Chapter 5
Chapter Five
After a hectic month of carrying out contracts and keeping up with my studies, I needed to burn off some steam. It was too late in the evening for a punching bag, so I called up one of my regulars for a well-needed booty call. I had a couple of guys on my list that I could call who lived in the city. Most of the other repeat players were scattered around in the various cities I visited while on our runs.
I handed my bartending duties off to one of the guys, changed my clothes so I didn’t stink like booze and hopped on my bike. The guy I was going to see lived in a two-floor apartment complex in a quiet neighbourhood, so he would probably hear me coming from a mile away. There was no working around it though, because I yearned for the freedom my bike made me feel.
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling into the visitor spot in front of his building. It was an older complex that sprawled across the entire city block. With everything being bought up around the city and land turning into high-rise condos, I was surprised it was still standing. The paint was peeling away from the siding in various locations around the building and the cement steps up to his door were crumbling away with age.
I took them one at a time, holding the railway the entire way to the top. The last thing I needed was for my ankle to roll and cause me to scrape up my knees. The boys would never let me live it down. With each step I took, I could hear their crass comments involving being on my knees and having rug burn or grass stains running through my head.
I didn’t have to go farther than the top of the steps, as his apartment was the first one on the left. I held up my hand to knock, but before it met with the wood, the door swung open. Dirk stood on the other side wearing jeans and a tight shirt accentuating his muscles. Although he wasn’t my usual type of guy with his lack of tattoos and clean cut appearance, he turned me on. He took care of his body just as much as his mind.
“This is a welcome surprise,” he said.
I was immediately taken aback because he sounded too happy to see me. So eager that this might just be the last time I would see him. There were several reasons I didn’t do relationships, and a Stage 5 clinger was one of them.
Clearing my mind of the inevitable, I placed my hand against his chest and pushed him back into his apartment.
“How was your day today?” he asked as he ran his hand through his blond hair. He had clearly lost the point of a booty call.
“Shut up and fuck me already,” I commanded.
Not wanting to waste time with any small talk, I shut the door behind me. As soon as we shut the door, my hands were on his belt. I didn’t have any qualms about taking what I wanted.
After all, a woman had needs.
And believe me, I wasn't a virgin by any means.
Thankfully, Dirk, being the horny twenty-something that he was, didn’t ask any further questions and complied.
“As you wish,” he replied.
With his belt in my hands, I walked him back towards the couch and pushed him down. I grabbed a condom out of my back pocket and tossed it on the couch beside him. I knelt on the carpet between his legs and pulled his pants completely off. His dick was so hard it bounced when I freed it. He wasted no time rolling it on while I stripped the rest of my clothes off and tossed them to the side.
He glanced up, brown eyes filling with lust as he watched me prowl towards him. I placed my knee by his hip on the couch, straddled him with my other knee, hovering just above his cock. He placed one hand on my hip, and held me in place while he used his other hand to explore between my legs. I gasped as two of his fingers slid inside me. He slid them in and out a couple of times before adding a third.
“Fuck me, you’re drenched,” he groaned as I ground down on his hand, needing more than he was giving me.
He rubbed my clit with his thumb a couple times before pulling his fingers, slick with my juice, out of me completely. Then he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, pumping it and then ran the mushroom tip back and forth through my nether lips. He cursed as I sank down until I buried him to the hilt. He always stretched me so good, almost to the point of pain, but I welcomed the feeling every time. No matter how much I chased this high, I could never seem to find its equal. He leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth. He scraped it gently with his teeth, eliciting a gasp from me.
If there was one thing I could always count on from him, it was the way he knew how to play me like a fiddle. The way he strummed the orgasm right out of me and didn’t stop until I was shaking and clenching around him like a vise.
Then and only then did he find his own release.
With my head resting against his collarbone, I wished I had time to go for round two, but I still had to work at the bar tonight. Extricating myself from his lap, I immediately went in search of my clothes.
“Not that I'm complaining, but when are you gonna slow down enough to let me make love to you?”
“Make love to me?”
What the shit was this? I asked myself as I pulled on my jeans.
“Or at least have a conversation longer than the minimal niceties when you walk through the door and then go straight to hopping on my dick.”
“I don’t have time for this,” I replied, putting on my bra and shirt.
I had just taken a few steps toward the door when he said, “Don’t go away mad. It’s late. Why don’t you spend the night?”
“No,” I told him.
“Why don’t you ever want to sleep here?”
“You knew the score,” I reminded him. “No overnight stays.”
“What if I wanted to modify our arrangement?” he asked.
“The only way it would change is by ending,” I answered.
“Come on, babe,” he griped. “Don't be this way.”
“Take it, or leave it,” I told him, as I grew even more annoyed with this new turn of events.
“Don't you ever get tired of living this way?”
“I don't have time for a relationship.”
Never, in any of our conversations, had I implied we would be anything more than fuck buddies. We weren’t even friends with benefits, cause I never spent time with him. The only thing we ever had in common was a couple of classes at school.
“If you didn’t spend so much time at that biker bar, you would.”
“I’m not gonna quit my job!”
As I pulled up on my boots, he made the situation worse as he uttered words I never wanted to hear from him.
“I could take care of you until you find a new one.”
“What, and live here?” I gestured dramatically at his building.
“Why not?”
“Cause that’s not what this is,” I responded.
I was a cold-hearted bitch. Sue me.
“It could be.”
“Why’d you have to do this?”
“Do what? Want more than a quick fuck?”
“From the get-go, you knew that’s all this would be.”
“You don’t have to keep fucking all those bikers. I could make you happy.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Mine. You weren’t supposed to.”
“Harleigh, you are so much better than they are.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I told him as I pulled on my black leather jacket and stepped out of his apartment. “Goodbye forever, Dirk.”
“Fuck you, Harleigh,” he yelled when I arrived at the bottom of the apartment stairs. “You act like your pussy is made of gold. Not even gold plated, babe. You’re nothing but a biker whore.”
“Get fucked, Dirk.”
“I thought I already did, babe,” he retorted.
“If that’s what you would call what happened earlier in there, then yeah, I guess you did,” I yelled back, not caring that we had gathered an audience. “It would have been more memorable if you lasted over two minutes.”
His eyes narrowed, telling me I had hit my mark.
* * *
During my ride back to the clubhouse, I couldn’t help going over everything in my mind.
The whole situation could have been so simple if he didn’t complicate it. I should have predicted this arrangement would end in disaster. In normal circumstances, I wouldn't have even started anything with him. It was just a case of right place, right time. When we first met, he had been taking his last elective during spring classes, and we had a study session together.
The whole week I had reminded the guys I had a study session, and they had to take care of things in my stead. What I hadn’t expected was for all hell to break loose at the clubhouse. We were a rowdy bunch, but mostly we were in control of the things that happened at the clubhouse. People knew what the consequences were if they stepped out of line, so they tended not to.
It was always the outsiders who brought chaos to our doorstep.
That and the girls.
One of the sheep thought it would be the perfect night to assert her ownership over Hunter. Only, if she truly knew him, she would have known he didn’t want to be tied down. He hadn’t dated anyone since Sapphire. None of the guys realized what was happening until she smashed the other girl’s head against the pool table. A tussle ensued and when Hunter waded in to assist, he ended up with deep scratches on his neck.
When I went over to check on him, I tried not to let my attachment to him rule my emotions.
After scanning all of her identification, I told her in no certain terms would she be allowed back. She argued, and I told her if she stepped foot inside the doors, I would have her arrested and charged with assault. Then I tossed her in the back of a taxi and sent her on her way. After I forced Hunter to get his scratches looked at, I texted Dirk. He replied and said it wasn’t a big deal and that everyone was still at his apartment, so I went.
When I arrived, everyone was him and this girl from our class who was extremely intimidated by me. The moment I stepped through the door, she made an excuse and took off. The only reason I stayed was because we still had shit to do. Still pumped from the brawl at the bar, one drink was enough to lower my inhibitions. He fucked me hard against the kitchen counter and after he groaned his release; I packed up my shit and left.
That first time with Dirk should have been the last, but I kept coming back. Not because I wanted something emotional. I wanted something different. He wasn't a part of my biker world, and I wasn't a part of his world of suits and ties.
It also helped that he was hung.
Too bad he was part of that group of men who thought their sole purpose in life was to save me. Even worse, I didn't actually realize until tonight.
And just like that, another one bites the dust.