Epilogue
Cass
Playlist: Sweet but Psycho – Ava Max
“What the fuck is that?” I ask as I walk out of the garage into the yard over an ear-splitting sound, only to find a grasshopper green motorcycle with black hand-painting coming to a halt in front of the stairs.
On it, a woman—long legs, tight leather pants, tank top, no bra, perfect breasts, no protective gear. I chuckle, turning into laughter; I’d recognize those boobies anywhere.
“Where the fuck did you get that?” I ask as I walk up to Addy, who removes the helmet, her long blonde hair falling messily out of the helmet.
“You’ll love it,” she says, turning the throttle handle. I am used to loud, but that bike should be forbidden. “She’s supercharged. Got her to 250 mp/h.”
“You are insane,” I say as I kiss her.
“Love to be,” she says, kissing me back.
“I have a surprise for you,” she whispers against my lips. “But there is something I have to do first.”
“Oooookay,” I say.
She gets off the bike.
“JACKASS!” she shouts at the top of her lungs. “Where the fuck are you?”
“What did he do?” I ask, but walks away the moment my brother sticks his head out the front door.
“What have I done?” he asks.
“Come down here,” she says. He just looks at me, apparently scared of what is about to happen.
He doesn’t come, so she stalks up, and I figure my brother has done well to stay away from her, because she looks fucking angry.
“Come here,” she says at the door, and points him to her with her fingers.
“What’s going on with you?” he asks as he opens the door.
“First of all,” she says, and her fist hits his face so hard he stumbles to the side. “Secondly,” she says and pulls him close, “Congratulations. You’ll be a father.”
“WHAT?” I shout and run up to them.
My brother stares at me as if he has lost touch with earth.
“Go drive to Weehawken, because Nikki is losing her mind over there and I am of no fucking help.”
“She told you to hit me?!” asks my brother.
“No, that was on me, because you’re such a dumbfucker that she had to tell me first instead of you. Now get your ass in your car before I kick it there.”
My brother is frozen to the spot.
“He might need a reset,” I say and slap his face.
“I can’t be a father—“ he says.
“You already are one. Now go, idiot of a brother,” I say and stir him to his car.
“You think he’s making it there?” asks Addy with a laugh. “He looked like he met his maker.”
“He’ll survive; idiots always do,” I say. “Nikki is fucking pregnant?”
She turns to me, grinning and then cracking into laughing.
“No,” she says. “But it’s payback for last month. That little fucker, he’s not setting me up again.”
I laugh as I pat her shoulder. “Hate to break this to you, but after this we might have to lock our door permanently and, as a precaution, watch where you go or sit.”
“I will murder him.”
“You have my blessing,” I say with a chuckle. “So, you have a surprise?” I ask, because my love-hate relationship with surprises wants to know what it is.
“Yeah,” she says and walks back down to the green monster. “Get your helmet.”
“I’m not passenger princessing,” I say, following her down the stairs.
“You will,” she says, sitting on the motorcycle. “Or I will make you.”
She knows it the moment the words came out of her mouth. I know it. The Lord in the sky knows it. Everyone knows it.
I tilt my head, look her daringly in the eyes as I cross my arms.
“Well then,” I say with slightly pursed lips. “Make me.”
She closes her eyes in total annoyance for one second.
Opens them again.
Takes a deep breath in.
Exhales even longer.
“You either get your ass on this fucking bike in the next five seconds, or you will miss out on the best day of your life. I mean it’s your choice, but it would be sad if your own proudness keeps you away from the one thing you always wanted.”
I stomp to the garage like a toddler close to throwing a tantrum, because of course I won’t miss out on it, but I am also pissed because she just knows how to handle me in ways that scare me.
I put on the helmet and sit on the pillion seat. I’m just glad she doesn’t see my face right now.
She simply laughs as she puts her helmet on.
“Hold tight,” she says, “She’s a beast.”
I growl in confirmation, not that she’d hear it through the helmet.
I close my arms around her as she starts the motor.
“Fuck me,” I say, because the vibration, the roaring—it’s just crazy.
She tips down to shift into first gear, turns around slowly, and keeps it slow down the driveway and over the cobblestones.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” she says, turning to me with her open visor. The one she nods down, as she checks if I’m really holding onto her.
She puts both hands on the handle.
I prepare myself, but it’s safe to say I wasn’t prepared for what comes.
The pull—
I am used to cars accelerating, but this thing, fuck me, it feels as if my brain kept where we started off and is now trailing behind my head, and she is pulling it into a wheely at a speed that my stomach is about to turn.
She pulls it into red; only then does she shift up and let it slow down, bringing it back onto the road with both wheels.
“Are you fucking insane?” I shout at her.
She doesn’t hear me, or actively ignores me.
We make our way through the city into Jersey, and the sun is already low, dipping the horizon into an orange ocean as we speed over a highway—it is epic.
She rides between two trucks to squeeze through, so that I can let both my hands glide over the trailer left and right.
She does it with such precision that you need to be insane to do that at a speed like ours, and she is.
She is completely insane. Not that I wasn’t aware of it.
It also scares the shit out of me, because I have no idea what is coming.
She takes an exit, and we land a couple of minutes later in the middle of nowhere in a forest, and then a lake comes into view. This here is definitely not my dream of visiting the car scene in Tokyo.
She stops the motorcycle onto a trail leading to
“That is not what I dreamed of,” I say as I aim to get off the seat.
“Not so fast,” she says, grasping my leg by the back of my knee and pulling me around her so I land half on the tank, half on her.
“You’re insane,” I say as she opens my visor.
She leans in on me with our helmets touching.
“An insane person who’s going to make you come in a way you had no idea of.”
With that, she pushes me back so I land on the tank, the helmet crashing onto the windshield.
It’s as uncomfortable as things can be, but the moment she stands slightly and makes more room for me—
Damn. She leans onto me as she fumbles open the button to my pants and slides her hand in.
“Ohh, you’re wet,” she says.
I mean, yeah, I am, because I had two hours of vibration underneath me while clinging onto my hot girlfriend with bra-less boobs.
Her fingers slide into me.
“So here’s the thing,” she says. “You have been such a good pet, and I am going to make you come first. But the moment you come, you’ll run, because I am going to hunt you down. And when I get you, mhhhhhmmm, you will be my toy for today.”
I am as speechless as it can get. When she told me this was about the one thing I wanted, I figured she meant visiting Tokyo and the car scene, not the one fantasy I have of being hunted through a forest and then taken by a masked predator.
I want to dig myself a hole.
She stops for a moment, pulling off her helmet and then mine.
The helmets rush to the ground; she grasps my face. “Unless you don’t want to. You tell me now, right now.”
I suck in my lips.
“Tell me yes or no,” she says. “I want to hear it.”
“Yes,” I say silently.
“What’s your safe word, because I won’t be listening to no after this.”
“Oyster.”
“Good,” she says, kisses me, and then slides down my pants as far as my spread legs allow. Then she slides her hands between my legs. “Because I can’t wait to see the desparation your eyes when I catch you.”
With that, her fingers slide into me.
I am so turned on by the thought of what is about to come.
She fastens her movement just a little bit and brings my arms up, arching over the tank and moving my hips against her rhythm.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, because holy shit, the whole thing—
“I love to fuck you,” she says and enters me with more fingers.
I moan.
“Put your legs up on my thighs,” she says. I just do what she says. There is no thought in my brain right now.
And when I have—
She pulls down my pants further, puts one arm around my legs to keep me from moving as her fist pushes against my entrance and into me.
“I fucking love to fist you,” she breathes out, her mouth half open as she watches her fist pushing in and out of me.
“Fuck!” I scream out as she pushes so deep into me that it causes my entire core to clench around her fist and arm; it fills me so deep—
“Slap your pussy,” she orders me.
And I do as told, slapping my clit.
Holy.
Mother.
Of.
God.
Meanwhile, she moves her fist in and out in this epic rhythm—
I just can’t. Can’t keep it together anymore.
Heat burns my cheeks as the orgasm rolls through me and I breathe through it with moans and gasps.
She slides her hand out of me, pushes my legs down, kisses me, trails down to my ear where her warm breath hits my skin.
“Run, pet. I’ll give you a sixty-second head start.”
With that, she leans back, gets off the bike, and pulls a mask from the bike’s storage compartment under the seat.
My mouth drops open as she’s putting it on. It’s a skull mask that lets her blue eyes shine through in such a dangerously hot and creepy way it sends a shudder down my spine.
She’s really doing it.
The way she looks with it.
Fuck me.
I pull my pants up and swing myself off the tank.
One last glance.
I bite my bottom lip with all my teeth because I want to giggle as much as I am aware of what will happen
“Run, pet,” she says in a dangerous growl as she puts on a leg holder for the gun that’s in the compartment. She brought a fucking gun.
Her head tilts slowly.
It looks actually quite scary, but also way too hot. Her long legs. The tight leather pants. The gun. The mask.