I am a fucking idiot.
Her pussy was right there! My cock was on top of it!
Why didn’t I fuck her?
I yank on my hair and bash the back of my head against my pillow.
I’ve been tossing and turning on my bare-ass mattress since I put Dad to bed. I’m bare-ass naked and my rock hard dick points at the ceiling.
It’s after four and there’s no way I’m getting to sleep.
Whenever I close my eyes, all I see is Chastity’s soaking wet pussy with my dick on top. I’ve jerked off twice thinking about it. Coming in my hand did nothing to relieve the need.
I need to fuck her.
If I don’t fuck her, I’m not gonna be able to think about anything else until I do. And I have a lot of shit to get done tomorrow.
I need a release.
I grab my phone and scroll through my list of five-star LA booty calls. Eight gorgeous faces flash by:
Brooke.
Gia.
Jess.
Naomi.
Prue, who is kinky as fuck.
Raya.
Trysta, who would sneak out on her boyfriend to fuck me because she has before.
Yaz, best head I’ve ever had.
They’re all nines and tens. Model hot. And all of them seriously know how to fuck. The kind of sex that is so over the top, it finishes you for days.
I drop my phone on the floor.
I don’t give a shit about any of them.
I need to fuck Chastity. Until I come inside her, I’m not going to be able to think about anyone else. It has to be her.
The scary thing is my balls keep saying over and over, Get her pregnant, Lance. Pregnant. Come inside her without a condom. As many times as you can. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant.
What the fuck? I’ve never wanted to get any chick pregnant. It’s not worth it.
The good news is, condoms. And the pill. I’ll just have to get Chastity on it quick.
Because balls be in control, yo.
I grab them and squeeze hard. I whisper out loud, “Why the fuck did you guys have to pick the god damn virgin?”
I chuckle to myself and drop my head on my pillow.
I roll on my side and stare at my reflection in the mirrored closet door.
Fucking Chastity Shields.
She’s fucked my shit up but good.
I wonder if she’s thinking about me right now?
Probably.
Wait a second.
What was I thinking?
I snicker to myself.
All the chicks in my phone are chicks I’ve fucked before.
I grab my balls again. “You want some strange? Is that it? Will that shut you the fuck up so I can get some sleep?”
They don’t answer, but I know from experience.
It’s all about the strange.
I need to go find me some.
Thank fuck for downtown raves. The after hours house party scene in LA is off the hook. Lucky for me I know where the best ones are at. I’m grinning as I stuff my legs into my jeans and get dressed.
I throw the garage door open and wheel my bike halfway down the driveway. I stop and stare at Chastity’s house.
What the fuck am I thinking?
This is never gonna work.
I circle the GSXR-1000 around and roll it back into the garage.
God damn balls think they can tell me what to do?
Yeah, pretty much.
Fucking balls.
I punch the garage door button and trudge inside the house.
So much for sleeping.
++++8++++
CHASTITY
“Lance!” I scream. “Gimme your crossbow!”
He tosses it to me and I shoot a zombie right between the eyes.
“We gotta git outta here!” He yells it with a Southern accent and pushes me through a doorway in a random abandoned hospital, slamming the door behind us.
There’s just enough light coming through the small window in the door to reveal a cramped broom closet full of dusty cleaning supplies.
Outside, hundreds of zombies lurch through the hospital hallway. We’ve been on the run through the vast maze of the building for hours. It’s so big, I don’t know if we’ll ever escape.
Sometimes Charity is with us, sometimes she’s not. But she always has an assault rifle and is always shooting from the hip at the hordes of zombies and yelling, “Eat lead, bitches!” I tell myself it’s okay for her to curse since it’s the apocalypse.
In the dark broom closet, I’m very aware of Lance’s body pressed up against my back. Despite the chaos outside, this feels like the perfect intimate location for procreating. Since there’s no one left alive to perform a wedding ceremony, not even a justice of the peace, I think it’s safe to assume it’s okay for us to have sex out of wedlock. I don’t think God will mind because someone has to repopulate the planet
I turn around to face Lance.
The muscles of his bare arms ripple hypnotically. His devilish eyes flame as his mouth crashes into mine.
The sound of swelling violins stirs our emotions, fueling our desire. It’s the passionate big screen kiss every girl dreams of.
Until one of the zombies claws at the window behind my head and gasps in a raspy zombie voice, “Chaz! Ti! Tee!” The sound is strangled and gurgly.
Torn from my moment with Lance, I twist around, prepared to put a crossbow arrow through the eyes of the zombie.
It’s my mom.
She’s the zombie.
A mombie.
I always knew she was undead. It explains everything.
I lift the crossbow, preparing to put her out of her misery. It’ll do us both some good.
“Chazzzztiiiiiiiiiteeeeee.” She claws savagely at the glass.
“Do it!” Lance shouts.
I can’t do it.
I lower the crossbow.
“Do it, Chastity! Kill your mom!”
I can’t.
Mombie’s withered face explodes with rage and she punches through the glass, grabbing me by the throat.
I scream.
She starts choking me, her grip impossibly strong.
I panic.
“Let her fucking go!” Lance growls, trying to break Mombie’s grip, but it’s too strong.
I start to black out.
I’m going to die.
In my dream.
A faint thought crosses my mind: if you die in your dream, you die in real life.
Fear takes hold and I fight for my life. I have to break Mom’s grip, or this is it.
“Fight her, Chastity!” Lance shouts, his face full of emotion.
I’m trying, but she’s too strong…
The color leaches out of my vision. My ears start to ring.
The world goes gray.
Then black…
“Chastity!”
I shoot up in bed like a sprung mousetrap, clutching my chest, convinced I have already had a heart attack and am now dying.
My bedroom is dark.
I can’t hear my heart.
Every muscle in my body is frozen with panic.
All I hear is complete and utter—
“Chastity!” A voice hisses outside my window, scaring me half to death. Make that three-quarters since I was already halfway there. “Chastity!”
I stumble out of bed and whip my drapes open.
Lance.
He’s sans crossbow and shaggy hair. But he still looks like Prince Charming knocking at my window, only this prince rides a motorcycle instead of a horse and is covered in tattoos instead of shining armor.
I sag with relief and pull the sliced up window screen aside. I stick my head out the window and whisper, “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“I can,” I frown, “Get out of here! I was having a great dream!”
“It was about me, wasn’t it?”
“No!” What is it with men and their egos? “Would you leave alre
ady? My mom will shoot you if she sees you in our backyard.”
“Does she have a gun?”
“No.”
“Then I’m fine.”
“She has a crossbow,” I lie.
“Bullshit.”
“Get out of here, Lance! I’m serious.”
“Can we talk?”
“Not now! Try me in the afternoon.” I don’t know how much longer I can resist him. He looks incredible wearing nothing but jeans. I’m on the verge of inviting the sexy vampire inside once again.
“Why so late?”
“I have church in the morning. So if you would be so kind as to let me sleep, I might be able to stay awake. Mom hates it when I snore during the sermon.”
“I can go with you.”
“To church? You?”
He nods, “Sure. It might be fun.”
“Fun? Church isn’t supposed to be fun.”
“Why not?”
I shake my head, “Would you quit arguing with me and let me go to sleep?”
“Please. I really need to talk.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
I take a deep breath. “Okay. Hold on a second. I’ll meet you out front. On the sidewalk.” I grab a bathrobe and tiptoe out of my bedroom. I hesitate at the front door. What will Mom do if she wakes up and finds me outside talking to Lance in our driveway in the middle of the night?
Who cares?
I’m eighteen.
I grin as I open the front door as quietly as possible and pad onto the front porch on bare feet. It sure is warm out.
“Hey,” he whispers from the shadows, sitting on the porch swing, his arm draped over the back.
There’s room for me on that swing. My desire to curl up beside him is intense. I would do anything to sway under the stars with him, talking until the sun comes up. But it’s too close to the house. “We can’t talk here. It’ll wake Mom. Let’s talk in front of your house.”
“Sure.”
He grabs my hand without a thought and walks me to the street.
I’m floored he’s holding my hand like we’re… I don’t know. But I like it. A lot. After last night’s disaster, I thought he’d never touch me again.
“How’s your sister? What’d the doctors say?”
“She’s fine.” I’m touched he cares. “Just needs to rest.”
He runs his free hand nervously through his hair. “Good. I’m really sorry about what happened.”
“Don’t be. It was an accident. And you saved her.” Images of Charity flailing spasmodically in the electrified pool prickle my brain. I shiver and bunch my robe together with my free hand.
“You cold?”
“Yeah,” I lie. Right now, I just want to be held.
He pulls me against his chest and I melt into him. His naked pecs ripple against my cheek as his arms wrap around my waist. We’re skin to skin. I feel his heat and hear his heartbeat and it’s wonderful. I could stand here all night. Who knew the sidewalk could be so romantic?
“Anyway, sorry about what happened,” Lance sighs.
“Your dad was drunk, wasn’t he?”
“Yup.”
“Where did he get the alcohol? We didn’t have any and he was at our house all day.”
“Did you see his AriZona Iced Tea bottle?”
“That’s right! Was it full of alcohol?”
“Yup. Whiskey.”
“I never would’ve known. With the label covering the whole bottle, you can’t even tell what’s in it!”
Lance nods, “He’s clever like that. Too bad he’s a total fuckup when it comes to everything else.”
“It’s not your fault. What he did, I mean. He’s your Dad. He should be watching out for you, you know?”
His face knots into a sour snarl. “Yeah. Something like that.”
“Chastity!” Mom hisses. “What are you doing out of bed?! It’s the middle of the night!”
Mother fluffer.
I guess she didn’t get the memo that I’m a legal adult and can do whatever I want now.
Lance releases me and we turn to face her as she strides down the driveway, belting her ankle-length robe around the ankle-length nightgown she sleeps in.
“What are you doing here?” Mom demands of Lance.
He smirks. “Doing where? We’re on the sidewalk in front of my house.”
“Your house. It’s a rental,” Mom scoffs with disgust and rolls her eyes. “Chastity, get inside.”
“No,” I bark.
Record needle screech.
Mom cocks her head, “What?” Somehow, she manages to enunciate every letter in the word.
“I said no.” I say it firmly but calmly.
“You get in that house right now, young lady.”
“I’m not young. I’m eighteen.”
She whips her eyes at Lance. “This was your idea, wasn’t it? Telling her she can do anything she wants now that she’s all of eighteen?”
He shrugs calmly, “She can.”
“Not while she’s living in my house, she can’t.”
“Yes I can, Mom,” I say stridently, struggling to stay calm.
Her eyes bug and a crazy smile wrinkles her mouth. “Ohhhhh, that’s right. You’re an adult now. Alllllll grown up.”
“Well, no, but—”
She ignores me. “I imagine you know everything now. Your ignorant mother has nothing of value to add to your life. You probably have your own apartment lined up already so you can move out any day now and start paying your own bills and do everything else on your own. Does that sound about right?”
“What are you talking about, Mom? I’m not moving out. I—”
“You’re acting like you’re ready too. I would hate to do anything to stand in your way. I’m just your useless mother with her useless rules that you don’t need to obey anymore. Isn’t that so?”
“Mom, I—”
“I also imagine your job at Marble Slab will cover the cost of health care and rent and utilities and grocery bills and—”
“Mom! Stop!”
“Me stop? You’re the one who won’t stop.” Her eyes dare me to disagree.
She didn’t waste any time making me look like a foolish little girl in front of Lance. A grimace creeps onto my face. I can’t help it. Mom is nuts.
“Go inside, Chastity. It’s very late and you need your sleep. We have church tomorrow.” She turns toward the house as if it’s a foregone conclusion I’ll follow her.
“No, Mom!”
She spins around. “No? No what?”
“I’m not going! We can skip church for once. Charity almost died. Luckily Lance saved her.” I throw that in just to spite her. “It was a really long night and we should sleep in. For once. We’ll go to church next week. When Charity is up for it.”
“We will, will we? Now you’re the parent too?” She gasps comically, pressing arched fingers to her chest, completely unaware of how prideful she’s being. “I never realized eighteen automatically qualified you to do your mother’s job.”
“I’m not trying to do your job. I’m just trying to talk sense. You do what you want in the morning, but I think Charity will thank you if you let her skip church and sleep in. Come to think of it, you seem like you could use some rest yourself. You’re acting a little crazy.”
“Oh, that’s just terrific.” She shakes her head. “Are you parenting me now?”
I huff. “No. I’m just saying—”
“Then I suggest you not try and parent your sister either. And since you’ve been an adult for all of four hours, maybe you should leave the parenting to me for the time being. We will not skip church in the morning. Not after the mercy the Heavenly Father has shown us tonight. We need to show our gratitude. I’ll allow your sister to stay home so she can recover after the… incident, but you and I should be there bright and early so you can pray for your sister and I can pray for you.”
/> “For me? Why?”
Her eyes snap toward Lance, “If you can’t see it, then all the more reason for you to be in the house of the Lord on his day so you can reflect on your latest transgressions and ask Him for forgiveness.”
“What are you talking about, Mom? I didn’t even do anything. You make it sound like I’m some sort of criminal.”
“You may not be a criminal, but when you lie down with wolves…” She grins.
“Lie down? What’s that supposed to mean?” I growl. She didn’t find out about me and Lance, did she? Charity wouldn’t have told her, would she? No, she would never do that. Besides, she didn’t have time before she got shocked. Who else knew? Gina from church? Did she pass Lance on her way back to the patio? Did she follow him and listen in on the whole thing? She could have. Maybe she told Mom? I don’t know.
A superior smile eases onto Mom’s face. “I thought you were eighteen. I thought you knew everything.” Her sarcasm is over the top. She snorts self-righteously, “Whose idea was the music anyway? It wasn’t mine. I distinctly remember we agreed on no music. Was it your idea, Lance?” She glares at him.
I cringe. She’s right on both counts. I jump in before she starts attacking him. It’s the least I can do. “He may have suggested it, but I agreed to it. I said it was okay.”
“You said it was okay,” Mom nods gleefully. “Because you’re the parent. I forgot. I’m just nothing, right?”
I chew my lip, gathering my thoughts. “If you’re the parent, why didn’t you make Lance take his DJ gear home?”
“Because you and Lark railroaded me.”
“I thought you were the parent,” I sneer. “And why did you spend all night dancing with Mr. McKnight? You could’ve sent him home too. Then Charity wouldn’t have got shocked. But noooo, you were having too much fun dancing with Mr. McKnight, weren’t you?” Now I’m just trying to hurt her.
She narrows her eyes, her face tight with fury. “Get inside. We’re done. You’re going to church tomorrow, and that’s final.”
I stand my ground. “No.”
“Inside. Now.”
“No.” I fold my arms across my chest.
She lashes out, clawing at my arm. “You get inside this instant!!”
I jump back, “No, Mom! What is wrong with you?!”
She claws for me again.
Lance steps between us, “Easy, Mrs. Shields.”
“Get your hands off me!!” Mom barks at him.
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