by M. N. Forgy
It’s champagne-colored and has little lace flowers all over the front with see-through lace on the side. It is strapless and goes past my feet with a small train behind it.
“I love this one,” I exclaim, looking for the price tag.
Its cost is a little high, but I have saved up some checks from work so who cares.
I grab some matching shoes and check out.
“Let’s get some food. I’m starving,” Cherry says, dashing across the street to a burger joint, heading to the sectioned-off patio.
I grab the menu, looking for something to order, when it’s snapped from my hands.
“You have to get the Trucker Fries. It’s delicious.” She rolls her tongue across her lips for effect.
“Sounds good,” I laugh.
My phone chimes, catching my attention.
Find a sexy dress? - Shadow
Very sexy. - Dani
Not too sexy, though. - Shadow
Earth-shattering. - Dani
You can’t go then. - Shadow
I laugh.
Nice try. - Dani
“Man, I miss Phillip,” Cherry confides, stirring the straw in her cup, her sad face reminding me Phillip went to jail and here I am smiling like an idiot at my phone, clearly giving away I was talking to Shadow. I shove my phone in my pocket, feeling like a bitch.
“Why did he go to jail?” I ask.
“I don’t entirely know,” she admits, arranging packets of sugar. “The club got into some shit on a run, he took the fall for Bull is all I know.”
“Wow, that seems shitty,” I reply.
“Phillip did what he had to. He protected his president and for that, Bull will forever have his back,” she states, moving her hands for the waiter to put our food on the table.
“This life is rough, but it’s a hell of a ride,” she tells me with a Cheshire grin.
“How did you and Phillip meet?” I ask, taking a bite of my fries.
She laughs while looking out over the crowd.
“I used to be a wild child before I met Phillip. You and Shadow aren’t the only ones who grew up with troubled childhoods.” She stirs her salad with her fork as she speaks.
“I left my home when I was fourteen. My dad was an abusive drunk and my mother left when I was just a baby.” She looks down at her fries as she continues. “I had to provide my own way of living, and let’s just say, it wasn’t honest.” She looks up and smiles at me wolfishly. “One of the ways I would score money was pick-pocketing; I would wear next to nothing and pretend my car broke down on the highway. One day, Phillip showed up to help me with my car, and I snagged his wallet.” She grins as she tosses her strawberry hair over her shoulder.
“You weren’t afraid of him?” I ask, shocked. There would be no way in Hell I would think about stealing from a biker.
“Where I grew up, men like Phillip were your neighbor,” she responds, her face not giving anything away that she might be joking.
“Anyway, he didn’t get too far before he noticed I swiped it. Hell, I hadn’t even pulled onto the highway before he came back asking for it. I tried to pretend like I didn’t have it, but he bent me over the hood of my car and pulled it from my back pocket. Before he got on his bike and drove off, he asked me for my number.” Her face lights up into a big happily-ever-after grin as she finishes her story, making me smile for her.
“Not your everyday story to tell your kids how you met, but it’s ours,” she finishes, taking a bite of her fries. She throws her hair over her shoulder and looks at me, waiting for my reply.
“I love it. It’s not any of that pretend bullshit that happens in the movies or in fairytales you read as a kid. It’s real and it’s raw, exactly how love is supposed to be: unexpected and unpronounced.”
She nods. “Exactly. We were two damaged souls who found each other.”
THE REST OF THE week goes by at a crawl. Shadow texts when he can, but it’s still lonely as hell.
What are you wearing? - Shadow.
A ripped Budweiser shirt and white panties. Sexy, right? - Dani
Sounds hot, show me. - Shadow.
I bite my lip in embarrassment as I adjust the phone and take a selfie.
I’ll be using this later. - Shadow.
What are you wearing? - Dani
Seconds later, my phone chirps. I open it and see a naked Shadow against a white background.
I’ll be using this later, as well. ;) - Dani
You better not; you will wait for me. - Shadow
We’ll see about that.
Tonight is the fundraiser, and I am in no mood to go. I take a long shower and finally decide to get dressed. I thought if I took my time getting ready maybe Shadow would show up, but I’m going to be late if I stall any longer. I slide my dress on which hugs my curves and curl my dark hair. I pull on my matching champagne-colored heels and walk out the door. Not sure how I’m going to get to the fundraiser, I pull my phone from my clutch to call a cab; I really need to get myself a license. As I’m searching my phone, a long, sleek black limo pulls up. The driver, wearing a suit, gets out and opens the back door, his white gloves standing out amongst the night. I stand there staring oddly; it can’t be for me.
“Lexington?” the driver asks in a thick accent.
I nod and proceed to the opened door. I slide into the limo and see a black rose sitting on the seat with a letter under it.
“You said only the most important people are showing up. You, being the most important, should arrive in class.” - Shadow.
I can’t help the giggly laugh which escapes me, but seeing the rose and letter make me miss Shadow even more.
The limo is luxurious with leather seats all around and gold running lights along the top. It has a little TV, which is turned off near the front, and beside me is a little mini bar. I’ve never been in a limo, not even for prom.
We arrive to the big event and I’m nervous. It’s a huge building with a round glass dome in the center, and there are lights flashing from cameras and limos from one end to the other.
The driver pulls up to the red carpet and someone opens my door. I place my foot out and immediately cameras begin flashing at me. I don’t know why they are taking my picture; I’m not famous. I shield my eyes with my arm, trying to get past the rush of people and praying I don’t trip on my long dress, when someone loops their arm with mine and gently pulls me forward.
“Thank you. That was crazy,” I laugh, straightening my dress. I look up at the person who rescued me to find a very handsome Shadow wearing a tux.
“You made it,” I say with a smile.
“I made it,” he replies, grinning. “You look fucking hot in that dress. It’s not leather, but mine looks just as good in lace,” he whispers in my ear, his voice still managing to be deep and sexy, causing my skin to heat with affection.
He looks hot himself, dressed in a black and white suit with a red tie.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I admit, trying to mask the lust in my tone.
“I know that look,” Shadow says with a raised eyebrow.
I turn my head away, caught in my naughty schemes.
“Finally,” Mila cries, walking our way. “Shadow, don’t you look dashing?” She looks him over, sizing him up.
Shadow nods in the man-way he does.
“The governor is about to give his speech, so please find your table,” Mila pleads, pushing us.
We step up to the double doors that enter into the dome, but a group of people who have stopped to talk to each other have blocked it, making it hard for anyone to get in. I look across the way and spot a black-haired woman, her face seeming familiar to me. She’s wearing a tight, red dress, which trails behind her, and her dark hair falls to her shoulders. She throws her head back in laughter, and when she positions her head just right, her eyes catch mine. She squints before her eyes go wide. She knows me, but how do I know her? She mouths something to the guy standing beside her and walks toward Shadow and
me.
“Shadow, what are you doing here?” she asks, crossing her arms and looking around as if she’s uncomfortable.
“Chelsea?” Shadow asks in surprise. Chelsea, now I remember. She was the girl at the party a while back. I got drunk with Bobby to keep me from killing her. She was wearing leather and made me feel inadequate and that Shadow was out of my league. She was all over Shadow that night and I wanted to beat her ass, but Bobby told me if I made a scene, it would bring mine and Shadow’s secret to light. She looks different now: she has on glamorous makeup, expensive jewelry and hair extensions, which make her black hair fall below her shoulders.
“What are you two doing here?” she whispers.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Shadow asks at the same time.
“There you are, Chelsea, my dear. Who are your friends?” An older gentleman pushes his way through the crowd and slides his arm around Chelsea’s waist, claiming her.
He’s older, much older than her. He has white, balding hair and wrinkles, and I would guess he’s around fifty years old. He’s wearing a suit, as well, with a watch that shines when the lights hit it.
“These are some guests I was just making idle chit-chat with, my dear.” She turns to him, smiling big.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me?” he urges with a smile.
“This is Shadow and Dani,” Chelsea tells him, pointing to us. “Dani and Shadow, this is my husband, Sir Franklin.”
“Married?” Shadow questions.
“Yes, for four years,” Sir Franklin says, pulling Chelsea close and kissing her on the head. “Hard to believe I could manage to keep something so beautiful for so long.” She looks down, her cheeks flushing with shame. A skinny man in a suit comes hustling up toward Sir Franklin and whispers into his ear. When he nods, the skinny man takes off.
“Nice to meet you both but if you will excuse me, I have to watch my brother give a speech now,” he says, tugging on Chelsea’s arm.
“You got to be fucking kidding me,” Shadow mutters under his breath. Who knew Chelsea was out with outlaws, living a double life by cheating on her husband on weekends, while being a high-maintenance, glamorous, gold-digger by weekday?
I grasp Shadow’s hand and go look for our table.
The room is filled with little tables from one end to the other, all draped in white tablecloths of elegance. There are little lights strung along the wall and tea lights on the tables.
I find our names written in cursive on little note cards on a table near the back and sit. I can’t help but look over at Shadow; seeing him in a suit is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. His sleeves are tight where I know his toned biceps rest, and my hands twitch to tug at the tie around his neck.
“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,” the governor says, interrupting my sinister thoughts.
“It is an honor to be here tonight, to help make…”
I lose focus on what the governor is saying when I feel Shadow’s hand slide up my thigh, my dress being too long not stopping him as he starts to rub between my thighs. I slide my hand under the table and run it up his pant leg in return. When my hand reaches his crotch, it’s met with a hard bulge. My eyes slide from the governor to Shadow who arrogantly smirks. He grasps my hand hard, pulls me up from my chair, and heads for the doors.
“Where are we going?” I ask, my heels clicking against the tiled floor.
“We are going to the bathroom. The governor is boring me,” Shadow informs me, pulling me faster.
He pulls me into the women’s bathroom and shuts the door.
“Aren’t you going to lock it?” I ask.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Shadow smirks.
He grabs the bottom of my dress and starts to bunch it up around my hips as he lifts me on top of the cold, granite counter. He reaches for my underwear to find I’m not wearing any.
“No underwear?” Shadow asks, shocked. He narrows his eyes and smirks. “You bad girl.” He slides his finger into my already-wet folds, making my legs vibrate from the pleasure building within them.
I grab him by his tie and pull his mouth to mine then bite his bottom lip and whisper against his plush lips. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not much of a good girl.”
I place my feet on the edge of the counter as Shadow pulls his hard length from the zipper of his pants. He grabs me by the waist and pulls my ass to the edge before thrusting himself deeply inside me.
I throw my head back, the feeling of him inside me and the thought that we could be caught is all very erotic.
He leans down and shoves his nose in the crook of my neck before biting hard. I moan at the piercing pain consuming the area as he continues to thrust his hips forward.
“Yes,” I moan loudly. Shadow clamps his hand over my mouth with a grin. My ecstasy blurring my rationality of where I am.
I grab onto his hair for support as I feel his cock begin to contract. Knowing he’s close, I focus on the feeling of him gliding in and out of me. Shadow begins to pick up the pace, making my back slam against the mirror placed along the wall. His force makes me lose my footing and my foot slips, causing my heel to fall off my foot.
Shadow grabs me roughly as he begins to growl with his release, the feeling of him letting go inside me pushing me over the edge seconds later. Trying to keep quiet from the overwhelming electricity coursing through my body, I clench my jaw tightly, waiting for the cool-down before I unlock my clenched teeth.
I pull myself from my slumped position on the counter. My hair has to be a tangled mess from where I was pressed against the mirror, and my dress is still raised to my stomach.
Shadow leans down, grabs my heel off the floor, and hands it to me.
I place it back on my foot as he tucks himself back in his pants.
I hop off the counter and straighten my dress as Shadow sticks his arm out. “Shall we?” he asks with a laugh.
I loop my arm with his and exit the bathroom. “Dani, can I get a word?” Chelsea asks, pushing off the wall beside the bathrooms. How long was she out here? Did she follow us in the bathroom and see Shadow and me?
He glances at me in question.
“I’ll be right there,” I tell him. I could use the bathroom anyway; I can feel the wetness of Shadow seeping down my thigh.
Shadow looks at Chelsea with disgust before walking toward our table.
“Can we?” Chelsea points to the bathroom.
I nod and follow her to the bathroom I was just in.
I look in the mirror and notice my flushed cheeks and smeared mascara. I look thoroughly fucked.
“I don’t know why you’re here, or what you think you know, but you don’t say shit to my husband,” she demands, slapping her hand down on the counter.
I stop trying to tame my curls and look at her. “You mean about your double life?”
She presses her lips together tightly. “You don’t know shit about my life.”
I sigh, knowing this chat isn’t going to end well, and head toward the stall to clean myself up.
“I know enough to know you’re a lying, cheating bitch. I don’t need to know much more,” I yell, hoping she hears me from the other side of the stall. She remains silent, and as I’m wondering if she’s still there, I open the door to see a flustered Chelsea. She flexes her hands as if she wants to hit me, making me grin; I’m making her lose control. I walk to the counter and wipe away the little bit of mascara running beneath my eye.
“What I want to know, is if you would have gotten a property patch, would you be biker by weekend, wife who bakes cookies by day?” I mock.
She turns a vibrant red and slaps me across the face hard. My head whips to the side with burning crawling across my face. I raise my hand and slap her back as hard as I can, making her head fling to the side. She gasps, holding her face where I hit her with shock woven into her eyes.
“Hit me again and I’ll tear every one of those extensions from your head,” I threaten, lifting my
chin.
“Just stay away from me,” she demands, holding her cheek with her palm.
“You wanted to talk to me, remember? I will stay away from you as long as you stay away from my club.” She raises an eyebrow as if she can’t believe what she’s hearing.
“You heard me. Go find another place where you can pretend like you don’t hate your life. You show up at my club and you’ll wish you hadn’t, bitch,” I seethe with anger.
She slaps the counter in anger before exiting the bathroom. I look in the mirror at my reflection, an image of danger and satisfaction looking back. I grin maliciously; the Devil’s Dust looks good on me.
SHADOW
The sun is casting a glow across Dani’s flawless skin and not being able to sleep, I watch her. My white button-up shirt is way too big for her, hiding her tiny frame within it. She looks adorable as hell this morning.
She’s different since I met her. Once a naive little girl, now she’s a woman as damaged as I am, her innocence and allure her weapon of choice. Who knows what this beautiful creature is capable of?
She was all I could think about on our run. With Bull gaining more connections, we had to meet in person to assure shit went down well with the new buyer. The boys stayed, getting gifts from the other club, which entailed drugs and pussy. I skipped out.
Dani begins to moan as she wakes, making my cock swell.
“How long have you been up?” she asks, her voice strangled with sleep.
“Not long,” I lie. “Did you have fun last night?” I ask her, brushing the hair away from her eyes. The red mark from her face now gone. I was sitting outside the bathroom waiting for her when a raging Chelsea came out of the bathroom holding her face. I was worried something had happened to Dani so I ran into the bathroom, only to find Dani smiling with a matching red mark on her cheek, but of a lighter hue.
“What happened?” I had asked her.
“What had to happen to keep you and my club safe,” she said fixing her hair. I knew then I was more in love with her than ever, and trusted her more than I ever thought I would.
“I’m sore,” she laughs, taking me from my thoughts. Not only did I fuck her in the bathroom at the event, I then took her home and fucked her over the kitchen counter, heels and dress still on; she looked like an angel in that lace. I love to see her in leather, but I might have a thing for her in lace, too. It’s one of both worlds, Heaven and Hell.