I think the worst, my life has come to thinking worst case scenarios. I know it’s coming like a train, I feel the impending doom that it’s bringing. I try to not think about such things and just live in the moment. My life is finally right. Surely it can’t go wrong so fast, can it? Black drops his hands from my waist and takes a step around me, I still can’t seem to move, my legs are glued to the spot.
“Come at a bad time?” the voice says from behind me. I manage to turn around and force a smile. It’s weak, but it’s there. Liam looks at me and shakes his head.
“What ya need?” Liam says to the tall man covered in piercings and tattoos. I recognize him from the clubhouse. He’s a member. He looks me over, not answering Liam. Liam steps in front of me, blocking his view.
“Just came around for a drink and to see how that job went.” He walks past Liam and goes to his fridge, pulls out a bottle of beer, opens it, flicking the lid into the trash. Hayden runs out of his room, hearing a voice, and smiles brightly at the scary man. “Little man, what you doing here?” He taps Hayden on the head and Hayden smiles brightly.
“I live with Mr. Black now,” he says. The man looks over to Liam and raises his eyebrows in question.
“How about shower and bed?” I say to Hayden. He nods his head and waves goodnight to the guys.
“You?” he questions Liam.
“No. Rose, he will be living with her.”
“You think that’s smart?” he says back to him.
“I do,” is all he replies.
“Why wouldn’t it be smart?” I interject. He looks to me, then Liam, and shakes his head.
“I’ve told her, Jake.”
“And you think that’s smart?” What’s wrong with you?” Jake says, shaking his head.
“She deserves to know.”
“Since when do you care what anyone deserves?”
“You think I shouldn’t know?” I ask, stepping next to Liam.
Jake shakes his head. “I think you will get my boy here killed. And that isn’t acceptable.”
“Me?” I ask in shock.
“Yes, you princess.”
“Enough,” Liam says.
“I won’t get killed, Jake, ease the fuck off.”
“You won’t fight? Is that what you’re telling me?” He drops his bottle to the bench, stepping closer.
“I’ll do what I do best,” is all Liam replies.
“Exactly, then you will be hunted.”
“Hunted?” I ask, shocked.
“You know what he does, right? You know he’s the best, right?” I shake my head. I know what he does. “He aims for a target. He gets the target. End of story,” Jake says then looks to Liam. “Except this target will know it’s you, and they have an army.” A shiver breaks out over my skin.
“I thought you came to talk about the job?” Liam changes the subject.
“I came to tell you they have been talking.” Jake looks to me, then back to Liam. “I can’t do anything to save you, brother.” He hangs his head. He cares for him, he may act strong, but you can see how much he cares.
“I don’t need saving.”
“You do, fuck me, you do.” He shakes his head and picks up the bottle, downing the rest of it. He goes to the door when Liam stops him.
“Promise me something?” Jake’s hand clenches on the doorway waiting for what he has to say. “Promise me you will get her somewhere safe when it happens.”
“I can’t promise that.”
“You can, Jake.” Silence fills the room. I stand there not saying a word, not knowing what to say or do.
“I will… for you.” Then he punches the door and walks out. Liam stands there looking at the spot he just left.
Liam walks out after him, leaving me standing there thinking the worst. When the worst is not what I want to feel. How do we shut down emotions so strong? I want to turn it all off. Nothing has happened, but the feeling that something is coming is torturing me inside.
I’m sitting on the couch when Liam walks back inside. He pulls at his beard, stress coating his handsome face. He doesn’t notice me as he sits, resting his hands on his bench and bends over. I sneak up behind him and wrap my hands around his waist. He turns fast and pulls me to him, hugging me for dear life. I remove myself and grab hold of his hand, pulling him to his room. The one place I’ve never been.
I stand at his door, and he looks at it like he’s contemplating something before he reaches over and opens it. I see him inside, he takes a step forward walking in front of me then pulling me in with him. He shuts the door behind us and we’re encased in nothing but Black. I can’t see anything, not even my hands. Liam doesn’t seem to care as he pulls me in the direction he needs me in. He pulls me down to the bed and I land on him. My legs straddle him, his hands roaming my body.
“They say I bring nothing but black, darkness. Though, when I’m with you, all I see is color, and fuck, it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen, Rose,” he says from between my breasts. I reach for my shirt and pull it free, then unclasp my bra. His head lifts while I do this, then he lays right back between them. His breath is heavy and hot on my nipple.
My body shakes, excitement fills me. He does this to me, puts all the right emotions back into me. How could someone with what they say is a black soul do such things to another human being? He isn’t what they say, not when he’s with me. He’s nothing but good, caring, and even loveable when he’s with me.
“I’m going to claim you, Rose,” he whispers and his mouth touches my nipple softly, making me squirm. He licks it, then kisses it, then bites it hard. Pulling it between his teeth.
“Why?” I ask, gripping his hair tight.
“Because I will make you never forget me.”
“I could never forget you.”
“You did once.”
“I didn’t.” He goes to my other nipple, then pulls at my pants. “You’re unforgettable, Liam Black.”
He picks me up, flips me onto my back, then pulls my pants down in one swoop. I hear him taking his off. Then he’s kissing me, making his way up my legs, then my thighs. Slow sensual kisses until he reaches my pussy, spreading my legs wide over his shoulders. He pulls me to him. His breath is hot, his tongue is warm, and he licks. Then he kisses before he licks in that perfect spot, making my toes curl. I reach down to grab his hair, gripping it with my hands, my nails scraping his scalp as he tortures me with pleasure.
He inserts a finger, his tongue still massaging my clit. Then another. I quiver, shake, and pull hair from his scalp as I try to contain the feelings engrossing my body right now. He kisses me one last time, it’s sensitive and I flinch before he’s off of me. I feel his hands grip the back of my legs. He pulls me so my ass is hanging off the edge of the bed. His cock at my entrance and he’s bare. I can feel his piercing. It's teasing me. I inch forward, wanting it. My need has skyrocketed, but he doesn’t give in. He plays, he inserts the tip in, then out, his thumb touching my clit. His cock is teasing my pussy. It's almost too much, too much to take. He does it again, and this time I can’t handle it.
I push backward, removing myself from him. I stand on the bed, walking to him. I can’t see, I can only hear him. He’s close, so I touch his shoulders then wrap my legs around his waist, then reach down and position him. He laughs in my ear.
Then holy mother of all God he’s inside of me. That feeling, I don’t move. He has other ideas. He wants me to move. He grabs my ass, slapping it hard as he does. Then he lifts me up and down. I’m almost too shocked to move with the sudden force of it all. It’s so much. He doesn’t care though, he does it again, lifts me then slams me back down. My head drops backward. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold on. It’s so much—the friction on my clit, the piercing of his cock, and the force of his fucking. It’s like I’ve left my body.
Pleasure, so much pleasure. He slaps me again, and I can’t hold on any longer. One of his hands reaches up and wraps around my torso, holding me to him. The other stays on my ass, lifting me up and down.
I come again, then I go limp. My body is now a dead weight in his arms. He drops me softly to the bed, then pulls the covers over me and flicks the light on. I see him walk naked, and I also see that his room is completely black, including the bed. His walls are covered with different guns and knives. It’s like an ammunition room. He doesn’t seem to care as he walks past a gun that look like a sniper rifle and walks to his closet.
“Is it wrong to love you?” I ask from under the covers, my eyes feeling droopy. He turns and looks at me.
“It would only cause you pain,” he pauses and steps closer, dropping his head to my ear. “People don’t love me, they run from me.” And I believe him, but I could never do that.