THARNISHED HEARTS

by Allen, J. C

  He smirked at that, a wicked grin that made me shiver just looking at it. I watched as he moved down to my pussy. I opened my legs wide for him. He kept one hand on my breast as he dived in, beginning to lap and suck at my clit. He used his free hand to slide two fingers inside me. I shivered, loving the feel of him inside me.

  When Derek went for it, he spared no expense and held nothing back. It was why I came so quickly—foreplay escalated into the real play almost instantly. And since I hardly needed any foreplay from him to get going, it always worked out perfectly.

  “Mm! You taste so fucking good!” he said, growling in pleasure.

  He was on point. Maybe it was the emotions of everything and the feeling of finality, but my God, this felt twice as good as our normal sessions. And he hadn’t even gone inside of me yet!

  “Oh! Wow! You are… such a beast today! Fuck, Derek!”

  I grinned and arched back as Derek continued to feast on my pussy. I gasped, feeling myself getting close and knew I was about to come. I wasn’t surprised at this point at how quick Derek could make me come, but it was still super intense. It was still the kind of thing that overwhelmed me to the point that I felt blind, deaf, and dumb when I came—but also intensely pleasured.

  “Oh! I’m gonna cum!” I said as I gasped in pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  “Do it! Come on my mouth,” he said, only pausing briefly to do so. “Come, baby!”

  I cried out as my first orgasm slammed over me like a huge wave, and I undulated under his mouth. I could feel myself losing control, feeling myself grow wild with lust. I kicked and screamed, my feet literally shaking over his shoulders.

  When I came down, I was gasping for breath once more. How… how did he do it so consistently and so well? I mean… I knew sex would be good every once in a while, but this good?

  This was just ridiculous, and I meant it in the best way possible.

  Admittedly, I wondered if things had changed because of the pregnancy. I certainly felt closer to him for this.

  But I had no time for those thoughts as Derek stood up over me, his cock hanging above me, ready to receive his pleasure.

  “I need to be inside you!” he moaned, sounding like a tiger standing over his tigress in triumph.

  But this kitty’s got some tricks up her sleeve.

  “Not before I taste you!” I said.

  I grinned at the mixture of desire for him to be inside me and lust from being in my mouth. I pushed him back on the bed, moving on top of him. After swapping our positions, I kissed down his chest, sucking at his nipples as I did. As I continued to move lower, I watched as he breathed heavily at the sight.

  “Nervous?” I said, taunting him.

  “Aroused beyond fucking belief,” he said breathlessly.

  “Oh, you have no idea,” I said, my eyes widening.

  You have no idea.

  And we’re gonna keep it that way.

  Moments later, my mouth was wrapped around his cock. He shivered as I began to suck his shaft deep and hard. Suffice to say, while I couldn’t literally get as much out of it as he did, the remaining throbbing between my own legs and the pleasure Derek demonstrated more than did enough for me.

  “So… good!” he said, groaning and moved his hands to my head to guide me further down.

  I eagerly took more, running my tongue all over him as I continued to suck him deep. Before long, I could tell he was getting close. If I wanted to, I could have made him come probably within the next couple of dozen seconds.

  But I didn’t want him to finish in my mouth, didn’t want this to end early. I had too many emotions running through me, and while I wasn’t going to cry like a few nights ago, I wasn’t about to let the moment go by without acting on them either. I moved off of him and watched him shiver at the suddenness of my movement. I knew he needed to be inside me—and I meant need in the most literal sense.

  There was no want between us. If we didn’t be together, it would be like splitting two souls apart. A simple impossibility that could not be denied.

  “Ready?” I said, panting heavily.

  “Yes! So fucking ready!” he said, arching up and thrusting his hips up.

  We were both lost. Crazy in desire, I slid over him, pushing him home. I moaned at just how right it felt inside me, filling me perfectly. I moaned, arching back and riding him hard and quick. He groaned, moving his hands to my hips as he began to thrust forward as well.

  Fuck! It felt so good! I can’t… I can’t… oh my God!

  I cried out as he pushed his cock deeper inside me. I continued to ride him, loving the feeling of both power and control I got from being on top. I loved the control that Derek had most of the time—but if our sessions from the shop had proved anything, it was that I could have a wicked drive to dominate as well. It hadn’t come out much before, but it was certainly and obviously there.

  I leaned down, capturing Derek’s lips in mine and kissed him passionately, my moans producing vibrations in both our mouths. Derek squeezed my hips as he began to slam inside me hard. Suddenly, I didn’t feel as in control; even though I was riding him, I felt completely under his control.

  And with the way Derek could fill me and make me move, I didn’t mind one single bit.

  He didn’t stop and I cried out in pleasure, shivering from the sudden change in power and in control. The mental games got me off as much as the physical feeling inside me—and, in fact, it was getting me close once more

  “Oh, Derek! You’re gonna make me come again!” I said as I cried out in ecstasy.

  “Fuck! Me too!” he said against my lips.

  I pushed back to ride his cock as he continued to piston deep inside me. Once again, my orgasm just slammed over me, all my senses on high alert as I creamed against him. He groaned, arching back as he continued to also slam inside me. I could feel him begin to throb inside me.

  And in that moment, I thought of how sex was no longer just mutual pleasure or even an emotional connection. It was making us as one—represented by what this act had produced. There would be many more… but now it was even better, even more special.

  “Fuck! Here I come!” he said, crying out in pleasure.

  The sensation overwhelmed me, and my body contorted in ways I didn’t think possible. But in the back of my mind, I was also having an emotional and mental orgasm as much as a physical one.

  “I’m coming so fucking hard!” I said, arching my head back in pleasure.

  We both lost ourselves in our orgasms. I pulled back from his lips, arching my back as I continued to be lost in the sensation. After a few more moments of bliss, we both began to come back from our release.

  My God. Derek truly was the one for me.

  I think that was obvious earlier, but this moment really clarified it for me. I could not go on without him; my life was intertwined with his, for better or for worse. The moment made me emotional, but unlike before, when the tears felt they welled from sadness and I had no control, this was an emotional moment of overwhelming happiness. I wanted to cry from the joy that I felt, even if Derek was mere hours away from going into the most dangerous battle yet.

  I fell onto his chest, working to catch my breath. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close against him.

  “That was incredible,” he said, pressing his lips against my forehead.

  “It was,” I said as I smiled. “I love you, Derek.”

  “I love you too,” he said and rolled next to me so we could face each other.

  And when he did, he finally saw that my eyes were watering.

  “You OK?”

  “I’m better than OK,” I said. “These are tears of happiness, Derek. I just realized how much I love you. I feel like ‘I love you,’ doesn’t do enough to describe how I feel about you. You’re so perfect for me.”

  And then I let out a laugh as more tears fell.

  “You better not fucking die out there. It’s gonna be two funerals for Roost if that’s the case.”


  “Oh man, he’s going to hate the logistics of it,” Derek said, thankfully getting that I had meant it as dark humor.

  But then I realized, it wasn’t really about the humor. Maybe I wouldn’t actually kill myself—Derek freeing me from the Black Falcons had given me too much freedom and love of life for me to go down that road—but a part of me would certainly die if so. I had never loved anyone, anyone, like Derek Knight.

  The prospect of having that love gone forever would leave a hole in my heart, unable to be replaced by anyone.

  Except, perhaps…

  “Something on your mind?”

  I looked up at him. If ever there was a moment to tell him what I had discovered this morning, if ever there was a moment to tell him I was pregnant, this was it. It was just the two of us, Derek was in a great mood, and he’d have hours to process what I had told him if I decided to.

  But…

  That was just too much to tell him right now. He had enough weight on his shoulders, even if he didn’t look fazed in the slightest by having me and the entire Saviors depending upon him standing up to Falcon. I decided that when—not if, I told myself, but when—he returned, I would tell him everything.

  No matter what. When he came home tonight, he’d learn the whole truth.

  “I’m just worried, that’s all,” I said with a chuckle. “You’re about to see the most evil man there ever is. It’s like going to see the devil. What kind of a girlfriend and…”

  I nearly let slip “mother.”

  “And friend would I be if I wasn’t worried about you?”

  I knew Derek didn’t buy that for a second. Well, I’m sure he believed I was worried, but he knew that wasn’t really what I was saying.

  “Is there anything else?”

  Damnit. I…

  “I’ll tell you when you come home tonight,” I said. Then I smiled, giving him a little tease. “Think of it as your incentive to return.”

  “Oh, snap, well in that case, I’m going to turn into Superman and fly home!” Derek proclaimed. “Just tell me it’s good news, at least.”

  “I’d say so,” I said, trying to be as coy as possible.

  Derek looked like he had a moment of possibly considering the truth, but it evaded him shortly after. He just shrugged and kissed me.

  “I know you’d tell me if it was urgent,” he said with a laugh. “Hell, next thing you know, you’re gonna tell me I knocked you up!”

  I laughed too but was startled that he… he had to have known, right? He wouldn’t have made that kind of joke without having some deep suspicions?

  It didn’t matter, though. I would keep to my promise to stay silent until he got back.

  “Maybe,” I said with laughter. “Or maybe not. But let’s rest, OK? You got a big date tonight!”

  “Oh, I know, I might even bring flowers.”

  “Only if we find out he’s bringing chocolate.”

  We both laughed and shared a kiss. I snuggled up on his chest, breathing softly, trying to get some rest.

  It was, admittedly, a little strange to be joking and chortling with each other. Maybe it was the kid. Maybe it was having survived death just barely a couple of days ago. Maybe it was everything culminating to this moment. Maybe Roost’s advice had finally settled in, and I was happy to just control my reactions.

  Or maybe I was just a mess, and the mess happened to be producing feelings of joy and cheer right now.

  So long as Derek still lived, I had my child, and I was alive, though, that was reason enough to feel joyful and cheerful.

  13

  Derek

  I faked taking a nap with Eve.

  It was one of the few things that I had ever faked with her, ever pretended to have done. Some things were just better left for belief than for reality. I wanted her to believe that I was well rested, that when I headed out of the apartment around 9:45 p.m., that I had slept for a couple of hours and was prepared for perhaps the final battle.

  But the truth was, after our round of sex and after Eve wouldn’t tell me what was troubling her, I was beginning to feel mighty nervous.

  I had a suspicion that she was going to tell me she was pregnant, as there wasn’t a whole lot else that she could tell me that would leave her happy. Unless she was planning to suddenly propose to me herself or that Roost had planned some sort of a surprise party, there just wasn’t a ton of options. And we hadn’t exactly been practicing the safest of sex, although I couldn’t say that was accidental.

  It was something that we had more or less agreed to silently. We wanted something to bond us together, to bring us even closer together. Perhaps it was a bit fucked up, but I knew that if we had a child together, Eve would be in my life forever. I would have felt bad for the move if not for the fact that Eve herself had either dropped hints or explicitly stated that she wanted to have a family some day.

  She also told me numerous times how much she loved the feeling of me coming inside of her. It wasn’t hard to figure out that we both silently wanted this but didn’t want to explicitly say anything out loud, perhaps out of fear of superstitiously jinxing it or something else ridiculous. And, to be fair, I didn’t want to put that on Eve until after Falcon.

  But, anyways, I couldn’t dwell on that.

  Because now I had to execute a plan that was likely to get many of my men killed, including possibly me.

  As I had prepared to leave, Eve had given me a kiss. I had mentally prepped for her to start crying and for me to comfort her after she’d cried this afternoon, but instead, it was me who had needed the bucking up.

  “You come back alive,” Eve had said, placing her palm on my chest. “You hear me? I better not get a call that you need to be saved.”

  I joked with her and told her that Falcon might give her a call because I was hurting him too much, but it was just sheer deflection. It also really didn’t help matters that Eve really had saved my life now at least twice, three times if we counted the instance at the Black Falcons’ fundraiser party. The last thing I needed was for her to actually save me again.

  Because if Falcon didn’t kill me but captured me, there was no saving me. That was a death sentence as well; it was just a question of when death would come, not if.

  “There will be no calls,” I had said with a laugh that deflected my nerves. “You got your knife and gun?”

  “Of course,” Eve had said, nodding toward her purse, both weapons visible.

  “Excellent,” I had said. “I love you. I’m coming back.”

  “I love you too. And I know.”

  With that, I had stepped into the elevator, locking eyes with her until the doors shut completely.

  And now, here I was, wondering if my entire plan was just destined to fail into a pile of shit.

  What if I got there and the Black Falcons had stacked the streets full of bodies from the Saviors, taunting me and saying I was to be added to them? What if, in leaving Eve, a Falcon came up there and tried to capture her, rape her, or kill her? What if…

  The problem with this was I couldn’t just say “ignore the what ifs,” because Falcon had too many tricks up his sleeve. He was bound to break the rules of our engagement somehow, and I had to consider every possibility. Perhaps, maybe, I could limit the possibilities to ones in which we would still stand a chance, since it wouldn’t do much good to imagine showing up to a pile of dead Saviors, but my mind wouldn’t allow it.

  Nevertheless, just as my mind wouldn’t stop racing, my feet didn’t stop moving to my motorcycle. I hoped on the old gal, felt her sink beneath my weight, and patted her a couple of times.

  “Let’s not make this our last ride, shall we?” I said.

  I keyed the ignition and the gal roared to life, as if she, too, didn’t want this to be our last ride.

  “Hell yeah!” I roared as I backed out of my spot.

  I found myself moving with unusual caution, taking extra care to back the bike up such that it wouldn’t hit anyone. The last thi
ng I needed was for my bike to clunker on the way out. When I started moving her forward, I moved so slowly that I almost had to put my feet on the ground so it wouldn’t lose momentum and balance.

  But then, once I came to the street, once I saw the clear night sky, the stars overhead, and the full moon above, I felt invigorated. It was time to go. It was time to win!

  I drove through the streets, thinking of how often I passed by this way en route to the old shops. I thought about how I had first met Eve—not even met her, really, had just seen her as I drove by on my bike. How strange it was, I thought, that a mere glance should precipitate what had become the true love of my life.

  I thought about how one simple comment she had made about reading had been enough to captivate me. I had known Maggie for so long before we got married that I just took her intelligence for what it was, but I never would have guessed that the smarts in a woman would get me so attracted to her.

  I thought of that first dinner at Waffle House—laughing to myself that this was our first date location—and how, though perhaps a bit skeptical of me, she remained interested.

  And then we escaped the Black Falcons party, and everything had taken off from there.

  And now, she was quite possibly pregnant with my child.

  Amazing how quickly things can change. Amazing how fast things just develop. Amazing… just amazing.

  I came to a stop light that had a couple of trucks driving through it, forcing me to slow down. I realized then, sitting there, that I had not had a vision of Maggie while stopped for so long. It was like her spirit had let me go.

  But though I had found another love, I would never forget this first one. As far as I was concerned, when it finally was time for me to kick the bucket and head out, I would die with both Eve and Maggie on my lips. Both of them, surely, understood my love for the other, and it didn’t diminish the feelings for Eve that I had once loved Maggie. Maggie had just been the love of my life before the Saviors, and Eve was the love of my life after the Saviors.