What just fucking happened?
Brendan and I were having a nice dinner. Not just a nice dinner, an amazing dinner. We were getting know each other and flirting when all of the sudden, all hell breaks loose. My ears were still ringing from the gunfire as we rode into the night on Brendan's Harley. My hands shook slightly and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I hugged his waist tightly as he zoomed down the streets. My heart was pounding but I felt safe.
Brendan had protected me. He saved my life.
I didn't know where he was taking me and didn't care. I just needed to get away from that restaurant. I wouldn't be able to think about Italian food in the same way ever again. A flashback crossed my mind of the waiter getting blown away and falling dead right in front me. That was the first corpse I'd ever seen. Please, let it be the last.
Brendan pulled into the parking lot of a shitty motel called: Rest Inn. The lights in the sign were going out and only a few of the letters were actually lit. Brendan stopped the bike and helped me off.
“Are you sure you're all right?” he asked me.
I rolled my eyes. “For the millionth time, Brendan, yes I'm fine.” What was it with this guy and always needing to know that I was okay? I'm my own man, I can handle difficult situations. But this situation was way beyond difficult. No one should ever be shot at.
Brendan calmed down and hugged me tightly. “I'm so sorry, I put you in harm's way.” His musty scent penetrated my nostrils and left me with a sense of longing.
“Why did they try to kill us?” I asked, confused and curious.
Brendan put his hands on my shoulders. “I want to make myself clear. They were only targeting me. You have nothing to do with this.”
“Then why were they trying to kill you?” I shouldn't be prying so much but I had to know. I had to know why I almost died.
Brendan looked to the ground. “I can't tell you, Shawn. It's club business.”
This man kept a code of honor and he wouldn't break it for anybody—including me.
Brendan fished out some cash from his wallet and handed it to me. “We need to stay here until the heat wears off. Can you go inside and get us a room while I try to figure things out with Hammer.”
I nodded and made my way to the front office. I looked back to see Brendan kicking the tires of his bike before pulling out his phone and dialing.
I entered the front office that reminded me of the Bates Motel. The place was cramped and wasn't very well kept. If we didn't die at the restaurant, we'd definitely be murdered here. I rang the little bell on the desk and a tall scrawny man came out from the back. His face was stretched and gave him the appearance of an alien.
“What can I do for you, sir?” he asked in a very deep tone.
Was I supposed to get two rooms? Brendan didn't make it exactly clear. He said get a room but did he expect us to sleep in the same bed? The thought of sleeping alone in an unfamiliar place crossed my mind.
“Can I get one room for one night?”
The owner took the cash and handed me a key. “You're room is on the second floor and down on the end.”
He left to go into the back room before I could even say thank you. I went back outside and Brendan was screaming into the phone.
“We need to hit them back, Hammer. They almost killed me and my man!”
His man. We barely went on one date and he already thought I was his. That was a little presumptuous. But deep down I really did want to be his.
Brendan continued, “If they want to play dirty then we need to play dirty back.” Brendan shook his head. “No he's fine and a bullet only grazed my shoulder.”
I noticed that there was a trail of blood running down his arm. My man was hurt! He needed to go to the hospital but I already knew he wouldn't. I quickly ran back into the front office and rang the bell.
The owner came back out and almost turned right back around when he saw me. “Isn't everything satisfactory in your room?”
“I just needed a first-aid kit.” I slammed my fist against the desk.
Mr. Skin and Bones disappeared beneath the desk and produced a white rectangular box with a red cross on it. He blew off a fine layer of dust before handing it to me. “Make sure, you return this to me before you leave.”
I nodded and left back outside. Brendan was still on the phone talking. His conversations about club business were fascinating. It was a whole new world that I knew nothing about.
Brendan kicked his motorcycle tire hard. “Fine, just let me know what time the meeting with them is tomorrow.” He shoved his phone in his pocket and turned towards me. “Did we get a room?”
I smiled and jangled the key. “Is everything all right in the club?” He furrowed his brow at me and I knew to stop my line of questioning. Maybe with time, he'd open up about the club?
The motel room was the size of a tiny box that contained: a stained bed, wooden dresser, and dirty bathroom. I had walk-in closets that were bigger than this place. I turned on the light that flickered on and off repeatedly. “Why don't you sit down so I can dress your wound.”
“Are you going to be my nurse?” he asked, grinning.
“More like an Angel of Death if you don't sit down and keep quiet.”
Brendan zipped his lips shut and threw away the key. I sat next to him on the bed and helped take off his leather vest. Brendan winced from the pain as he stretched his arm out. I set the old first-aid kit on the dresser and made an inventory of what we had. Gauze, band-aids, antiseptic, and not much else.
Brendan pulled his white t-shirt off and got stuck halfway. I laughed and helped him, tugging the shirt off his head. My laughter came to halt when I got a look at his scarred physique. His chest was carved perfectly and dark tattoos of all types littered his skin. Deep scars ran across his shoulders and back. A huge tattoo that said: Dark Steel was written across his pecs. My cheeks flushed and I wanted to look away out of embarrassment but his body was captivating. A strong desire was taking root in the pit of my stomach.
I spotted the wound on the right shoulder and it looked pretty bad. “Maybe you should go to the hospital?” I asked hesitantly.
Brendan glanced at his arm. “It's just a flesh wound. Trust me, I've had worse.” I ran the tips of my fingers over his scars—I could believe him.
I pulled out a gauze pad and poured some alcohol on it. “This is probably going to hurt.”
“I can take it,” he murmured.
I dabbed the wound and Brendan howled from the sudden pain. I wiped away the dried blood while Brendan focused his eyes on me, panting. The bullet took out a chunk of his arm but it didn't look so bad now once it was cleaned. Our heads were close together and it took all the willpower in the universe to keep myself from kissing him. I taped a square patch to his arm. “Good as new.”
Brendan stared at me, his face inching closer to mine. Oh my! I closed my eyes and embraced his lips. He tasted like dirty cigarettes and booze—exactly what I thought a man like him would taste like. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me even closer to him, drinking in my kiss. My mind was all over the place. I couldn't focus my thoughts anymore. His tongue invaded my mouth and my heartbeat spiked.
Brendan broke away. “I've been wanting to do that to you ever since I first saw you.”
“Then don't stop,” I whispered, my eyes half open.
Brendan returned to my mouth, discovering it with his tongue. His fingers ran through my hair and I moaned against his lips. He bent my head to the side, revealing my bare neck. His kisses sent shivers down my spine as he ran his lips across my skin. He unbuttoned my shirt down and kissed my shoulder. I never wanted him to stop.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.
My whole body flushed crimson and I shook my head, staring at the floor.
Brendan placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my head. “You're the most gorgeous man I've ever met.” His words warmed me all over. A hardness grew between my thighs. I wanted him so badly. But I had to tell him. He'd find out sooner or later.
“There's something I have to tell you...”
Brendan backed away, full of concern. “What is it?”
“I don't know how to say it. It's really embarrassing.”
Brendan took my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles. How could the lightest touch make me feel so good.
A surge of liquid courage flowed through my veins. “Brendan...I've never been with a man before.”
Brendan's jaw dropped and he burst out laughing, doubling over and holding his stomach. That was not the reaction I expected. All the confidence I had before evaporated into nothingness. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to run for the door and never look back.
Brendan stopped laughing. “Wait a second, you're serious? I thought you were trying to pull my leg. How could a stripper be a virgin?”
I gathered myself. “The right guy has never come along.”
Brendan became serious. “Shawn, I don't think I'm the right guy for you. Maybe we shouldn't do this until you're ready. Are you even gay?”
“Of course I am,” I replied.
No! This conversation wasn't going the way I wanted it to.
I tried to find the right words. “That's the thing, Brendan. I've been waiting for this knight in shining armor to show up and whisk me off my feet. I realized that doesn't happen in real life—until I met you.” I grabbed his hand and held it tightly. “You might not be wearing armor, but you saved my life tonight.”
You're my knight.
“But I put you in that situation. I put you in harm's way. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He faced away from me, looking out the motel window, his eyes taking in the night. “We shouldn't do this.”
Fear seized my body. I didn't want this to end. My stupid virginity couldn't hold me back any longer.
“Brendan dammit, stop thinking about everything so much and just take me!”
He turned back to me with wide eyes. Where did that powerful man come from? A warrior inhabited my body for a moment to help me get my way.
Brendan inched his way back to me. Our faces were millimeters apart, our noses touching. “I don't want to hurt you, Shawn.”
“Then don't.” I pressed my lips to his and soaked in his scent. His hands returned to my skin and set it ablaze. I felt up his bulging biceps, avoiding his dressed wound. I ran my hands down to his belt, fiddling around with the buckle until it came loose.
Brendan stood up and unsnapped his jeans. He pulled his pants off along with his white boxer-briefs. His cock was full and throbbing for me. I knew I felt something special when I gave him that lap dance.
“Lay down on the bed. I need to kiss every inch of you,” he ordered.
I nodded and lay softly against the pillow. Brendan slipped my jeans down my legs and tossed it to the side. He ran his lips up my thighs, passing my pubic hair and resting on my belly button.
My body involuntarily convulsed as he kissed my waistline. He put his hand on my hips to still my body.
“I'm so ready, Brendan. Fuck me now...”
He kissed me on the lips as he flipped me over. I looked behind to see his thickness so close to me. My mind couldn't comprehend that this was really happening. How could he be with a guy like me?
He forced his way inside me, breaking through my tight ass. I squeezed the sheets from the sudden pain that melted away into extreme pleasure. He slowly thrust in and out, making sure to fill me up completely.
“Are you all right?” he murmured.
I nodded, breathing in sharply.
Brendan slid in and out of me, rocking his hips back and forth. I couldn't handle it anymore. I reached down and found my erect manliness. I needed to find my release.
“Come for me, baby,” Brendan whispered in my ear.
I shattered into a million pieces all around him. Oh my god! All the muscles in my body squeezed and flexed at once. I screamed as Brendan slammed in and out of me, sending me straight to heaven.
Brendan thrust into me one final time, reaching his climax. He called out my name as he unloaded inside me. Brendan collapsed on top of me in a sweaty mess, both of us out of breath. I wrapped my arms around him and never let go. This man was all mine—and I was all his.
“How was that?” he asked, rolling over next to me.
I stared up at the ceiling in shock. “That was so absolutely incredible. I can barely keep my thoughts together.” I faced him and held his hand. “Was I good enough for you?”
Brendan laughed. “You're more than enough. I've never come so hard...or fast in my entire life.”
Wow! I wanted to do back-flips around the tiny hotel room. My body felt so tired but my mind was wide awake. I slipped my hand under the covers and reached over to Brendan. His erection was back at full force.
Brendan was amused. “I can't usually go again so soon. This night is a lot of firsts for me.”
“Me too,” I replied, grinning. I can't believe this night!
Brendan ran his fingers through my hair and stared into my eyes. “I don't want this night to end.” He climbed on top of me and we made love over and over again.