Chapter 7
Elizabeth
It’s the morning after Diablo found me at Platinum and I’m waking up alone. He left right after we’d finished fucking, but honestly that’s fine by me, we don’t need to turn this into something it isn’t… not that I know what this is exactly.
It’s Sunday, so I have no plans, and the entire day is mine to do with as I please, which basically consists of camping out in bed with a good book, and hoping inspiration strikes so I can get some writing done for class.
I roll over to check my phone, wondering if Donovan’s messaged to tell me about the party he went to last night, but there’s nothing which is odd. I make a mental note to check in with him later. For now, there are a couple of other messages…
I’ll pick you up from work tomorrow. 3 a.m.
It’s Diablo by the way.
I chuckle at the way he specifically tells me it’s him, remembering what I said to him last night at Platinum. I type out a quick reply and hit send.
See you then.
Saving his contact in my phone as the purple devil emoji, I roll back over and snuggle into my pillow to reminisce about how good he made me feel last night—my book can wait.
True to his word, every day this week at 3 a.m., he’s been waiting outside the diner for me on his bike. We don’t even greet each other; I put on the helmet he always brings for me and we ride back to mine.
Once here, we’ve spent all our time in my kitchen, kissing while he makes me come with his hands, before fucking me over the table from behind.
We don’t even undress, although I had to replace a couple of pairs of tights that he’s ruined when he’s ripped them open instead of waiting for me to take them off.
But a few dollars for a pair of tights is totally worth it for the orgasms he’s giving me.
We don’t bother with small talk about our day, anything we do say has to do with the sex we’re having.
Diablo apparently likes to talk during sex, and as it turns out, I like the stuff he says to me, so it’s a win-win.
It’s pretty much been the same thing for the last four days, variety may be the spice of life, but this has still been pretty fucking hot .
Knowing he has the girls at the clubhouse, I’m surprised he kept coming back at all.
But I guess it’s like that when you have a new toy to play with, they’re exciting for a while and you can’t get enough.
I should probably be more shocked by the fact that he kisses me, going by what Ana’s said, he’s never kissed any of them before.
The way she described him, I always thought he sounded pretty selfish in bed; not kissing or giving head, more than willing to receive though, and only wanting to fuck from behind.
Now, I figure he just knows what he likes and what he doesn’t, and so far, I’ve enjoyed it.
I do get a pang of jealousy though when I imagine him talking to the other girls during sex.
I wonder if he tells them that they’re fucking perfect.
Anyway, I figure I’ll enjoy it while it lasts. It’s definitely a lot easier than dressing up and going to Platinum to get laid.
It’s Friday and he knows I don’t have a shift at the diner, so I’m assuming we won’t be seeing each other again until Monday.
Besides, I’m heading out of town after my classes to meet up with Donovan at his stepdad’s house in Bayside, which is conveniently half-way between Tynerston and Winbrook University.
I can’t wait to catch up with him, in the six months we’ve been best friends, this is the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other, we’re usually inseparable.
I’m excited to meet his mom and stepdad too.
Donovan has told me so many great things about them, even though I’m wary because Donovan thinks they won’t accept him if they find out he’s gay.
As usual, I’ll follow his lead, I know the best I can do is be there for him and let him know he can trust me.
I’m just hoping he’s found an accepting group at his new college so that he can live more freely.
My phone beeps with a notification… it’s the devil em oji.
What time do you finish class?
I’ll pick you up and bring you to the clubhouse.
Huh, so he wasn’t planning on waiting till Monday.
Sorry, plans this weekend. See you Monday?
It doesn’t take long for a reply to come through.
What plans?
I can’t work out if this is a red flag, or if he’s just bad at communicating. I hope he knows I don’t owe him any explanation for my plans and that this is just a blunt way of asking because he’s curious about what I’m doing.
I start typing that I’m going to see Donovan, but then remember that Diablo has a strained relationship with his mom. I don’t know the whole story, but from what Donovan’s told me, they haven’t spoken since his dad went to prison.
How is it going to sound if I’ve spent the week fucking him and then tell him I’m running off to spend the weekend with his mom, who he doesn’t talk to. Usually, I’m an ‘honesty is the best policy’ kind of girl, but I don’t want to piss Diablo off or upset him .
I delete what I’ve written and type out a new message.
Just going to visit a friend, I’m heading back Sunday though.
It’s not a lie; it’s just not the whole truth. A message comes back pretty instantly.
I wanted to see you this weekend.
Fuck me, this guy is hard to read over message…
OK, it’s nice that you want to see me again so soon, but I just said that I have plans.
I’m up for seeing you Monday though.
What if I can’t wait till Monday?
This is pissing me off, is he so used to having the club girls at his beck and call, that he thinks all women should be? And he seems to have forgotten that he’s got plenty of other options…
Well like I said, I’m away. There are plenty of girls at the clubhouse who want you, you can always go and fuck one of them if you can’t go three days without getting laid.
Maybe I went too far, but he’s probably still fucking them anyway, so it’s not like I’ve suggested he do something he isn’t already doing. There’s no instant response, so I put my phone on silent and grab my backpack with my stuff for the weekend, before heading off to school.
Diablo
When I pull into the clubhouse lot, I’m the only one around because it’s still only 7 a.m. I enjoy the ride at sunrise, but I’m looking forward to a hot shower more.
My muscles are always sore after leaning against my bike for two and a half hours.
I wait in her apartment parking lot to watch her door, needing to know she’s safe while she sleeps.
It’s been a crazy week, and a stupid grin crosses my face every time I think about it; I hope the guys haven’t noticed. After our night at Platinum, I arranged to pick Elizabeth up after her diner shift on the Monday, and I’ve picked her up every night since.
When she leaves the diner, I like that we don’t even need to talk, she accepts the helmet and climbs on behind me; though she’s still holding onto the bike instead of me, but hopefully she just needs time .
Once we get to her place, I’m so eager to kiss her I barely give her time to take off her boots and jacket.
Not seeing her for twenty-three hours straight gives me way too much thinking time and I can’t wait a moment longer.
Making her come with my hand is my new favorite thing, I love watching her face as she comes undone and hearing her reactions to the things I say. It’s so fucking hot.
I’ve never talked during sex before, preferring to stay quiet and just get on with it, but with Elizabeth, I can’t seem to shut up.
I blurt out all sorts of stuff; I tell her how perfect she is, how beautiful she looks, how incredible she feels.
She seems to get off on me asking her what she likes too, and asking her to tell me what she needs; something I’ve never bothered doing with other girls, but I guess I’ve never cared before.
After she comes, she leans over the table; it’s so fucking sexy seeing her like that. I want to try other positions with her and always plan to do something different, but as soon as she turns around and bends over, I’m gone, even ripping at her tights if I need to.
Thankfully I’ve been lasting longer than I did that night we went home after Platinum.
That shit was embarrassing, not that she seemed to mind; but I don’t think I’ve come that fast since I was a teenager.
I’ve just never felt anything else like it though, sex with her feels new, and fucking amazing.
When I fuck the girls at the club, they know to leave when I’m finished, that I just want to be left alone. But with Elizabeth, I want the opposite. All I can think about is holding her and kissing her, I know I can’t though.
We’re usually done by 4 a.m., but she needs to wake up early most days to get ready for school. I don’t need much sleep, but how she’s surviving on four hours a night I have no idea. So as much as I hate to, I leave quickly, making sure to give her at least a couple of sweet kisses before I go .
That’s why I’ve been looking forward to this weekend, it’s Friday so she’s not working at the diner tonight. We didn’t talk about plans yesterday, but I know I’ll either be able to see her at the clubhouse, or I can go to hers and spend longer with her.
After my shower, I grab a towel and sit on my bed to message her.
What time do you finish class?
I’ll pick you up and bring you to the clubhouse.
It doesn’t take her long to reply; I smile at the message tone and the crown emoji I’ve got her saved as.
Sorry, plans this weekend. See you Monday?
My heart drops, I hadn’t even thought about the fact that she might have plans. Curious about what she’s doing, I type a reply.
What plans?
The bubble appears to show she’s typing, then it disappears. Nothing. After a couple of minutes, the bubble returns, followed by another message.
Just going to visit a friend, I’m heading back Sunday though.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous that she’s spending the weekend with someone else, but I know I have no right to be. I’m just more upset than I thought that I won’t be able to see her.
I wanted to see you this weekend.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting her to respond to that with; she has plans, but I need her to know that I wanted to see her.
OK, it’s nice that you want to see me again so soon, but I just said that I have plans.
I’m up for seeing you Monday though.
I smile, at least she’s up for seeing me on Monday so I know this isn’t over. Fuck, the thought of waiting that long though…
What if I can’t wait till Monday?
I don’t know if that was a good thing to say or not, I’m shit at flirting. I’ve never been on the back foot before, girls are usually chasing me and I’ve always been indifferent to them, so what I say never matters. But with Elizabeth, I don’t want to fuck it up.
Her reply appears on the screen and I freeze.
Well like I said, I’m away. There are plenty of girls at the clubhouse who want you, you can always go and fuck one of them if you can’t go three days without getting laid.
I’m working in the garage and her message is still running through my mind.
Telling me to go and fuck another girl like it’s no big deal.
I haven’t even looked at another girl in three weeks, how could I when all I can think about is her.
Does she not know how much she’s consumed my thoughts?
Unless… maybe she’s fucking other people?
I picture her at the bar in Platinum, that dress she was wearing, the way she smiled at that pendejo and pressed herself against him as she stood up. She could walk into that bar any night of the week and any guy in there would be begging to fuck her.
Or maybe it’s the friend she’s seeing… Fuck, that’s it. Is she spending the weekend with an old boyfriend, or some guy who lives elsewhere but they fuck on the weekends ?
“Diablo!” Tank shouts, “Will you fucking concentrate, you’ve destroyed a perfectly good body panel.”
I look at him, then back at the piece of metal I was supposed to be cutting and filing into shape—it’s fucked.
“Sorry,” I say, dropping the body piece with a sigh.
“What’s going on with you, bro?”
“I dunno, just stuff on my mind, nothing important.”
He nods and looks around at where the others are working, then back at me.
“I’m surprised you’re not seeing Donovan this weekend.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, wondering why he’d think I was seeing Donovan.
“I just heard that Beth is heading out to Miguel’s place to meet up with him there.”
She’s going to see Donovan? Why wouldn’t she just tell me that?
“I didn’t know,” I say.
“Hmm… I know you don’t speak to your mom, but I’m sure if seeing Donovan would be a good thing for you, she wouldn’t have a problem with you being there.”
The truth is, nothing would make my mom happier than for me to show up; she hates that I’ve distanced myself so much from her, even though I don’t have a choice…
“Yeah,” I say, “you’re right, maybe I should head up and see them.”
This is a good idea. I can talk to Elizabeth in person about that message and find out what the fuck is going on.