Twenty
TWENTY
My phone rings and I’m startled to see Danté’s name on the caller id. He’s not the kind of guy to pick up a phone to have an actual conversation. We barely get incomplete sentences via text. So I worry that it could be something bad and answer it.
“Hey D. Is everything okay?”
He clears his throat and grumbles, “Yeah. Nothing’s wrong. I, uh, am just calling to say sorry for being a prick.”
A small cocky grin pops up on my face. I knew eventually he’d quit nursing his wounds and come around. I didn’t really expect him to apologize, because that’s not his style. He usually just pops back up like there was never any conflict to speak of.
Come to think of it, that is one thing that Danté and I are very similar on. Neither of us likes the way the words I’m sorry taste in our mouths. It’s easier to just never say it. Dagen, however, seems to be able to eat crow. The sorry’s just keep rolling off my tongue. And to tell you the truth, the taste isn’t all that horrible as I expected it to be.
“Yeah, man. Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.” This is the only thing I can think of to say, because I refuse to lay any ground for another dispute, which it could very well turn into.
He breathes deep then goes on. “So are you and Dagen together or what’s the deal?”
I turn up my face, thinking of the best way to answer. “I mean, for now I guess. We’re just fucking around since she’s only here for another week. After that, she’ll go back to her life and I’ll go back to mine.”
Danté goes eerily quiet, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears as I wait to hear his response.
“Cool. So do you want to come by the bar tonight? I know you’re usually tired after work, but Mal is coming by and a few of the guys.”
When Danté says “the guys” he means the assholes we ride with from time to time. Some I like, a few I tolerate, and the rest I loathe. I usually stay silent when we’re all together, ignoring most and chatting with the few who want to talk bikes and cars. I don’t ask personal questions, I don’t know anything about them beyond what they ride, and I like it that way.
D and Malik talk more with them, Mal just being a nice guy and Danté wanting others to envy and fear him. I just don’t give a fuck.
But he’s extending an olive branch and I’d be the asshole to push him away.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll call Dagen and see if she’d like to join us, if that’s alright with you.”
“I already talked to Mal and he texted Kins. She said they’ll meet us there after dinner. So just head straight over when you’re done at the shop.” My possible last way out is derailed with his quick thinking.
“Okay. I’ll see you later.”
“See ya.” We both hang up and I set about wasting every last minute of the work day, thinking about Dagen about the return to my life once she leaves.
A return to the dark and dank life I seem to find myself in every day of my miserable life.
I pull up to our bar and park my bike right in front, next to Mal’s. I see Danté’s car parked in his usual spot, and spot Kins’ big ole blue taking up two spaces in the back. I pull off my helmet and tuck it under my arm, walking into the bar and greeting our bouncers with my usual head nod.
The bar is busy with guys and girls crowding it for drinks, and our two bartender’s busting ass to meet the orders. I search the rest of the faces for Dagen’s, not even thinking twice about the guys who are here.
I spot her standing with Kinsley near a booth and she throws her head back in laughter. Her lips are spread wide and her face is full of youth and light. The contrast between the two of us is yet again so easy to see.
I make a quick detour to the office where I sit my helmet on the couch and toss my gloves inside of it. My jacket gets hung on the stand and I give myself a quick check in the small mirror before walking out. I don’t usually care what I look or smell like when I’m grabbing a drink after work, but I’ve never really cared to impress anyone before.
I step out into the mass again and beeline for the booth where a group is gathered. The laughter grows louder as I near, but so does my rage when I see the men gathered around her.
Paolo sits at the edge of the booth with his hand resting on Dagen’s hip. I feel a buzzing in my head and my vision blurs, only Danté’s smarmy grin outshining everything around.
“You want to take your fucking hand off of her, Paolo?” I growl and Dagen spins her head to meet me.
“Hey! You’re here.” She lunges for me and throws her arms around my neck, the smell of alcohol wafting off her breath.
“Wassup, Henny? I was just talking with our new friend, Dagen.” Paolo smiles at me with the fakest one I’ve seen yet.
“She’s not your anything Paolo, so it’ll behoove you to remember that and keep your hands to yourself. Got it?”
Out of the corner or my eye, I see Danté raise his glass to his mouth, covering up the smirk that he just can’t seem to let go.
Paolo holds his hands up in defense. “Woah, Henny. Chill out man. We were just talking.”
“Yeah, Henny,” Danté chimes in. “They’re just talking. Why are you getting so upset? It’s not like she’s your girl or anything. You’re just fucking, right?”
My blood boils, bubbling over the lid and billowing out of my ears. My teeth grind painfully as I stare him down. The urge to wrap my hands around Danté’s neck and watch his eyes bulge with fear intensifies.
Dagen releases me and takes a step away from my reach. She’s probably processing the words that came from Danté. The very same ones I told him when I didn’t want to divulge that I was looking at Dagen as more than just another fuck buddy who I’d forget in a few months.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, D? Do you have a problem because from where I stand, it sure as fuck seems like it.” I step up to him as he stays seated at the table with an arm thrown over the back of the leather upholstered bench.
He looks relaxed, like he just got a deep throat from some chick in the back room and nothing can bother him.
“Nah. I was just clarifying for Paolo. You and Dagen are just fucking around. She’ll be gone next week. Right?” He chuckles, challenging me.
“You prick. Are you still pissed that she wanted me and not you? Get over it. You can’t always get what you want.” Paolo lays a hand on my arm and I throw him off of me. “Take your goddamn hand off of me.”
“Henny. It’s alright. Just chill, brother.” Malik sits at the juncture of the two sides with a girl I’ve never seen before on one side and another rider, Frank, on the other.
“Don’t tell me to chill. I want to know what crawled up this fuckers ass and died. Dagen never wanted you Danté and you knew it just like I did. Quit playing a fucking game, because I’m not biting.”
Paolo stands from the booth and catches me off-guard. Thinking he’s going to throw a punch or push me away like a little bitch, I strike first, landing my fist right into his left cheek. There’s a high-pitched screech and he crashes back against the table. Glasses fall over and shatter, sending water and whatever other drinks spilling across and off the edge.
“Woah, woah.” Malik panics and jumps up and over the table to get to me. “What the fuck, Henny? Stop.”
Paolo rises to his feet, having caught his balance, and takes a swing at me and catches Malik in the middle of it.
“Fuck,” he shouts and ducks out.
I wrap up Paolo’s arms and knee him in the gut. He folds over but recovers quickly and catches me with a weak ass uppercut. It still rings my bell, but I would have knocked him out landing a punch like that.
The bouncers separate us, holding our arms back and away from the other.
“You’re a bitch, Henny.”
“Yeah, come over here and say that so I can bust your fucking ugly face.” I spit at him and it falls to the floor, bloodied.
“Knock it off, Henny. Go outside and get your mind right. Maybe just go home,” one of the bouncers says and walks me to the door. He doesn’t kick me out, because it’s my goodman bar, but he pushes me out and blocks the doors, stopping me from reentering.
I swipe the blood from the corner of my mouth and see Dagen walking with Kins towards her truck.
“Dagen. Wait!” She halts in her steps and I jog over to her.
“You have some nerve, Hendrix Dare.” Kinsley steps between Dagen and I, pointing her finger right in my face. “That was lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut. I oughta knock you into the middle of next week looking both ways for Sunday for behavin’ like that.”
“Kins, can you chew my ass out another time? I’d like to speak to Dagen.” She narrows her eyes at me and crosses her arm.
Her eyes travel to meet Dagen’s and she gives Kins a short nod.
“I’mma watch you, boy, like a fly waitin’ for shit to rot.”
“I don’t know what that means, but okay.” She uses two fingers to point from her eyes to mine, then stomps off to her truck.
I turn my attention back to Dagen and see her looking down at her foot that’s kicking a rock, her arms crossed over her shoulders.
“I apologize for that. The guy just really pissed me off. Maybe it’s stupid because, I know you’re not my girl, but I didn’t like his hands on you.”
Still concentrating on the ground she says, “Did you really say that to Danté? We’re just fucking?”
I swallow down my guilt, but knowing it was just something I said to get him off my back. “I did but listen,” I spit out when she raises her head with unshed tears in her eyes. “Danté hasn’t talked to me since that first night after darts. He was pissed that I ‘won’ you. He doesn’t like losing anything, and he saw that kiss you and I shared as a loss for him. He definitely wanted a quick hookup with you, but Dagen…you have to know that I didn’t feel that way. I don’t feel that way. And I think he sees that. He’s trying anything to get under my skin. Clearly it worked.”
She pushes away a single tear that falls from the corner of her eye and a little bit of my black heart starts to warm.
“I’m ashamed to admit that I have used women for only one thing over many years. You already know that my asshole demeanor is my norm, but with you it was extreme. But only because there was this immediate kickstart to my mind and body. It pissed me the fuck off, to be honest. Why after all of these years did a stranger stuck in a ditch have to make me feel something I didn’t recognize?”
“It wasn’t a ditch,” she mumbles.
“What was that?”
With a sigh she downplays a smirk and repeats, “It wasn’t a ditch. Just the side of the road.”
I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her close to me and wrapping my arms tightly around her as she does the same with me. “Smartass. The point is I’m not a guy who wants a girl for more than one night. I’m sure as shit not a guy who sees stars when a spoiled girl with green eyes smiles at me. But here I am, exactly where I never thought I would be.”
She smacks my back and giggles. “Says the millionaire. And I’m not spoiled, just loved.”
I stare at her, completely captivated by her beauty, and draw her in for a kiss. She melts into my arms, my body coming alive from her touch. My hunger is intense and I need to feed.
“Let’s go. I need this mouth on other places.” She lets out a soft mewl and nods. “Shit. I rode my bike and I don’t have any extra gear.”
“I’ll just have Kinsley drop me off. No problem,” she shrugs.
“It is a fucking problem. You should be riding backpack.”
“Sorry, big bad wolf. Looks like you’ll be practicing the art of patience.” She smacks my ass then withdraws her arms from mine. “Race ya.” She winks then tears off for Kinsley’s truck with a laugh. “Start the truck McKinsley. We got a race to win.”
Kins lets out a whoop then cranks her engine. I wait a moment longer then run back into the bar to get my things. I don’t bother to pass anyone a second look, especially not Danté, and quickly tug on my jacket, gloves and helmet.
I’m back on my bike and zipping out of the parking lot in minutes. I know the girls won’t beat me, so I plan a little surprise for Dagen. It might not be one that she’s wanting…yet
I park my bike in the garage and hustle out to slide behind a large shrub just near the breezeway away from any light. My black clothing allows me to completely disappear in the darkness and it’s exactly what I want. I raise my visor to help me see better and then just wait.
Within a few minutes, I hear the wheezing of Kins’ truck dragging up. The door opens and a country song blasts from the speakers.
“I don’t think he’s here. I think we beat him,” she tells Kins.
“Well that’ll be a first. I’ll check in on you in the mornin’. It’s Saturday, so that means no classwork and beach time.”
They exchange good-byes and the door slams shut with a bang. The sound of the engine fades as her truck pulls away and I wait to hear the side gate open and shut. When I know she’s closed and locked the gate, I quietly step out as she passes and wrap a hand around her mouth and the other around her waist. A muffled scream erupts from her mouth and I tug her back into the shrubs.
“Shhh. Don’t scream little mouse. I don’t want to have to tie you up. Unless you’d like me to.” I feel her heart slam against her chest and her body shake. “If you promise not to scream I’ll remove my hand. Think you can be a good girl?”
Dagen’s head nods rapidly and I drop my hand. I hastily spin her around, thwacking her back against the harsh stucco house. I forget about the scratches that already line her back when she winces and I change my plans slightly.
My eyes adjust to the dark and see hers large and wide with only a thin ring of green circling her midnight black pupil. Her chest heaves with brisk breaths and I see the pulse in her neck jump with fright.
“Little mouse, little mouse, you look so delicious. And I’m the big bad wolf of your nightmares, sent to ravage you.” My gloved hand slides down her cheek but she doesn’t move. “Are you afraid of me?”
Her voice trembles when she says, “Yes. But what scares me also excites me.”
A demonic laugh rumbles, joy spreading through my body that I’ve been able to infest this good girl with a taste of something sinister.
“I’m going to have my way with you, little mouse, but I’ll let you tell me one thing. Do you want to feel fear or elation?”
Her lips quirk up and she whispers, “Why can’t I have both?”
I hold her stare, her innocence to my nefariousness, and remove my helmet. I grip it with one hand and slowly lean in. She parts her lips, waiting for the kiss she thinks is coming and instead, swipe my tongue from her collarbone up the slender column of her neck and stop at her ear. I take the small lobe adorned with a diamond between my teeth. My hand clamps around her jaw and I angle her head to the side, giving me perfect access to nip back down her throat.
Her breath shudders and she squeezes her thighs together, warding off the desire that tingles between them. I suck in her delicate skin, breaking the blood vessels and digging my teeth into her. I realize she already wears the imprint of my teeth on her, but I figure she needs a matching set. Like eyes and ears. Two are better than one.
I release her with a pop and tell her, “Now you wear the mark that lets the world know you belong to me.”
My helmet gets lowered to the cold dirt beneath our feet and I take her purse, setting it in the same place. I claim her mouth is a scorching kiss and when she moves to wrap her arms around me, I grab them and raise them above her head, trapping both wrists in one hand.
The muggy evening sets my body sweating with all of my clothes still on and zipped to my neck. “Take off my gloves,” I order her.
She tries to pry her hands from my restraint, but I only tighten my hold on her. “Use your teeth.”
I present my hand to her, holding it steady in front of her mouth. Her eyes waver between my hand and my eyes and I encourage her to do as she’s been told. Gradually she opens her mouth and carefully bites down on one finger, catching a small sliver of leather between her teeth.
She stretches her neck back, working to free one finger at a time until I’m able to pull my hand free. I trade out one hand for the other, and insist she do the same with the other hand. I take my warm, calloused hands and band them tenderly around her neck. My thumbs rub circles on the side to soothe her worries that I may hurt her.
Inhaling and exhaling I tell her, “I really want to feel that soft mouth of yours wrapped around my thick cock.” She bites her lips and her pulse jumps. “Oh you like that, don’t you little mouse? You can’t wait to feel the searing pain of my dick forcing its way down your throat. Fuck, I want to see those big green eyes staring up at me with tears pooling in them.”
I glide my finger across her lips and she sticks her tongue out as it passes. This woman is feisty and it makes me want to see just how far I can push her.
The first finger slides into her mouth and she sucks it in willingly. Then I feed her a second and a third, pushing them further back in her throat. I can feel the way it spasms with a gag, but Dagen is a good little mouse and she doesn’t pull away or tell me to stop.
“Get on your knees, Dagen.” She languidly drops to her knees and strains her neck to keep her gaze focused on mine.
I wait for her to unzip my pants and pull me out, but she’s frozen in her stance.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do. Pull out my fucking cock and choke on it, Dagen. Swallow it down.”
With trembling hands, she undoes my pants and works her hand into my boxer briefs, running her hand up and down my shaft before pushing the pesky fabric away and suctioning her mouth to my throbbing head.
A growl echoes through the crisp air and she drives down deeper until I fill her mouth. A gush of air billows out of her nose and I feel it against my groin. She moves back and forth, sucking and slurping as she goes. I break, not able to take this slow ebb and flow, and yank on her hair, pulling on the roots and locking her into place.
My hips thrust and I’m more forceful than I intend to be, but she feels so good. The sound of her gagging sends a chill up my spine and it sets my balls tingling and drawing up. I take no care yanking myself free from her mouth and hauling her to her feet. She heaves for air as she tries to catch her balance, placing her hands on my arms to steady herself.
“Turn around,” I bark while pushing my pants to my ankles and choking my dick to stop it from exploding all over my unsuspecting flowers.
She stumbles over her feet as she spins around, and I grip onto her hips quickly unbuttoning her jeans and working them over her ass. When I yank her back to me, she tips forward and braces her hands on the wall.
I lick my fingers, soaking them with the saliva that builds in my mouth, and rub them between her dripping pussy. She moans when I play between her lips, wiggling her hips and silently begging for more. I give her more by slapping my hand over her tender clit and she yelps.
“Don’t act like that didn’t get you wet, Dagen.” I plunge my fingers harshly inside of her.
They scissor and curl, pulling whine after mewl. I can feel the way her pussy convulses and spasms, and I need to feel it quake around my dick. I remove my fingers and replace them swiftly with my throbbing cock.
“Aaahh.” She cries out and lets her head sag between her outstretched arms.
I place my hand back over her mouth and shush her. “Quiet, little mouse. You don’t want the neighbors to know you’re getting fucked like an animal in the wild.”
She nods and her groans vibrate against my hand. I thrust harder and faster and her muffled cries continue to bounce off my palm. Her body begins to tremble and my guess is that she’s close.
I let my hand fall away from her mouth and begin rubbing furiously over her nub. She goes rigid, pushing back and locking out her arms.
“Shhhhit,” she cries and actual tears fall, landing in my arm with a soft drop.
Working her through the orgasm I don’t ease up, slamming against her with fervor and fury until I’m pouring into her hot womb.
Together we make the sounds of savages, feasting on their conquest and relishing in their prize. My hand is gripped tightly around Dagen’s throat and I feel it constrict as she gasps for air. Emptying the last of myself deep inside of her, I remove my hand and tug her upright. I grip her jaw and turn her head towards me, then take her mouth in a ruthless kiss.
My dick softens and I pull out of her then tuck myself back into my jeans and help guide Dagen’s back up her legs and over her hips. I pick up the discarded items from the cold dirt and she finally turns to face me.
“Are you okay, little mouse?” I ask and she nods, completely out of breath and spent. “Did I scare you?” Another nod. “Did you like it?” This time a big and rapid nod.
I savor the sweet taste of my victory. No other man will ever be able to satisfy her craving for the demented that I’ve shown her, and in that sense she will always be mine.