by Brair Lake
I blink. I was so wrapped up in watching her lips, imagining them on my dick that when she spoke, she broke my fantasy. I wasn’t going to lie. ‘Yes I loved her.’
‘What was she like.’
I push Sugar Jay until she’s lying on the bed, and climb over her to straddle her body. Once more I reach for the piece of paper, and this time, I drop it on to her chest. ‘I’m not talking about Emmi tonight.’
‘Was that her name.’
‘Sugar, listen. Tonight I’m going to fuck you. And while I’m inside you. I don’t want either of us thinking of Emmi. Emmi’s dead. It’s just you and me.’
Sugar Jay flips the piece of paper and I watch as she reads what feels like every word. Then she giggles as the paper floats out of her hand to land on the floor. ‘Is that why Layla has Charlie.’
‘Yeah – Now shut up and kiss me. I’ve waited hours for this.’ My head lowers and I finally get to taste her lips. Her taste wraps around my tongue as I thrust into her mouth. The kiss deepening when her fingers hook into my hair. As I swallow her whimper, my lips glide down to her throat. A shiver racks against me as she trembles beneath my touch when I lick her flesh. Her hips thrust up to mine. Her legs hook onto my waist, drawing me in closer. I writher lower. My lips tease the neck of her vest as my nose nuzzles beneath the material in my hunt for her hard nipple. While my tongue and teeth play with the soft flesh of her tits. My hands slide beneath the hem of her tee-shirt to tease the flesh of her stomach.
As much as I want to be inside her. To feel her clamping around me. I take my time. My fingers are light as they trail over her flesh. As I taste her. I want to see more of her. With one last nibble on her tit, I pull back and jerk off the vest and study my prey. My gaze is on her face. It’s flushed, and her lips are puffy. My fingers linger on the silky flesh of her throat before they trace over her collar bone down to her sternum. ‘Sundance.’
‘It’s going to be okay Sugar.’
‘I ache.’
‘Where.’
‘Everywhere.’
‘Everywhere.’
As we word play, I tease the lace edging of Sugar Jay’s red bra and she nods. Her gaze half hidden from me. ‘Want me to ease that ache Babe.’
‘Please.’
Her flesh is just as smooth beneath the bra. Beneath my fingers, and as I tug on them, the buds grow hard. Sugar Jay’s eyes close. Her head arching back as she grips on to the sheet. Her throat is too tempting to avoid and greedily I kiss the exposed flesh, suckling on the skin. As I tease and taste the flesh, her plump mounds spill free of their confines as I free them from her bra, filling my large hand. As I continue to suckle, squeezing the flesh, my cock jerks when Sugar Jay’s wail slithers over my body.
As the blood throbs in my head, and pulses at my cock, I have to remind myself to pace myself. It’s been months since I’ve been inside her. Needing more of her, I slide lower. My mouth leaving a wet trail until I’m at her tit. My teeth tug and nip at the blood gorged bud. Another whine leaves Sugar Jay as she arches into me. Her fingers fierce when she grips onto my hair to pull me closer. I slide lower. My tongue lingers over her stomach, nibbling the tremulous flesh. When my chin hits her jeans, I use my teeth to tug on the zipper. Sugar Jay’s giggle dances through me and I smirk. ‘You shouldn’t be able to laugh.’
Her ‘I’m not.’ Is lost when I tug her jeans lower, and with a bit of a struggle, I manage to free her of the dam things. Her giggle turns to a gasp when I slide my finger through her pussy. My purr vibrates against Sugar Jay as her cream coats my finger. With a shuffle I settle back on me heels. My hands cup her ass while I lower my head.
‘Fuck Sundance.’
‘In a moment Sugar – Be patient.’
Her ‘Don’t tease me.’ Is ignored when I swipe my tongue through her cream and tease her clit. Sugar Jay’s thighs clamp against my head. My cock throbs and my head aches as blood roars through me. My tongue makes another foray through her cream. To dip and slip in to her pussy, then withdrawing. Only to be repeated.
‘Fuck Sundance – Make me cum.’
‘You like that Sugar?’
As her hips twist against my mouth, Sugar Jay’s mumble ‘More than like.’ Makes me smile.
‘Good.’ Then she moans for a different reason when my lips trail down her thigh. My teeth nibbling on the soft flesh. My tongue moving lower to play with her knees. ‘Shit Sugar – I’m not sure if I can hold back any longer.
‘I’m not stopping you.’
My lips latch on to hers. My tongue thrusting into her mouth as I thrust a finger into her wet pussy. Sugar Jay whimpers. Her legs lock my arm in place. When I thrust in her, her whimper mingles with my groan. With each plunge I make, my fingers become coated with her juices. ‘You’re sure ready for me Sugar.’
‘I know.’
‘You want me to take you like this Sugar. With my clothes still on.’
Sugar Jay’s eyes open. Her gray gaze glazed as she stares into me. Her breathing heavy as I continue to finger fuck her. Her bemused gaze drops to my tee-shirt. Her fingers tremble as they yank at the hem. And still I don’t stop finger fucking her as my tee-shirt lay twisted on my arm.
‘Shit Sundance – This is it. I’m cumming.’
‘Guess I’m leaving my clothes on then.’ I don’t wait for Sugar Jay’s answer as I pull on my zipper and push my jeans to my knees. Swiftly I pull my finger free and aligned my cock. My gaze once more going up to Sugar Jay’s. Her gray eyes have the pre-cum leaking out of my cock, and if she said no right now. I’d die. ‘This is it Sugar. Are you ready.’
‘Yes – Now Sundance.’
‘Oh Babe you’re going to dance.’ Then I thrust into her. She is tight, and I fit her snuggly. For a moment, as our bodies lock, we stare at each other.
‘I’ve waited a long time for this.’
‘Me too.’ Then I begin to thrust. Slow at first. My cock teasing her muscles as I draw out, and slide back in. My pace steady as I built my tempo. My cock pulses as she clamps on to me. Her pussy suckling against my cock. I never wanted it to end. My thrusts increase, and I bite on to her throat, sucking the flesh as I pound. With each surge she makes. I go deeper. Her short gasps in my ear, warm me. Then her back arches as she thrusts up to meet my demands. Her scream echoing around the room while her body convulses, and still I pump into her. Only when she gradually calms down, do I find my own release. My back arching as I plunge in one last time. My groan vibrating against her throat as I climax into the condom.
Chapter 11
‘Do you have to hum.’ Violet’s grumble fails to faze me as I continue humming. Apart from a slight ache at the top of my legs, my body is buzzing. In fact, I’ve never felt more alive. My smile broadens at Charlie who coos back at me as I blow raspberries on his chubby belly.
‘Headache Violet?’ I glance over to Violet as she lounges in the large blue overstuff chair, flickering through one of her customary fashion magazine. Her hair is pulled back and she’s blowing gum. When the gum cracks again, I smile.
‘No.’ Violet drops the magazine, her navy blue gaze zeroing on me, and my eyebrow arches. ‘You got laid last night?’
Lifting Charlie to bounce him on my knee, I give a tilt of my head then frown. ‘I thought he’d still be in bed when I woke. But he was gone. Shit, Violet they can’t be out looking for girls every day.’
Violet blew another bubble, her teeth chomping on the gum. ‘You’ll get used to it.’
‘What if I don’t want to get used to.’
‘Used to what?’
My gaze flew to Layla as she drops onto the large red sofa, her bare feet resting on the old blue coffee table. Her toe nails are painted bright crimson. She’s wearing orange shorts and a white tank top and her red hair is pulled back in a floppy bun. ‘Do you look like her?’
Two sets of blue eyes bore into me, and I wish I could take the words back. That my lips hadn’t moved. I want to break eye contact with Layla, while at the same time I know I have
to stand my ground. Now isn’t the time for weakness. A movement at the door catches my attention, and I find myself staring at Crow. His expression unreadable as he remains in the shadows.
‘Like who?’
‘You know – Emmi.’ My tongue flickers over my lips. My throat is parched, and Charlie’s body has stiffened. His gray eyes watching me as his lip begins to tremble. I didn’t want him to cry, not now.
‘Did Sundance tell you about her.’ My head dips back and forth as I place Charlie in his chair. My foot resting on the edge as I rock him.
‘I was nine when she died. But do I look like her? – You’ll have to ask Sundance.’
‘He won’t talk to me about her.’ When Crow shuffles further into the room, I switch my gaze to him. His usual smile is missing. ‘What about you Crow?’
‘I was five. The folks don’t talk about her.’
‘Seems like no one wants to talk about her.’
The slam of Layla’s coffee mug on to the table brings my attention back to her. ‘Forget about her, Sugar Jay. The club already has enough trouble because Trax and Sundance won’t leave the past alone.’
‘I just need to know, if I’m competing against a ghost. Just what my competition is.’
Layla lay back on the sofa and as Crow came to sit beside her, they flash a hooded look between themselves before Layla’s gaze returns to mine. ‘Leave it, Sugar Jay. Emmi’s dead – You’re not. And maybe you and Charlie can stop Sundance from this vendetta.’
‘What about Trax.’
‘If Sundance makes his peace. Trax might follow and stop trying to destroy his family.’
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‘Where do you go in the morning?’ I watch Sundance wipe a soft cloth over the chrome of his bike. Charlie is asleep in his stroller under an old oak tree.
‘For a spin.’
‘Everyday.’ Sundance drops his cloth into an old black box, closing the lid with a slam. With a gentle bounce of his heels he’s soon standing. His blue gaze boring into me. I return his stare. I want answers.
‘Yes. Everyday.’
‘Why.’
Sundance’s gaze left mine to glance over the empty yard. Trax hadn’t returned when he had, and neither had Crabby. Apple - Pie had been just as silent when I’d questioned her about the bikers’ comings and goings. ‘What’s the point of having bikes if we don’t use them.’
‘So it has nothing to do with Emmi and her family.’
‘Why won’t you leave it alone.’
‘Um - It may have escaped your notice but we are lovers.’
‘And you think because I’m in your pants. It gives you cart blanch over my fucking life.’
‘Don’t walk away when I haven’t finished talking to you.’ Sundance continues towards the club. His back straight. I glance at his bike. My fingers clench as I hold back from kicking the blasted thing. Air hisses between my teeth. The slam of the door tells me Sundance has gone inside.
‘Did he go to his room?’ I throw the question at Apple-Pie as she enters the communal room. I wasn’t finished with Sundance yet.
‘Yeah.’
‘Look, Charlie’s outside – Will you listen on him.’ I don’t give the other woman time to answer, as I throw the baby monitor at her. My feet already on the stairs.
The apartment door is still vibrating against the wall while I wait for Sundance to come out of the bathroom. The flush of the toilet telling me it’ll not be long. When he did return to the room. His gaze briefly touches me as he saunters to the dresser to drop his watch on to the surface. ‘Are you going to close the door?’
I count slowly as I carefully close the door. ‘Sundance – I’m going to find out what’s going on – So tell me. Because if you don’t. I think Lizzie will receive great pleasure in telling me when I ask her.’
‘Keep away from the fucking bitch.’
My arms swing behind my back as I cross my fingers. ‘I will if you talk to me.’
‘You don’t let go do you, Sugar.’ Sundance’s chuckle is dry as he drops on to the bed. ‘No wonder Bastian was happy for me to take you off his hands.’
‘We’re not talking about me or Bastion, Sundance. We’re discussing you and this fucking town.’ Sundance’s hand ran through his hair while his gaze fixated on the far wall and I turn to see what he’s staring at. When I don’t see anything, I turn back to the biker. ‘Sundance.’
‘Emmi has an older brother. Minty. As the preacher’s kid, I led a sheltered life and Minty was my hero. Or so I thought. He’s older than me by several months. He wore his hair long, and at thirteen he smoked. I wanted to be him.’
I try to imagine Sundance at thirteen. A kid who’s just becoming a man. ‘What happened.’
Sundance still hasn’t looked at me, and I go and kneel in front of him. My hands cupping his as I attempt to read his face. ‘I pestered him until we became friends.’ Again there’s that dry laugh as he snorts. When he tries to break free of my hold, my grip tightens. ‘Sundance.’
‘It was nothing to begin with. The sly cigarette here and there. The odd beer on a night. Then it was the drugs. Before long I was hooked, and Minty and Sam had me where they wanted me. I began to run errands for them.’
I shiver. I know this life. Although Bastion and the others may not do hard drugs. They know where the money is to be made. ‘Then what.’
‘I thought I was a big man, Sugar Jay. For a couple of years, I did whatever they asked of me. No questions. My payment. The drugs.’
Sundance finally looks at me. His face smooth of all lines apart from the dimples around his mouth as he smiles. There’s a light in his eyes which I rarely see, and I flinch. My throat tightening, cutting off my air supply. I want that look for me. Emmi may be dead. But Sundance still loves her. ‘Then I met Emmi. She was in Sam’s office, and we began to talk. A few months later. I gathered up the nerve to ask her out - And she said yes.’
Sundance falls silent as he strides to the window. Although I want to join him, to hold him, I remain by the bed.
‘She was living with her mama which protected her from who her father was. Thanks to Emmi, I began to break away from Sam and Minty. I got clean.’ Sundance fell silent for a moment, then he’s talking again. ‘I was clean for a while. Shit I should have known they wouldn’t let me go.’
Sundance returns to the bed. His body close to mine. I’m tempted to hold him. To wrap my arms around him and to take the pain away. I want him to stop talking, yet I still crave to know more. I need to know everything.
‘You know about the fire. Sam called me away while Minty burnt the house down, trapping my family inside. Fuck, Emmi was only fifteen. Everyone I loved died that night because of me.’
‘What happened to Minty.’
‘Nothing. Sam protected him.’ Sundance turns to me. His gaze boring into mine and my body shivers. The light is gone once more. His smile missing. ‘Now you know why the Brody’s have to be destroyed.’
I nod as I cup his hand, bringing it to my mouth to brush my lips over the coarse flesh. ‘Bastion would do the same if anything happened to his club or Charlie and me.
‘Now will you drop the subject.’
I lay back on the bed. My fingers fluttering over my stomach as I play with the ring at my navel, tugging gently on the silver heart. My lips curve up as my lashes lower, hiding my gaze from Sundance who’s joined me. His body stretches out beside mine as he pops his head on his hand. The fingers of his free hand dip to the waist band of my low hung jeans, teasing the hidden flesh.
Emmi is dead and she isn’t coming back. I’m alive and I burn for him. I may not be able to compete against the dead. What I can do. Is help him fight his demons. No promises are made as I turn to him. My lips hooking onto his. Last night he had brought me to life. Now it’s up to me to bring him to life. My tongue trust into his mouth. He tastes of bitter coffee and fresh beer. The touch of his fingers sliding into my panties has my clit throbbing. That’s all it takes to make me pant. A slight
touch here. A look there, and I’m his. His fingers rub my tender flesh, and I want us naked. It hurt to break the kiss, but I do as I roll Sundance on to his back. As soon as I’m straddling him, I brush his hair away from his face. My finger traces the outline of his lip. A shudder invades me when his tongue flickers over the tip. Last night, Sundance hadn’t allowed me to touch him. Now I was going to play.
I stroke his straight nose. Trace his eyes. Sundance lay there. His dark blue gaze intent as he studies me. Inside I’m shaking. My experience with men is limited. I also don’t want Sundance to think that I’ve hankered only for him in the last fifteen months. He needs a shave, but I don’t care.
As I stroke his shoulders, his back arches while I free him of his cut. My body shuffles lower. My pussy rests against his groin and I wiggle. I’m going to break Sundance’s composure. It didn’t take long for me to jerk off the checked shirt and plain white tee-shirt. When his chest is bare, I lean against his bent thighs. His protruding nipples catch my gaze and my tongue flickers over my lips as I wonder if I was to bite the swollen buds, would his stomach twitch in torment like mine does when he plays with my tits and nipples. My mouth is wet and I swallow saliva as I lower my head to his chest. My tongue swirls around the brown nub.
Chapter 12
I close my eyes as my mind shuts down and I lose myself in Sugar Jay’s touch. The sweep of her tongue against my chest leaves my stomach clenching. Blood roars through my body. I crave to taste her. To have her lips against mine. Sugar Jay’s mouth is ruthless as she suckles and tugs on my nipple. Her teeth scrapping the flesh. I want her mouth elsewhere, and I thrust my hips up against her, reminding her of my want. We were still cloth to cloth and I want us naked. With a harsh groan, I roll Sugar Jay underneath me. My lips finding hers. Our tongues duel as fingers tangle in hair. I feel Sugar Jay’s loss when she breaks the kiss to roll me on to my back. Her fingers flickering over the muscles of my stomach before they slip beneath the waistband of my jeans and my breath catches at the back of my throat.