by Bellus,HJ
“Good fucking grub.” Rhett leans back in his chair after polishing off everyone’s plates.
“My woman can cook.” Kip sends me a wink.
“Shots!” Darby screams.
Rhett, Zane, Darby, Kip, and Cruz all partake in shooting the burning tequila and chasing it with pickle juice. Ava and I fight off all the other ridiculous ideas she suggests from charades to truth or dare. A sexy song begins blaring across the speakers.
“Strip off.” Darby jumps to her feet.
All three men grin slyly, not turning away the idea. Cruz shakes his head.
“Fine, Cruz, you’ll be the official of the contest.” Darby claps her hands together. “Us girls will vote.”
It scares the shit out me when I stop to think about how Darby comes up with this wild shit. Ava is giggling like a lunatic. The expression on her face showcases that she knows Zane has this in the bag.
“You better vote for me, baby,” Kip whispers in my ear.
“Give Cruz your phone, Chloe. He’ll pick the song and it needs to be loud, so turn up those outdoor speakers.”
She makes the three men do rock, paper, scissors to determine who will go first and then explains how the time will be divided out. The song is going to be cut into three equal sections.
I can tell Kip’s had one too many drinks as he rubs his palms together. This is something he’d typically hide from.
“Kip, Rhett, and Zane is the order. Take your places, ladies.”
Darby lines up three chairs and pushes the patio table to the side. The woman is on a damn mission and there’s no stopping her right now.
“You do realize it’s going to be a three-way tie, right?” I ask her.
“I don’t remember inviting the damn fun police.” She plops down right next me, props her feet up, and crosses her arms.
“Hit it, Kip.” She laughs hard. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
Ava and I exchange silent looks that convey Darby is official cut off from alcohol.
Cruz begins playing The Bad Touch by the Bloodhound Gang. Kip doesn’t miss a beat of the song utilizing all of his time. His hips begin rocking side to side and I feel the heat rising up in my cheeks, sober and all.
He reaches behind his head, bites his bottom lip, and slowly drags his shirt over his head. He lets it twirl on his finger before letting it fly. His hands go down to his jeans, unbuttoning them. He waltzes over to me, shimmying them down to show me just enough. One of his legs goes between mine and spreads them. He grinds down on my leg while gripping the back of my head. He begins to snake his body back and forth. Then immediately turns around, wrapping my hands around his front, sliding them down the front of his jeans. And then he goes out with a bang, dry humping the shit out of the air with my hands down his jeans.
“Time up,” Cruz bellows.
We all cheer. I’m up on my feet, jumping into his arms and kissing the hell out of him. He definitely gets my vote.
“Rhett, you ready?” Cruz asks with a blush on his face.
“I was born fucking ready.” He gropes his own crotch. “That shit was amateur at best, Kip.”
The music begins once again, picking up where Kip left off. Rhett chooses to entertain the crowd instead of focusing on his woman. It doesn’t stop Darby from jumping to her feet, encouraging him on. Rhett started the dance shoeless. His shirt is off in a matter of seconds and his jeans shortly follow. Somehow, I feel like I shouldn’t be watching him doing dry humping push-ups on the ground. He pops right back up and moves like a fucking robot with sex oozing off of it.
His hips have natural rhythm. It’s apparent they’ve had plenty of practice. Rhett ends on a high note with his hand down the front of his tight boxers, hand running through his shaggy hair, and bottom lip caught under his teeth.
“Time,” Cruz hollers as he scrubs his eyeballs with his fists.
My vote is still for Kip. I’m assuming Darby’s vote is for Rhett the way she dry humps him in front of all of us. Rhett gathers her in his arms and settles in a chair, not minding to put any clothes back on. It feels like we’re on a live edition of Adults Gone Wild: Stripper Edition.
“Zane, you ready?” Cruz asks.
Zane gives him a nod of his head and Ava cheers her man right onto the make-shift stage. Zane twists his hat backwards on his head. Floats out to the center of the patio and moves his hips. It’s so hypnotic I can’t pull my gaze from him. The man can make any married woman feel DIRTY.
He shifts on the balls of his feet, groping his crotch while smoothly flexing his thigh and whirling around the dance floor. He makes bedroom eyes at Ava while licking his goddamn lips. He has me in a damn trance. I know I shouldn’t be watching so closely, but I can’t pull my damn eyes away from him.
He’s standing before her and jumps straight up onto the chair, feet down on the outside of her thighs. He grabs the back of her hair and pulls her towards his crotch. He shamelessly fucks her face, making slow and languid movements with each thrust of his hips then jumps off the chair, turning around mid-air.
He bends over, backs up, and fucks Ava’s lap with slow grinds of his hips. He’s standing up again and bending over putting his face in the place.
“Time’s up.” Cruz shakes his head. “Thank fuck. You’re a FILTHY fucking bunch of people.”
Darby passes out narrow slips of paper. We all secretly vote and then hand over our ballots to the official, Cruz.
He picks up the first piece of paper. “Zane.”
Then the second piece. “Zane.”
And the final narrow piece of paper. “Zane.”
Ava jumps up and squeals while leaping into his arms.
“No one fucks with the champ.” He holds Ava like a trophy.
“It’s a fucking SCANDAL!” Rhett hollers.
Kip stares down at me with narrowed eyes and I can only shrug.
“Okay, okay, peeps. It’s bedtime.”
“Simmer down, fun police,” Darby sings out.
“Bedtime.” I point at her.
“Fuck off. I need my man right now. It’s time to indulge.” I smile back at her.
“Bedroom now,” Ava says, guiding Zane to the upstairs guestroom.
“Good damn idea, Ko-ko.” Darby and Rhett disappear.
Cruz looks up to us. “Going to hang out here for a few.”
He shows us his phone.
“Love you, little guy.” I give him a quick hug before entering the house tucked into a very intoxicated Kip.
“Hey.” I pat Kip’s chest as we walk tangled in each other to our bedroom.
He looks down at me and stumbles.
“Look ahead, captain.” I laugh. “I thought Cruz didn’t drink when he’s training, which is basically all the time.”
“He’s got chick problems on the dick, it makes a man a drunk.”
“You mean brain?” I laugh even harder.
I barely get Kip to the bedroom and push him back on the bed. He spreads out like a king patting the bed. He peeks up when I peel my clothes off. I crawl up on the bed and straddle his middle, lifting the hem of his shirt. He helps pull it over his head.
I trace my name mixed across his chest. It’s in a beautiful script nestled among his other tattoos. It begins with angel wings and ends with angel wings representing our sweet angels in heaven.
“I love you, Kip.”
“I love you, too, Mrs. Parker.”
It feels good to smile.
-I WIN-
He Killed Me- Epilogue
Chloe’s book debuted in the top ten on the New York Times Bestseller list, empowering women all over the world.
Every morning I wake up with hate in my heart. I’m not fucking Wonder Woman after all. The difference now is I choose to win. It took a heart-shattering loss of losing my babies to realize I get to choose what to focus on. I could sit around and become bitter about life or I could live the rest of my days in peace.
My babies were never given a chance to live, so why would I waste the rest of
my life? The hate slowly fades away when all the light shines in. I don’t think about Zack or my parents anymore. Because I finally realized it’s simply not worth it.
I have a limited number of hours here left on Earth until my soul floats to the heavens to join my babies and I refuse to waste any of those seconds on the assholes. Yes, assholes, that’s exactly what they are.
I often find myself asking myself if I’d choose a different life than the one I endured. I always whisper no. I never would’ve found my true identity and path in life. Was it an easy path? Hell, no. But it brought me to Kip and my new life.
I found my voice in the darkness of hell. My voice was louder than the demons and never shut-up. It took the endless love of one man to force me to hear myself. I will never lose that power as long as I live. A notebook turned into more, more than I ever expected it would.
Find your voice in the world and fight like a strong woman to never let anyone take it away. Surround yourself with your Reckless Crew and do things you don’t usually do…live. And always follow John Wayne’s advice. “Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.”
Acknowledgments
Thank you from the bottom of my crazy heart for supporting me with each new book I write. Each of my stories are dear to me and I love them like I love my own children. Without your support and encouragement none of this would be possible. My characters would just be that characters locked away in my head.
This story touches the core of domestic violence. It’s for all the women who endured it. My hope is that each woman conquers the battle and is set free. Domestic violence is never okay.
Always know there’s help. http://www.thehotline.org/
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