Love That Defies Us

by M. N. Forgy

  “Tom was patched in this morning,” Shadow explains, picking Zane up. I smile brightly; Tom deserves it. He has been a prospect for a while now, but apparently he passed whatever the club looks for in patching someone in. There was only one other prospect I had ever met named Charlie, but after his negligence got me kidnapped a couple years ago, I never saw him again. Tom took his place quickly after. The club life is hard, and not everyone is fit to live it. I guess being a prospect is the club’s way of weeding out the unfit.

  “You get some rest,” Shadow whispers, kissing me on the forehead. I don’t argue; I just roll over, clutch my pillow, and close my eyes.

  “Hey, buddy, I got something really awesome to show you,” I hear Shadow whisper to Zane as they leave.

  ***

  Waking up to little whimpers, I roll over to look at the floor and find Rex staring up at me, my pink ballet slipper in his mouth.

  “Hey, little guy,” I mumble into the mattress. I throw the worn sheets off me, climb out of bed, and pick him up. I take the ballet slipper from his mouth, dog spit coating the material. I miss teaching ballet. Being an instructor to little girls is my dream job, but about a month and a half ago they put me on maternity leave. It’s killing me not to dance.

  “I’m surprised Zane is not looking for you,” I mutter into Rex’s soft fur between his ears.

  “You’re up,” Shadow observes, walking into the room, his bare chest displaying a guild of perfected muscle. My tongue slips out and laves at my bottom lip, and my thighs tremble from the uncontrollable thirst to have Shadow, as a sudden warmth crawls between my thighs. Rex starts going crazy in my arms trying to get to Shadow, so I slowly place the puppy on the floor, not taking my eyes off my man.

  “I am awake,” I whisper, my voice breathy.

  Shadow wraps his large arm around my waist and pulls me close with one tug, the puppy crying and scratching at his legs. He dives his face into the crook of my neck, making me arch myself into him in response. The smell of his aftershave and hint of leather lingers on his neck, building that pleasuring warmth into a flaming inferno.

  “Where is Zane?” I whisper, moving my head to the side as Shadow brushes seductive kisses against my neck. Zane is an expert at walking in on me and Shadow.

  “Bobby came and picked him up, took him to pick out a leash and collar for Rex,” Shadow explains, his voice revealing he is just as turned on as I am. “I got you all to myself for the hour,” Shadow whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickling me. He slides his hand from my hip and under my skimpy shirt, his rough touch leaving an electric spark along my skin. He grabs my sensitive breast, causing me to moan loudly and wrap my leg around him. I need this; I need him.

  Shadow walks us to the wall, my feet stumbling as I walk backwards. He grasps both my hands in one of his and holds them above my head, his other hand kneading my breast greedily. My heart rate quickens as I begin to breathe harshly.

  My hands quickly pull the drawstring to his jersey shorts, letting them fall and pool around his feet. His dick springs free, sliding against my swollen belly. He’s hard and his cock is taking on a purplish hue from its engorgement, feeling silky against my skin.

  Shadow thumbs the elastic on my panties on each of my hips, biting his lower lip as he observes my body. He slowly brings them down my thighs. He kneels on the floor, nipping at my skin as he lowers my panties. My knees quake and my pussy pulses from the anticipation. I can feel myself drip from the built-up arousal between my legs.

  Shadow lifts each of my feet, taking my panties completely off. He looks up at me, his deep blue eyes staring back at me. He smirks and looks forward, his face mere inches from my over-sensitized mound. He leans forward and reaches between my legs, sliding a finger through my wetness as he nuzzles against my clit, giving it a slight nip with his teeth. I grab at the wall for support and whimper uncontrollably.

  “You ready for me, Firefly?” he whispers against my clit, his breath tickling me, his tone so damn sexy. I close my eyes and nod. I can’t speak; I can hardly breathe I’m so worked up.

  Shadow stands, grabs me by the hips, and turns me to face the wall. He takes both my wrists in one of his large hands, placing them above my head. He grabs at my waist, pulling my ass out, his hand caressing the right cheek. I feel him guide his silky shaft between my thighs and slowly slide against my warm opening. My head falls back, letting out a feral growl. I hear Shadow chuckle behind me as he slowly slides into me.

  “God, yes,” I moan loudly, pushing my ass toward him.

  Shadow slowly thrusts himself all the way inside me, his dick buried to the hilt before slowly withdrawing. My toes curl into the carpet as he pushes himself inside me again, the head of his dick hitting that bundle of nerves which sparks that blooming warmth.

  His free hand skims over my pregnant belly and up to my breast, giving my nipple a pinch. Like a candle catching the flame, my body responds, my pussy clenching his cock like a vise. His pace is slow and deliciously deep; my teeth grit and toes nearly break from curling into the floor. I feel Shadow pick up his pace from slow to drilling me against the wall. I moan, growl, mew—so many unintelligible sounds leave my mindless mouth as I peak my release. I feel Shadow stiffen behind me, his teeth biting my shoulder as his semen fills me.

  “You are so sexy, Dani,” Shadow whispers into the back of my neck as his pleasure dissipates. A lazy grin spreads across my face as my head rests against the wall. I miss this; I miss us. I wish we had more time for just us. He is my sin and I am his temptation, and together the impulsive desire we have for each other will indefinitely be ours. I turn around and look at Shadow—his defined jaw, dark stubble along his cheeks and those blue eyes staring at me. If Shadow left me, cheated on me, it would kill a piece of me, never to be resurrected.

  ***

  SHADOW

  The ride in this morning is cold as shit, but the feeling of freedom when I ride is worth powering through the chill. Everything in my life seems to be falling into place soundlessly; sometimes I think it’s too good to be true. I am waiting for something to come along, prove to me that nothing is perfect. I know I don’t deserve perfect, and I don’t deserve the love of the woman who is mine, my son who looks up to me like I’m his hero. If he knew the things I’ve done, he wouldn’t look at me like he does. When I showed Rex to Zane, my world as I knew it exploded. His face lit up and his little feet ran faster than his legs could keep up, causing him to fall multiple times. I smiled so big I thought my fucking face was going to split in two. He’s a light to my life all on his own; he gets it from his mother.

  Walking into the club this morning, it’s trashed. Half-naked women are asleep on the bar and beer bottles litter the floor, along with smashed chips and red plastic cups. Bobby walks out from the hallway shirtless, his blue jeans unbuttoned. His hair is a fucking mess and I can’t even tell if his eyes are open. He sniffs and runs his hands through his hair.

  “You missed a crazy party last night, man,” Bobby says, kicking trash out of his walkway. After he dropped Zane off yesterday, he headed back to the club to party. I knew it would be crazy, with bitches throwing themselves at anyone, so I stayed home. I don’t need that drama in my life. Dani may seem innocent and fragile, but once she gets angry she turns a shade of dark only I can understand.

  My foot bumps into a green tennis ball lying on the floor. My eyes narrow as I look down at the lime-green ball. I bend down to pick it up, confused at what the hell it’s doing in here.

  “Dude, don’t touch that,” Bobby laughs. I quickly stop and look at him dumbfounded.

  “You don’t want to know,” he chuckles. He’s right; I don’t want to know. I’ve seen what some of these girls can do with a beer bottle let alone a tennis ball.

  “I think I’m going to get a tattoo today, see if Tarin can do this idea I have for my arm,” Bobby remarks, leaning against the wall. “Wanna go with me? Get your tattoo of Zane touched up?” I look down at ‘Zane’ inked into the crook of
my forearm, the letters tearing into my flesh revealing the sun and clouds. Tarin does all of our tattoos, club colors and all.

  “Yeah, sure,” I respond, heading toward the door. Staying around here and helping pick up trash is not in my plans today.

  Pulling up to the parlor, I notice yellow tape and cop cars parked out front and an ambulance parked at the front door, its lights flashing but no siren. There are news vans parked up and down the street and people standing around everywhere watching. We drive closer and park next to one of the cop cars.

  “What the hell went down here?” Bobby questions, taking his helmet off. I look around, curious myself.

  “Let’s go find out,” I suggest, climbing off my bike. We don’t even have to ask people to move; they nearly throw themselves out of our way as we head toward the tattoo parlor.

  “Stop right there, sir,” a cop says, holding his hand out. His head is bald except gray curls on the side, his mustache a darker gray and curling on the ends.

  “What happened?” Bobby asks the officer.

  “Are you family?” the cop responds, tilting his head to the side, crossing his arms, and widening his stance.

  “Kinda’; we’re close,” Bobby explains. The policeman looks behind him at the open parlor door and then back at us.

  “Valentine’s Day Massacre got em’,” the cop whispers, shaking his head back and forth. “I have never seen anything so grotesque in my life,” he continues. My eyes narrow and my mouth parts in disbelief.

  Another police officer runs out of the parlor, his hand over his mouth. When he makes it a foot out the front door, he throws up all over the sidewalk.

  “What the fuck, man?” Bobby yells, stepping back.

  “You guys seriously have no idea who is doing this?” I ask, trying to look into the parlor.

  “I can’t discuss that with you. Now if you’ll please step behind the yellow tape.” The cop points to the tape, dismissing us. My narrowed eyes turn into ones of anger before walking back to my bike, Bobby following me.

  “This shit is getting serious,” Bobby clips. I turn around to look at him.

  “Think it’s coincidence the last two murders were people the club was associated with?” I question. Bobby’s head whips toward me, his eyes furrowing with thought.

  “Damn, I didn’t even think about that. I don’t know, it could be by chance, but it’s something to bring to Bull’s attention,” he adds.

  Arriving at the club, it’s spotless; you can’t even tell there was a party here last night. Hawk is sitting at the bar reading a paper. He is fucking old, and his temper proves it. I look around, not seeing anyone else, probably all too hung over to crawl out of bed.

  “Where is Bull?” I ask, stepping behind the bar and grabbing a beer.

  “Dunno. He left late last night, haven’t seen or heard from him,” Hawk mumbles, running his hand through his black and white hair.

  I nod. Bull leaves for a couple days then comes back. He doesn’t tell us where he is, and I don’t ask.

  “Those murders around the town, think it could be club-related?” I ask Hawk. He smacks his lips and looks up at the TV which is going on about the recent murder.

  “Fuck if I know,” Hawk admits.

  “Weren’t there some other murders before Neller and Tarin?” Bobby asks, grabbing a beer for himself.

  Hawk rubs his face. “Hmm, one was some hot-shot lawyer, I think his name was Sawyer,” Hawk replies, still rubbing his face. Bobby’s face goes pale as he stares at Hawk.

  “What?” I question, the hairs on my neck standing from the look on Bobby’s face.

  “Sawyer is one of the lawyers Bull pays under the table,” he informs. That’s another victim we’re associated with.

  “Shit,” I mumble. It won’t take long before the cops put the pieces together and show up here asking questions.

  “We really need to get Bull here,” Bobby responds, throwing both of his arms behind his head.

  “It could mean nothing; calm down, pretty boy,” Hawk gruffs, grabbing his paper.

  Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I want to do something special for Shadow. I know men don’t really care for gifts so I will give him something he always wants: sex. Hopefully my gift of sex will work; who knows what the club will need, or if Zane will behave tomorrow night. I look at myself in the mirror; my hair pulled into a towel drying, my breasts spilling over my maternity bra, and my growing belly. I rub my hand over my stomach. I got large quickly with Delilah. I was twelve weeks along and looked like I was five months pregnant already.

  “Mom. Mom.” I look behind me to Zane handing me his sippy cup. He’s shirtless¸ only wearing his Ninja Turtles pajama bottoms. I’m surprised he still has those on; he hates wearing clothes.

  “Hey, buddy, let’s get you a drink,” I respond, picking him up.

  I set him on the kitchen counter and take the lid off his cup for some juice.

  “Miss Sara is going to watch you for a little bit; is that ok?” I ask, pouring apple juice in his cup. He smiles and nods, his blue eyes which match his daddy’s staring back at me excitedly. I knew he wouldn’t disagree; he seems to like Sara. Something else he gets from his daddy—he’s favored by the ladies.

  I give him a big wet kiss on his black hair and set him on the floor with his cup. I hate to leave him, but the last time I took him to the mall it didn’t go too well.

  Roughly a year ago there was a kid blocking the slide at the mall’s play area, keeping the kids behind him waiting. Talking to Cherry, I wasn’t paying attention when Zane had enough of waiting and pushed the boy off the slide. It wasn’t but a foot and a half off the floor, but the mother of the child Zane pushed was irate.

  I walked toward Zane to get on to him. The mother helped the child off the floor and turned toward Zane, her face red and pursed. She reached over, grabbed Zane’s hand, and gave it a quick slap. Zane retracted his hand instantly, crying out loud. I felt the irrational cloud fog my clarity instantly; I wanted to kill that bitch.

  I rushed forward and grabbed hold of Zane, pushing him to my chest to comfort him.

  “Have you lost your mind?” I questioned the lady, my voice shrieking with hostility. How dare she discipline my son?

  “You should raise your child better; he could have killed my son,” the woman replied, her hands on her hips. I literally growled, ready to maim the Stepford wife.

  “You’re a bitch!” Cherry shrieked next to me, looking at the lady in disbelief.

  The woman puffed her chest out and cupped her child’s ears with both of her hands. “You should rinse your trash mouth out with soap,” she remarked. Cherry scoffed and grabbed hold of my arm.

  “Let it go, babe; not here,” she mumbled into my ear. I looked down at Zane; I didn’t want him to see me like that.

  “Let’s go, Zane,” I said, not taking my eyes off the cruel lady.

  Getting Zane’s shoes on him, I saw the bitch getting her purse and leaving the child’s play area, headed toward the bathroom.

  “I’ll be right back, Cherry,” I informed, leaving her to get Zane’s shoes on.

  I walked to the bathroom, the sound of the woman’s heels clicking against the tiled floor when I entered. I turned around, locked the deadbolt and leaned against the sink, waiting for her to leave her stall. Minutes later, I heard a flush along with her footsteps sounding through the bathroom.

  “Jesus,” she whispered, clutching her chest. “Can I help you with something?” she asked rudely. I pushed off the sink and got right into her face.

  “You think of me next time you want to put your hands on someone else’s child,” I advised.

  “What?” she questioned, confused.

  I reared my arm back and slammed my fist into her nose, causing her head to whip back from the impact. She grabbed her nose, yelling in pain. “You stupid bitch!” she screamed, holding her bleeding nose over the sink. I smirked and looked at her reflection in the mirror, my eyes finding the soap disp
enser. My brow quirked as an idea formed in my dark mind. “You should rinse your trash mouth out with soap,” I said sarcastically. She looked at me stunned as I placed my hand under the dispenser, squirted the soap onto my palm, and slapped it against her mouth hard..

  “Mom. Mom.” I look down and see Zane holding the remote up, wanting me to change the channel, taking me from my flashback.

  “Yeah, sure, buddy,” I reply, turning on the TV. He climbs up on the couch, grabs his blanket, and stares at the TV intently. I have done really well keeping my temper and dark urges under control since I have had Zane, but every once in a while, it escapes.

  I should see if Cherry wants to go shopping with me. It’s been ages since we’ve been out just the two of us; plus, she’s good at picking out great clothes, so I bet she is better at picking out lingerie. I grab my phone off the counter and my head spins, flashes of light flaring behind my eyes. I grab the table to steady myself and take a deep breath. I’ve got to stop picking Zane up. I have been getting these dizzy spells here and there, but it seems to happen only when I exert myself. I look for Cherry’s contact on my phone and PM her.

  Want to help me pick out some lingerie? -D

  Hell yes, I need to pick some up myself ;) -C

  I laugh and head back into my room to get ready, Zane and Rex following closely behind me.

  Fifteen minutes later, Sara shows up. She’s wearing short-shorts, a pink top and blowing a huge bubble with her gum when I answer the door. She is a big party girl, no doubt; just turned twenty-one and lives up to it. She doesn’t pull that shit here, though.

  “Sara,” I greet.

  “Hey,” she responds, popping her bubble.

  “Sara!” Zane yells, running past me.

  “Hey, you!” she yells back. The girl may dress like a tramp and act like a snot but she is great with Zane, and that’s what matters.

  “Ok, numbers are on the fridge, and I will be back in a couple of hours,” I inform. She lifts up from her crouched position and rolls her eyes.