin like a moron, finally letting it all go. I kiss her slow and deep and there’s nothing else, nothing outside, nothing to stop me. This is what’s been pressing at the edges of my mind ever since Lizzie walked back into my life.
And now, finally, I don’t have to be afraid anymore.
20
Jonas
We leave the grow room not too long later, walking hand in hand. I feel fucking weird, holding her hand like this, but it’s too right to stop.
That’s when we find Ezra leaning up against the wall across from my office.
He looks over, a tight frown on his face. His eyes glance down at our hands and back up as something like rage crosses his expression.
“Ezra,” I say, stepping forward and dropping Lizzie’s hand.
“Are you fucking my sister?” he growls at me.
I take a sharp breath. “It’s not that simple.”
“You fucking cunt,” he roars, coming at me.
“Ezra!” Lizzie screams and steps up in front of me, putting herself between us. Ezra growls and shoves her aside, slamming her head into the wall. She crumples down to the ground, groaning and touching her skull where it impacted.
My vision goes red. I know that’s a cliché, but it’s literally true in my case. Ezra tries to tackle me, but I throw him off, smashing him into the wall. I slam my fist into his face once, twice, making him stumble. He hits me back but I barely feel it as I grab his arms and throw him over my hip and onto the ground.
I get on top of him, growling like an animal. Blood drips from my face, and I guess he broke my nose, but I can’t feel it. I smash my fist into his meaty face again, and again, and Ezra’s groaning underneath me, but I can’t stop until I feel a pair of hands on me, pulling me away.
“Stop, Jonas, stop.” It takes me a second to realize that it’s Lizzie, pulling me off her brother. “You’ll kill him.”
Ezra groans, still conscious and still alive. I pull myself away from him and stand up, shrugging Lizzie off.
“Can you hear me?” I ask him, crouching down next to his face.
“Fuck you,” he grunts.
“You’re scum,” I say. “Just like Royal.”
He tries to spit at me, but I move out of the way. I stare down at him as he pulls himself into a sitting position.
“I’m buying you out of Half Pipe,” I say. “I’m giving you back your original investment plus twenty percent, which is way more than you fucking deserve.”
“Fuck you,” he says. “Fuck both of you.”
“You’ll take the money and sign the papers. Because if you don’t, I’ll fucking kill you.” I crouch in front of him again, meeting his eye. “You know that, right? You know I’ll do it.”
He meets my gaze for a few seconds, and I stare right into his soul. He knows me, and he knows what
I’m capable of. I may have softened and gone legit, but there’s still an angry, dangerous man inside of me just begging to get loose. He knows what I’m capable of. He’s seen it.
“Fine,” he says. “But I get the apartment. You move you. And bring your whore with you.”
I stand. “Gladly. Call her a whore again though and I break a finger.”
He winces and looks away. I sigh and turn to Lizzie. “You okay?” I ask her.
She nods, horror on her face. “I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t… he started it.”
I nod once and take her hand, pulling her away. We leave Ezra sitting there, bleeding from his face. People are filtering into the hall now as I push past them.
“Jonas, you okay?” Lane looks concerned as we pass the café.
“Fine. Make sure Ezra gets looked at.”
She nods as we move past her and outside. Lizzie clings to my hand, hurrying to keep up.
“What are we going to do?” she asks.
“We’re going back to the apartment and we’re going to pack.” I stop and face her, hands on her shoulders. “You don’t have to come with me. You can leave if you want, and I wouldn’t blame you, after seeing that. I told you, Lizzie, I’m a bad man. But… I won’t hurt you. I can promise that. I won’t ever put my hands on you.”
She nods slowly. “I know you won’t.”
“Good. I’m going to get what I can and head to a hotel. From there I’ll find a new apartment. You can come, if you want.”
“I’ll come.” The words are almost whispered. She steps closer, puts her fingers tentatively on my nose, a little smile peeking out from the corners of her mouth. “Think it’s broken?”
“It’s broken,” I say.
“Better heal straight.” She grins even more. “You’ll be pretty ugly if it doesn’t.”
I grin at her, head cocked. “Not the first time I’ve had my nose broken and I bet it ain’t the last.”
She laughs softly and kisses me. I pull her tighter, and together we walk to my Jeep, get in, and slam the doors shut. She puts her hand on mine as I start the engine and we pull off, top down, wind in our hair.
21
Lizzie
One Year Later
“Congratulations!” I grin huge, feeling genuine excitement. The guys have worked so hard for this moment, and it feels great to finally see it all paying off.
“Thanks,” Don says, a little bashful but still grinning. He’s decked out in Nike gear, his brand new sponsor. The papers were finished and signed only a couple hours ago.
“How’s it feel?”
“Fake,” he admits. “I know I’m ready for this, but I just. Never… believed, I guess.” He makes a little helpless shrug.
“Jonas has that effect.” I smile, looking across the crowded room. Jonas is talking to Vinny and Shrink, sneaking them some drinks and laughing at something.
Half Pipe is crowded for Don’s signing party. Jonas emptied out the café to make room for all this, and he’s selling weed at cost to anyone of age, plus an open bar. The place is packed with more outside playing games in the parking lot, a bunch of skater guys here to celebrate for Don.
But Don himself, he just looks uncomfortably happy, like none of it is real.
I can understand that feeling. I’ve felt that way a few times over the last year, ever since Ezra signed the papers and disappeared. I still have no clue where my brother is, but I think about him a lot less.
I just don’t need to think about him, after everything he did. Jonas and I found our own apartment after searching for a week, and we moved in together right away. It was probably stupid and I know my mom was livid but I’m not living for my mom any more, or for anyone for that matter. I’m living for myself, and being with Jonas makes me feel better than I ever could have imagined.
Now we’re here, a year later, and Half Pipe is doing amazing. Jonas is in talks to open a new skate shop across the street, and I’m going to help him run it. I still bike every day, for longer and longer these days, and I’ve been thinking about entering a triathlon.
Life is good. It’s not always easy and it’s never simple but it’s so good. For the first time in a long, long time, maybe ever, I feel happy and content, and it’s easy to see why.
Jonas is like a magnet, pulling good things toward him, and I just want to be nearby to soak up some of that goodness. Every day it gets a little bit better, and every day I can feel myself starting to shed all the layers of darkness and pain I’ve put on over the years.
I don’t talk to Royal, and I don’t go over that house. My mom gave birth to twins and I babysit them almost twice a week, but I make sure she brings them to me and Royal is never with her. That’s working for us, and although I’m worried about my little baby half-siblings, they’re good kids and cute as buttons. I’ll make sure they have a good life, no matter what.
As I’m looking across the crowd, Jonas catches my eye and winks. He motions for me to come to him, and I smile.
“He beckons,” Don notes with a grin.
“Hard to say no to him, right?”
“Really is. Glad I didn’t. That guy changed my life.”
“Mine too.” I smile at Don and head through the people, saying hello when I spot someone I know, before finally ending up near Jonas once again.
His beard’s a little thicker, his eyes are a little brighter, but he’s no different than he was a year ago. At least, not on the surface.
Inside, he’s calmer. He’s not so quick to anger. He thinks before he acts and he tells me, every single day, how he feels.
“I love you, you know that?” he says, pulling me against him.
Vinny groans. “Get a room.”
“This is our room, dickhead,” I say to him, and kiss Jonas. “I love you too.”
Jonas grins and lets me go. “The boys here are just jealous. Vinny, when’s the last time you had a lady touch that shriveled little thing you call your cock?”
“Your mom did it for me last night,” he grumbles.
Jonas laughs, a dark and intense laugh. “Run away now, kid, before I kick your ass.”
“You’re all talk, Jonas,” Vinny says, but he’s already walking away. Shrink gives me a grin and follows his friend.
“How are they taking it?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “Not too bad. I think they kind of expected to get signed, too.”
“Poor guys.”
“Don’ll take care of them. I’m not worried.”
“Good.” I squeeze his hand, looking around the room. “You pulled this together. I’m impressed.”
“Eh, least I could do. I mean, shit, it took me long enough to release that video.”
“But when you did…” I trail off, and shrug.
Don’s little film went viral. I mean, as viral as a skate film can, at least. He got thousands of views and the forums and subreddits were all buzzing about him. Don and Jonas immediately capitalized on the attention, filming another couple videos in quick succession, both of which got some serious buzz and traction, which is what led to Don getting signed by Nike. Now he’s a real pro skater, with all that comes along with that.
“No more little movies,” Jonas says. “It’s almost sad, you know?”
“You enjoy it,” I say, shrugging. “Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone new.”
“Definitely no shortage of applicants.”
I laugh, remembering the time a couple weeks ago when he showed me his email inbox and how full it is with skaters trying to work with him.
“Not such a bad problem to have.”
“Nah, but you know me. Always busy and always complaining about it.”
I smile and get up on my tip-toes to kiss him again. “It’s what I love about you.”
He palms my ass, grinning, and kisses me back. “I should go mingle,” he says.
“Good. Get to it. I’m going to check on my crop.”
> “Have fun.” He winks and heads off into the crowd.
I wander out alone, back into the hallway, and head toward the grow room. I enter the code and go inside, into the blessedly quiet space, shutting the door behind me to block out some of the music.
When Ezra got bought out, Jonas needed a new grower. He interviewed a ton of people, but eventually he gave it up once I started spending more and more time in here. At first, I had no clue what I was doing. I made a million little mistakes early on, stupid things I’d never do again.
But now, one year later, I have the hang of it. There’s nothing quite like growing plants. I walk through the thin rows, my fingers trailing along the plants, skimming their leaves. I whisper to them, tell them that I love them and want them to grow. I named a bunch of them although there are too many to really name them all.
And they’re growing, big and beautiful. I know these plants are technically a drug, at least a legal drug in California, but that doesn’t matter to me. There’s something incredible about growing something. I never really pictured myself as a farmer but now it’s all soil balance and light levels.
I lose myself for a while, doing some boring manual work that needs doing, when the door opens at the far end. Jonas slips inside and smiles at me.
“I got you something,” he says, hands behind his back.
“Oh, yeah?” I brush dirt off my jeans and walk over to him.
He grins and brings out a piece of cake. I laugh a little and take it from him. “You know me so well.”
“Yes, yes, I do.” We kiss again and I lean up against a table, biting into the cake. He yawns and stretches a little bit before cocking his head, hands hanging at his side.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“That’s always a mistake.”
He grins but lets it slide. “We should get married.”