Aimee
There are so many things I want to tell Breaker right now.
I want to tell him how I called Eva a million times at the truck stop I walked to after I ditched the van. She never answered. I just heard my sister’s voice replay on the voicemail over and over again. The trucker who loaned me his cell stared at me with wet lips and eager eyes. I handed him back his phone when I was done and walked away towards a more public space.
I want to tell him how I did break down and called my father. This time, it was with a different guy’s phone. He looked hungrier than the other, but I just turned my back to him, eyeing him from the window of a truck as I tried to hold myself together.
“Are you okay?” Dad asked, his voice sounding more irritated than relieved to hear from his long-lost daughter.
“I—I’m not sure,” I answered with a bit of a hesitation. How could I explain what the hell had happened to me to someone so removed from this scene? What would he say if I told him his daughter became a street drifter on the run from the law, abusive ex-boyfriends, and motorcycle clubs? Would he even care that the only place that provided me some kind of security was also days, if not hours, away from selling me to a prostitution ring? I doubted it.
“I need to get a hold of Eva,” I said to break the silence. He couldn’t help me, but she could. She had always been the one and only person that could help me when I needed it the most. That is, until I met Breaker. My heart broke at that moment as I thought of him driving back towards Gravedigger territory with the blood of his not-dead best friend on his shirt.
My father cut through my thoughts as he quipped, “I haven’t heard from Eva in a few years.” There was a pause before he continued, “But I know her husband’s law practice. They are on the big island now. If you want, I can get you that number.”
I shook as I tried to find a piece of paper to write it down. All I could find was that tattered picture of our family with the long white streaks where I had folded it to fit into whatever I was carrying.
Once I had taken the number down, he asked, “Is there anything you want from me or your mother?”
There was a lot of things I wanted—an apology, time, help—but I couldn’t ask for any of it. Not right now. Right now, I just needed to figure out what my next step was and how I could get away as fast as possible. I didn’t bother to give him a “no” though. I hung up before I could muster up anything else to say.
Eva’s husband wasn’t in his office. He was at court. I had completely forgotten about the time difference between here and Hawaii and had figured I’d get a voicemail there too. Funny how that happened. But instead of a low-key message, I had to stumble my way with my words as I tried to explain to his secretary who I was and what I wanted. She took my name down as “Annie,” Eva’s sister, and wrote out a message that I would call Eva and she should pick up next time. She sounded as confused as I was, but that was all the time I had to explain. Any longer and this second guy would have jumped my bones.
I want to tell Breaker about how my stomach turned as I walked back towards the van, seeing no other options than to just get on the road. Everything about it felt wrong. I drove for an hour or two, music blaring to drown out my tears and the red hot beating of my angry heart. But nothing could stop me from thinking about him, even if I did everything I could not to.
This cocky, arrogant bastard of a guy who had kept me captive and then tried to claim me as his property has managed to weasel his way under my skin. He had promised to protect me, and he had lived up to it. I can’t deny that. Even though forced, our bond has become more than just between the sheets. I owe him my loyalty, as useless as it may be when it comes to Gravediggers. And I couldn’t let him possibly go down because of me running away.
I want to tell Breaker that all of the above are the reasons I turned back and came to his motel room. When he’d asked why I’d simply said to be with him and if he’d accept me again. After he said yes, everything melted. The room spun. My feet felt lighter. The dim pounding in my head quieted down.
And now all I can feel is the roughness of his hands as they travel up the length of my body.
His scent, that earthy musk that seems to drip off his body, is intoxicating and everything that happened before this moment has fallen by the wayside. I’m speechless as I grab on with my legs circled around his waist for balance. All I can think about is the taste of his skin on my tongue and how much I just want him to take me right here, right now.
Breaker’s strong hands cup my breasts, bringing them up to meet his mouth. He suckles on one of the nipples with such force that my head flies back toward the wall. My hands wrap around the back of the desk I’m sitting on—not just for anchoring, but also to keep me from pushing him away. The sensation of him nibbling at me makes every part of me quiver and squeal. My hips naturally push into him while my legs pull his firm erection closer and closer to me.
The cotton panties I’m wearing feel soaked already. The fabric itches at my skin as I long to pull them to the side and let him go at me. He must be reading my mind. A hand claws at the underside of my black skirt and pulls them down the length of my legs until they hit my knees. I do the rest from there while he unbuckles his pants.
Fully undressed, Breaker stares back at me longingly, his tan, muscular chest and strong, forcible arms almost twitching in anticipation. I want all of him on me, pushing into me. He almost dives into me, throwing me back against the wall. I mash my mouth to his, feeling his tongue, another muscle he’d finely honed, dancing with my own.
He nuzzles into me, with his two-day-old scruff scratching against my neck. His hands grope every part of me, not sensually but forcefully. He’s telling me I’m his.
But I’m not ready to be his—not yet.
I push back on him, allowing my hands to cop a feel of that massive chest before nudging him with more force away. I lay a kiss on his cheek, then down his neck, along his collarbone, to his sternum, teasing him while he anticipates what’s next. Finally, I make it down past his six-pack abs to the insides of his legs. I kiss them gentler, my lips lingering just long enough to make him squirm, before moving my mouth to his cock.
A single bead of precum sits on the tip of his shaft. I wink up at him and lick it off, then proceed to move my tongue around the head. I turn and, almost upside-down, give some attention to the bottom, paying special closeness to the vein that’s now throbbing with desire.
I place my hands on either side of his cock, feeling his entire body tense up as I lick teasingly in long, broad strokes. Eventually, I give him what he wants, what his body is aching for; I open wide and take him fully into my mouth, his hardness going for the back of my throat. I feel his hands, one on my shoulder, the other on my head, pushing me into him. I let him do it; I want him to do it.
I increase my speed, my mouth forming a suction around his erection. He pushes back, and I force myself to take him all the way in, my entire mouth wrapping around his cock like I can’t get enough. In a way, I can’t.
He lets me go, and I take a deep breath as I go back to loving flicks of my tongue. I give him one last lick down the bottom of his shaft before making my way up. I stand before him, my fingers immediately shooting to my clit. I’m vaguely aware of how wet I’ve gotten, but right now, there is just him, locked dead on me like a heat-seeking missile.
With a cross between a groan and a grunt, he hikes the rest of my skirt up and shoves his cock into me. There’s no need for me to even lead him inside my pussy. He knows my body like a favorite book. His lingering fingers play at my pages, opening it carefully before thumbing at the best parts.
The pressure of his long cock inside of me used to be unbearable, but now it glides into me like it’s always belonged there. He gives a few slow thrusts, pulling himself almost completely out. Both of us look down to watch the long shaft slide, coming back wetter and wetter each time. And then, with a wordless growl, he gets to work.
I have just enough time to scoot myself to the very end of the desk before he pummels into my folds. I try to move with him, following his patterns, but he’s too fast. It’s almost like lightning how each stroke strikes me. My toes curl deeper into his skin, and my nails crunch down on his back. He lets out a shout, but it’s not from pain. It’s something deeper, more natural than that.
Breaker’s eyes open. They hold mine as I tip back slightly, giving him an even better angle in which to take me. He digs straight into me again, more and more powerful with each motion. All the while, I melt and fall to pieces over and over again as I cry out his name. “Breaker! Take me! Breaker!” I can’t stop saying it. Even his words sound like they belong to our love making.
The ball of twine inside my stomach unfurls. The pressure in me tightens and then relaxes, each time letting go even more. The muscles in my vagina that hold on to him spark like a campfire being lit until I can’t hold it anymore. I feel as if I am about to burst into flames from my fingernails to the tip of my head. I scream out his name again.
But to my surprise, he eases off a little and presses deeper into me. I feel his body fall on mine, his chin resting in the crook of my shoulder. He chokes back something, maybe my name, but the sound echoes between our bodies. Breaker doesn’t pull away as he comes. His cock lingers inside of me, rocking the last of himself until he is empty.
We both stay motionless, soundless except for our panting breaths and our hands slapping the wood top of the dresser. When he’s ready to let go, he pulls away. My pussy tries to clench onto his still stiff cock, which makes the feeling even more delicious for the both of us. Breaker can’t hide that swift little smirk that crosses his face.
“I’ve never done that,” he finally remarks while he walks towards the bed to grab the towel I used after my shower. “I mean, I’ve never come inside anyone before. It was fucking awesome.”
“I’ve never let any guy do it either.” It’s true. I’ve never been so sure about anyone else, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Still, I think he knows. We both know. Me coming back to him made what we just did different from the times before—when we were playing around or doing it because we needed someone warm to cling to.
After a long while, he sits next to me, still on the desk, and stares at the other side of the room, as if he can see through the walls. No doubt, there’s a Gravedigger in the conjoining room sleeping off a hard night or getting ready for a new shift. Who knows if they heard.
“What’s next, kid? What’s your plan? Because I sure as fuck don’t have one.”
I look at him, more tired than I should be, as I say, “I get caught.”
“What?” He looks at me, his eyes blinking.
I stand up quickly, grabbing my panties and pulling down my skirt around them. I find my shirt and my bra next. He waits for me to turn towards him. “You have to go,” I say firmly. “You don’t want to get caught when I show my face.”
“Where are you going to go?”
Honestly, I’m not sure yet, but I blurt out, “The bar. I figure it’s the easiest way to get caught. They probably aren’t really looking for me around here.”
“And what are you going to say? That you just went on a little, twelve-hour walk after disposing of a body with me?”
“Yeah. I guess. I’m going to say that I tried to escape, but I came back. My dad always told me that when I have to lie, keep it as close to the truth as possible.” That was true. While lying got a whipping in my family, there were a lot of secrets to hide in my past. That little piece of advice probably kept me alive when being questioned by marks or other scammers.
“That’s suicide! You’re out of your damn mind.” He grabs my arm when I’m halfway out the door. I scan for anyone that may see us, but the surrounding rooms are mostly dark, and there’s no one idling in the courtyard. The bikers are probably where I want them to be, back at the bar.
“We’ve got to do something. And this is it. I can take whatever they want to throw at me, Breaker. Can you?” I know that calling him out isn’t exactly the best choice, but I have to use some reverse psychology to get his ego to let me go. My main concern was making it out alive, and I need to be on my toes to con the rest of these guys to let me back in. Breaker’s grip isn’t helping either. When he lets me go, I almost fly forward.
“Do me a favor, Breaker,” I say as I turn back to his stunned gorgeous face. “Give me about an hour and then meet me at the bar. When you see me getting drunk, please try to act surprised.”
I know Breaker’s honest to a fault. I know he can sniff out deceit like the best of them. But I didn’t know how good of a liar he could be. I just hope he’s a good of an actor as he is a lover.