by Hart, Lane
“Yes, you do. And I don’t think of it as a kindness. Getting you two away from Lowell feels like a necessity. He’s into some really bad shit.”
“I know that,” I say as I let him go and pull my arms away from him. He has no clue how familiar I am with Lowell’s bad shit. Those days are over now, though. I don’t need his pills to numb myself from the depression and hopelessness or to feel just a tiny sliver of happiness. Just being near Cedric has me feeling all of those good things.
Besides, there’s a small stash of pills still tucked away in my purse. It will be enough for me to start taking fewer and fewer until the last one is gone, and I no longer need them.
I do trust Cedric. I always have, even when we were kids.
But things are different now.
Cedric is different. He’s grown up and toughened up. And I want to be with him so badly it hurts.
* * *
Cedric
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with your mom tonight?” I ask Evelyn after we pull up at the Savage Asylum in the club’s van right before sunrise. It’s been a long damn night, but we were able to get the entire move pulled off without a hitch.
“Mama’s happy and comfortable in her new place,” Ev says, referring to the apartment less than a block away, within walking distance. “And I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you yet.”
“Good,” I reply with a grin as I take her hand and lead her inside, flipping on the lights and coming to a halt beside the bar in the quiet room. “So, um, this is the Savage Asylum.”
“And you live here?” she asks as she glances around.
“Yeah, I’ve lived in one of the apartments in the basement ever since I became a prospect. I was tired of living with my parents, and I didn’t want them to get dragged into any of the MC’s drama.”
“I can understand that. I always worried that Lowell would piss off the wrong person and it would blow back on me or Mama.”
“There won’t be any blowback here,” I promise her. “You don’t have to worry about that asshole again.”
“You have no idea how good that feels,” she says, letting my hand go to glance down at her left hand. It’s the first time I’ve noticed the black ink on her ring finger.
“He did this to you?” I ask, grabbing her hand to bring it to my face so I can look at it closer. There’s a thick black circle with a spade symbol above it meant to serve as a wedding band, one that she won’t ever be able to take off.
“Yeah, the day we got married,” she says. “I hate it.”
“We could get it removed if you want,” I assure her.
“I would love to be rid of it,” Ev tells me. “But right now, I really just want to crash.”
“Come on. I’ll show you my room,” I tell her, leading the way over to the locked door to enter in the security code. We go down the stairs; and once I unlock my door, I push it open for her to go inside. “It’s not much.”
“There’s a bed. That’s all that matters right now,” she says when she goes over and crawls up on top of the sheets, then lies down on her side with her head on one of the pillows.
I take my boots off and then hang my cut up in the closet before removing my jeans and tee. Then, I turn off the light and slide under the covers in my boxer briefs. I keep my hands to myself even though I’m dying to touch Evelyn again. Today was big for her and I want to make sure to give her plenty of space and time.
After a few minutes, Ev shifts in the bed. I feel a breeze when she lifts the covers and climbs under them with me. She shuffles closer until she’s pressed against the front of my body.
“Thank you,” she whispers before I feel the brush of her damp lips on my throat. “I thought you would’ve forgotten about me within a few weeks after that night…”
“I could never forget you,” I tell her. “And I wanted to reach out to you sooner, but I had to stick to the long-term plan.”
“I know,” she says.
“I’m sorry it took so long.”
“Long?” Ev repeats. “It wasn’t that long. Eight years is a lot longer than two.”
I take it that she means the years we were best friends, before she left and married Lowell.
“Will you miss anything about him?” I can’t help but ask.
She’s silent for several seconds longer than I expected before she says, “No.”
And because we were friends for eight years, I know she’s lying. I don’t press her for specifics because I doubt that I will like her response. She’s here with me now, and that is all that matters.
“I would take my clothes off and let you fuck me, but I’m too tired to do the first thing,” she says.
“That’s okay. I’m exhausted too,” I tell her with a chuckle as I wrap my arm around her to hold her closer. Part of me is thrilled that she used the word fuck over make love, like the night we were first together. I hope that means that she sees me differently than the innocent boy I was. I’ve changed, and I know she has too. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I’m looking forward to spending years with Ev and getting to relearn everything about her.
Chapter Twelve
Evelyn
The next morning, it takes me a few minutes to remember where I am and the incredibly scary thing that I did the day before.
I left Lowell.
Do I miss him? Hell no. The only thing I’ll miss about that asshole is the unlimited supply of poison. The pills numbed me from having to think about all the crap in my life, like my dying mother or my best friend I missed like crazy.
The high became my new best friend, and it’s not one that is ready to let its hold on me go just yet. We still have a few more dates on the books.
Like money burning a hole in your pocket, the ecstasy in my purse is calling out to me, begging to be taken so I can stop worrying about Lowell finding me or my mother and hurting her, or that my mother will get sick and die before she gets a kidney transplant. At least I no longer have to miss Cedric…
In fact, I bet we’ll have even more fun together with some X.
The thought of sharing some with him flitters through my mind, but I’m too greedy to give up even just one pill from my limited supply.
While Cedric is still asleep, his arm locked around me as we lie facing each other, I ease out from underneath his arm to use the restroom and shower, piling my wet hair up with a tie. On the way back to bed, I grab a pick me up from my purse before climbing back onto the mattress with him, this time naked.
Since I left the bathroom light on to find my way around, I can see that the covers have been tugged down to Cedric’s waist, revealing a lot of golden flesh and cuts of hard muscles. His arms, one of which is slung over his eyes and the other thrown above his head on the pillow, are at least three times as big as they were when we were in high school. I can’t resist trailing my fingertips over the sculpted ridges of his abs and along the seductive V indention that lead underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. He looks good enough to lick from head to toe which is why I lean over and swipe my tongue along the closest pelvic indention, tasting his salty skin.
Cedric doesn’t flinch or make a sound, but when I glance up at his face, his hooded eyes are open and watching me.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Morning,” he responds gruffly.
When the covers near my face twitch, I know there’s another part of him that’s waking up.
I move over, straddling his legs so that my tongue can stroke along the cotton crotch of his briefs before kissing his covered shaft.
“I still owe you head from that day at the doctor’s office,” I tell him when I open the dick hole to ease the tip of his stiff cock free.
“You don’t owe me anything,” he tells me as he reaches down to brush a loose strand of my damp hair behind my ear.
“Okay, so I just really want to give you head,” I tell him, running my tongue around his crown a few times until Cedric grabs a handful of my hair and tugs, pulli
ng my mouth away from him.
“Lowell liked to send me videos of you and him together,” he blurts out.
“He did?” I ask in surprise. Of course, I knew he recorded us. I just thought he kept them for his own personal use, or to share with his buddies, not to taunt Cedric.
“Watching him fuck you devastated me, but seeing you on your knees for him destroyed me,” he admits. “I could tell myself you didn’t really want it when he was on top of you or fucking you from behind, but there was nothing I could tell myself to feel better when you were enthusiastically sucking his dick.”
“He shouldn’t have sent those videos to you,” I reply softly when I sit back on my knees. “But I was just doing what I needed to…”
“Yeah,” he says, even though he doesn’t sound convinced.
“Do you know what he liked to do? He would bring random women to our bed and then make me watch them suck him off because he said I needed to improve my technique.”
“Jesus,” Cedric mutters. “I wonder how that son of a bitch would feel about seeing you with someone else?”
“Oh, he would be furious,” I say with a giggle as I crawl up Cedric’s amazing body until my cunt is lined up perfectly with his hard shaft. Pressing a kiss to his lips, I say, “How about we give him a taste of his own medicine?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, lifting his head to kiss me several more times in a row.
“Let’s record us together and send it to him,” I whisper against his lips.
“Are you sure?” Cedric asks, not turning down the idea but making sure it’s what I want.
“Oh yeah,” I agree, kissing his cheek before I climb off of him to go get my phone from my purse. I hit the record button and then prop the device up on the dresser at the foot of Cedric’s bed so that it will capture everything we do.
* * *
Cedric
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” I shout when Evelyn takes almost my entire cock down her throat. My fingers gripping her silky hair haven’t decided if they want to urge her to take an inch or two more or if they’re trying to pull her mouth off of me before I come too soon.
If I thought Ev was enthusiastically sucking Lowell’s dick in the video clips he sent me, boy, was I wrong. She’s sucking me off like a goddamn champ, refusing to give up even when she gags. Between her talented mouth and the fact that we’re making a video, I’m about five seconds from exploding.
It’s hot as hell knowing everything we do will be captured by her phone. I’ve only had sex once, the night I lost my virginity to Evelyn, so I sure as shit haven’t ever recorded myself with a woman.
But no matter how much I’m enjoying her mouth, I can’t wait to get my face between her legs to eat her pussy, knowing that soon, her husband will be watching me do it, hearing her scream my name while she’s with me and not him.
Ev is right. Not only will Lowell be furious, he’ll probably be so enraged that he’ll track her phone right to my front door. This time, I’ll be ready for him.
Before I shoot my load and make this video short as hell, I tug her hair to make her stop, and then drag her up my body to kiss her swollen, wet lips. Ev tries to sink her wet pussy down on my shaft, but I’ve got other plans for that pussy first.
Flipping our positions so that Evelyn is on her back with me on top of her, I slip my hand down between our bodies to run a fingertip along her folds. “Does he ever lick your pussy?”
Breathless, she shakes her head before saying, “No. But sometimes he comes home smelling like pussy.”
“I’m gonna bury my head between your legs and fuck you with my tongue until my entire face is soaking wet with your juices,” I promise her while easing my finger inside of her just to feel her slick walls clench around it.
“Please,” Ev begs me, pushing on my shoulders to try and urge me to go down on her.
“Save your begging for when you want me to stop. Because I won’t, not until I lick up every drop I can get from you,” I say as I slide down her body, licking, kissing and sucking along the way, especially on her big, soft tits.
Ev squirms underneath me, panting and moaning until I finally cave and give her what she needs – my tongue on her clit.
“Oh! Oh shit!” Ev cries out, thrashing against my flicking tongue, grinding her pussy toward my face. “Yesyesyes,” she chants when I alternate between sucking on her clit and shoving the tip of my tongue into her cunt. When I finally add a finger and curl it inside of her to hit her G-spot, she erupts, coming on my face with a gush, screaming loud enough to echo down the hallway.
Unable to wait a second longer, I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand while moving up between her legs and slamming my cock into her tight, drenched pussy that’s still clenching in rhythmic pulses.
And I finally do what I’ve been waiting to do for years.
I fuck her. I don’t make love to her or go easy. I grab on to the headboard and then take her hard and fast, working out years of longing for her in the span of minutes.
“Cedric! Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” Evelyn cries as her fingernails dig into my ass, urging me on.
My hips pound into her so hard the entire bed creaks and shakes before I have to pull out, taking my cock in my hand as I finish on her stomach and tits.
With my release, it feels like I just exorcised a demon that’s possessed me. I swear I lose half my lifespan in those seconds that my body shudders violently with pleasure.
I want to collapse on top of Evelyn to recover, but I don’t.
It takes every ounce of strength I have to roll off of her and the bed to go get her phone. When I pick it up, I look right at the camera and say, “You know where to find me, asshole,” before turning the phone around to stop the video.
I take it back to bed where I stretch out. Evelyn immediately curls up to me, resting her head on my chest and running her palms up and down my arm.
“God, Cedric,” she says with a sigh. “That felt so good. I don’t think I could ever get enough.”
“Me either,” I agree.
After a few moments, Evelyn takes her phone from my hand. Holding it up in front of us, she pulls up the video and plays it from the beginning.
The whole thing is so damn hot, I’m instantly hard again.
And just like I hoped, while I’m eating her out and fucking her, the big Savage Kings tat inked on the center of my back is crystal clear.
It’s only a matter of time before Lowell shows up here. He did help Ev’s mother, which is the only reason I’ve agreed not to kill him. But I will make him regret what he’s put Evelyn through and pay back every indignity in spades.
Chapter Thirteen
Evelyn
I’m not sure how long Cedric and I sleep; but when I do wake up, I’m groggy and a little dizzy, a bit hungover from the pills I took hours ago. Vaguely, I remember Cedric’s hands and mouth on me, unable to get enough because it felt so damn good. I let myself drown in those sensations, greedy for him until I passed out.
Even though I can’t see Cedric’s face since he’s naked and pressed against my bare backside, I know he’s awake. His fingertips are gently roaming over my skin, along my hips and waist, up and down my arm, not because he’s trying to wake me up or get laid again but because he just enjoys touching me.
“Morning,” I say again, although it could be nighttime.
“Morning,” he replies gruffly.
“I should probably get up and go check on Mama to see how she’s doing getting settled in,” I tell him, even though I’m not yet ready to leave his bed, his warmth and his caresses.
“Of course,” he agrees, rubbing his scruffy chin back and forth over my shoulder. “But it’s eleven o’clock at night.”
“Seriously?” I ask, glancing at his face over my shoulder.
“Yep.”
Wow, we’ve been in bed all day and night? Time didn’t fly; it’s like it completely jumped over a few hours.
“Then she’s probably already asleep. I’ll go
see her first thing tomorrow,” I say.
“I texted her at eight to check on her, and she said she was doing well,” Cedric tells me. I should’ve known he would look out for her, even when I’m unconscious.
“Sorry I slept for so long,” I tell him. Not that it’s unusual for me to sleep for fourteen or more hours at a time. Usually I don’t mind since it made days with Lowell go by faster. But I don’t want to sleep through days with Cedric. I would rather stay awake all day and night to catch up with everything he’s been doing. Not to mention that we’re so good in bed together. It makes me think of all the years we were just friends when we could’ve been more.
“Cedric?” I ask.
“Yeah?” he asks, fingers stilling on my stomach.
“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt before that night?”
He’s silent for several seconds, but his lips place a row of soft kisses on my shoulder. Finally, he says, “You were my best friend, my favorite person in the world. I didn’t want to risk losing you.”
“I know,” I agree. “And now, I’m sort of glad you didn’t. It would’ve made it impossible for me to leave you, and then Mama…”
“She would’ve died without the money for medical bills,” he finished. “I know. Doesn’t mean I like it.”
“Exactly.”
“How bad was it with him, Ev?” he asks.
“He didn’t beat me, and he didn’t get me pregnant. I guess that’s the only positive things I can say about him.”
“That’s not much,” he huffs. “But I’m really fucking glad he didn’t knock you up.”
“I always made him use condoms. That was my one rule for sleeping with him. Who knows where the hell he’s been or what STDs he’s picked up.”
“You didn’t make me use a condom. Either times, then or now,” he points out.
