The Love of Her Death

by Luna Carrol

  She looked to the side. Her heart skipped a beat. It was the biker. He was still here? He had stayed all night? Don't chicken out now. She smiled and made direct eye contact.

  His brow creased. “Aren't you...?"

  "Maybe.” She slowly walked past him. She could just run now. Run and giggle. Is this what it felt like to be a tease? Oh my god, that's what she was doing! She was teasing him. She laughed as she walked.

  All her life she had heard that teasing was a bad thing. Of course, so was having sex, talking dirty, telling your boss to go fuck himself. All the things she had denied herself were the very things that could have freed her, and she was free now. She could do anything.

  She reached the other door and looked back over her shoulder with a smile. The biker smiled and stood.

  Opening the door, she left it that way. If she closed the door, the biker might reopen it to another car and not where she waited for him. She stepped out onto the end of the train to find a small platform with the tracks sliding back and away as the train continued. The sun was bright as it began its trip downward. She turned her back to the rail and waited for the biker.

  He stepped from the car and closed the door. Looking back at her, he smiled. “I like the new do.” He pointed to her hair.

  She twirled a lock lying on her shoulder with her finger. “Thanks. I needed a change."

  He nodded. “It was getting hot in there."

  "Could be that leather coat you're wearing."

  He chuckled. “You think?"

  "Do you always wear it?"

  He shrugged it off revealing a black t-shirt stretching over a muscular chest. “No. Not always. Just didn't want to leave it lying around. I heard that you never know when you're going to reach your stop on this freaky as hell train."

  "True enough. I've seen people leave things behind."

  "You know shit? Tell me.” He stepped closer, holding his jacket over his forearm.

  "I can't tell you much. I've known people that disappeared. The train only stops to take on passengers, not to drop them off. As for possessions, I don't think you can take anything not on you."

  He looked to the side of the train tracks. “Can you jump?"

  "I don't think so. The train won't let you leave. We're all on a journey to...” Damn train whistle. Why won't it let her say it?

  The biker smiled. “It knows."

  "Knows?” She placed her hands on the rail.

  "The train knows when someone is going to name any destination. I could swear it.” He stood beside her and looked back off the train. “Don't matter what you say. It just doesn't like to be told where it's going."

  "You mean, if I said we're going to Wash...” The train whistled again. She couldn't even say Washington. “But I've spoken of working in Washington before."

  He nodded. “Seems you can talk about any place you want, and you can say where you've been. You just can't say that's where you're going."

  "Like the passenger cars.” She spoke while staring absently at the platform.

  "What about them?"

  "Uh ... oh, nothing.” If she told the other passengers how to get around, then she could never get away from them. Better to remain safe. “This train doesn't like to be told where to go. It's that simple. It knows where each of us is going, and it intends on getting us there."

  "So, what you here for?” He ran a finger up her bare arm.

  Damn, talk about shifting the conversation. She looked down at his finger. “Murder. I'm sure you are too."

  "You don't strike me as the kind to commit murder. What happen, someone make you chip a nail?” He laughed.

  He had to be kidding. Of course, with this outfit on she did look more like a debutante. She tried to smile. “No. I shot all my co-workers in a discount department store."

  He laughed out right and tried to control his response when he saw she wasn't laughing with him. “You're serious? Was it the holiday season?"

  "No. I just had enough."

  "Talk about going Postal.” He shook his head. “You planned it?"

  "No. I didn't. Well, kinda, I think. I had a gun with me, and I don't normally carry those around. All I remember is seeing their faces as I shot them. I don't remember much about it really."

  "Pleading the old temporarily insane thing, huh?” He wrapped his leather coat around her shoulders and turned her to face him.

  "I guess so.” She liked this already. Princess meets bad boy. Now that is a fantasy come true. “What did you do?"

  "What didn't I do?” He laughed. “I guess you could say I had a rough childhood. I lived hard and died ... Shit, for the life of me I can't remember how I died."

  "I can't either. I'll have to remember to ask Colin about that."

  "Who's Colin? The boyfriend?” His eyes lowered to her pushed up breasts.

  She laughed. “Hardly. He's the asshole conductor that is all talk if you know what I mean."

  He grinned. “I do.” He raised his eyes and pulled her hard against him. “I'm not all talk."

  "I believe you.” She placed her hands on his hips.

  When she lived, she saw women with his type. Their hands tucked into each other's jeans and some with matching tattoos. She didn't understand the appeal until now. He represented the rebel. The one type of person that did what he wanted. The type of person that most people wanted to be but didn't at the same time.

  "I ain't too happy with the life I led. I could have done something good with it, and I never had a steady girlfriend. Some guys aren't cut out for commitment."

  "Maybe some girls aren't either.” Must be the truth. She never had a very serious boyfriend. Nothing that would end in marriage anyway.

  He smiled. “Maybe not."

  His kiss was surprisingly gentle. He smelled of leather and soap. This was no ordinary biker. Tender lips, clean smell, and her fingers told her all she needed to know about the perfect six-pack he had for abs. She kissed him back with no shame and moaned.

  He straightened and smiled down at her. “How long do you think we have?"

  "Long enough.” She eased her fingers inside the waist of his jeans. Yeah. She liked the feel of his jeans and firm waist. “That is if you want to."

  "Hell yeah.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled his shirt over his head.

  Staring at his chest and stomach, she nearly drooled. He must have worked out every day of his life. A tattoo of a Chinese dragon covered the right side of his chest, the serpentine tail wrapping his nipple.

  She smiled as she lowered her tongue and traced the dragon, nipping playfully at his nipple. He smelled so good. If she had known what the smell of leather would do for her, she would have bought more leather. Maybe she would have dated more guys wearing leather. She chuckled lightly.

  "I want to see what you're wearing under that dress.” His voice lowered and sounded husky now.

  She smiled up at him, his nipple still caught in her teeth.

  He chuckled. “Don't bite too hard. I ain't into that."

  Imagine that. There was actually another person on this train who wasn't into pain for pleasure. She kissed his nipple and stood straight. “No? You didn't get any pleasure out of killing whoever it was you killed?"

  "Oh, I did. Believe me. The fucker beat my mom."

  "I'm sorry.” There had to be some justice in this screwed up existence. Surely killing a criminal wasn't as bad as killing a ... co-worker. She gulped. She hated thinking that she was just as bad, if not worse, than the others she encountered on this train.

  "Don't be. I enjoyed it.” He looked down at her dress. “What's a fancy lady wear under that?"

  Her? A fancy lady? For tonight anyway. “A lot of things.” She pressed up against him. “A lot of lacey things. Gartered hose, corset, and high heels."

  His lips parted as his eyes lowered. “Let me see."

  She turned her back to him. “You have to help me."

  "I've always been one to help the ladies."

  She giggl
ed. “I bet you have. Helped them right out of their jeans."

  He laughed as he helped her lift the dress over her head and draped it over the railing. Turning back to her, he stared. His eyes traveled up and down, and his hand wiped his mouth.

  "Damn. Looks like something right out of Playboy. Can you breathe in that thing?"

  "No.” She smiled. “Not really. You wanna save me?"

  "No.” Wicked man. “I want to see you in it as I make love to you."

  Make love? Huh. He could say it. Colin couldn't even bring himself to say the word. She didn't fool herself into thinking that this stranger meant it that way, but at least he cared enough about her feelings to say it in a nice way. How odd. The cowboy was crude, and it turned her on. Marie was taboo, and that turned her on. Now, the bad boy turns out to be a gentleman, and that really turned her on.

  "Even if it kills me?” She slid her hands up his naked torso. Each ridge responded with a tiny spasm to her touch.

  "I won't hurt you. I want you to like what I'm doing. If it hurts too bad, let me know."

  Now, she wanted to wear the thing no matter what just to please him. A sweet talker could really get her to do anything.

  He looked around. “I don't think there is anyway to do this comfortably."

  She placed her cheek against his chest. His heartbeat sounded so wonderful. His warmth wrapped her. “What can I call you?"

  "Jay."

  "Just Jay?” She inhaled deeply.

  "It's short for Jacob, but everyone just calls me Jay.” He lifted her face. “And you?"

  "Donnice, but everyone just calls me Donnes."

  "You gonna forget me, Donnes?"

  She shook her head no. “Never.” It was the truth. How could she ever forget anything that happened on this train? He was the nicest thing to happen to her. At least he could be if he didn't try to kill her.

  "Good. I didn't do anything to be remembered by when I was alive. I bet everyone back home has forgotten me already."

  "You're not going to try and kill me are you?” She softened the question with a little laugh.

  "Huh?” He pulled his head back and grinned. “I don't think so."

  She nodded. “Good. Cause I'm not really into pain either.” She lowered her voice and lifted her mouth. “Kiss me, Jay."

  He lowered his lips to hers. Pressing his hand to her breast, he pushed the corset lower making her nipples stand proudly over the edge. His thumb rubbed over her rosy tips. His mouth moved to her neck and kissed a trail down to the exposed nipple.

  Bending back, Donnes allowed her hair to hang down. The train's movement, the fact that they were out in the open air, everything created a sense of the wild in her. She bent her leg and pressed her pelvis against the outline of his cock. His briefs did little to hide the size and shape of it.

  Using one hand, he pulled her leg higher and pushed his shaft against her thin, silky panties. Her moisture quickly penetrated the material and made it seem almost non-existent.

  "How do we get those off?” His voice was husky now.

  "The garter for the hose is in the way. I'll have to take off the hose first."

  "No. I like the hose.” He pulled his knife out of the blue jeans lying over the railing.

  "Um ... Jay, that frightens me."

  He smiled. “I'm not into pain, remember?"

  She swallowed as he lowered the knife. Looking down between them she watched as the knife slid between her slit and the delicate panties. Gently he pulled the knife through the material, cutting it cleanly. He raised the knife and showed it to her with a smile.

  "See? You can trust me.” He slid the knife back into his pants.

  "You're not going to try and kill me?"

  He arched a brow and looked oddly at her. “Kill you? That wasn't my intention. No. Why do you keep asking me that?"

  She sighed and smiled. “Never mind. Just me being paranoid. Remember what train we're on?"

  "Yeah.” He answered her, but his eyes rested between her thighs, and his voice sounded devoid of interest.

  His hand lowered and parted her nether lips. He wasted no time in finding her clit. The shock of his precision caused her to gasp.

  "Lean back, I won't let you fall."

  She gripped his strong arms and leaned back enough to feel each tiny circle he made. She tried her best not to let go. Closing her eyes, all she wanted to do was relax and feel what he was doing to her. The train's wheels kept in time with his fingers. A breeze blew by and lifted her hair. She was doing exactly what she wanted to do.

  Grinding her hips, she sought the one thing that would tell her how free she was. She wanted to cum in this perfect setting.

  "That's it, Donnes. Roll for me. You have no idea how beautiful you are."

  Such sweet words. And his fingers ... his thumb. He used everything he could. He licked two of his fingers and slid them in her ready sheath. Using the one leg she stood on, she fucked his fingers deeply and slowly.

  "I can't wait too long, Donnes. Just looking at you is killing me."

  She smiled and barely opened her eyes. “You can wait, can't you? For me?"

  He chuckled. “I'll do my best."

  She lowered her head back once more. She moaned as he placed his thumb over her clit and left his fingers in her. Perfect. His hand did everything just right.

  "My leg is getting tired, Jay."

  He pulled her up to him. “Good. I want you to cum on me. I want us to cum together. Never was one for selfishness."

  She kissed him deeply as he lowered his briefs. He walked her backward to lean on the door. “I'll hold your legs up, Donnes."

  She nodded while lifting one leg for him to grab. His biceps bulged as he lifted both of her arms. Bracing herself with the doorframe, she bit her lower lip. This was going to feel so good. What she wouldn't have given to find him while she lived. Maybe everything would be different now if she had.

  He watched her face as he slid his long cock into her moistened channel. As hot as he looked, she closed her eyes and moaned. She pushed her back against the door for the added resistance necessary.

  His thrusts became harder, his breathing deeper, but his arms never seemed to tire. The grinding began. It made her open her eyes. He was gorgeous. The muscles in his chest and stomach contracted with his thrusts. His hair fell forward to the sides of his face, and his lips were parted just enough.

  He closed his eyes, and his brow creased as he began pumping harder. His moans deepened with the thrusts. “You feel so good, Donnes."

  Such sweetness. And she thought he was a bad boy. She lowered her hand and found her clit. It was all she needed, just a little more ... just a little ... She moaned as the climax hit her.

  "Jay ... Yes, Jay."

  He pulled himself closer to her and held her still for a moment. Just a moment and then he drove into her sharply. Every muscle in his body tightened and bunched. “God, your cumming down my legs."

  She laughed softly. “I'm sorry."

  "Shh. It feels good, Donnes.” He held her close and lowered her legs slowly. “Did you like it that much?"

  She nodded. “You did everything just right.” She buried her head in the crook of his neck.

  The air smelled wonderful. Fresh. Cool. The sun was lower now. She closed her eyes to savor the moment. Her arms came together, filled with air.

  No. She didn't want to open her eyes. Where was his warmth? She was so cold now. The breeze no longer felt so good. She hugged herself tightly as the train whistle blew.

  She blinked her eyes open. No Jay. He was gone. He left just like the others. He was taken right from her arms.

  "Why now?” she whispered to the tracks disappearing behind her. “I see nowhere for him to have gotten off. Where is he?"

  The train's whistle was so sad. It echoed through the passing mountains. Odd, she hadn't even realized that there were mountains in the distance. She hadn't noticed anything but Jay. She looked around.

  Draped over t
he rail, along with her dress was a leather jacket. “Oh no. He left it behind."

  She dressed and pulled the leather jacket on. This is why Colin didn't want to feel anything. Imagine going through this repeatedly. She couldn't handle that. She looked to the mountains in the distance. “But I don't regret you, Jay. I won't forget you. I told you I wouldn't, and I won't. You did something very right while living."

  He heard her. She just needed to believe that. Wherever he was now, he needed to hear it. She looked up at the sky. “I got a feeling. It's just a feeling..."

  Maybe Colin had experienced this. Maybe even numerous times and that's why he didn't want to form any kind of attachment again. She didn't want to understand that; it meant he would never really want her. However, she did understand all too well now. She would never see Jay again. Not ever.

  Chapter Nine

  She returned to Colin's room. There was nowhere else to go really. There were times when a person needed to be alone. Sad times, personal times, and times for deep thought. She needed that deep thought time.

  All her life she had done what people expected of her; she dressed the way others expected her to, worked because she knew she had to in order to pay her bills, took the verbal abuse because her boss could fire her, and tolerated the meager pay. There were no other jobs for a girl who couldn't afford college. She even pretended to like people she didn't like so as not to seem rude and ignored the rude attitudes from the customers.

  She couldn't go on like that. Of course, it was a little late now. She was going to die ... Why hadn't she? She was beginning to think that only the evil ones were taken, but Jay wasn't evil. She pulled his jacket around her tighter. He wasn't evil at all.

  She looked at her reflection. She would have to change again. Change everything about herself really. Damn it. Just when she thought she had it all figured out, Jay came along. Now, she needed to re-think everything.

  She pulled the door open. Everything was still lacy and frilly, but this time she chose a gown with her eyes open. Her hair was still red. She couldn't do anything about that now, but she could pick out a less revealing dress.