by Lake, Rae B.
“Come over.”
“I just want to lay down.”
“Come over now, Dillon.” She hung up on me.
I looked at the phone like it was the one who offended me. I put my boots and kutte on and dragged my ass to my bike.
I couldn’t even tell if it took a few minutes or a few hours to get to Keeley’s.
She opened the door before I could even push the bell.
“Oh my god. What the hell happened?” She pulled me inside and grabbed my face lightly. She kissed me on the cheek, the eyes, my head, everywhere she could reach. She looked back to my face and could see something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
I was opening and closing my hands. They had started to shake when I got off my bike. The tremors seemed to make their way up my arms and into my chest. It was suddenly way too hot. I pulled my kutte off and pulled at the collar of my shirt, trying to get a bit of a breeze.
“It’s so hot. Why the fuck is it so hot?” Sweat was pouring down my face.
The stone in my chest seemed to get bigger. I was having a hard time breathing around it. I took deeper breaths, but for some reason, the same amount of air wouldn’t come back out.
What the fuck is happening to me? I’m dying; I have to be dying.
“Dillon, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“I can’t breathe. I’m dying.” I slid down her door, still trying to catch my breath and get my body to stop shaking. My peripheral vision was getting dark, and I could only see what was right in front of me.
“Babe, you’re not dying, you’re having a panic attack. You’re ok. I promise you’re ok.”
I’m having a what? Bullshit!
“Look at me. Focus on me. Now take a deep breath in.”
She mimicked what she wanted me to do, and I followed her. My lifeline.
“Now, let it out.” Again another demonstration and again, I followed.
We did this a few times, and along with a few kisses and some petting from her, I was able to come back to my senses.
I was a big ass man. I’d been shot, stabbed, and in numerous car and bike accidents, but I’d never felt any closer to dying than I had just then.
“Does this happen a lot?” She asked tentatively.
“No. It just started happening today.”
“Why?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” If I knew what caused it, then I would’ve taken care of the problem.”
“Something caused it, Dillon. When did you first start noticing the symptoms?”
“Don’t play fucking doctor with me, Keeley. I’m good!” I got up and stomped over to the couch. I felt like such a wuss.
“I’m not playing doctor. I just want to help. Maybe if we know what triggered it, you could get a hold on it quicker next time.”
Next time? This is going to happen again?
“How do you know so much about it?”
“I used to have panic attacks all the time. It was one of the main reasons I had to leave my father. I couldn’t deal.”
“They brought a prospect from the Chaos crew. He had stabbed a brother, and they were able to catch him and bring him in.” I couldn’t believe that I was telling her. This was supposed to be club business, and no one else was supposed to know.
“Did you know him?”
“No. I had never seen him before, but he was so young. Only seventeen years old. He stabbed Magic because Monte has declared open war. If the boy had killed Magic, he would have been patched, no questions asked, and he would have gotten all the perks.”
“Perks?”
“Being in a Club is more than just a hobby, it’s a community, a way of life. He would’ve had a job, a bed to sleep in, food to eat, a family. That’s why we’re so committed to these clubs, they’re everything to us, it's everything we are.”
She just nodded like she understood.
“But when Prez told me to get the information out of him, it just felt off. I don’t know.”
“It was wrong.”
“Yeah, I guess. I still had to do it, though.” I shook my head, feeling the guilt of beating that boy weigh heavily on me.
“Will he live?”
“Yeah, he’s going to have a hard time walking, and he will have some cuts and scars but nothing that’ll kill him.”
She nodded. “You have to protect your family, no matter what. I will never say that I agree with you beating up that boy, but I understand why you did it. The fact that you reacted like this, so violently, means that you have a soul somewhere beneath that hard skin. You’re human, Wire. If you didn’t feel some of this guilt, I’d be worried about you.”
So, this shit is what normal people feel like? I can’t stand it.
“This is your fault.”
She scrunched her eyebrows, clearly not understanding.
“This was the first time in all my time with my crew that I asked myself if I really wanted to hurt that boy. Apparently, the answer was no.”
She smirked a little bit. “Well, I guess I’m rubbing off on you a little bit, sorry it was this extreme.”
“Tell me more about your father.”
“Ugh. I’d need a lifetime to explain him.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, “His name is Marko, and he’s a bastard. I know he loves me and I love him, but I just can’t deal with all the violence. There is no talking. There is no right or wrong. It’s just simply kill or be killed with him.”
“Do you still speak to him?”
“Every once in a while, he checks in to find out if I’m still living and breathing, to remind me that I can disrespect his name even here.”
“Disrespect him?”
“Yeah. He had decided I was to marry someone he had chosen. It wasn’t someone I loved or was even attracted too, so I had sex with the first guy I could find and made sure they both caught me in the act. Essentially I was exiled after that, but there are still things that I can do way over here that would piss him off enough to come and teach me a lesson.”
Teach her a lesson?
I didn’t like the sound of that at all.
“Well, let's not do anything to piss him off.”
“I try all the time.” She shrugged and looked over at me, running her hand in my hair. “So why did you join the Wings of Diablo?”
“It was an easy choice. It was either stay with my dick head stepfather or join the Wings.”
“Your parents were that bad to live with?”
“Yup, it was non-stop drugs, fucking and beatings. The last time I was there, he’d punched three teeth out of my mother's mouth, and when I tried to intervene on her behalf, she beat me with a frying pan, so I ran away. I had no money, no clothes, other than what was on my back. I tried to steal from the President of the club at the time. He caught me, and when he threatened me, and I didn’t break, he began to use me for small side jobs. I got better, but it wasn’t until I was about nineteen that they figured out that I was pretty immune to doling out pain.”
“What do you mean you are immune?”
“Well aside from today, I usually go into a numb like state when anything crazy is going down. For some reason, the only thing that has ever been able to break me out of it, besides time, is when you call my name.” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.
She smiled and planted a kiss right on my lips. “Awww, you like me. You really do!” She joked with me.
I rolled my eyes and ignored her. But I did, I really did.
* * *
“What the hell?” I woke from my sleep and could feel Keeley straddling me on my stomach. We’d spent the entire day together and had a wonderful time. I’d gone to the market with her and picked up dinner, and we‘d watched a movie and made out before we fell asleep like we usually do. Ever since the day we agreed that we’d be able to be in each other’s presence naked without having sex, we hadn’t slept together clothed. Everything was good when we went to sleep, but now
she was staring at me, looking like she was about to cry or kill me, possibly both. I saw both my guns still on the nightstands. They were a little too close for comfort.
“Keeley, what are you doing?”
“What is wrong with me?”
“What?” I didn’t understand. What is she talking about?
“I just don’t understand.”
“Tell me the fuck about it. What is your problem?”
“Don’t you fucking curse at me, Dillon. You’re pissing me off.” She slapped me hard on my bare chest.
Yeah, she’s going to kill me.
I run through the day in my mind, trying to think of what I could’ve done or what she could’ve seen that would piss her off. I was coming up with a big fat blank.
“What is wrong with me?” She asked me again.
“There is nothing wrong with you. Why do you keep asking me that?”
“Then why am I not good enough?”
Oh, wait… this can’t be what she’s going on about.
“What makes you think you’re not good enough?”
“The fact that you still haven’t made me yours!” She punched me in the chest this time.
“Woman, we spoke about this. I can’t give you what you want.”
“Why not?”
Another hit. “Look, I’m not going to lay here and be beat on. Get the fuck off me so I can leave.”
“Why not?” She asked a bit softer. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s stopping you from being with me.”
I shut my mouth and just looked to the side. I had my reasons, and I wasn’t going to be questioned by her. I didn’t break that easy.
“You aren’t going to talk to me?”
I just stared and rolled my eyes, she was getting on my nerves.
“Ok, then let me give you a little incentive to talk to me.” She raised up on her knees and grabbed my face, kissing me. She kissed me deeply, letting all her passion flow through. I loved the feel of her lips on me, and the argument was quickly forgotten after just a few seconds.
What the fuck? No, no, no… Yes!
While she was kissing me, she somehow managed to lift up enough to line the head of my cock up with her honey pot. I was already as hard as a rock, a common affliction whenever I was in her presence. She sat down on me but only slightly, the head barely parting her lips. I could feel the warmth and wetness, though. I could feel the plush satin of her walls straining to keep me out.
“Don’t move an inch, Dillon, or I will get up and you can leave.”
“What the fuck? What are you talking about?”
“Why can’t you be with me?”
“Keeley, are you shitting me right now?” It had been months since I was balls deep inside someone, and all I had wanted since then was Keeley.
“Tell me why.” She swirled her hips so slightly that if I wasn’t so sensitive right now, I wouldn’t have noticed.
“The fuck, Keeley! I swear on my life if you don’t stop your shit!” She didn’t understand the desperation, the blind need that had just overtaken me to grab her hips and slam her down on me. It was carnal, a need stronger than fight or flight, stronger than hate or love. I needed to be inside her. She was playing way too close to the fire for her to leave me like this now.
“Oh, you want me to stop?” She sunk a few millimeters further on my dick. The only thing my brain could think to do was raise my hips off the bed and move further inside. I knew she was serious about getting up if I moved though, in the back of my mind, I wondered if I could get off in one pump.
“Tell me why.” She swirled again.
I wanted to cry, it felt so good, and I was so frustrated with her and with the situation. I grabbed on to the headboard and tried to block out the sensation. She was torturing me, plain and simple, and I was so close to breaking, it was pitiful.
“Dillon, please,” she whispered to me. I roared in frustration, my desperation at an all-time high. I wanted her, and I wanted to be with her, I wanted to make her mine.
“If something were to happen to you, I’d fucking kill everyone.”
“You think you’d be putting me in danger?”
“I know I would. You don’t belong in my world. It's full of killers, fighters and fucked up bikers. It’s not for an angel like you.”
“I’m not worried about anyone else but you. All I want is you. All I need is you.” She swirled again, dropping a little more. The whole head of my cock was inside her now. Her walls began to clench around it, and her face and chest began to flush.
“All I want is you,” I said to her, pulling her head back to mine. I already knew that if anyone was ever going to be ol’ lady material, it was her. I just wanted to keep her away from the dirt. But I had already sullied her and she was fine with it.
“So, take me, Dillon. Make me yours.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking. I’ll never let you go.”
“It's all I’m asking for.” She raised her head slightly, her hair creating a curtain, blocking everything from my line of sight but her face and chest.
I felt my resolve crack at that very moment. I grabbed Keeley by the legs and flipped her underneath me.
I plunged in halfway before her hand shot out reflexively to stop me. “You’re mine. I take what's mine when I want it.”
She smiled at me, her eyes hooded with pleasure. “Go in slowly, babe. I want to feel you stretch every inch of me.”
I threw my head back, willing myself not to cum from her words alone. I let myself dive deeper, inch by glorious inch until I was snuggled inside her tight warm pussy. I didn’t move after that. I couldn’t. I was sure if I did, I would find out if I could indeed cum in one pump. The answer was a resounding, yes!
“Dillon, please. I want you so bad. Move.”
“Give me a second, Princess.” I pulled out slowly and could feel her walls contracting around me, not wanting me to leave.
“Fuck, Dillon. I need more. Oh, please.” She arched off the bed, her hips rolling and pressing down to bring me back in. She was just as desperate as I was.
“This is going to be quick. I can’t hold back anymore.” I gathered her hips in my hands to try and still her. I had no willpower left, and the only thing stopping me from ramming her through the wall was the fact that I didn’t want to hurt her. I was a big boy, and even though I could feel her body was more than just wet and ready for me, I didn’t know if she was ready for all of me.
“Give it to me, Dillon. I can take it.”
That’s my girl.
The thought made me smile. I was right. She was my girl. Finally.
I pushed back in and let desire and need take over. I pounded into Keeley relentlessly, only pausing briefly every once in a while to watch her legs shake with her powerful orgasms.
I could feel my release building up inside of me as I pounded into her harder, grunting. My legs tensed and lightning shot through the fibers in my muscles.
“Oh, oh, Dillon!” She screamed my name one more time, and I could feel one deep long tight contraction of her pussy.
“Thank fuck!” I growled as I pumped everything I had into her. My midsection bowed powerfully with every pulse that shot out of me. I had to grab onto the headboard to keep me upright; it felt as if I wouldn’t ever stop cumming.
Finally, when every last drop of energy was pulled from my body, I pulled out of her.
She winced as we parted ways.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked I had been rough with her. Usually, I didn’t care. As long as the girl wasn’t screaming stop, no more, I would keep on going. But with Keeley, I wanted to attempt at least to cherish her.
“Only in a good way.” She smiled at me; she was bright-eyed and flushed.
She’d won and I was sure she was gloating in her head. I was grateful that I didn’t have to hear it.
Suddenly my peace of mind went straight out the window.
We didn’t use a condom.
It was the first time in my life th
at I had gone raw with anyone. I didn’t know what she was thinking about not using a condom.
“Princess, you know I meant everything I said about not letting you go, right?”
She scrunched her eyebrows and sat up to look at me, the cover falling away from her plump breast.
I looked down, and whatever I had wanted to say flew straight out of my mind. I wanted her again.
“Dillon?”
Focus!
“Uh, yeah, I was just making sure that you knew that I was serious about staying with you.”
“Yeah, why are you saying it again?”
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me. I didn’t want her to freak out when she realized. “Well, we didn’t use a condom, and as much as I left in there, you could for sure be pregnant.”
She laughed softly. “No, I couldn’t. I have an IUD.”
A what and the where?
“Um, ok.”
“You have no idea what that is, do you?” She raised her eyebrow at me.
“Not in the least.”
“It is a little device implanted into my uterus that stops me from getting pregnant.”
Disgust must have been all over my face. That didn’t seem safe at all.
She laughed a bit. “No worries. I’m not thinking about getting pregnant at all. But is this a common occurrence for you?”
Thank God! Even though I thought I would step up if she did get pregnant, I never want any kids. Ever.
“No. You’re the only woman I have ever fucked without a rubber.” I pulled her closer to me. “I’m glad I waited. That shit felt amazing.”
“Tell me about it. You’re my first without a condom as well, so I think we’re all good.”
With that out of the way, I pulled her under me again and dove deep into her sweet spot. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of her.
Wire
A muffled scream rang out through the room. I smiled and put more effort into getting deeper. I grabbed Keeley’s hips, slamming in and out of her tight pussy. I kept waiting to get tired of being with her, for her body to bore me, but it never happened. Every day she would do something else that would drive me wild. It was the little things.