by Miranda Bee
She didn’t text me back. Several hours had passed before I finally put my cell phone down. I kept it out of arms reach. I had zero self-control with her. She was making me crazy. I wanted her to come over. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her.
Fuck! I had it bad for her, and she couldn’t possibly appreciate what that meant. I was a tramp, to put it lightly. Ever since meeting her, women just didn’t look the same. Nothing would ever be the same. She was special. I had to have her.
I considered texting her again, but with her recent experience with that ass-hat Charlie, I decided against it.
Finally, at about 12 AM, my phone buzzed. I practically jumped off the couch to go check it. I felt like a bumbling idiot. I couldn’t stop smiling as I unlocked my phone. She texted back.
“Hey. I know I’m going to regret this later, but I can’t sleep. You wanna pick me up?”
***
Sammy straddled the bike, wrapped her arms around me, and laid her head on my back. I revved the bike and took off. I wanted to show her my favorite little 24-hour diner. It was an older building just outside of the city. They had the best Scones and coffee in the state.
It didn’t hurt that the diner would take at least half an hour to ride to. I loved feeling her body hugged close to mine. Every now and then, I’d look down and steal glances at her pale hands grasping my leather jacket.
My heart was still.
Winding through the city in the middle of the night was a surreal experience. The further you got, the less dense traffic was. The further you got, the quieter the night became. After a while, all you could hear was the roar of your motor. The wind danced around us, parting to make room for our journey.
I felt Sammy’s heart race against my back.
We pulled into the parking lot at The Sone Palace and hopped off the bike. Sammy was a sight to see. She looked like a bobble-head doll with my shiny black helmet strapped to her head. She even wobbled a bit.
“Not used to riding on a bike?” I asked, grinning.
“First time, actually.”
“You can ride my hog any time you like, little lady,” I winked.
She undid the helmet and pulled it off soon enough for me to see her rolling her eyes.
“You’re a dumbass,” she mocked, “And I’m not a little lady.”
She shoved the helmet into my gut and turned towards the diner.
“You’re a feisty little insomniac.”
She shrugged, “Sorry. I have been in a terrible mood lately. I have been averaging two to three hours of sleep a night.”
“I know how to wear you out,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.
She laughed, elbowing me gently in the side. I hooked my arm in hers, dragging my hand down to her palm. I held her hand and pulled her toward me. She gasped, caught off by my forwardness. She was fighting a smile.
I slid my hand down, holding her at the small of her back. I leaned in, brushing my lips against skin. My heart raced and my stomach flipped. Sammy’s lips were soft, warm, and giving. She kissed me back, parting my lips with hers. She pulled back a little, searching my eyes for something. She was trying to see my reaction.
I kissed her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Fuck, she tasted sweet. Everything about this set my body on fire. The pleasure I felt was only over powered by the sensation of hunger. I was so desperately hungry for more. I didn’t want to stop.
My cock started to swell. Shit! This was our first ‘real’ date. I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted a proper date. Eventually, I’d have to get her flowers and chocolate. I wanted all the regular shit with Sammy.
“Maybe, you should take me back home,” she whispered through a broken kiss, “Wear me out?”
I pulled back, grinning.
“Sammy, we’re here for Scones, not bones.”
I shook my head, grabbed her hand, and walked towards the restaurant. She dragged along, begrudgingly. I was completely lit up. I loved making her hot. She was so revved up! Now, of course, I had to tease her.
Jesus, I felt like a kid again, teasing the girl I had a crush on.
***
The waitress brought each of us a plate of waffles and fried chicken. Sammy sat across from me, sipping her coffee.
“How does that help your insomnia?” I asked.
“It doesn’t,” she shrugged.
We started eating our midnight comfort food and talked about everything. Sammy was paranoid that she was going to get fired for spending time with me. I couldn’t understand living life under someone else’s thumb. It seemed too complicated for me.
She eventually relaxed. We talked about random shit for a while, laughed way too loud, and ended up neglecting our food. By the time we realized we’d been there for over an hour, our food was already cold and only half-eaten.
We decided to go to my place and watch a movie. She didn’t feel like going home. She didn’t come out and say it, but I knew the assault was bothering her. It made me so angry, too. I could easily handle that asshole. It would be like nothing to me. Yet, I had to hold back. I could fix her problem, yet, I couldn’t.
I wanted to, though.
I hated seeing her worry like that. Her eyes were blood shot with dark circles underneath. She was obviously very tired. I hoped that if she came to my house and watched a movie, she’d be relaxed enough to fall asleep.
Of course, we could always do something else to help her get some sleep. The thought of her opening up to me, me filling her up, was too much. I wanted her so fucking badly. Still, I wanted to be a gentleman. I wasn’t going to push her.
I paid our ticket and we headed out. I had just downloaded a movie about a famous club that hosted some of the most famous punk musicians in American history. I figured it would be a good flick.
***
Well, shit. I’d have to watch the movie again, later. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. In the apartment, I turned all the lights off and grabbed a blanket from the linen closet. I scooped Sammy up in my arms and held her close. We laid on the couch together, watching the movie.
Only, I couldn’t watch the damn movie.
I just couldn’t peel my eyes away from her. She fell asleep almost instantly. The soft light of the television highlighted her features. She had thick long eyelashes and chubby cheeks. She looked a lot like Snow White, only with longer hair and green eyes. She was so incredibly beautiful. I didn’t know how I ended up so lucky. She breathed softly. I watched her chest rise and fall.
We didn’t kiss or pet or anything like that. She was so tired. With me, she could finally relax. I wondered if it was because she trusted me. She felt safe with me.
I was a violent man. Most people wouldn’t understand where I was coming from. I wondered if Sammy could stand to look at me if she knew how bad I was. Despite all of that, I didn’t think she was making a mistake in trusting me. I would never hurt her. I would always protect her if she let me. All of those fears I had before, about losing control, were nothing but vapors. I would not hurt her. I would not be like my dad. The idea (or rather, fear) seemed ludicrous now, looking at her. I was falling for this sleeping angel.
My heart ached, and it burned with hellfire. This was what falling in love was like.
Chapter 9
Sammy Wood
I woke up in Devin’s arms. His beard was tickling my nose. I lifted my head and looked around. It was 8 in the morning. I slept for a solid 6 hours. It was the first time in a while that I had gotten that much sleep in a solid block. I couldn’t turn my mind off at night. I heard noises in my apartments that were probably nothing. Yet, ever since Charlie, I couldn’t help but wonder if they were something else.
I’d hear a soft clunking noise, get up and investigate. I wouldn’t find anything, of course. It was probably just my neighbor’s dishwasher going up stairs. Then, I’d hear a long rattling sound. I’d get up and investigate. It was nothing but my AC kicking on.
Then, sometimes, I wouldn’t hear anythi
ng. That made me nervous, too.
The thing that kept me up the most was the fact that Charlie got me. I couldn’t handle him. I couldn’t defend myself. It put a major crack in the careful lifestyle I lived. My defenses, the ones I’d taken so much pride in, were shit. Sure, I kept myself from falling in love all these years. What did it matter? I still got hurt. I couldn’t protect myself.
Devin was cracking my defenses, too.
The soft morning light bled in through the blinds, highlighting his features. He had these plump lips. Every time I looked at them, I just wanted to kiss them. I watched his hard chest rise and fall. He looked so peaceful. His arms were loosely draped around me. His right hand rested on the small of my back, his left cupped over my ass.
I giggled.
He shifted a little, opening his sleepy eyes. He smiled at me and yawned.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey,” he said, “So you finally got sleep?”
I nodded.
“Come here, Officer Wood.”
I grinned, scaling his chest. I brought myself close to his face, our eyes level and our mouths nearly touching. He slid his hand over my cheek and smiled, again.
“You are literally the most beautiful woman in the world.”
I scoffed, “Uh-huh.”
“No. You really are. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m really glad you are here.”
My cheeks got hot and I sighed, “Thank you, Devin. I feel so much better, now.”
As naturally as breathing, I leaned in and kissed him. It was strange. I’d never been with anyone before. I always imagined that I would be awkward. It just wasn’t the case. Not with Devin, anyway. It was so organic with him. His arms closed around my body, drawing me closer to him. He kissed me back with a sense of urgency. I felt his hard cock press into me. I swung my leg down and straddled him. He sat up, effortlessly, cupping my ass in his hands. He guided me onto his cock. My skirt slid up my thigh and gathered at my hips. I could feel the tip of his cock drag along my pussy.
I slid my hand down, freeing his cock from his boxers. With one swift motion, he slid his cock into my pussy. Every nerve ending was ablaze with pleasure. His cock was so thick. I was so full. I rocked my hips, sliding up and down his shaft. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side.
“Jesus, Sammy,” he panted, his eyes glued to my tits.
He pushed them together, craning his head down to taste my nipple. His strong tongue swirled the circle of my tender flesh, elevating every savory jolt of pleasure. Every movement, every touch, and every kiss invaded my walls. He swept my body like an ocean wave, immersing me in his love.
“Devin,” I whimpered, “fuck me!”
He kissed along my collar bone and up the curve of my neck. He parted my lips in his. His tongue circled mine, rousing desperation in my body. I needed him. I needed him every moment of every second. He arched his head back as his body grew rigid. I kissed his thick, tattooed shoulders. I pushed his beard aside, kissing his large Adam’s Apple.
“Sammy, I’m going to cum!” he warned.
I hooked my arms over his back and bounced in his lap. I drove his pulsing sex deeper with each lunge, hoping to feel him burst within me. When it happened, I let go. I had offered myself up. I was devout to this lust. It was an awakening. My body burst at the seams with his incredible life. It was an awakening.
I shivered.
He took my hand and held it over his heart. It raced under my palm. His eyes met mine, wide and full of unspoken words. I understood his meaning. The message resonated with me. This was really real. Devin and I were falling for each other, hard.
***
I was late for work. I was reeling. I couldn’t stop smiling. For the first time in weeks, Charlie wasn’t anywhere in my thoughts. It was Devin. I thought about his body, his kiss, and the feel of his heart beat. He was so goddamned sexy. He was perfect.
I shifted nervously as I thought about the fact that he was my parolee. It was easy to ignore reality, but the fact was that both Devin and I could get in serious trouble.
I tried to shake it off. I felt like a completely different person. I wasn’t being my usual cautious self, and it felt so freeing. MaryAnn was going to grill me, I was certain. I grinned as I fought the morning traffic. I tried to imagine the look on her face when I told her. She would be proud of me. Hell, even I was proud of myself.
Chapter 10
Devin “The Devil’ Winchester
It was good to be out with my brothers and sisters. The Sons of the Shadow were a tight knit group. We all went out to have a few drinks and play pool. Even Mathias came out, which wasn’t usual. He was a lot older and preferred to stay home with his wife. He had slowed down quite a bit in the last few years. This was the first night, since prison, that things felt normal. The music was loud, the company was good, and yet, I was miserable.
I kept checking my phone on the off chance that Sammy had texted. That woman had turned me into a nervous school boy. I couldn’t get her out of my head. She was beautiful. She was unlike any woman I had ever met. I knew she wanted me. At first, I couldn’t understand why she pushed me away. The more I got to know her, the more I understood.
She had a terrible childhood. Her parents were complete shit bags. Plus, Charlie really shook her up. When we made love, finally, it was like heaven. It was difficult for her. Falling in love was risky business. I was willing to take that risk. I was starting to believe that Sammy was too. Unfortunately, she hadn’t called or texted in several days. I didn’t want to push her, though. This was new territory for both of us.
Just before I was about to give up, my phone buzzed. It was Sammy. I held the phone up to my ear and plugged the other one.
“Hello,” I yelled, “Sammy?”
I couldn’t hear a goddamned thing. My veins ran ice-cold. What if she was in danger? Here I was at a bar nearly 40 minutes from her house, and she needed me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I dashed out of the lounge into the back hallway by the bathrooms.
“Hello, Sammy? Can you hear me?”
Nothing. I looked down and my screen read ‘call ended’. Fuck me!
I swiped the phone icon on my cell to call her back but paused. I heard shouting in the bathroom. I pressed my ear against the door to hear better. It was garbled, but I was positive that it was Mathias.
“You need to stop fucking around! We’ve got one shot to make this work. This is about money. Okay?”
There was silence for a moment.
“We aren’t going back. We’re not going to get caught.”
Another short pause.
“Well, shit, think about Oliv-“
Another short pause.
“Okay, I get it. We just need to stay the course. Don’t be a pussy.”
Another short pause was interrupted by a burst of belly laughs. Mathias came strolling out of the bathroom sliding his phone in his pocket. He patted me on the shoulder and laughed again.
“Hell-fucking-yeah,” he said, pausing to look up and down the hall and then back to me, “The fuck you doing hanging out by the bathrooms? Come drink with me, my man!”
“I wish I could, but I can’t.”
“Well, why the hell not? We’ve got to celebrate!”
“Celebrate what?”
“Things are finally going my way,” he said, winking, “So, come on! Have a drink with me!”
I laughed. It was good to see him happy. He must have ironed out the deal with Adam. It was a relief because I was starting to get nervous. Maybe I was being an alarmist? Maybe there was no deep conspiracy? All my brothers and sisters were as loyal as ever.
I looked down at my phone and sighed, “I can’t.”
“Lady troubles? Don’t tell me you’re settling down? Devin “The Devil’ Winchester?! Holy shit!”
I smiled. I needed to call her back.
When I did, there was still no answer. She was in trouble. I was too far away to keep my two-
minute promise. However, I knew a few short cuts.
I ran out of the bar, hopped on my bike, and sped to her house. Literally, I was riding at speeds insane to even a biker. I made it in 20 minutes.
***
I knocked on her door. She didn’t answer. There was no movement in the house, though I could see the TV light flickering through the blinds. I knocked again, this time much harder. Finally, I saw Sammy’s slender figure rise from the couch. She moved slowly, answering the door in a groggy voice.
“Who is it?” she called out.
“It’s me!”
“Who’s me?”
“Devin, goddamn it! Don’t you have a peephole?”
She opened the door rubbing her eyes and yawning, “I was just having a dream about you. I mean, I think.”
She let me in the door and closed it behind me.
“You called?” I groaned, “Jesus, Sammy, you can’t do that to me. I nearly had a heart attack.”
I paced back and forth, trying to calm down.
“What are you talking about?”
“Charlie. That’s what I’m talking about. I thought you were in trouble.”
“I didn’t call you.”
“Yeah, you did. When I tried to call you back, you didn’t answer.”
She wrinkled her brow and yawned again, “Wait.”
She walked back to the couch, pulling up a cushion. She pulled out her phone and unlocked it.
“Well, it looks like I did call you,” she said, “Sorry. I think I butt-dialed you.”
I sighed, shaking my head. I was relieved, in the end. I didn’t want anyone to hurt her. So far as I could tell, Charlie had booked it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on the other side of the country by now. Then again, that was what a smart person would do, and perhaps I’d given him too much credit.
He would not do well in prison, either. Guys like him were a dime a dozen. Weak men who thought they could experience the thrill of power by hurting someone they perceived to be weak were usually the weakest lot behind steel bars.