by Love, Amy
"That's not true," Larry barked, but Chelsea was sure she caught the hint of a blush around the lawyer's cheeks.
"The hell it ain't," Duffy cackled. "Where is that filly? Let's ask her."
"She's with her mom this weekend, down in Freeport," Larry sighed. "But I injured my back digging out that stump in my backyard."
"Right," Duffy agreed, much too humorously.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Breakfast was wonderful. She had the waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, along with a side of sausage links. Elias talked easily with John about the route while Mary and she talked about a forest Chelsea had never been to.
"Can I ask, without being too prying, how you are holding up?" Mary queried. "From what I've gathered, you had a rough ride for a long while."
Chelsea took a bite of her sausage and then looked at the older woman. "I'm better than I was a week ago, and much better than I was the week before that. Hell, I feel almost human again."
Mary nodded. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to pick up the phone. Elias has my number."
"Thank you. I might do that sometime soon. I'm still having some bad dreams, and maybe it would be good to talk about it," she replied, though she had no intention of following through on that. If she was going to talk to someone, it would be Elias, and that conversation needed to happen soon. Not today, but soon.
After breakfast Chelsea looked over at Larry and asked quietly, "Are you really dating a nineteen-year-old?"
This time the slight blush was unmistakable on the bruiser's cheeks. He grinned at her and then nodded his head. "She's twenty now, just had a birthday."
"I would love to meet her," Chelsea told him. "You should give her my number. We can exchange notes on the joys of being with older men," she told him, laying an affectionate hand on Elias' thigh.
"Joys." Duffy smirked. "Yeah, right."
Chelsea looked at him a little sadly and said, "Ah Duffy, haven't you ever been with an older man?"
Duffy's eyes blinked rapidly, and his mouth made fish breath motions, but his brain didn't seem able to catch into gear.
Doc laughed hard, John choked on his coffee, and Elias bellowed a roar of mirth that had several tables of people looking over to see what the fun was. The look on Duffy's face was priceless as he sputtered and tried to extinguish the flaming joke at his expense, but nothing would come out of his mouth.
They took the 45 out of Northside and rode it up all the way to the 150, then headed east through the Sam's. It was a beautiful ride, made better by riding beside her lover and his V-rod. At Coldcreek they stopped, pulling into a tavern that John favored, for food and beers. There were thirty-four bikes in their group, but over fifty people when adding in passengers and the three trucks that were convoying with them. After the late lunch they continued east on the 150 to the 59 to come back down through Cleveland and Humble, and finally back into Northside.
Bikes pulled out of the group in singles and pairs as they came down the boulevard back toward the Log Cabin, waving goodnight to the rest and answered by horns and waves from the remaining pack. Elias signaled to her that they were leaving before hitting the club house as well. She nodded and followed him as he cut down a side street which would take them home.
It was the longest ride she had ever made, and though still exhilarated by the feel of the bike between her legs and the memory of the beauty she was able to see, she was tired and becoming a little sore. Home, and the hot tub, sounded very good to her.
As soon as they parked the bikes in the backyard, she shut down her engine and announced, "Naked time!" with far more energy that she actually felt.
Elias laughed and nodded his head. "I'll get the tub going."
"You do that, lover. I'm going to strip and get us some beers," she told him as she skipped through the back door, then started to strip her clothing as she went back into his room.
Larry had told her up at the tavern that he was actually only five years older than Elias. "You're only forty?" she had asked, since she had guessed Elias to be around thirty-five.
"Bless your heart," Larry had laughed. "No, I'll be forty-five in August."
"Elias is forty?" she stuttered.
"You didn't know you really were hanging with an older man?"
"I guess not," she had replied.
Ten years older seemed like quite a gap, but nearly fifteen years older—shit, a few more years and she would be dating someone her dad's age. But fuck, he was good to be with and he sure looked wonderful naked.
She grabbed four beers for them on her way out, then sashayed out onto the patio to find Elias already naked and in the bubbling water. "Ah," she sighed with disappointment. "I wanted to see you."
"You glow enough for the both of us," he replied with a smile. "Get your cute little ass in her. I want some lovin'."
"Hmm," she moaned, and climbed down to sit beside him, handing him a beer and setting the two extras on the deck behind them.
The foaming water felt divine and the heat was building up nicely.
"Are you really forty?" she asked.
"Are you really twenty-three?"
"Twenty-four," she corrected.
"Well, I'll really be forty in November, yes. Does that bother you?"
She leaned against him. "I wouldn't care if you were a client of Larry's," she told him, referring to his elder-law practice. He laughed and she continued, "Seriously lover. You do it for me in every way I've ever wanted, and in a few I didn't even know existed."
He put his arm around her and drew her close, "I'm happy to hear that, because you rock me baby. You really do."
They sat for some time just enjoying each other’s presence, and then he asked, "You really have ten grand to buy a bike with?"
"Well, yes, but it will be much better once the Shelby is sold. I should get at least twenty for it, don't you think? It's in great shape, runs like it is new, and it's a true Shelby, not a knock-off."
He nodded. "I'm not really up on the resale value of those, but after seeing it, I don't doubt you will at least recoup your money with some to spare."
She sipped her beer and asked, "Don't you think I should get a bike? I love riding with you."
"So you're planning on hanging with me for a while then?"
She looked at him. "I thought that was a given, lover. Hell yes I'm planning on sticking with you. You'll have to get some of your men to drag me out of here at this point if you want me gone. And they better be wearing their armor, because I'm not going quietly."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'll shoot the first one that tries."
"I noticed you didn't bring your gun on the trip. Are you thinking it's safer now?"
"No. John had his, and mine is in the saddle bags."
"Oh," she sighed.
"Not going to be safe for a while, but let me worry about that part of the story."
She snuggled against him and laid her head to his pecs. "Alright. I'll bow to your ancient wisdom and vast worldly experience in such matters. I'll focus on making you a happy man with my sexual wiles and youthful energy."
"Sounds like a perfect arrangement to me," he said with a nod.
"Me too," she agreed. "You ever have sex in this thing?"
"Tried a couple of times, but the chlorine content doesn't help the lubrication factor."
"Oh," she said disappointedly. "It looks so romantic in the movies." She put her hand down on his thigh and then found his cock. Taking it in her hand she began stroking him with slow, sure affection. "God I love your cock, lover."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah. I could lay around all Sunday morning just sucking and stroking you, and feeling the sunshine on me through the window. Pure heaven," she purred softly.
"Lucky for me, then, because it is Saturday night." He grinned.
"Yep, you are one lucky man," she agreed. Then she asked, "If you knew then what you know now, would you still have taken me home?"
; "Yes," he told her without hesitation.
She sat up a little to search his eyes. "Even knowing that I wouldn't be able to tell you everything for this long—things you probably should have been told from the start?"
"Yes," he said with the same assuredness.
She eased back down beside him. "Then I'm far luckier than you lover."
After thinking and mustering up the strength in her gut, she said, "I think its time though that I tell you the whole of it. You deserve that. Hell, you deserved it when you met me."
"We have time, baby," he told her, rubbing his hand down her arm and pulling her close.
"No Elias. It's not about time. It's about you, and what you deserve from me. I keep waiting for the right time, but it’s not something that exists. It's never going to happen. I'll never be ready to lose you."
"You aren't going to lose me Chelsea."
"You don't know—"
"Then, you are right, it's time. Because I want to get past this. I hate watching you torture yourself with this, and nothing I say seems to help."
"I'm sorry," she murmured.
"It's not a fault thing, baby. People only have the experience they have. Yours tells you one thing and mine tells me another. There is nothing wrong with that. You know, two people can have different views on something without one of them having to be wrong."
She thought about that. "I've never put that together before."
"Few people do. That's why they fight so much," he said, and then he took a long pull from his bottle, set it aside, and picked up his second beer.
"Let's take the beers into the shower, and then let's talk," she offered. "Before I lose my nerve again."
In the shower she got on her knees and sucked her lover to climax, grateful that the streams of water hid her tears from him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Elias spent a long time drying Chelsea off with a fluffy towel, exploring her body. He was hoping that this act of intimacy and affection would calm her down, but he could feel her becoming even more tense. He sighed inwardly, and decided to let her be. In a few hours, he would be able to show her that she was more important to him than anything in her past, but there was no way to ease her mind and heart right now. He would just have to wait and let her discover his commitment to her on her own.
She probably believed that he didn't know she was crying in the shower as she sucked and stroked him, but he noticed. It felt like she was kissing him goodbye, not preforming an act of love. He could see her shoulders shake with her silent sobs as well.
After they were dried, he went to the kitchen and got them fresh beers, then sat up in bed with her and waited, letting her choose her time, and her words. He was a patient man. Always had been. Even as a child he was skilled at waiting things out, letting them reveal themselves before acting.
"I went to jail for muling drugs across the border," she began at last. "I had a girlfriend who did it, and she made a lot of money, so I decided to try it as well. She set me up with her buyers, and for almost two years it was a good thing. It's how I was able to buy the Shelby and several other nice things. All of those are gone now."
She took a drink. "Anyway, I got busted, and I went to jail. I got out on a reduced sentence with probation for two years. Considering the crime, it was a minor slap on the wrist, really. I was really happy with the deal my lawyer was able to get me. But then I met my probation officer and things changed fast."
"Mr. Stewart, that was his name. He introduced me to Tomas and told me that I was going to be working for him while I was on probation, and if I didn't help him, he would claim I'd violated probation and send me back for the rest of my five years. The thought of being in real prison for five years scared the crap out of me. Now, I wish I would have taken the prison instead.
"I thought I was going to be helping Tomas with busting drug dealers. You know, like an informant or something. Shake my ass, get some information, and pass it on to him. It didn't sound so bad in my head, though it did scare me a little. But, that wasn't what they had planned for me."
She paused then, and then said, "I need to tell you about me before I tell you about him."
Elias nodded but remained silent, letting her tell him what she could, and how she could.
She took a deep breath, as if she was about to go under a strong current for a long time, and then said, "At first, it was just Tomas. He told me in so many words that my body was his, and he would use me as he pleased, when he pleased. I was still thinking then that I didn't want to go to prison, and hell, it was just sex. Wasn't like I was a virgin or had any real hang-ups about it. That changed, though. Over the next several months, things changed a lot, and he scared the crap out of me. It wasn't prison any more. I was scared for my life around him. He was violent and brutal, and just plain mean."
She looked up at him. "Have you ever met someone who was really mean? The kind of mean that kills small animals and beats on kids? That's the kind of mean he is. Psychotic mean. I learned really fast that my life had no value to him at all. It wasn't even a question. It was just a fact. There was nothing I could offer him to keep him from killing me if he decided he had no use for me, and the longer I was with him, and the more I learned about what he was doing, the less value my life had. I mean, I was a liability knowing those things, not an asset. It was to his benefit to end me, not keep me. I realized after only a few months that the only reason he really had for keeping me alive was the hassle of training someone else to do the running for him."
She looked down at her hands. "So I did what he told me, and couldn't find any way out of it," she said, and took a drink of her beer. Elias noticed that her hand was shaking badly.
"Like I said, it was just him at first, and then Mr. Stewart would come over sometimes and they would both use me. It wasn't sex. They used me. Just used me. They didn't care about me at all. I wasn't even a person to them. Just a pussy, an ass, and some tits. A month later Tomas began giving me to other men. Business partners, and some of his cop friends. They would come over for poker, or drinks, and he would have me in lingerie if he was feeling good, just naked if he wasn't. Five, sometimes six of them would have me throughout the night. Anyone who wanted me would just take my arm while I was walking through the room serving them drinks, and take me back to the bedroom or just bend me over the table right there in front of the others. There were no rules, no boundaries, and I was never asked or given a choice about what they did to me. They just did what they wanted and didn't care if I screamed or was in pain or anything. "I didn't dare object either. I was already shown what would happen to me if I did.
"After that, it just got worse. Anyone who knew Tomas began learning I was fair game. I would make a run for him, and the buyer I met up with would fuck me in his car or against a wall in his office. They didn't even ask or anything. They just pulled up my skirt, pressed me against a wall and fucked me until they were done. Sometimes one of them would decide to keep me for a while, and pass me around to his friends. The first time that happened I thought Tomas would get mad at him, but he didn't. He didn't care at all. All he cared about was that I made the delivery. What happened to me after that wasn't important."
She continued to talk, spilling out forms of humiliation and degradation Elias couldn't fathom. Men, groups of men, women, acts of entertainment, forced lesbian shows, bondage, whippings—the acts continued to grow worse, and Elias found his patience with the world in general growing very thin.
She talked for more than an hour. Sometimes she would give details, sometimes she would pass over things, but at those moments he was nearly grateful that she didn't tell him. His fury was boiling inside of him like never before, and genocide was starting to sound like a good idea.
Her voice was monotone after fifteen minutes, and then just dead after that. Near the end of her monologue she began playing with her hair, and then running her fingers through the long strands and sniffing at it.
"That's what I became," she finally said
at the end of her speech, and then added, "I'll get my things out of the bathroom and go to my room now."
He looked down at her. "Why?"
She froze and then stared back up at him. "Aren't you going to let me stay here at least?" she asked with a shaking voice and tears in her eyes.
Then it clicked inside Elias' mind. To her the only options for him at this point was to throw her out, or let her live in the guest room. Being with him now simply wasn't a reasonable choice for him to make.
Then her eyes went a little blank. "I'm sorry that my hair smells. I can't seem to get it clean. I've tried everything. Shampoo, soap, dish soap, laundry soap. I can't get the smell out."