by Erin Trejo
“What?”
“My real name is Randal. Haven’t been called that since they died,” he admits.
“It’s a beautiful name.”
He nods his head and his eyes go distant again.
“How long have you had Ruby?” I ask nudging his shoulder with mine.
“A few years now. She’s a loner. She doesn’t do well around a lot of people. I found her one day out at the beach. She was scared to death. I brought her home and she’s been my girl ever since. I tried takin’ her out a few times, but she always panics. I get the vet to come here for shots and all that shit. She’s okay with just a few people around, but I know she wouldn’t like it at the clubhouse. Most days I think she prefers just being left alone.”
I reach up with my free hand, grab his chin, and force his face toward me. I lean in and brush my lips over his and kiss him very slowly. Everything I thought I knew about this man was just on the surface. There is so much more to Viking than I ever even realized and I love it. I want it. I want him.
He untangles our fingers and brings his hand up to the back of my neck. His fingers slowly slide through my hair and tug a little bit. I moan into his mouth. He quickly takes the lead and dominates our kiss. His tongue delves deep, touches mine, and twirls all around it. He brings his hand to my chest and I push him back a little bit.
“Are you trying to get a girl into your bed at your parent’s house?” I tease him.
The smile and laughter I get in return warms my heart.
“Didn’t think of it that way, but I suppose I am. The question is if the girl is gonna let me,” he wiggles his eyebrows and laughs.
“I think you deserve something.”
Viking launches off the swing and pulls me up with him.
“I’d say a tour is in order then. Let me show you the rest of the house.”
As strange as it sounds I think he needed to talk and get it off his chest. I’m glad that I was the one he chose to share his story with. I hate that it still bothers him the way it does, but we all deal with things differently. I suppose this was just his way.
“So you saw the kitchen and livin’ room. That was my parent’s room. I don’t go in there much. Down here is my room,” he says winking at me over his shoulder.
“You know they wouldn’t mind if you changed the house up. They loved you Viking.”
His eyes latch onto mine. He nods slowly as his eyes jump between my eyes and my lips.
19
Viking
If anyone would ever be able to understand me I knew that it would be her. There’s always been something special about this girl. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until tonight. She walked in here hesitant for me. Not for herself, for me. She tried to leave and take me with her. For me.
We stand here staring at each other intently. There’s so much I want to say to her, but there is so much more that I want to do to her. How can she understand me? How does someone so young understand exactly what I feel.
“I’ve thought about redoin’ the house. Maybe you could help me out? It’s hard for me to just get rid of their stuff,” I tell her honestly.
Her face softens before she grabs my hair and pulls it. Her lips are mere inches from mine when she whispers, “I’d do anything for you Viking. Anything you asked.”
I kiss her and open the door behind her as I walk us through. The only room I’ve changed is mine. I couldn’t live with all the baseball cards and footballs any more. It’s bare now. There are no signs of a home or happiness.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull away from her just long enough to get it off and toss it aside. She reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra, and lets it slide down her arms. I’m enraptured by the woman in front of me.
For so long I thought this wouldn’t work. That maybe I was simply too old for her, but the more I look at her the more I want her. I pull my cut down my arms and toss it onto the chair before I work the rest of my clothes off. Carnie does the same, but she’s taking her time and teasing me with that little thong of hers. The long black hair that hangs over her shoulders is shielding her from my view. I grin as I watch her come toward me all on her own. I slide onto the bed and she stops short to lean down between my legs.
“You don’t have to do that,” I tell her.
She flashes me a look in those beautiful eyes before she lowers her lips to my cock. She licks the tip. I jerk from just the feel of her mouth on me. Carnie giggles as she slowly drags her tongue up and down my length. I let my head fall back enjoying the feel of her touching me. I’m comfortable as fuck when she sucks me into her mouth. I nearly jump out of my skin when she sucks me all the way in before slowly sliding me back out. Her tongue flattens on the bottom of my cock with every suck and I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind. I’ve been sucked off before, but this is the best I’ve ever had. Her head bobs up and down until I fist her hair in my hand. I don’t want to come in her mouth.
“You need to get up here and ride me now darlin’,” I groan.
She pops my cock out of her mouth and I feel like I should slap myself for telling her to stop. But then she climbs up my body, her tits drag over my chest, and I’m done for. I reach for one, grab it roughly, and pull it into my mouth. I’m sucking her nipple hard. I bite into it and it makes her scream.
“Just like that. That’s how I want to hear you.”
I bite her again and I’m rewarded with another scream. My cock jumps wanting his time to play now. I let her go and she climbs over me and straddles me. Her feet are planted on either side of my hips. She takes my cock into her hands. I can’t stop watching the way she positions herself and slowly begins to slide down my length. The sight alone heats my entire body. I’m damn near panting when she lifts back up slightly. I want to reach out, grab her, and slam her down, but I don’t. I let her do what she wants this time. Painstakingly slowly she rises up and moves her hands to my chest before she drops back down all the way on me. I jerk off of the bed, sit up, and wrap my arms around her.
“Goddamn it,” I roar as I lift my hips up to pound into her.
So much for letting her do what she wants. She nearly took my breath away with that little tease she was doing. I thrust up into her and her hands wrap around my neck. My fingers dig into her hips as I buck and force her to take more of me.
“You’re killin’ me Carn,” I grumble as I fuck her even harder.
After a few minutes she shoves me back down onto the bed. I look up at her intrigued by her actions. She moves up slowly until I nearly come out of her before she slowly slides back down. When she has me halfway inside of her this time she moves back up.
“What the fuck are you tryin’ to do? You tryin’ to kill me?” I ask her as pleasure shocks my body stiff.
Carnie smiles and leans down to give me a quick kiss. When she lifts back up the urge to grab her hips and take control almost overwhelms me.
“Let me ride you,” she moans as she drops down my length once more.
Fuck this girl is like a fucking porn star. The way she can take my cock. Goddamn. Carnie picks up her pace and keeps rocking on top of me. My cock aches for release, but I swear to fuck I’m not going to go before she does. The harder she breathes the closer she is. I can feel her pussy clenching and holding onto me for the ride. I reach up and slip my hand in between us. The way she rocks has my knuckle hitting her clit.
“Viking,” she cries out for me.
With my other hand I grab her hip and help her start moving faster. I know she wants to come. I can feel it. And just like I knew she would she explodes on my cock. Her tightness sends me over the edge. My nails dig into her hips as I come undone inside of her. Carnie drops forward. Her head lands on my chest. Her sweat sticks to my skin and her hair is splayed over my chest. I run my hand up and down her back as I catch my breath.
“You are truly amazin’.”
Carnie turns her head and kisses my chest before she rises up. She lifts off of me and slides down int
o the bed next to me. I roll onto my side and prop myself up on my elbow so that I can look down at her.
“I didn’t mean to just throw my life at you Carn. I just want you to know me.”
Her smile couldn’t get any more perfect. She’s perfect.
“I want to know you. I’m glad that you shared it with me.”
Her hand comes up to my cheek and her fingers run slowly down. I close my eyes and let the sensations that she stirs inside of me run wild. When I open again I see that hers have darkened.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Not being good enough for anyone. Of not making Fin proud of me.”
Her words make my chest tighten.
“Fin is proud of you darlin’. He might not say it a lot, but he is.”
“Even still. I feel like I’ve let him down and that’s the part that hurts the worst.”
“Because of me?”
I already know the answer. I just need to hear it from her. Either way I’m not letting her go.
“That’s part of it. I just don’t know what my life is anymore.”
She might not know, but I do. She’s going to college. She’s going to do whatever it is she wants to with her life. It’s the least that she deserves. With a groan I roll over and sit up.
“I’m gonna make us somethin’ to eat.”
20
Carnie
I can hear Viking moving around in the kitchen, but I stay in bed. As much as I feel for him I’m still worried about Fin. My life has revolved around him. He’s been the rock that held me in place for so long and now I feel as if I’ve ruined that. I know I need to talk to him, but what exactly do I say to him? I’m sorry that the life you didn’t want for me is the only one I can see for my future?
Fin never wanted me to be a part of the club life. Of course I was allowed to come around and hang out, but he made it clear that he didn’t want me around any of the guys. I broke a trust with Fin that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get back. As I sigh and blow out a breath I hear a loud bang coming from the kitchen. I pull up the sheet to my chest and sit up quickly.
“Viking?” I call out to him.
Commotion ensues somewhere in the house and all I can hear is the sound of things breaking and loud thuds. Muffled roars bounce off the walls. My eyes widen and my heart is hammering.
I climb off of the bed and start toward the bathroom to grab some clothes when the door flies open. A terrified scream rips from my throat when Viking is thrust into the room. His body falls to the floor with a thud as I come face to face with Eric.
“You always looked sexy in a sheet. Go put your fucking clothes on,” he snarls.
My eyes fall to Viking. I can see that he’s not as bad off as what they thought he was. The subtle look in his eyes tells me to do what he’s telling me to. I move to the bathroom and grab my clothes. Eric is right behind me. His eyes burn through my skin, torching the bones beneath. I don’t know what I ever saw in him. The evil that clearly lurked just beneath the surface was far darker than I would have ever believed.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask him as I pull on my clothes as quickly as I can. Once my shoes are on I glare at him.
“I’m coming back to take what’s mine. You think you can walk away from me Carnie? I was good to you.”
I almost laugh in his face after he says that. He must see it. He reaches for me and grabs me by the hair. He yanks me out of the bathroom as I stumble over my own feet. Eric shoves me roughly which causes my body to slam into the dresser. Pain radiates through me as the air is knocked from my lungs.
“Look at you playing house with another man.”
Eric walks toward Viking and kicks him in the side. I wince.
“I should just kill you here and now. What good are you to me after he used you up?”
The words coming from Eric’s mouth are things he’s never said to me before. Yeah he was always a dick, and liked to talk shit, but this is new.
“Then do it,” I taunt him.
The smile that crosses his face pisses me off. He’s going to do something stupid. I can feel it in the air.
“You would like that? Wouldn’t you? For me to kill you before you have to watch your lover die. How rude would that be of me though?”
“Do you really think the club is going to let you get away with that Eric? How stupid are you? Really?”
The new found courage I feel is almost overwhelming. I would have never talked to him like this before, but being with Viking has taught me more about myself than even I knew.
“You better shut the fuck up Carnie.”
“Or what? You’ll kill me? Do it. I’m not your toy Eric. I might have been before, but after having had the best from that one, I know exactly who I am.” I nod toward Viking and Eric seethes. He raises the gun as I grin at him. Maybe this is the end of my life, but Viking has taught me some very important lessons in the short time we’ve been together. I’m stronger than Eric, I’m smarter, and I’m damn sure more important.
“Say just one more stupid thing Carnie. I swear to god.”
“Fuck you Eric,” I say softly.
His hand shakes slightly as I close my eyes and wait. I may be stronger than him, but I sure as hell don’t want to see my own death. A roar rips through the room before I’m being knocked to the ground. Chaos erupts all around us. The smack of my head on the floor sends stars through my vision. Everything happens in a whirlwind of colors and sounds. My stomach trembles as bile races up my throat. I heave before I’m rolled onto my stomach. My head thuds as my arms are wrenched behind my back. Something rough digs into my skin as my eyes roll around in my head. I’m pretty sure I have a concussion and I’m about to pass out.
“What the hell?” I can hear myself mumble, but no one answers me. I’m not sure what’s going on or who is even in the room now. It’s all jumbled in my head.
“Stupid bitch,” I hear clearly before a kick to my ribs sends pain throughout my entire body.
“Get them and let’s go.”
In the swirl of pain I’m lifted from the floor and carried somewhere. I must be outside, but when I open my eyes everything seems to be black. I’m tossed onto something hard when I roll over and let myself slowly fade into the darkness.
21
Viking
No matter how much I want to go to her, grab her, and make sure she’s okay, I can’t. My shoulder is fucked, my body has been beaten to hell, and my arms are zip tied behind me. The worst part? Those little fuckers shot me with a gun that we sold them.
I glance out of the back window of the van they shoved us into and just look at my childhood home. I can hear that little bastard chuckling in front of me. I can’t even imagine what the fuck is so funny. Not until I both see and hear it.
An explosion rocks the van and tilts it to its side. My eyes widen as hate and rage begins to boil under my skin. I watch out the back window as my childhood home and my dog burn in the flames. There’s an ache in my chest. I have an overwhelming sense of grief. That was the last part of my family that I had left and now that’s fucking gone too.
“Oh my god,” her voice startles me. It pisses me off. This is all about her, but at the same time I’m glad to know that she’s okay.
“Viking I’m so sorry,” she cries softly and adjusts her body so that she can scoot closer to me.
I don’t know if I want her that close to me right now. The faster we drive the less I can see of the one place that I held near and dear to my heart. It’s the one place that both made me and broke me at the same time. I’m not sure what emotions are eating me up the most. The anger or the sorrow.
Carnie lays her head on my shoulder. Everything sweeps over me at once. Messing with Carnie was a bad enough idea by itself and I knew it, but now that I have I’ve brought her mess back to my family. It’s not just with the club, but my actual family. Regardless as to if they are still alive or not that was their home and now it’s gone.
“You’
re mad at me,” her words make my chest clench.
“I’m mad at myself.”
I don’t want to talk about this in the back of a goddamn van that we’re tied up in. I should have thought about this better. I wonder how the hell Eric knew where we were though? How the hell did he find us?
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I turn my head and press a kiss to the top of hers. I nuzzle my face into her hair and breathe deeply.
“It was never your fault. It’ll be just fine.”
Will it? I ask myself that over and over, but there is no answer to be found. I don’t know that anything is ever going to be fine again at this point. These little bastards have us at a disadvantage, but I can guarantee that they are not going to hurt Carnie. Me? They can bring it, but they better not hurt her or I’ll burn this entire city to the ground before I make them pay. We thump thud along as the fucker keeps driving.
“Where do you think they’re taking us?” she asks softly. I sigh.
“I don’t know. Is your head okay?”
“It hurts and I’m still dizzy,” she admits.
“No matter what happens you need to stop givin’ that bastard a reason to hurt you,” I warn her.
Carnie giggles softly.
“The time I’ve spent with you has taught me more than you’ll ever know Viking. I’m not his puppet anymore. I should have never let him tell me what to do or convince me that I needed to lose weight. You were right. I’m better than him. I’m not going to let him boss me around anymore.”
As much as that makes me smile, it pisses me off too. I want her to be strong and independent, but I also want her alive when this is all over and done with.
“I get it darlin’, but clearly the man is unhinged at the moment. I can’t fuck a dead girl,” I remind her playfully.
“Well, you technically could,” she giggles.
“Yeah. That’s not my thing. I mean it Carnie. You can be strong, but you need to keep your mouth shut.”