by Rae B. Lake
I remember her saying something about the blue, and something else about cyan, or more periwinkle, I had no fucking clue, but the woman had made such a big deal about it.
I rummaged through the box I knew she kept her colors. I picked up one of each shade of blue, “One of these better be the damn color. How the hell can she even tell the difference?” I shook my head and put all of them in a bag. I didn’t want to admit it because I wasn’t used to this sappy shit anymore, but I felt bad for upsetting her. She deserved to have her peace, and here I come barging into her life and disrupting it. I was one lucky bastard that she’s the person she is. Any other woman would have thrown my ass back to the sharks.
I would figure out a way to protect her from my mess; I had to.
I opened the door to the back of the store, but I knew I’d fucked up before I took the first step out.
“I fucking knew it!” Clean yelled out, his face splitting into his signature college boy smile as he stepped off his bike and put his lid on the handlebars.
Two other men, one I knew, Devin and another I had no idea who he was, hopped off their bikes and started to make their way to me.
They were all smiling at me, but all I could see was red. I dropped the bag and tried to figure out how I could take them down before they got the drop on me, three against one. I had survived worse and had been when my hands were tied behind my back.
“Ink! My brother!” Clean rushed at me, and my brain instinctively went into attack mode. He grabbed me around my upper body in what looked like a hug, but I broke his hold and brought my elbow up, catching him squarely in the jaw. He grunted and fell backward hard.
“Motherfuck!” Devin was the next one to come at me. I swung my fist at his temple, then used my palm to hit him square in his solar plexus, he fell trying to catch his breath, a ragged gasping leaving his mouth.
The one I didn’t recognize ended up ay my side, and he got in a few good hits. It was nothing that would faze me, and it was only the sound of flesh hitting flesh that even let me know he was striking me. I turned, my adrenaline on high, I roared as I picked the grown man up and threw him against the back wall of the shop.
“You should have left me the fuck alone!” I spat at them, “You lying traitorous fucks!”
“Ink! Cool out!” Clean got up and came at me from behind, using his strength to try and hold me in place. Clean was always the biggest of all of us. He was freakishly strong and not afraid to use it, but I wasn’t the same skinny boy they had known from years ago. Now Clean was only slightly bigger than me in muscle, but he didn’t have the cutthroat mentality I had or the speed. Having to kill someone before you ran out of air on a regular basis did wonders for agility. I threw my head back, head-butting Clean. I broke out of his hold again and slammed him against the side of Jazmine’s big delivery van. The thin aluminum of the sliding door, denting at the force and size of the big man. I hunkered lower and stepped into his space, not even giving him the chance to catch a breath. It was where I was the most deadly.
I pummeled into his body with blow after blow of hits. He grunted and, at first, just tried to fend me off. Once he figured out I wasn’t striking to stun, he retaliated like his life depended on it. It did, I was going to kill him.
I cracked him one good time on the jaw as he looked over my shoulder, distracted.
“Wyatt! No!” Clean roared, and I turned to see the man I had thrown against the building holding a gun to me.
Did he just stop him from shooting me? I turned to look at the man who was already squared up and ready to go another round, even though I could tell by the way he was breathing that he would lose. What the fuck?
Why would he do that?
I pushed him off me and backed up to the truck.
“I don’t know what the fuck you are playing at, but I’m warning you, next time you better fucking shoot me. Shoot me, or I will kill every last one of you where you stand.” I jumped into the van and backed up quickly, not even caring if I hit them or their bikes.
I raced back to Jazmine’s house, my head even more fucking screwed up then it had been hours before.
She was waiting for me on the porch. She jumped up when she saw me skid to a stop in her driveway. I jumped out of the truck and tried to walk past her into the house.
“Hey! Ink! Wait!” She hurried behind me and grabbed me by my arm. I ripped it out of her grip.
“Don’t fucking grab me!” I yelled, louder than I should have. She looked at me in shock, not sure what to do. I glared at her for a second before I turned and stormed into the back room.
She followed, I rolled my eyes, “The fuck are you doing? I want to be alone.” The sarcasm dripping off my words.
“No, I’m not going to leave you alone. No matter how deep you fall, I’ll be here to help you back up.”
“What the fuck, do I look like a charity case to you?” I took two big steps in her direction. I couldn’t deal with this right now, not after everything that happened with Clean.
“No, you look lost, Ink.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but I could think of nothing. She was right. I was lost.
“Talk to me, I may not have the answers, but I can listen and be here for you. You’ve spent so much time scared and alone; you don’t have to be either anymore.” She softly ran her hands up my midsection, laying them directly on my pectoral muscles. Here I was filled with anger and mania, but it only took one touch from her for it all to drain away.
My head fell, defeated. “I don’t understand. I should be dead. They should’ve killed me.” I spoke my voice low.
“What do you mean? Are you talking about the people that kidnapped you?”
“No, Clean. Today.”
She shook her head, still unclear about what I was talking about.
“Some of the men from the clubhouse I used to belong to found me coming out of your shop.”
Jazmine put a hand up to her mouth, the other rising to my face examining the damage. There was some, but not much. She didn’t say anything, just listened.
“I should have checked, but I wasn’t thinking. I was so focused on how I could get back at them. So focused on my plan, I didn’t even hear them ride up.” I put my arms around her waist and closed my eyes, the playback of the events still fresh in my mind.
“There were three of them, but none of them looked angry. Clean, the big blond one from the other day, he embraced me like I was still his brother. I fought him, and I was going to kill him. He knew it too. I could tell by the way he was fighting back like his life was on the line.” I let out a sigh, “One of the men I don’t know, Clean called him Wyatt pulled a gun, but instead of letting him take me out, Clean stopped him. There was more fear in his eyes in those two seconds than there had been when I was trying to beat him to death. Why would he stop him, Jazmine? Why would he let me kill him? Why are they so hard-pressed now to look for me? I don’t understand, and I feel like it is a trap. I just can’t figure out what they’re playing at.”
The ball of her tongue ring popped out of her mouth as she played with it, her nervous tick.
“What?” I asked, wanting to know what she had to say, maybe she saw something I didn’t.
“Ink, did you ever think that maybe they were looking for you? It sounds like they just want you to come home.”
I shook my head, “Didn’t you hear me earlier? They have too much pull, all-around the world to have not found me.”
“Ink, my father hid the body of a state senator in our basement for months. No one found him. The FBI, CIA, State Police were all looking for him. Sometimes it's not about how much reach someone has.”
“A fucking senator?” My eyes popped open in disbelief. I knew her pops used to be into some crazy shit, but fuck. I hadn’t expected that.
“Yes, and he has never been charged, so if you could keep that bit of information to yourself?” She reached up and scratched the back of my head.
“What if I was wrong?”
I had no choice but to smile back; she was fucking contagious.
I let out a long breath, “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to let it go. I’ve spent all this time hating them, wishing them dead. I can’t just turn some shit like that off.”
“That’s 'cause you’re so focused on the bad of your past you’re not letting yourself create anything new. You have to take things one day at a time. One second. One heartbeat.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body pressed against mine.
“I don’t even remember any of the good shit. When I close my eyes, all I see is the bad.”
She raised high on her tippy toes and arched her head as far as she could and kissed me deeply. She moaned in desire as I gripped her ass tight and kissed her back.
She pulled away from me suddenly. “How about now? Any good memories?”
“Come back.” I pulled at her waist until she was flush with me again. Her body melted into mine. We’d been going back and forth for a while now, and even though I was used to denying myself, I didn’t want to any longer.
She pulled away again, “Wait, we’re supposed to be working on memories.”
“Fuck that.” I pulled her against me harder, our mouths crashing together as my cock became hard between my legs. “Where’s Angel?” I asked without taking my mouth fully from hers.
“Sleeping, she’s, mmm, sleep.”
That was all I needed to here. I had lost a lot of who I was all those years, tonight I was going to claim one piece of myself back deep inside this woman.
Chapter 15
I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I kissed her, letting my tongue swirl and swipe at her mouth, playing with the tongue ring she hid inside.
I held her up using the one arm, and closed the door, making sure to lock it. Angel wasn’t going to interrupt us today.
I let my mouth fall to her neck and bit down gently as her hands caressed and squeezed at my arms.
“Oh, fuck. Ink.” She let her head fall back.
I dropped her down on the bed, and she instantly started to take my clothes off. She rose on her knees and pulled my shirt as far up as she could. I had to bend over so she could get it off. She had seen me many times without a shirt, but I would never get tired of seeing her eyes light up every time she did.
I pulled her large shirt over her head and quickly pulled the smaller shirt she always wore underneath off as well. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel all of you.”
“Yes, now.” She begged as she reached for my pants and began to untie the strings on my pants. A wave of insecurity smashed into me. I was scarred up, I hadn’t had an orgasm in years, and I didn’t even honestly know if my dick was going to be able to handle pleasing her. I pulled back.
She reached out and grabbed the pockets, pulling me back to her. “What is it. Don’t you want to?”
“I haven’t told you everything.” I had to warn her, “One of the ways they tried to break me was through denial. They would tease me to the point of no return then leave me. I haven’t had sex or orgasmed in years. They had me wear a device so I wouldn’t be able to pleasure myself; every time I became hard, needles would stab into my skin. I’m heavily scarred because of it.”
She nodded her head and looked back down at my groin, “Does it hurt now?” She asked.
I let out a gruff breath, “Only because I want to fuck you into next week.”
She smirked, “Then let’s do this one moment at a time. If it’s too much, we can stop.”
“You sure?” I asked, praying to God she wasn’t about to get me fucking started and then back out. I would fucking die. No jokes about it, I would keel right over and die from blue balls.
“Yes, yes, god, yes.” She tugged at my pants, leaving my underwear in place. Her mouth dropped open in excitement as she took in the massive bike mural tattooed on my leg and the panther tattoo on the other. Her blue eyes always so pure and full of wonder were now clouded over with lust. She reached forward and grabbed my cock through my underwear, and my first fucked up instinct was to move away.
“It’s me. I won’t hurt you. You okay? Do you want me to stop?” She rubbed against my shaft slowly, but with enough pressure, it was quickly getting me ready to bust my load.
“Fuck no. Keep going.”
I looked down at her face, her cheeks a light shade of pink, and her teeth pressed lightly on her bottom lip. She raised her face to me. “Can I taste you?”
I let out a deep moan, “Fuck Jazmine, you’re going to make me cum before we do anything. Yes, shit. Let me feel that smart mouth wrapped around my dick.”
She slowly pulled down my boxer briefs, and my dick tumbled out heavy, hard, and curving slightly upward. I waited for her to tell me I was too deformed, or she had changed her mind.
She licked her lips, “Oh my, all of this has gone to waste over the past four years.” She looked up at me as she raised my shaft with the head pointing toward my midsection. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
With her eyes still focused on mine, she leaned down and licked my cock from balls to the tip.
“Fuck!” I dug my hand in her short hair as she pulled my cock down and pushed as much as she could get into her mouth. “Oh shit! Shit! Shit!” I panted and pulled back. It had been so long, and it felt so fucking good, I didn’t know what to do with the assault of pleasure.
“Stop?” She asked. My cock glistening and perched on her lips as she held onto the shaft and wiped the head of my cock back and forth on her mouth.
“Huh? What? No. More. Fuck, I need…” She opened her mouth and pushed me further into her mouth, my knees buckled. I wasn’t going to make it like this. I was doing everything in my power to hold back so I could please her, but I was too far gone. I pulled myself out of her mouth. I had to calm myself down, take this shit one step at a time, like she had just been talking about.
I pushed her back, her small body bouncing on the bed, “Ink, babe!” She laughed and gathered her breasts in her hands, “This was supposed to be about you.” Her fingers were already tugging and playing with rings attached to each massive mound.
“Then let me take what I want,” I growled at her as I roughly pulled her pants and panties off. I kissed down her slender stomach and let my hands pull apart her athletic thighs. She moaned, and her hand slid down toward her stomach. “No fingers in my pie.” I caught a finger in my mouth and bit down. She yipped and pulled her hand away. I spread her legs as far as they would go before I settled myself down on the bed, using my thumb and forefinger I spread her pussy lips apart. I should have guessed, but I was pleasantly surprised to see the silver barbel piercing her clit. Her tight honey pot already slick and dripping with her need for me.
“Ink, don’t make me wait. I’m already there. I need you.”
I snaked my tongue out, letting the tip circle the already tight nub.
“Mmmm!” Jazmine moaned and tried to move closer to my mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so damn sweet,” I mumbled as I dove in, I lapped and sucked at the jeweled bundle of nerves all while her legs clenched and shivered on the sides of me.
“My god! Ink!” She grabbed hold of my hair and held me against her, “Don’t stop, please. Oh, god.” She moaned, her breath coming faster. I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled the jewel around with my tongue.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She hissed, and her legs clenched up tight on the sides of my body, as every muscle contracted.
I reached out and grabbed onto her waist tightly, my cock was rubbing against the bed, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I needed her to cum right now so I could be buried deep inside of her.
I sloppily dragged my tongue from side to side, my saliva and her juices making everything extra slippery, and that was all she fucking wrote because Jazmine slammed her hands down onto the covers as she came all over my face. “Ink!” She screamed out my n
ame as her beautiful cunny contracted hard with each wave of her orgasm.
I dragged myself up her body, making sure to wipe my mouth on my arm. Her eyes were hooded, and seconds away from closing, she was wrung out.
“Jazmine.”
“I want it.” She tried to pull me.
“It’s been so long. Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t be able to hold back. Shit.” I could feel the heat from her pussy.
She wrapped her legs loosely around my waist and raised her head, her lips close to my ear “Hurt me if you have to, don’t hold back, use every inch of me.”
I groaned and slammed into her.
My eyes squeezed shut, and every nerve ending lit up. There was no trying to build up. I was desperate to cum. A sweat broke out on my forehead, and my heart raced with the anticipation of what was to come.
“Jaz, just hold on. Hold on, babe.” I gripped her hips tightly, and I fucked her. I fucked her hard enough to have her put her hands out to buffer my blows. I pushed her hand away and rammed away. I would not be fucking denied, not again. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist and acted as a leash for how far I was able to pull out. That wasn’t an issue; I wanted to get deeper inside of her. I wanted to live in the heaven that was her pussy. Her walls sucked and pulsed around me, and my hips bucked into her hard enough for her clit to smash against my lower abdomen. I could feel the ring digging into my skin. Her huge breasts bounced furiously with every thrust.
Suddenly, her legs began to shake, and she gripped my wrists hard as her cunt squeezed me almost impossibly tight. A brittle moan escaped my throat as my body continued to race toward my pleasure.
“Ah, Ink. It’s so intense! So fucking much.” She screamed and tried to pull away again.
I pulled her back down and held her tighter.
