As he
waited for his breathing to calm, I took a moment to marvel in the bulk of the
man lying on top of me. My fingers slid across golden skin colored with a
collage of intricate pictures, symbols and words. My palm curved around strong
deltoid muscles that were well-rounded and powerful. He was big. Strong.
Lethal. And probably not interested in
being the father of my baby.
The thought
made me shift uneasily beneath him. I had to get out of there. I needed to be
alone to collect my thoughts and find my senses. I wiggled and Caleb rolled off
me. I thought he would let me go but he didn’t. Instead he turned my face
towards him and kissed me hard on the mouth.
But I was
leaving. I sat up and began looking for my panties on the floor. Finding them
wedged under the corner of the bed, I slipped them on and began hunting for my
skirt.
“Where are
you going?” He asked.
“I have to
go.”
“Why are
you always running away from me?” He said, an amused sparkle in his eyes. “Will
I see you again?”
I paused
and looked at him over my shoulder. “Do you want to?”
He grinned
and I was momentarily taken back by how beautiful it was.
How
beautiful he was.
“Hell
darlin’, I don’t want you to leave.”
I resumed
looking for my skirt. “I have to leave. I have things to do.”
I found my
skirt in a tangle with my shirt at the foot of the bed.
“At least
let me give you a ride home.” He sat up.
“Its fine. I
can call a cab.” I stood up and slipped my shirt on.
“I’m not
letting you take a cab.”
“Really its
fine.”
He climbed
off the bed, unfazed by his nakedness, and began looking for his boxer shorts.
I paused to drink in the fine display of his muscular body and his still
swollen manhood swinging between his powerful thighs. It was obvious he took
very good care of his body.
He slipped
on his jeans and by the time I had buttoned my blouse and found my phone and
shoes, he was fully dressed and securing his wallet chain to his jeans.
“Ready?” He
asked.
There was
no point arguing.
As he
opened the bedroom door, I mentally braced myself. I wasn’t looking forward to
the walk of shame through the clubhouse. But the hallway was quiet and the
clubhouse was still. Sometime in the night the music had stopped and the party
had wound down.
As soon as
I entered the bar, the stench of last nights partying hit me like a bat to the
face and I had to hold my breath. The
bar was littered with snoring bikers and the odd club girl asleep where they
had passed out. Bottles lay scattered and spilled everywhere. Stale booze and
body odor were ripe in the air. Caleb took my hand and led me through the mess,
stepping over discarded bottles and sleeping bodies. Musty smoke glittered in
the dusty rays of sunlight bursting into the room from a window above the
jukebox.
Across the
room, an older biker was quietly having sex with a large, partially dressed
woman up against the pool table. His jeans were down around his ankles and his
eyes were closed as he lazily rocked into her. The slap, slap of her large
wobbly boobs against the pool table broke the stillness of the morning.
Further
away, a naked woman lay slumped at the base of a stripper pole with everything
open and on display. She hugged a half-spilled bourbon bottle and snored
loudly. As we passed by her, Caleb shook his head and grabbed a discarded shirt
from a nearby chair to cover her.
“Is she
alright?” I whispered.
“Yeah,
that’s Candy. It’s not the first time she’s passed out there and it won’t be
the last.”
I glanced around me. This place. These
people. This was Caleb’s world. And it reeked of bad choices. Nausea roiled in
the pit of my stomach and I barely made it outside in time before losing the
contents of my stomach.
“Jesus, are
you okay?” Caleb asked, coming up behind me.
I gestured
for him to give me a moment as another wave of nausea washed over me and I
vomited again.
“You drink
too much?” he asked when I finally straightened and walked over to him. “I
don’t remember you being drunk.”
I shook my
head. “I didn’t drink a thing.”
He handed
me a helmet. “Are you okay to ride? Or do you need a minute?”
“I’ll be
okay.”
He led me
over to a row of motorcycles parked alongside the clubhouse. His was a big
black beast with lots of chrome gleaming in the early morning light.
Before he
climbed on, he touched my hand. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
I smiled
brightly but it was fake because I felt weird. Out of place. I didn’t belong
there.
“Yes. I’m
fine.” I said, very aware that I needed to get out of there. I did up my helmet
and climbed onto the back of his bike. “Lets ride.”
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She knew no chaos…until I claimed her.
She was a florist.
He was a serial killer.
She created beauty.
He created chaos.
She belonged to nature.
He belonged to the underworld.
She was an angel.
He was the devil.
She wanted to escape.
He trapped her instead.
They played a dangerous game with their lives at stake.
Where the winner took it all and the loser burned in hell.
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V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.
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