by Brair Lake
‘He wanted to get to know his family.’ After another mouthful of soda, I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. My gaze glancing over to the direction of the church. I can only just make out the spire. ‘What are they like.’
‘You’ve met them - Layla and Crow.’
‘Did you know them from before. From when you lived here as a boy?’
Sundance crumples his empty soda can, and tosses it into a nearby trashcan. ‘Kinda.’
‘What do you mean kinda.’
‘I knew their folks.’
‘Did Trax know.’
‘No. I didn’t know Lizzie was his mother until we came here.’
‘Oh.’
Sundance ambles over to me, sitting on the green iron cast seat beside me. His legs stretching out in front of him. His gaze bore into me, causing me to wiggle. Although his stare is making me uncomfortable, I refuse to break eye contact. Finally, he’s talking to me. ‘Yes. Now let’s drop the past and leave it where it belongs.’
I throw my empty can into the trash, shuffling my body until I sit cross legged from Sundance. With a deep breath, I inhale his scent and smile. ‘We can talk about my past if you want.’
White teeth flash when Sundance throws his head back and lets out a deep chuckle. My stomach clenches. I can listen to his laugh all day. Here in the park, I can forget about what happened between us, and pretend our lives are different. That we live in the provable two up two down, white picket fenced house.
‘Your past princess. Let me guess. Bastion and the other River Demons simply spoilt you.’
‘No, they didn’t.’
‘Sure they did - That’s how you ended up getting mixed up with that scumbag.’ My fingers tingle as I stroke Sundance’s arm. My smile grows when he neither flinches or moves away from me.
‘I was in love.’
‘He could have hurt you.’
I brush the hair, which the breeze is blowing, away from my face. ‘No - I think he was too scared of Bastion and Day. He was happy for me to tag along, simply because he knew it would goad them.’
Sundance’s fingers tangle in my hair as he plays with a loose tendril. When he lowers his head, I reach up to him. The kiss is the sweetest thing I ever tasted. Sundance’s lips are soft as they stroke mine. When he gently tugs on my lower lip, I respond with a light hum. When he breaks the kiss to look down at me. I become vulnerable ‘I think I know how he felt.’
‘Was he pissed at you.’
‘He didn’t kill me.’
‘Did he do much damage.’
A shiver passes over me as Sundance strokes my cheek. I want to turn my face into his palm. To kiss the coarse flesh. Instead I hold back.
‘My pride, and maybe my ego. I’m younger than Bastion, and the bastard still got the best of me.’
‘He was pissed at me because I refused to tell him who was Charlie’s father.’
‘He should have spanked you more as a child.’
I shuffle closer until our knees are touching. My tongue snakes over my lips as I stare into Sundance’s gaze. My clit has begun to throb, and my stomach clenches. Sometimes, when I’m with Sundance, my knees shake so much, I have to grip onto a surface or chair for support. And that was how I felt now. ‘Would you have spanked me.’
‘I still might.’
I climb on to Sundance’s knee, pushing him back against the support of the bench. My fingers lace through his strawberry blond hair, and I smile as my lips brush against his cheek. Sandalwood and cedar surround me and I shiver. ‘Maybe I should be a naughty girl?’
Sundance’s hand ran over the lush contour of my jean encased derriere. His fingers kneading the soft, plump flesh, and I bite back my moan. ‘You do that Sugar.’
My moan is deep as I latch on to Sundance’s lip’s. Tasting him, teasing his lips with my tongue before pushing it into his mouth to tangle with his tongue. The soft kiss soon changes to a challenge. To see who will win for dominance. I want to sink my body into his. To merge until we are one.
My whimper grows louder when Sundance slides a hand under my tee-shirt. His fingers teasing the flesh on my back. When his other hand slips down to the fastening of my jeans, I wiggle back a fraction, giving him the access he sought. There’s no protest from me when his fingers slide into my panties to stroke in between the plump fleshy lips of my pussy. I simply growl into his mouth as his finger rubs back and forth.
Slow at first. My moan is more of a demand as I thrust against the hand. My fingers curl into his hair when he flicks my clit, then presses the swollen bud. I freeze, then relax when the tip of his finger finds my opening. Eagerly I thrust against the digit. Encouraging him to slip in deeper. When he does, I bury my head in his shoulder to suck on the flesh at the base of his neck. Each thrust he delivers, has me sucking on him harder.
‘That’s it Sugar. Take me in.’
The first finger is soon joined by a second, and as Sundance builds his tempo, my body coils. My thighs clench against his in my attempt to stave off my climax.
‘Let go Sugar. - Shush relax and let go.’
Still Sundance’s fingers work my pussy. Sliding out, only to surge in. No longer can I hold myself back, and with a shrill cry, I bite into Sundance’s neck as my body rocks. My blood pounding through me as I breathe in deeply.
Chapter 6
As we reach the vacant street bench, I hand Sugar Jay her burger with onions. Since leaving the park, she has neither spoken or looked at me. ‘Are you ashamed of what we did in the park.’
The faint pink flush rising up her throat makes me smile. It isn’t often she blushes. The slight breeze playing with Sugar Jay’s hair tempts me, and I brush it behind her ear. I enjoy watching Sugar Jay. ‘No… Maybe a little. Anyone could have seen us.’
‘They wouldn’t have cared.’
‘Are they so used to you fucking women in public.’
The first bite of my burger, has the chili sauce leaving a slight heat in my mouth, then it is gone. As I chew on the burger, I realize I always have the same reaction to Sugar Jay. Those first couple of minutes in her company, and I’m not sure what I’m going to get.
For a moment I forgot about Sugar Jay. My gaze sweeping up the main street of Burntwood Creek. Although I’ve been back several months, I’m still surprised at how little the place has changed. The townspeople were the same. Maybe just a little older like myself. They were still looking the other way when the bad things happened. My gaze returns to Sugar Jay, and I wonder what she would say. If I told her that at the beginning, Devil’s Comfort, Burntwood Creek’s Charter, nearly didn’t happen as Trax and I came to blows.
I also wonder why it was, I took her to the old church and cemetery and told her about my past and links to this parish. Not all of our members know who I was, or my connection to the Brody’s or to this dump. Shit, I haven’t told Twiggy or Tabby the full story, and I know I have to. The shit is about to happen. My frown deepens, Bastion will be furious if I put Sugar Jay or Charlie in danger, but I’ve gone long enough without them. Over the last few months, I have sensed Sugar Jay drifting away, and now is the time to stake my claim. ‘We weren’t fucking Sugar Jay, just having a little fun.’
Sugar Jay drops her empty wrapper into the trashcan, then searches her purse for a wipe and lipstick. ‘A little fun.’
‘Sure. You needed to lighten up.’
‘Jeez. Thanks Sundance. I feel so much better for having an orgasm in public.’
As I tweak her nose, I chuckle. I’ve forgotten how much I like to touch her. To tease her. ‘Maybe I should give you another one, because the first one seems to have left you all grouchy.’
‘Try it and see what happens.’
I fling my head back as I curve her body into mine. My arm hooking around her shoulder when she tries to shuffle away from me. ‘You’ll be begging me to take you.’
Sugar Jay’s gaze tore up the main road. ‘No, I wouldn’t.’
‘You were in the park.’
‘Te
mporary madness. But I’m over it now.’
My fingers play with her hair as I lean my head over the back of the bench to soak up the afternoon sun. She makes me smile. Even when I am fighting the attraction between us, she makes me smile. ‘What do you remember of our first meeting Sugar.’
Her soft giggle draws me in, and I drop a kiss on the top of her head. Now that she’s mine. I’m going to touch her whenever I want. I aim to break down the barrier she has erected around herself. ‘That I hated you. And Bastion.’
‘He wouldn’t have made you happy.’
Sugar Jay’s snort tickles me. ‘And you will.’
‘If you give me a chance.’
Sugar Jay broke out of my embrace. Once she is standing, she glares down at me, and I curse my cock and its throbbing. ‘You used me Sundance. You fucked me. Then disposed of me like I was yesterday’s trash. And now you want me to give you a second chance.’
My gaze slides to the curled fist while I stroke my right cheek. It was that first bruise that had led me to bedding Sugar Jay. ‘Like I said Sugar. Do you remember our first meeting?’
Sugar Jay’s gray eyes follow my hand and her teeth flash as she smiles. ‘You deserved it.’
‘I was trying to save your honor.’
‘Only to take it yourself.’
‘You wanted me Sugar.’
‘I was full of hormones. Any man would have done.’ Sugar Jay rolls her shoulders. Her gaze fixed on a blond who’s staring at us. ‘Who’s that woman.’
I frown at the blond. She’s fifteen years older, and for the last six months I’ve managed to avoid her. I rose from the bench, my back still on the woman. ‘No-one. Let’s go back to the club, and dirty the sheets Sugar.’
‘She’s coming this way Sundance.’
I turn towards the bike, my fingers curl around Sugar Jay’s arm as I drag her.
‘James.’
The air escapes my body as I turn towards the woman. ‘Aunt Harriot.’
‘I thought it was you. I heard you were back. But you haven’t been to visit.’
‘I’ve been busy.’
‘Too busy with that bike gang to visit family.’
My fingers squeeze Sugar Jay’s, and her fingers squeeze mine in response. The small touch comforts me as I steady my pulse. Again, I curse myself for bringing Sugar Jay into the town I normally avoid during the day. ‘I’ll visit.’
‘Thursday evening, and bring your friend with you.’
*******
‘You know Sundance. You’ve shown me around Burntwood Creek. But I still don’t know you.’
I pass a beer to Sugar Jay as she sat on the bar stool. My gaze sweeps the room, and there’s no sign of Apple-Pie or Charlie. With a shrug, I lean against the bar counter and study Sugar Jay. I’m tempted to reach out and stroke her hair, but I doubt if my body can take any more touching without doing anything. Again I frown as I question myself about taking her to meet my dead family. ‘I’m not deep Sugar. Just that there’s nothing to tell about my childhood.’
‘But you are hiding something.’
I take a long drink of my cold beer, using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth when I was done. My gaze left Sugar Jay’s. I wasn’t hiding anything. I simply wasn’t thrilled about my childhood. I hadn’t been the best son or brother. And it turned it out, I was a lousy boyfriend to my first, and only girlfriend. My laugh is mocking as I remember, and quickly squash Emmi from my thoughts. Shit, if things had been different, Trax and I would have been related.
Sugar Jay places her empty bottle on the bar’s counter and rose. Her hand coming to rest on my shoulder. ‘Whatever it is you’re hiding. I’ll find it.’
I slide my hand to her waist, pulling her body in close to mine. I like her like this, all snuggled up to me. My lips whisper over her throat as they come to rest against her ear.
‘Forget about my past Sugar. It’s boring. Now why don’t we slip to our room before Apple-Pie returns with Charlie.’
‘You said I have to earn my keep like everyone else.’
‘You can do that by keeping me happy.’
‘Is that all you ever think about - Sex.’
Sugar Jay’s ass flexes when I give it a squeeze as I drag her body in between my spread legs. When her pussy rubs up against my cock, I release the groan I’m holding back. ‘What else am I supposed to think about when you’re this close.’
‘How do you do it.’
‘Do what.’
Sugar Jay breaks free of my loose hold. Her gray eyes flashing. ‘Forget how you’ve treated me for the last fifteen months.’
I finish my beer, wondering why people couldn’t leave the past where it belonged. In the past.
‘Did you read my letters.’ Sugar Jay’s cheeks turn scarlet as she avoids looking at me. The shake of her head, slow. ‘Then the past doesn’t matter, and we start from today.’
I hold my hand out, and she glances at it. Her smile bright as she accepts it. ‘Talk to Apple-Pie or Violet about work. I’m sure they can find you something.’
‘No sex.’
I sputter on the last of my beer. My eyes watering as I cough. Fuck, I want sex. No, I crave sex after my long celibacy. ‘You don’t mean that.’
‘We’re getting to know each first Sundance.’
‘We’ll get to know each faster if we’re having sex.’ My gaze shifts around the club, it’s quiet. Trax and Chilli are out. Crabby and Quick Draw are in Nightshades, which left a few stragglers in here. Swiftly I hurl Sugar Jay onto the counter. Her squeal pierces my ear, which I ignore with a chuckle as I settle between her legs. My lips close to hers. ‘No Sex - I’ll have you begging for sex in five minutes.’
Sugar Jay’s girlish chuckle leaves my stomach twisting. I prefer her when she is laughing to scowling, and idly my fingers glide over her denim covered thigh. Her slight tremor has the blood racing to my cock, and I ache to be inside her. To have her legs clasping my body tightly as she thrust against me. The lure of her throat has me reaching over to taste her flesh. I grip her waist as I pull her closer. The white of her neck as she arches back, draws me in, allowing me the access I crave. Her purr echoes the thunder of blood in my head. ‘Maybe not even five minutes Sugar.’
Sugar Jay fell back, her weight resting on her arms. Her legs hook around my waist. When her tongue grazes her lips, my head lowers. Sugar Jay evades my touch with a twist of her head to the side. ‘I’ll not be the one begging Sundance.’
My hands slip under her tee-shirt. My thumbs flicker the hard nubs and my smile grows when she closes her eyes, her neck arching back as she exhaled. ‘I think you will be Sugar.’
Sugar Jay’s eyes open. Gray stare directly into blue, and the pulse in my cock, jerks heavily behind my pants. With a sudden shove of her hands, Sugar Jay frees herself of my hold. Her arms looping around my neck as she straightens herself. Her lips find mine to feast on my greedily. A moan escapade me as I push my tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Although my hands itch to return to her tits, I keep them on the counter. I want Sugar Jay to beg for my touch, and to do this, I’ll have to withhold it.
As the kiss deepens, my eyes fly open when Sugar Jay releases the catch on my jeans. Her fingers slipping beneath my zipper to grip my dick. A feral groan erupts from me as I thrust into her hand. My fingers curl into the counter while Sugar Jay pumps my shaft. Her tongue thrusting into my mouth with each stroke she makes. Fuck, I want to cum. I smile into Sugar Jay’s throat as I tear my mouth away.
‘Who’s going to be begging?’
My smile deepens as I thrust against the increasing pressure. The bitch has the table turned, and I don’t care. All I’m aware of, is the warmth of Sugar Jay surrounding me, and I’m about to cum.
‘I guess fairs play, Sugar.’ I don’t see Sugar Jay’s smile, but I sense it against my ear as her grip tightens. Her thrusts building up while she pumps me harder and quicker. ‘Fuck. Sugar. I don’t care which of us is begging, but don’t you stop.’ My eyes close. My lips
latch on to the flesh just above the beating pulse on her neck. ‘Fuck, Sugar. I’m going to cum.’
Sugar Jay opens her eyes. Her gaze clashes directly with Apple-Pie’s as she walks through the door.
‘Fuck.’
Chapter 7
With a snigger, Apple-Pie ducks low when I throw the cloth at her. ‘What happened to playing it cool.’
‘I am.’
‘It sure looked like you were last night.’
I hide my smile, as I retrieve the cloth, rinsing it out before folding it over the tap. ‘We didn’t have sex.’
Apple-Pie’s eyebrow rose as she pours the coffee, placing the kitten motif mugs onto the worn table. ‘What was that you were doing in the club when I arrived.’
‘I was showing Sundance who would be begging first.’ My chuckle fades as my gaze clashes with the kitchen door. When I woke, the bed had been empty and cold. Sundance’s body heat long gone. I should be used to him not being in bed when I wake, but I’m not.
‘Yeah.’
‘Yeah.’
Apple-Pie sips her coffee, her gaze thoughtful as she studies me. ‘Look I can move you to another room if you want. Sundance was just being an ass when he said you’d have to work like the other girls.’
‘What - And have him think I’m running scared because of what happened last night.’ I smirk behind my mug. I was quite happy to continue sharing a room with Sundance, and see no reason to change rooms.
‘Just make sure you’re not setting yourself up for a fall.’
‘I’ve had fifteen months to think about Sundance and me.’ My gaze drops to the coffee, and I watch my finger circle the rim of the mug. Did I know what I was doing. Hell, sometimes I don’t know what day it is when I’m near him. What I do know, is since our first meeting, I have wanted him. No matter what anyone believes. This isn’t an infatuation. Fuck, the two nights I spent with him, had failed to get him out of my system. ‘What would you do?’
‘If Crabby had done to me what Sundance has done to you. I’d probably have killed him.’
‘Yeah. But you knew he wanted you.’