by Alli Sims
The door banged against the wall once more. This time, it was a mixture of guards and the police, their guns drawn in front of them. They cuffed Michael before having to take the other two out on stretchers.
A paramedic tried to look over Jenna, but she pushed him away. Her heart was still pounding out of her chest, but the adrenaline was slowly wearing off. She buried her face in Damien’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
“I’ll look after her,” Damien told the paramedic.
He led her out of the warehouse. When they were outside, she could see that the sun had gone down. The time loss disoriented her, made her anxious. Damien grabbed bandages and something to clean up the wounds on her wrists where the rope had bit into her. It wasn’t too bad, but she let him bandage her up.
“What took you so long to get here?” She asked.
“I got knocked over the back of the head. Knocked me right out. I was on my way to the hospital in the back of an ambulance when your dad called me looking for you.”
“And you came to get me.”
“I did.”
“How did you know where I was?” She asked as he finished bandaging her wrists.
“I stuck a tracker in your bag earlier,” he said with a grin.
“Bastard.”
“I know. I’m evil,” he kissed both of her wrists gently.
“Jenna!”
She turned her head to see both of her parents running up to her. Both of them looked a mess. It gave her a little comfort knowing they were so worried about her, they still cared about her. She couldn’t keep it together at that point.
As they hugged her, she cried on both of them. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’ve screwed up so bad lately.”
“Oh, who cares?” Her mom said as she wiped her tears. “We love you. We’re just glad that you’re okay.”
They wrapped her up again. She sniffled, trying to get her eyes to cooperate, but all she could do was sob. She glanced over at Damien who was smiling softly.
“Thank you,” she mouthed silently.
Damien raised a hand. A cop came over to him before they walked away. They were both gesturing towards the building. Jenna supposed the officer was taking his statement. The sound of her mom’s voice cut into her thinking, bringing her back to the world of flashing police and ambulance lights.
“Let’s get you home, honey.”
“Wait,” she said glancing at both of them. “I love you guys, but I can’t go home tonight. There’s something I have to do.”
“What could you possibly have to do?” Her mom asked, concern on her features.
“I’m going back with Damien. I’m pretty sure I love him,” she said with a grin.
“Jenna,” her dad started.
“Oh, let her go. At least we know she’ll be safe.”
“Thanks, mom. I love you guys.”
Jenna kissed both of them on the cheek before she jogged over to Damien. He was still talking to the officer. She tried desperately to be patient, but she wasn’t succeeding. Jenna wrapped herself around his arm. He looked down at her in surprise.
“We’re going to need your statement next, Jenna.”
“Tomorrow.”
“It would really help-”
“Tomorrow,” she said more sternly. “Tonight, I want to celebrate not dying. We’re going Damien. Did you bring the car?”
***
Damien nodded. Jenna directed him to a hotel not far from where they were. As soon as they were in a room, she stripped out of her clothes. There were dirt stains on them, smudges of dirt on her cheeks. She stepped into the shower. Damien stepped in with her.
The moment that he captured her lips she was in heaven. His mouth was hungry, demanding. She could feel pleasure sweep down to her toes. His strong hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned against his mouth, tasted his tongue on hers. A shiver of delight ran through her.
Damien was gentle with her at first, but it wasn’t long before he was taking control. His hands didn’t examine her body, they commanded it. He turned her around, pushed her forward. Her hands went to the tile of the tub as his mouth trailed her her flesh. Teeth grazed her skin making her shudder.
“Damien,” she whimpered.
“Shut up,” he said softly.
“I have to tell you that I’m sorry-”
“I said shut up,” he growled. “If you want to apologize, show it.”
The shower was quickly abandoned. Damien pushed her down onto the bed. His fingers played over her breasts, made her bite her lips in anticipation. She realized that his was the touch she’d been missing.
“Damien, please,” she mumbled as he teased her with his hands.
She wanted him. More than anything else at that moment, she wanted to feel him buried deep inside of her. To feel the throb and twitch of his cock in her warmness.
“You haven’t earned anything yet,” he said.
Jenna was the one to growl. She pushed herself up before she settled onto her knees. If he wanted to tease, she could tease too. Her hands traveled over his muscled chest and stomach, down to his strong thighs. Leaning forward, she captured his cock in her mouth.
The sound he made, the deep, sensuous moan, made her moan too. He throbbed within her mouth, his hands going to her hair as they always had. She trailed her tongue over his length, swirled it over his skin until his breathing was heavy. Jenna pulled her cheeks in, felt his hips thrust forward as she devoted herself to sucking his cock.
When he could take no more, he pushed her onto the bed. Damien dove between her thighs. The twist and twirls of his tongue made her shudder. He lapped at her clit until she was writhing against the sheets. Jenna’s breath caught in her throat, her fingers gripping the blanket as she moaned and gasped. Every little whimper from her lips seemed to push him farther, to make him work harder.
“I can’t take it. Please, please stop t-teasing me,” she moaned.
Damien’s hands spread her legs as he guided his length into her. She shuddered, moaning as every inch invaded her insides. Her legs raised, wrapped around his waist tightly as he began thrusting into her.
Jenna’s breathing caught in her throat. Had she been craving him all this time? She missed the feel of him; the way he filled her up, the way he kissed her neck, the way his eyes held hers with each thrust.
Her fingers raked over his back. Their moans began to match up, the sound filling the hotel room. Her back arched off of the bed as she rode her first wave of orgasm. It wasn’t over though. Damien kept her going. He moved her where he wanted, pushed her to her limits before he couldn’t handle it anymore either. In the end, they laid wrapped up in each other with their breathing heavy.
“I’m guessing you missed me,” he mumbled against her hair.
“More than anything.”
Damien grinned. “Good. I have some stipulations this time though.”
“Oh?” Jenna asked, cocking a brow.
“Yes. First, no sneaking around. We’re adults, I want to be treated like one.”
“Of course.”
“Second, I forgive you for your...indiscretions. If it ever happens again, I reserve the right to never speak to you again.”
“Completely understandable. Is that all?”
“No. I want to take you on dates, get our own place. I want a life with you. A good life.”
Jenna grinned. “I want that too.”
“Good,” he said, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.
“Besides,” she said as she sat up slowly, her body sore, “I already told my parents about us.”
“You did what now?”
Jenna giggled. “I told my parents about us.”
“You didn’t. What did you say?”
“The truth,” she replied, flipping on the light to the bathroom.
“And what’s the truth?”
Jenna gazed back over her shoulder at him. The light from the bathroom filtered into the dark room. Silv
ery rays from the moon bathed his face and naked chest in light. She smiled.
“That I love you.”
She turned, walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Jenna didn’t need to hear him say it back in that moment. He’d rushed into a warehouse to save her. He had told her in more ways in once with the way he caressed her, the way he made her moan. She grinned.
Things were going to change.
The End
Rock Steady
The music throbbed throughout the building, vibrating the walls and making Holly wish that she'd brought earplugs. She was hot in the throng of people that surrounded her. What was supposed to have been a small, music concert, had turned into a very large crowd of people. Holly had to head outside. The cool, spring air was calling her.
As she stepped outside, a hand gripped her elbow. She jumped, then settled down when she recognized her friend Jenny. The girl had bright blonde hair that stood in ponytail on her head, the dark makeup contrasting with the brightly colored skirt and top that she wore. A guy had his arm around Jenny's neck. Holly could tell that they were both wasted.
“Where are you going? We were just coming to meet you inside,” Jenny yelled above that music that even poured out to the sidewalk.
“It's too crowded! I thought that this was just a small, local concert tonight.”
Jenny nodded as she sipped something out of a red cup. “It was supposed to be, but apparently there's a band that came back home. Everyone's really psyched about it.”
“What's the name of the band?” Holly asked.
Jenny shrugged, the look on her face already turning bored. “No idea. It's all really anonymous right now. Let's go see.”
Reluctantly, Holly followed them both back inside. The room was stifling with the smell of beer, alcohol, perfume and bodies. Holly regretted her outfit decision now. She wore dark blue jeans with rips in the knees, a black and purple corset covered with silver buckles and heavy black combat boots. Her black hair was streaked with blue. Her fingers grazed the black choker around her neck. It wasn't making it any easier for her to breathe.
“What's up Detroit? We're gonna get this night started off right! Welcome, Jack Attack!”
Holly pressed forward more as the band filled the stage. As the music started, she heard nothing. There was only one person that had her attention. He stood in the front, microphone clutched in his ringed hands. A dark blue guitar hung from around his neck. What struck Holly was the long, black hair that fell past his shoulders, the bare chest that gleamed beneath the lights. It had been so long, but Holly knew who he was.
“I know that guy!” She yelled over the music to Jenny.
“What?”
Holly rolled her eyes. She pressed her lips against Jenny's ear. “I said, I know that guy! I used to live next door to him.”
When Holly stepped back, Jenny's eyes were wide. A big grin covered her face. She gripped Holly's hands as she jumped up and down.
“Introduce me, after the show!”
Holly nodded, but she had no idea if that was even a possibility. The last time that she'd seen Jackson, he was in the cab of his dad's pickup heading away from her. Looking at him, she remembered how close they'd been, always pulling pranks on each other and arguing, but they were inseparable. When his parents got divorced, she hadn't heard from Jackson again. She remembered spending all of her eighth grade year sad and alone. Not even her mother could cheer her up.
As she glanced up onto the stage, she could almost see Jackson as he'd looked when they were children. Back then he'd been a lanky, thin kid with hair that always fell into his eyes and thick glasses. Now, women were staring up at him, their eyes wide as he moved across the stage. He had turned out well.
Holly tried to listen to the music, but she couldn't help the memories that flooded her mind. She and Jackson playing in her living room, catching frogs out by the water, giggling until early morning until one of their parents made them go to bed. As the music ended, she snapped back to the present.
Jackson helped his band move things off of the stage as the crowd roared around her. When their instruments were cleared, the next band made their way up to the stage and began playing. Holly decided to slip her way out for a smoke. She pushed through the crowd of people until she was once more outside. Her fingers slipped out a cigarette before she popped it between her lips.
“Holly.”
She turned toward the voice. Jackson was standing off to the side of the building, a cigarette propped between his lips too. He had forgotten the cigarette as he stared at her, the long, slender tube almost falling out of his mouth. Slowly, the surprise was overtaken with a broad grin. Jackson moved quickly, wrapping Holly up in a tight hug.
“I knew it was you! I saw you inside. I knew I could never forget that face. How have you been? You still look like you did when we were kids, I mean older, but the same. I missed you.”
Holly smiled against his shoulder as he hugged her tightly. She had forgotten about his habit of babbling when he was excited. When she pulled back, she could see the glow in his eyes.
“I'm good, I missed you too. What are you doing here?” She asked.
Jackson lit the cigarette finally before doing the same to hers. “My band decided to come back home. I thought it would be nice to see the place I left.”
Jackson glanced around them as he spoke. The tall buildings of the downtown area were all lit up with lights. The older building hunkered in the darkness like sleeping gargoyles. Graffiti covered walls. Old churches sat empty, but beautiful. Holly knew that not far away, there was the water separating them from Canada. She loved her city.
When she turned back to Jackson, he was gazing at her. She felt herself blush as she looked away again. The way he'd been looking at her hadn't really been a look that she remembered getting when she was younger. Now that she was closer to him, she could see that he'd pierced his ears, tattoos wound their way down his arms. He'd put his black shirt back on, but she tried to remember if he had tattoos on his chest too.
“Are you staying for a while?” She asked.
Jackson nodded. “Yeah, I'm thinking about staying for a week or two. Get back in touch with old friends, play a few more shows. Do you still live in Farmington?”
Holly shook her head. “Nope. My parents still do, but I live a few blocks from here.”
“Cool, we should catch up tonight. We're having a little party in our hotel, you should come.”
Holly grinned. “Sure, why not?”
“Jackson! Do you want to do another set?” A blond man called from the side door.
“Hell yeah! I'll be right there.” Jackson turned back to Holly. “Let me see your cell.”
Holly dug into the pocket of her jeans. She pulled out a wide, purple covered phone before handing it to him. Jackson typed in his number quickly.
“Send me a text. We'll meet up once I'm done,” he started to walk away before he stopped to turn back to her. “You look really good, Holly.”
As he walked away, she couldn't help the grin that spread across her lips. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared through the black door of the building. She ran fingers through her hair before she ducked back inside of the building herself. The music was still loud enough to make her ears hurt as she pushed through the crowd to see him play.
When he came back onstage, the crowd once again roared his name. As the music started he caught her eye in the crowd. He winked. Holly felt a little shiver run through her body under his gaze. It was hard to imagine her geeky friend was now a heartthrob. When she'd grown up with him, he had been so shy, reserved around other people. Now, he was taking his shirt off for the crowd, soaking up the attention as he ran his fingers through his raven colored hair.
Everyone clapped hard when the set was over, Holly among them. When his band was finished with their set and they'd cleaned everything up, her phone vibrated. Jackson asked her to meet him in the parking lot.
“I'm going to the b
and's after party,” Holly told Jenny. “Are you coming?”
“I'll see you there,” she said with a grin.
Holly jogged from the building. When she was close to the parking lot, she slowed down to look more casual. Jackson was standing next to a dark blue bike with a helmet in his hand. When he saw Holly, his face lit up.
“Hey, did you enjoy the show?”
“It wasn't bad. Too many people for my liking, but it was fun.”
“Good,” Jackson said as he extended the helmet to her. “I'm glad you liked it. Hop on.”
Holly swallowed thickly. “I've never ridden one of these things before.”
“Live a little. Come on.”
Holly grinned. She took the helmet from him, slipping it over her head. Throwing her leg over the bike, she climbed behind him. The powerful vibrations of the engine made a shiver run through her body. Her arms tightened around Jackson's waist as they took off.
Wind rushed over her skin making goosebumps pop up on Holly's arms. By the time they reached his hotel, she was freezing. She wished that she'd worn a different shirt. Jackson saw her shivering. He slipped off the leather jacket he was wearing before draping it over her shoulders. She pulled it tighter around herself before smiling.