Arrow of Time (Marauders)

by Andersson, Lina

  “From behind,” she said into his ear just before she bit down on his earlobe.

  “Oh fuck, yes!”

  He pulled out and she turned around. Slowly he drew his hands up her waist, looking at her again. The curve of her hip, turning into her slim waist, fitted underneath his hand like nothing he'd ever touched before. He positioned himself again, and with a sharp thrust he drove into her. Holding on to her hips he kept doing it and it was perfect. At least that's what he thought until she fell down to rest on her elbows and the angle changed. He leaned down to kiss her between her shoulder blades, licked her spine, before he leaned over and rested on her, wrapping his arm around her chest and holding on to her breast.

  She kept meeting his charges and he could feel them getting more desperate, her pants more eager, and he moved his hand down from her breast, over her belly, till he found her wet clit and started to circle it with his fingertips. The other hand grabbed her hair and moved her head to the side. He wanted to see her, see that beautiful profile and the slightly open mouth that kept making those sounds. Those extremely sexy sounds. The sound turned into words and it took him some time to even comprehend what she was saying. It was just one thing over and over again.

  “Ohmygod, ohmygod...”

  “Fuck! Edie. Fuck...” It was unbelievable, and he was too close, he needed to slow down. She noticed it.

  “Don’t stop!”

  He felt it, her walls cramping around him, and he grabbed her hips again and slammed into her hard, and that’s when she came, and if he’d thought her sounds were good up until then, it was nothing against the sounds she made when she came.

  “Ohhh, fuck. Harder!” she yelled. So he did, still holding on to her hips he closed his eyes and felt her orgasm.

  He had no fucking idea how he managed to hold back, but he did, and when he felt her shivers as she started to come down he finally allowed himself to slowed down, leaning over her again, and he gently kissed her shoulders while resting inside her still pulsating pussy. With a sigh she moved forward until he slipped out of her and turned around. Slowly she opened her blue eyes and looked at him with a smile.

  “I want more,” she said and grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss.

  He moved around until she was on top of him and she eagerly took him inside again. When he, five minutes later, sat up with his arm tightly wrapped around her waist, the other hand holding her shoulder pulling her down over his dick and her tongue in his mouth, he decided that this was as fucking close as any man could get to heaven. Before they were done he’d cum twice and he had no idea how many times she climaxed.

  Three hours later what he’d done started to really dawn on him. She was sleeping next to him and he felt the panic hitting him for real. How the fuck could he have been so fucking stupid? This was not how you did this. You did not fuck a girl when she was mourning, not matter what she said. It was a shitty thing to do. She was curled up next to him, holding her own legs in front of her and he carefully moved the dreads away so he could see her.

  He’d done what he wasn’t going to do, what he’d promised himself to not do when it came to her. More importantly, what he’d promised Vasco not to do. And he’d done it just after Vasco’s fucking funeral. He was such an ass.

  He’d fucked up and he knew it. He’d had finally had sex with her, and it had been for all the wrong reasons. He was at a messed up place, and so was she. And that's when he realized it. He’d had sex with Edie, amazing sex, with a girl he was actually in love with, and it would never happen again. The realization hit him in the gut, and he took a deep breath. It didn’t help. He still felt the panic crashing over him, and he looked at her, so fucking beautiful, sleeping next to him. He gently stroked her side, leaned over and kissed her cheek before he got the fuck out of there.

  -o0o-

  When I woke up it was bright outside. It took me a few seconds to remember last night, and I opened my eyes wide. The bed was empty. I sat up and looked around. Dawg’s things were gone. He was gone. I laid down again, curled up and the only thing that went through my head was ‘how could I have been so fucking stupid’. That sentence and only that one, over and over again. ‘How could I have been so fucking stupid’. And that’s when I was finally able to cry. I cried over Vasco, Dawg and my own stupidity, all at once. It all hurt so bad that it felt like I would never be able to stop crying.

  CHAPTER NINE:

  What's The Plan?

  -o0o-

  Saturday, September 16th

  IT TOOK ME TWO days to even get out of the apartment, and the only reason I managed was to get to Java and use their free Wi-Fi. I sent some emails and then booked a ticket for later that day. I needed to get out of town and as soon as possible. I couldn’t handle the club right now, or anyone in it, and if I actually saw Dawg, I’d die. Or at least curl up in a fetal position to never be able to roll out of it. So without thinking all that much about it, I bought that ticket, and I did it with an open return.

  I went back home and packed what I needed in the same backpack I’d had for the last four of my six traveling years and then got down to my truck on the parking lot. I drove up to Brick and Lanie’s house. I sat there for a few extra seconds, to gather my courage, and then went inside. Not even close to ready for what I was about to do.

  “Hey, honey,” Mel said and gave me a hug. “How are you doing?”

  “Not great,” I sat down by the kitchen island. “Lanie... I’m going away for a while.”

  I could see her stiffen, and she dropped what he had in her hands and ever so slowly turned around to look at me. I knew what was going through her head and I wasn't sure how to convince her that it was different this time. This was just me pausing for a while.

  “A while?”

  “Just a couple of weeks.” I wasn't sure how to make her believe that it was really just a break, not a getaway, and at the same time not promise I'd be back the next week. “A month, tops!”

  “Edie...”

  “I promise. No longer than that. I just really need...” I couldn’t do it, and I felt the tears in my eyes and swallowed a couple of times. “I need some time, Lanie. That's all.”

  She didn’t move, just stared at me, and I didn’t know what to say. That’s when Brick walked inside. He halted and his eyes darted between me and Lanie.

  “What the fuck is going on?”

  “She’s leaving.” Lanie didn't take her eyes off me when she said it.

  I looked at Brick. “I’m not leaving, not like she thinks I am. Just going away for a while. For a break.”

  He stared at me for a while, and then he nodded before he pulled me out of the chair and into a tight hug.

  “This time your sister isn’t alone, and I have the fucking resources to find you. Remember that.”

  “Okay,” I tried to smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “And you send her an email, every second day, or I’ll come after you my fucking self. I'm not gonna sit by if she's worried.”

  “I will. I’ll be in a tourist trap so there will be internet.”

  I let go of Brick and turned to Lanie. “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

  She didn’t answer, just threw her arms around me and hugged me so hard I could barely breathe.

  “I can’t lose you again,” she mumbled.

  “You won’t. A month, tops, I promise. I need to come back so I don’t lose my job.”

  I might lose my job either way, but Mack had told me to take some time off. Given that Vasco had hooked me up with the job and all those nights he'd picked me up, Mack knew what he meant to me. Lanie nodded and then finally let go of me. I gave them both a kiss before I went back out to my truck.

  -o0o-

  Melanie looked at her husband and took a deep breath, trying to control herself and not start sobbing. She tried to see the good things. Edie had cried, she was feeling something again, she was present, among the living. Although in a very sad form, but she was at least ther
e. It didn't help. All she could think about, feel, was that Edie was leaving again, and it hurt like hell.

  Melanie was scared. Really fucking scared. She didn't think this was just about Vasco. Something else had happened, and she wasn't sure what it was.

  “I can’t lose her again.”

  “You won’t, baby,” Brick said and put his arms around her. “I was serious, I’ll go after her myself.”

  “This isn't just about Vasco.”

  She felt him hesitate. “Baby, please stay calm.”

  Melanie yanked back out of his arms and stared at him. “What?! What do you know? Tell me!”

  “She had a hickey on her neck. A few days old, and Dawg... he's been... acting strange.”

  It took her a few seconds and then she was about to fucking explode. Explode! It wasn't that hard to figure out who'd given her the hickey, or why she was upset and...

  “I’ll fucking kill him!”

  “Honey, we talked about this. It is none of your business.”

  “If he fucks my sister and makes her take off because of it, it's my fucking business!”

  She felt like hitting him, but clenched her fists at her sides instead and the urge got even worse when he gave her that loathsome 'do as I say, woman' look. She hated it!

  “Melanie. I mean it!”

  “No!” She pointed at him. “This is my sister we’re talking about, and I can’t leave it just 'cause the man who fucked her over was one of your brothers. And this is part your fault.”

  “How the fuck is this my fault?”

  “You kept encouraging that shit. Saying Dawg wouldn't hurt her, that they were just friends.”

  “You don’t even know what happened. It might not even be Dawg who gave her the hickey.”

  Melanie took a few steps back, crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at him again. He couldn't seriously think that a crap-statement like that would get to her. Finally he sighed.

  “Yeah, okay, it probably is. Still, you don't know what happened.”

  “No, but it’s Dawg we’re talking about, so I have a pretty good idea!”

  He'd fucked her and then dumped her, because that's what he did. Always. She'd known he'd eventually do that to Edie, too.

  “Babe, I’m serious, you don’t know and you need to give Edie a shot at solving this before you butt in, okay? She’s a big girl and she needs you to give her a chance to show you.”

  That’s when Melanie started crying. “You better find her if she doesn’t come back.”

  “I will, babe. I promise. Give her a month. Let her try to figure it out by herself,” he said and took her in his arms again. “If she's not back, I'll go get her for you.”

  He better. And deep down she knew he would. Not only for her sake, but because he loved Edie, too.

  -o0o-

  Wednesday, September 19th

  DAWG WAS DOING AN oil change on a Honda. He looked up when he heard the familiar sound of Edie’s truck rolling in on the compound. He felt a tug in his chest when it was the prospect Bucket who jumped out of it and not her. He dried off his hands, threw the rag down on the ground and walked over to it.

  It had been five days since he left her and he dreamed about her every fucking night, waking up with a painful hard-on. He’d cursed himself for walking out a million times. Even now, just thinking about it, he had to bite down to not scream out loud. He’d called her the day before but she wasn’t picking up, and he couldn’t blame her for that. It hadn’t been the right thing to do, walk out, and he’d realized it when he woke up the next day. Or at least he thought it wasn’t. He still wasn’t sure about it, but he knew he shouldn’t have had sex with her. Really shouldn’t. That was not the right thing to do. At least not the right way to do it.

  “What’s wrong with it?” He asked Bucket when he got closer.

  “Nothing. Brick asked me to pick it up because he didn’t want it standing at the airport.”

  “Airport?” It felt like his heart stopped for a second. “Where did she go?”

  “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “He didn’t say. Just told me and Hazw to go pick it up.”

  Dawg’s stomach turned inside out, and he was about to throw up. He turned and walked into the office, trying to calm down so he wouldn’t scream at Mel. Mel hardly even looked up when he came inside.

  “Edie left?”

  Mel still wasn't looking at him and she didn’t answer either, just kept tapping on the keyboard.

  “Hey! Did she leave?” Still no answer. “Mel?”

  Still without looking at him and with her jaws tensed, she answered.

  “I can’t look at you right now because if I do, I’ll scream at you and possibly kill you. So could you please turn the fuck around and walk out of here?”

  He stared at her. “It was my fault.”

  It wasn't a question. He knew it was his fault, but he didn't know how much Mel knew and how much of it was mere guesses.

  “Dawg!” She’d been right, she was screaming when she looked at him. “Get the fuck out of my office!”

  He nodded, turned around, walked out, got up on his bike and took off. He didn’t even care where to. He just needed to get away from Greenville.

  -o0o-

  Saturday, September 22nd

  DOUGLAS 'HAWK' BARLOW WASN'T the kind of man who knew much about feelings. He knew he loved his wife, his kids and his grandkid. He also loved his club and if anyone threatened any of those in any way, he felt like killing them. That was pretty much the extent of his emotional range. So when he noticed that his son was drinking like a fucking fish not long after his godfather had been blown up, he at first assumed it had something to do with that. It, at least, didn’t seem that far fetched.

  They hadn’t had the easiest relationship, Dawg and him, and eight years ago he took off to do his prospecting time at another club. Hawk had been pissed as hell, felt betrayed, and it was finally his wife who told him to get his head out of his ass and realize that, no matter what he thought, the world didn't revolve around him, and neither did all of Dawg's decisions. Vasco had explained it as well, that Dawg wanted to do it the right way, like any other member, and he actually felt proud when he realized that. His boy had grown up.

  He knew that his son was a good member, a good brother, and a good son. He wasn’t a good guy, though. It was hard to miss the way he was plowing through pussy like they were drying up the next day. He’d done it since he was around fifteen, and his mom, Linda, was horrified about it. Vasco had told Hawk to leave it be, that he’d grow up in that respect one of these days as well. Vasco'd also reminded him that he wasn't all that much better in his early years, and he was right about that.

  Vasco was one of Hawk’s closest friends. Hawk’d been his sponsor and he’d never regretted it. When Vasco's marriage went to hell fifteen years earlier, he took off so when Dawg wanted to go to another club he agreed to let him go if he went to Vasco. He owed Vasco a lot, getting his son back was just one of them. Getting a son that, with the exception of dick dipping, was a good man was another. He'd miss him and he could hardly fucking believe that he was gone. They'd been to the funeral, of course, and he'd been surprised when Dawg showed up at the Englewood clubhouse not that many days after they themselves had come back. But he didn't question it, figured his son might need some time to figure things out.

  “He loved you, you know that,” he finally said to Dawg, thinking his mind was on Vasco as well.

  “Who?” Dawg said and looked a bit confused. “Oh, Yeah, I know he did.”

  Hawk realized that this, whatever it was, obviously didn't have anything to do with Vasco and he took a deep breath.

  “You know I fucking suck at this, son, but if you wanna talk, I’ll give it a shot.”

  “Appreciate it,” Dawg said, then looked at him and laughed, shaking his head. “I fucked up. Bad.”

  He’d talked with Brick on the phone when Dawg showed up and Brick hadn’t said much. Just that it was okay if
Dawg stuck around with them for a while, that a lot of shit had happened. That he understood if the kid needed some time away from Greenville. And now Hawk worried that it might have something to do with the club. That Dawg somehow had fucked up with them.

  “How?”

  “It... I.. Fuck! It’s a girl. I fucked up. I blew it.”

  “Blew it?” It took Hawk a few seconds to pick up his jaw from the floor. “With a girl?”

  “Dad...” He started. “It's Edie, Mel's sister. We... and then she took off.”

  “Edie? Wasn't she...”

  Vasco had talked about her. He'd also talked about Dawg and Edie... doing stuff. 'Hanging', he'd described it. He'd also said he suspected that there might be something else going on, but that the two of them were handling it well. It wasn't hard to figure out what had happened.

  “What did you do?” He asked. “Besides the obvious,” he hurried to clarify.

  “I left.” Dawg emptied his drink. “I left her before she woke up and now she's... in India or something.”

  “India?” It took his son to get a girl to run off to a different continent.

  “Yeah. She took off. It was my fault, Mel's pissed as hell and... You get the picture.”

  “I get the picture,” Hawk confirmed. “Now what?”

  “Can't do much when she's in India. Either way, I'm probably screwed. I don't know.” He reached for the bottle and poured himself another drink. “At the moment I'm just gonna get drunk as fuck.”

  “Okay.” Hawk emptied his glass of whiskey and reached the glass towards him. “Don’t tell your mom. If she finds out...”

  Dawg laughed. “If she finds out I actually felt something for a girl and fucked it up she’ll have a heart attack.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t worry, if I die childless she at least won’t know I loved a girl once.”

  He hadn’t missed it, but he dropped it. ‘Loved’. Fucking hell, his stupid son had actually loved a girl and he fucked it up. You’d think he didn’t come from a normal family with a stable set of parents. He had no idea what went wrong with Dawg. His sister was happily married and currently trying for a second kid, but this one... He sighed and shook his head. At least he’d fallen once, that meant it might happen again. Hopefully he wouldn’t fuck up that time.