“IF YOU DON’T FUCK HIM—I will.”
My head turns.
Rog has come from the back and surveys the room, nodding to the regulars and a few of the men from Creed still lingering.
“You weren’t kidding. He’s… damn,” Luce whistles between her teeth leaning her head closer to mine, “he’s a friggin’ specimen. He’s huge Dev.” Her eyes widen, “I bet he’s huge everywhere.”
“Stop staring,” I hiss, “he’s going to think we’re talking about how we kissed in the kitchen.”
“What?!” She says loud enough that a few people whip their heads around.
“Calm, down Luce. You’re embarrassing me.”
“Details. I’m waiting up for you tonight and you are going to tell me everything. I want to hear everything.” With that she snaps up her purse and winks getting ready to leave.
“You don’t want to meet him?”
“Oh, I’m sure I will eventually… like when I pound on your bedroom wall when the sound of your sex permeates the apartment.”
“Shut up,” I laugh flicking her butt with the end of the dish towel I was using to clean the table with.
She waves at Rog like a cheerleader, all bright smiles with a toothy grin. I shake my head clearing the next table, wishing I could be more like her. She’s always in a good mood, always positive. Her days are sunshine and rainbows, while I often feel like I’m living under a rain cloud. Picking up my heavy tray filled with empty dinner plates, I look up, eyes instantly finding him. But he’s talking to Big Jim and tending bar. I sigh, knowing the night is far from over. Luce will go to bed and set an alarm for two a.m. just to interrogate my ass on everything that went down today.
There’s a shift between us. Rog didn’t speak one word to me for the rest of the night, but I found him instead of Toad or Federico waiting to walk me to my car. He took the keys from me and placed his hand at the small of my back. The lights flicked, and the sound of my locks unclicking had me reaching for the handle on the door. But his arm shot out and I found myself pinned between my car and his hard body.
“Don’t play with me,” he warned as he pulled me back in his arms and his mouth found the sweet spot behind my ear before travelling down the side of my neck. I leaned back in his arms, sighing as his hands ran down the front of my thighs, I tried to turn around seeking his kiss, but he held me firmly with my ass pressed up against his hips.
“I’ll see you at the lake, sugar.” He released me, opened my car and as I sat turning the key in the ignition, I felt the brush of his fingertips travel down my face just before he softly shut the door. I sighed feeling tingly all over as my eyes met his in the rearview. His fists were buried in the pocket of his jeans, in his eyes a look that made me think he was debating following me home.
But he didn’t.
I barely slept last night tormented by the way his lips and hands felt on me.
Sighing, I rest my face on my hand remembering how his eyes can turn from lava to ice depending on his mood.
I had told him that I needed a few days off to set up my classroom. He nodded and smiled softly, telling me what I great teacher I must be. But his face darkened like a thundercloud when I asked if I could have Toad’s help. It’s hard work and I don’t know what I’m working with yet. He stilled, arms resting on the roof of my car, but he nodded his head.
A lock of hair slips from my ponytail, falling in front of my face. Blowing out my breath, I swipe it back in place, leaning over, the razor blade in my hand cutting effortlessly through the tape holding the box together.
“Knock, knock, teach.” Toad’s arrival breaks the spell of the man constantly running through my mind.
“Thanks for coming. I’ll owe you a beer.”
“Where’s Luce? Shouldn’t she be the one doing this?”
“Yeah right. This job requires muscle. Besides, she’s sleeping off her hangover. She’s not used to drinking every night. She’s been having too much fun at Sassy’s.”
“She’s cute as hell,” he smirks.
“And too old for you,” I answer handing him a soda and popping the top of my own.
“Actually, I’ve been thinking…,” he trails off and I glance up. His cheeks have turned pink. “That I want to graduate. Would you help me get my GED? I mean I know you’re busy with this job and Sassy’s—”
“Of course, I will. I’d be honored and I’m so happy for you Toad. I get why you love Creed—I do. I see it now; how you’re all family. But there’s so much more out there for you if you want it. We can get started next week. I’ll get everything we need from the student counselor’s office.”
“Thanks, Dev. Where do we get started here?”
I motion over to the stack of boxes the janitor pulled from storage. He whips a knife out from his back pocket and gets to work.
“You excited for the lake this weekend?”
“Sure,” I shrug.
“Doesn’t sound like you are.”
“Toad…,” I break off wanting to tell him everything. But I stop short knowing his loyalty is with Rog and Creed no matter how close we’ve become.
“Yeah?”
“I’m worried about my students. I’m sure word has spread around that the new high school history teacher waits tables at the biker bar in town. I need to know what kind of crap they’re gonna say behind my back.”
“You don’t need to worry. That ain’t gonna happen.”
“Yeah, right. You don’t know teenagers like I do. I want to know everything about Springdale…. and Creed so I can be prepared.”
“Does Rog know you’re worried about this?”
“N-no. I don’t want to bother him with high school bullshit.”
“I don’t know Dev. The club is a brotherhood. One we don’t talk about. You’re not an undercover cop, are you?” He jokes but his eyes are serious.
“No! Me a cop? That’s comical. I can’t even handle violence. I’ve never been as close to it as I was when that guy threatened me and I’m not asking you to snitch. I don’t need to know club shit. I just need to know about the people.”
“Okay,” he shrugs. “Where do you want to start?”
“At the beginning.”
“Well… there were these two guys. They were best friends. John Masters and Colin Flynn. They founded Creed. For a while they rode these streets like kings. But then it all turned to shit.”
“What happened?”
“A woman. That’s what. Her name was Dee Dee Stanton.”
My fingers reach in a box, run over the spine of a few books while pretending that name’s not important. I sit back on a desk chair, take a sip of my Diet Coke and wait.
“Apparently, she was beautiful, crazy in bed, and played them both for fools. They both fell in love with the woman despite the fact that each of them were married with kids. The worst part is… Dee was the sister of John’s wife. But that didn’t stop him. Don’t get me wrong—John and Colin were both in the wrong for stepping out, but Dee liked the power she had over them and would pit them against one another every chance she could. Shit got worse, the club made a ton of money back in the eighties drug running for the cartels from Mexico to Canada. We don’t do that shit anymore. But Colin and John got rich, expanded Creed into Southern Cali, and stopped even the charade of pretending that they both weren’t having an affair with the same woman.
Dee got hooked on drugs. It was a goddamn mess. They all tore each other’s hearts out. She overdosed. It was tragic as hell, but her death brought shit to a head. Colin and John almost killed one another in the back lot behind Sassy’s. They threw punch after punch, blow after blow, until neither of them could stand. No one interfered. It was understood to stay out of it. They needed to do what they needed to do. Anyway, their bond was broken. Each of them wanting to see the other dead, but that would mean the one who did—would get to be with Dee and neither could stomach that. So they ended it, each of them walking away a bloody mess with broken bones.”
“That’s… so tragic and yet so incredibly romantic.”
He shrugs. “I guess. I can’t imagine being in lust or love like that. Anyway, they called a truce of sorts, disbanded the Springdale chapter of Creed since they were both Co-Presidents and never spoke again despite the fact they lived ten miles from each other.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it was hard on Rog. Colin was like family to him and so was John. He was caught in the middle. But Colin had a little girl, Shanna, that had Rog wrapped around her little finger.”
I smile, picturing it. But the little girl in my head has Roger’s blue eyes and my dark hair. My womb clenches and I yearn for something I never did before: a baby.
Roger’s baby.
I take another sip of my soda trying to get a grip. I must have lost it. The man hasn’t done more than kiss me and I’m already picturing our imaginary child? Hell, I don’t even know if Rog wants to be a dad.
“The Springdale chapter of Creed broke up. The men either rode north to Canada, forming a chapter there or south to LA. Rog stayed here. He couldn’t leave Shanna. She was only three.”
“Where’s Shanna now?”
“Married to Duke, John’s son. He was Prez for the past few years but handed that patch over to Smith. How’s that for karma? Their dads were bitter enemies and they married each other. Actually, the two of them are part owners in Sassy’s. It used to be called Stan’s Place before it burned to the ground. Roger and Duke rebuilt the place and gave it a new name.”
My mind is spinning… I have a brother.
“Is Duke… Dee and John’s?”
“No. I don’t think so, anyway.”
“Wow… that’s some story. It’s crazy—almost like it was scripted for a TV show.”
“It was a wild time. Shit wasn’t so easily traceable like it is now. There was no digital surveillance. Money and woman rolled in like it was nothing. It went to all the men’s heads. The remaining men in Creed made a pact, never to let another woman bring the club down. We don’t speak her name, it’s cursed. And every year on the anniversary of her death, we ride out to the lake and have a drink in honor of Colin and John, to the brotherhood they started…”
“You celebrate Dee Dee Stanton’s death?” I ask incredulously.
“No. It’s not a celebration. More like a remembrance of who we are. What we want to be… it’s a night of solidarity. No women allowed. We drink, play cards… shoot the shit.”
“O-okay,” I look down swigging the last drops of my soda feeling sick. How can I ever come clean about who I am now? Will my brother hate me too? My mother was his father’s whore… and probably the reason his own mother left. But I want to know him. I crave having a blood relative alive. A brother? God, I want him to love me. Want him to be my family so badly. Turning away from Toad, I pretend to dig through a box. My eyes squeeze shut, my fists clench, nails digging into my palms so hard, they leave crescent marks.
I’ve backed myself into one hell of a corner. Am I selfish for wanting it all? Roger, my brother, a life here and my adoptive family back in Chicago?
With my head bowed, I make a vow and say a prayer: I will find a way. Find a way to prove to Rog what’s happening between us is real, meet my brother and have a relationship with him, and set my past free so I can claim my future.
I didn’t drive straight back to the apartment, I texted Luce that I had an errand to run. She texted back that she was binging on Netflix and Doritos and that she’d be fine. I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew that I needed to drive—needed to think—needed to feel the emotions tearing through me.
I sat in the school parking lot and brought up the town of Springdale’s website. In under three minutes I was able to access the town’s property records. It was so simple that I felt stupid for not thinking to do it before. In under ten-minutes my car rolled down the street where my brother, Duke grew up. My heart felt bruised and battered but I still managed to smile when I saw the three kids riding their bikes out front of a simple white ranch. The one my father owned and maybe the spot of my creation. One child played with a bubble wand, eyes bright with happiness as the wind picked up the bubbles high into the sky.
The cycle’s been broken. At least those kids are together and happy, I had thought as I smiled and waved through my open window.
But I still needed to drive. I found my way back to a main road and went north. I’ve become friends with a few regulars at Sassy’s over these past few weeks and when they found out I’m an avid runner they insisted I hit the trails.
Springdale’s northside is full of old logging roads that the town maintains as recreational trails. I sigh, putting my car in park. It’s a runner’s paradise. Huge evergreens grow up to the baby blue sky, towering over the trail giving it shade. Lush grass and thick moss line a riverbank at the trail’s entrance. Huge wildflowers dance in the wind. I slowly feel the fist squeezing my heart ease up a bit as I climb out of my car and become a part of nature.
The water looks so clear, so peaceful that I give in to temptation and slip my sandals off and dip my feet in. Taking my phone out of my pocket, my hands fiddle with it but I know what I need to do. It’s time I called my mother and beg for forgiveness but also seek her wisdom. I swipe, unlocking my phone noticing a new text message. Figuring it’s from Luce, I tap it open gasping at this words.
Jeff: I fucked up. Miss you. Come back home babe.
“Arghhh!” I shout, frustrated to hell. My voice echoes through the trees traveling back to me. Just when I finally meet someone else that makes my pulse race, the man I thought was it for me tries to pull me back.
How did he freakin’ know?
It’s like a curse how exes always seem to know when you’re ready to let go of the last remnants of old love.
I sink back on the riverbank, letting the rays of the sun hit my upturned face. Sighing, I hug my knees and make the call.
“Dev? Sweetie?”
“Mom,” I gulp feeling my throat thicken, “I’m sorry. Sorry, I haven’t called sooner—sorry for hurting you so much when you didn’t deserve it.”
“Hush. I’m sorry too,” she whispers. “I should’ve let you know I knew everything about Dee, years ago. I waited too long to give you her letter. It was selfish and wrong of me. You deserved to know she loved you too.”
“Yeah, but she loved the drugs more.”
“Addiction is a terrible thing, Dev. When you get in so deep, it takes too much strength to fight it. Forgive her,” she answers softly.
“I have. She gave me up and I got you as a mom.”
“Does this mean you’re ready to come home?”
My toes dig into the grass. “No. The weird thing is… I kind of love it here. I’ve made some incredible friends. I’ve met someone.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He’s nothing like Jeff. He’s older, more self-assured. He’s settled in his ways though…”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. A man who knows what he wants can be such a relief. There’s no bullshit. No headaches when they tell you they need space to ‘find themselves.’ ”
I laugh, “Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Care to elaborate?”
“No. Dad and I are fine. But I flipped my shit when he came home with that toy car of his without even asking me.”
I laugh remembering when Dad turned forty-five and wigged out. He started dying his hair and tanning. Mom thought he was having an affair with her best friend Betty.
He wasn’t.
He was just having his mid-life crisis. And he topped it off by buying an Audi convertible two-seater.
“So, tell me about the guy?”
I sigh, “It’s complicated. Dee… she’s not well-liked in Springdale.”
“What? She died years ago. People need to let bygones be bygones.”
“I agree. But she… she came between two men who loved one another like brothers. It tore families apart. Brought down a motorcycle club and Mom, did you know I have a half-brother?”
“No. No I didn’t. God, Dev, I’m so happy for you—” She breaks off and I hear the tears in her voice. She’s crying for me.
“I’m scared. What if he hates me? What if he wants nothing to do with me because of who my mother is?”
“Nonsense. I’m your goddamned mother and you are beautiful, inside and out Dev. He’s gonna be lucky and grateful to know you’re his sister.”
I bite my lip feeling the phone slip in my sweaty hands. “I hope so. God, I hope so, Mom.”
“Take care of yourself, honey. I’m always here. I-I miss you so much. But I understand that you needed this. Can I come visit soon?”
“I’d love that. Luce is here now. School starts in ten days. I’m setting up my classroom. Roger, that’s the guy I like, he invited me to an end of summer celebration at a lake house this weekend.”
“You sound so happy. That’s all I could want for you.”
“I just hope it lasts. How am I going to tell them?”
“You’ll know in your heart when the moment is right. I have faith in you sweetie and if anyone thinks they are going to give you shit for something that was out of your control—I’ll fly across the country to kick some biker ass.”
I snort, wiping tears that I didn’t even realize I was shedding at the picture of my petite mother going toe-to-toe with Rog and Federico.
“I love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, sweetie. Maybe I’ll come in a few weeks.”
“I’d love that.”
“Oh… I almost forgot. Jeff’s been coming around.”
“What?”
“Yeah. He invited your father to golf with him in a charity tournament.”
“No?!”
“Don’t worry. Your father told him to get the hell out.”
“Seriously?”
“No. In my mind he did. But he declined the invite. Jeff had his chance and blew it.”
“He just texted me. Said he was sorry—”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare, Dev. Be strong. He cut and ran when he should’ve committed.”
“I know.”
“Don’t respond. Ignore him and he’ll go away.”
“Okay. We’ll talk soon.”
“We better. Love you, bye.”
“Bye.”
I pick the blades of grass out that cling to my toes. Standing up, I stretch and slip my sandals back on. I might not run here today, but I want to at least investigate the trails.
It’s quiet. There’s nothing but chirping birds, the sound of wind in the trees and the water running over rocks in the creek.
It’s a paradise.
My heart feels clear. Talking to Mom really helped and I feel foolish for not calling sooner. I walk for a bit, each step taking me deeper into the woods. My phone pings with a text. What the hell?
Jeff: We were so good together baby. Come back, I’m ready to give you the world.
My hand grips the phone so hard, I’m shocked it doesn’t crack.
Me: You had your chance. I’m done waiting for your empty promises. Move on. I have.
The sound of my ringing phone is so loud in the woods, I almost drop it. My exes name flashes across the screen. I hit ignore, sending him to voicemail. Head bent down, it looks like I’m stretching when I’m trying really hard not to cry, I’m so angry.
Someone’s coming.
Heavy feet pound on the ground so hard, it vibrates.
Twigs snap.
My heart races, remembering the last time I was caught by the woods alone.
I straighten, preparing to face whatever’s coming.
A man’s running around the bend in the trail, racing towards me. He’s wearing a hoodie with the sleeves cut. Every muscle in his arms pops as he pumps them. I can’t see his face, but his eyes are so blue they glow from under the shadow of his hood. My eyes take in his form, traveling down to the muscle in his thick legs. They’re huge, tan and covered in tats.
Holy fuck.
My knees shake.
My body trembles.
I freeze. Like prey and he’s the predator, barreling down on me. I’m in his sights and I don’t care if he catches me. I want to be caught.
He reaches me, arms snaking out, grabbing me by the waist. He pushes me up against a tree, hard thighs pressing into mine.
He growls, breathing hard against my neck, “Fair game. Out in the woods alone… a sweet thing like you is fair game.”
He kisses my collarbone and I breathe him in.
His skin is slick with a light coat of sweat. He smells like pine, the woods and… Rog.
My legs wrap around his waist. The rough bark digs into my back. I grunt feeling his heavy cock between my thighs. His nose dips and rubs between my cleavage. He lowers my legs to the ground, lifts my shirt, quick hands unclasping my bra. I mewl like a kitten feeling his hot mouth suckle a nipple before rolling it between his tongue.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs, moving his mouth to my other breast. I groan looking down at him loving me with his mouth. The sweet tingle between my thighs turns to a pounding ache. I groan pushing my hips forward needing relief.
His hand unzips my jean shorts, fingers brushing inside, pulling my panties to the side to slide through my slick folds.
“Dev,” he groans finding my clit with his index finger.
I cry out, as he circles it, plays with it while his lips nibble on my nipple before he takes it in his mouth suckling hard.
“Come for me baby. I want to feel it,” he says hoarsely shoving his thick fingers in.
My head falls back against the tree with a thump, he has me. All of me in his hands and I’m coming apart at the seams for this man. He’s not only commanding my body, he’s ruling my wounded heart. Re-building it and tearing it apart at the same time.
“Rog,” I groan, pulling at him, needing his kiss.
He lets my nipple go only to claim my mouth. Our kiss is as wild and rough as the Pacific Northwest woods, his fingers slip through my wetness finding my clit and stroking inside. His kiss sucks my soul from my body to fuse with his as I feel the waves of my release crash over me into his waiting hands.
He grunts, pressing harder into me, determined to coax every last bit of pleasure from my body.
I shake in his embrace, gasping into the air around us, his hands holding me firmly as I lose my mind to the pleasure he gave me.
When it’s over he rests his forehead against mine. His heart beating harder now than it was from his workout.
I did this to him—made his heart race.
A few joggers come around the same bend he did, and I jerk in embarrassment at how close I came to coming in front of complete strangers. Thank god, they are wearing earbuds, because my breathy moans and shouts echoed for a mile I’m sure.
My skin’s flushed, pieces of bark cling to my hair. He did this to me—made me forget the world. For one moment, I forgot all the lies and secrets I’m keeping—ready to burst and ruin what we’re building at any second.
The joggers pass by and my hands reach out clinging to the front of him as I jerk him close for one more reckless kiss. I need to get them now, while he burns for me because it won’t be much longer until he learns the truth.
The air’s thick between us.
So much is understood but left unsaid. I hang my head afraid of what he’ll see in my eyes. Rog is astute—he’ll know I’m hiding something.
His fingers thread through mine, he gives me a firm tug and we walk down the trail back to the parking area. He stares down anyone who even thinks about glancing towards me. I feel so… protected, as if this giant man holding my hand in his, would slay anyone who dared to hurt me in anyway.
We reach my car, my head tips back, his fingers trail down my cheek before he cups my chin and plants the sweetest kiss full of promise on my lips.
“See you at the lake, sugar.”
He opens my door, eyes hungrily devouring every inch of my tan legs up to where my shorts hug the top of my thighs.
I see it all over his face, he wants to make me his, most likely at the lake this weekend. I won’t be able to hold him off without exposing myself.
I gulp, needing him, wanting him so much. But he’ll hate me if we come together only for my lies to rip us apart.
I nod my head as he shuts the door. Driving back to the apartment my thoughts are all over the place, but it’s funny how life unravels; meeting Rog was so unscripted. Thank God Jeff dumped me. Rog’s touch makes me burn more than Jeff’s ever did. I can’t believe there was a time when I thought that man was it for me. In a fucked-up way, finding the road Dee walked brought me Rog. And I want to keep on going, excited but scared as hell to see where it will lead.
I drive home on auto-pilot, my thoughts and emotions wrecked. I’m a pendulum swinging in a different direction at every new revelation that unfolds.
It’s quiet as I pull down the lane to the apartment house. The outside light shines in the twilight. Crickets and grasshoppers sing, the brightest stars can be seen as the sun sinks so low—all that’s left is the dull pink of its wake in the sky.
My tired feet climb the stairs, finally I fumble the key in the lock and open the door. Luce already has a bottle of wine uncorked and a full glass waiting.
She arches an eyebrow, “Damn, please tell me some insanely hot mountain man ravaged you in the woods and now you can’t walk straight.” She gets up walking closer smirking, “You have sticks in your hair and a hickey on your neck.”
“H-he didn’t.”
“He did. Damn, was it the Silver Fox? ‘Cause he just marked you as his woman judging by that love bite. Oh, god, please tell me it was him,” she sighs, walking back to the couch fanning herself with one hand while picking up her wine glass with the other.
I groan slumping down beside her and practically guzzling mine. “It was him. It’s a glorious hot mess, Luce.”
“I’ll bet. Did you really do it in the woods? I knew you had it in you, you dirty slut!” She practically shrieks.
“NO! God, no Luce. I drove out to the old logging roads to clear my head. It’s a trail area now, where people workout. He was running and we kinda collided.”
“Yeah, collisions don’t leave love bites and the smell of sex behind.”
I whiff my shirt. “I don’t smell like sex!”
She rolls her eyes. “Was he huge? Did you feel him? Did you come?”
“Calm down, Luce. What the heck?”
“It’s been a long time for me. So long, I feel like a virgin.”
“Well, it’s been a long time for me too. That’s probably why I came screaming like a banshee when he had me pinned up against the tree.”
“Jesus. I’m so glad the shop next to the tattoo parlor sold vibrators.”
“W-what?” I stutter.
“Don’t worry. I got one for you too. And hopefully after this weekend, you won’t need it because you’ll have that Silver Fox’s big dick in you every night.”
“I’m not so sure about that. Toad told me what happened with the club. My birth mother brought it down. Her name is cursed by them.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Dev. Men are dumb shits—always losing their head over what we got between our legs.”
“Yeah? Well Jeff fell out of love with mine. But he did text me all afternoon.”
“Shut up?”
“Yep. He wants me back.”
“Did you tell him to go to hell?”
“No. I-I didn’t dignify him.”
“That probably pissed him right off,” she snorts, digging her hands into a bag of chips she left next to the remote, “he’s got an ego the size of the city of Chicago itself.”
“Tell me how you really feel?” I mutter grabbing a handful of chips myself.
“He’s a prick. He probably would’ve cheated on you if you did marry him and it would’ve been a trainwreck.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Cheer up, Dev. You’ve caught the big bad wolf.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. It all started years ago with these two men, Colin Flynn and John Masters. Oh, before I forget—I have a brother.”
She chokes motioning me to continue.
So, I do. I tell her every sordid detail while we pass the bottle of wine back and forth. Twenty minutes into the story, we stop using glasses and chug straight from the bottle.
“You need to tell him Dev. Now before it’s too late. If he’s catching feelings for you and you sleep with him—then he finds out. Damn, I’d hate to see that man angry. He’ll cut you out for sure. Not because of who you are but because you didn’t trust him with the truth.”
I shiver, “I know. I like him so much,” my hands crumble the empty bag twisting it in a ball, “I’m so afraid that once I tell him… the way he looks at me is going to change and I won’t be able to do anything about it.”
“I know sweetie,” she hugs me and strokes my hair, “but you owe him the truth. What he decides is up to him. But I know you’re a woman worth knowing, Dev. Fuck him if he holds your DNA against you.”
“I hope he thinks so, too.”
We decide to order delivery and snuggle under a blanket watching Sons of Anarchy all night until we can’t keep our eyes open, despite how hot Jax is and we turn it off.
The last thought I have as my head hits my pillow is of the way his eyes glowed like a predator as he rounded that curve in the woods and came for me.
I shiver under the covers, close my eyes and slip my hand between my thighs. It doesn’t feel as good as he did. Groaning, I open my eyes confused for a second at the hot pink dildo sitting on my dresser. Shoving the covers away, I bound out of bed and grab it. It hums loudly, I press another button and the head of it vibrates like a jack hammer.
Biting my lip, I fall back into bed, pinch my nipples and moan as I slip it in. “Rog,” I gasp, throwing my head from side to side, pretending it’s him hitting my G-spot, not a pink plastic dick. My phone pings with a text disrupting me.
Rog: Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you sugar.
I was so close to coming, I decide to text him back when I’m done. My hand slaps the phone away as I pick up where I left off.
My hand pumps it in and out, I rise, sitting on it reverse cowgirl, so it goes deeper. It hits my G-spot with the speed of a jackrabbit. The old bed that came with the rental squeaks loudly in rhythm to my hips fucking the toy. I moan, arching my back coming and gasping his name, “Rog.”
“Yes, sugar,” he chuckles in the dark.
My eyes pop open, I’m still having aftershocks as my eyes fall to my cell where it says I’ve got an open call going on for over a minute.
Yelping, I hit end call and fall back on the bed mortified.
He texts:
Rog: I’m so fuckin’ hard right now. It’s all your fault. Pick up your phone and make it right.
Me: I have no clue what you are taking about.
My phone rings. I answer but don’t speak.
“Hearing you say my name when you came right now was the sweetest thing I ever heard. Don’t you dare deny what you were doing, Dev. And don’t do it again. The next time you come, it’s gonna be with my dick inside you. I want to hear you say it Dev. I want to hear you scream my name in my ear as my dick drives into you so deep—you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”
I gasp, unable to stop the sound from tearing out of my mouth.
He chuckles, “That’s right, sugar. You’re gonna come for daddy. Real soon.”
My breath comes out in gasps. I still haven’t uttered one word.
“I can see you Dev, sittin’ in the dark, biting that lip, thighs still slick where you imagined it was me touching you. It’s all right love, I’m stroking my thick cock right now, wishing it was you. I’m gonna come hard tonight knowing the next time that I do it will be between your thighs.”
My thighs clench, and I stay on the line as hearing him stroke himself, groaning my name. Despite his warning not to, my hand slips back down to my swollen clit and I make myself come again just as he does.
“Good night sugar. Your quick little breaths on the line told me everything I needed. I’m gonna punish you for taking two orgasms away from me tonight. Don’t disobey me again,” he disconnects.
Holy shit. Is Rog a DOM? Jeff was good in bed, but he never wanted to deviate. I can’t fuck this up. A tear streaks down my face. Why? Why did I have to be her daughter? I just know there would be no obstacle to him loving me and keeping me forever if I was just born to someone else, anyone else.
I cry softly under my covers, drained from the three orgasms I had today and from too many truths that were uncovered. I fall into a fitful sleep, dreaming of seeing his eyes burn as they bore into mine right before his powerful hips surge forward and he claims me as his woman.