I really thought he had lost his shit when he found out that Baby and Trouble are renting our childhood home. He could have gone to her but he was too much of a chicken shit. I told him to add up the dates I know Baby is carrying his child, but he won't admit it to me let alone himself. I don't understand how he can let Trouble take what should be his.
Not like I am one to talk Rumor still hasn't told me if she wants to move forward in our relationship, I am pussy whipped without the benefits of getting any pussy. She has finally started seeing a shrink to work past her issues. We still haven't had sex, I am about to give in to temptation and find me some strange for one night. There is only so much of hairy palming it a man can take. Yeah right, I hear the proverbial whip cracking. The only way I can jerk off is when I am thinking of her. This is what I am doing now in the shower. The water relaxes my tense muscles as I picture what she would look like standing here with my now wet and naked. The water running down her breasts traveling towards her sweet pussy. My balls tighten as my twitching cock grows beneath my palm. I imagine her wrapping those luscious lips around my length.
My brother rasps on the bathroom door. "Yo Romeo is on the phone. If you shake it more than twice you're playing with it." Fuckers, another day of blue balls it is as I wrap a towel around my waist and take the phone from the prick.
Trouble is coming up this weekend with Tread to deliver a run. Word is that Tread is coming up here to take over deliveries now that we are operational. Trouble is taking over his spot in Drag Creek. I am not looking forward to Tread's company, he better stay away from Rumor. And I don't even want to think of how Striker is going to react to Trouble's presence.
18
Rumor
"Got a hot date tonight?" I ask as Aspen comes strutting into the kitchen dressed to kill. She has been seeing a new guy after her and Striker officially broke up. I have yet to meet him though; she says they haven't reached that stage yet. It is still fresh. It's not like her to be so secretive, but I figure she'll bring him around once she deems him worthy.
"Girl I wish, the animals at the clinic are seeing more action than I am going to tonight." She laughs. "I have a charity dinner for the shelter tonight." Aspen volunteers at a local animal shelter when she isn't busy at the clinic.
"What about you?" She presses. She doesn't know everything about my past, she knows I have intimacy issues but she doesn't try to pry too deeply as to why that is. Another reason we get along so greatly.
"Nah, I have an English paper due." I wave my research notes at her.
"Yeah have fun with that," she tosses her keys and cell phone into her bag. Before heading out the door she calls back to me over her shoulder, "I'll be out late, invite Rebel over, one of us should be getting laid." If Aspen is anything, she is blunt.
I have been seeing a therapist for a few months now; she says I am making real progress. She has me write down my nightmares and she has me doing different exercises where I confront my father—Diablo and my abuser–Squirrel. Her professional opinion is that there is nothing wrong with me that my intimacy problems stem from control. She thinks if I could sleep with Rebel and be able to give up my control of the situation, to trust him completely with my body, that I would be cured of my intimacy hang-ups. I have been giving it a lot of consideration lately. I want to take that step with him. I am just scared of freezing up on him. I know he is growing frustrated with me.
I know I shouldn't be worried that I should let it happen, sex is a natural part of life and I should be able to take pleasure in it. I know Rebel would not hurt me or take advantage of me. My phone rings with a call from my sister giving me a much-needed break from this paper. College is proving to be a lot harder than I had anticipated; attempting to study, work and see Rebel is hard to balance.
Baby is giggling telling me about her night with Trouble. I am slightly resentful of her; she is getting all that she has ever wanted. She has a patched brother who loves her, a baby on the way. She is so content. I am delighted for her; I just wish I could find my position in the world. I don't know if I am cut out for normal. A part of me misses my life in Drag Creek. I know I am getting what I said I wanted, but I feel like I left a part of me back in Kentucky, as much as I battle it there is a part of me that will always be drawn to living club life. And fuck if I don't detest my job at the coffee shop. I am still undecided with my major, not that there is any hurry to decide, but I feel like I am in this rut. Or maybe I set my expectations too vast in coming here. I felt like if I didn't leave Drag Creek I was going to suffocate but now that I have been here I feel like I am drowning.
After ending my call with Baby, there is a knock on the door, a delivery of edible fruits. It's from Aspen, the card reads: Call Rebel, share the fruit, enjoy your night and for the love of all lonely vaginas everywhere get laid. Nice, Aspen real nice. I bet whoever took the order got a real kick out of that. No wonder the guy that delivered my basket was grinning at me like a loon.
Before I can change my mind, I send Rebel a text and invite him over. An hour later, I am freshly showered and dressed to seduce him. I bought a purple see-through nighty from Victoria's Secret a few months ago on a whim. I really never thought I would use it. My hair is down in loose waves, and I left my makeup to the bare essentials, some mascara and lip-gloss. I turn off all of the lights leaving only a few candles to light my bedroom. I have the fruit basket sitting on my nightstand along with some wine. I don't even know if Rebel is partial to wine or fruit, piss, I am a mess. I position myself on my bed striving my best to appear sexy, I feel like an idiot. I get up from the bed covering myself with the silk half robe that matches my lingerie and tie it around my waist. That feels better. I walk back and forth across my room until Rebel turns up. I am sure I just burned holes from corner to corner of the floor; well I would have if it were possible.
I open the door and welcome him trying to act casual. He takes one look at me, and he is speechless. He knows tonight I am finally giving in I am going to sleep with him. I am going to be his girl and I think I am going to tell him I want to move home with him when he returns. I miss my sister; I want to be there when the baby is born. I cannot believe it but I miss the Roadhouse and all the guys as well. I hope Aspen understands, I think she will be happy for me. I hate to just leave her hanging with the apartment, but I now know where I belong and Chicago is not it, this city is not my home.
Rebel clears his throat, "damn, you are stunning. Does this mean what I think it means or I..." He is at a loss for words. I take him by the hand and lead him into my room.
"Tonight is all about me committing myself to you. You have been tolerant and accepting. You have shown me love and now I want to give you this. I want to give you the only part of me I have been holding back. I am giving up my control to you, to do what you want with my body, because you stole my heart a long time ago."
"Rumor," he starts but I shush him with my finger.
"Take me Rebel, I'm all yours." He is seated on my bed and I cross the room, his head is pressed against my stomach as I slide the robe off. He grabs a hold of me bringing me onto the bed with him. He takes the silk sash from the robe and ties my wrist together above my head. I could break free if I wanted to, but I trust him. He runs his hands down my arms, traveling down my sides as he places a tender kiss over my heart. He removes his clothes and places a condom on the nightstand. He sees the fruit and takes a strawberry from the basket. He pushes the nighty up over my hips and slides it over my head. This is the first time he has seen me fully naked. My cheeks burn, becoming flushed as he takes the strawberry and trails it down my body until he reaches my heated heart. He licks the juice from my body sending shivers down my spine. I let out a nervous giggle as his stubble grates across my flesh. When he reaches my hot axis, he places the strawberry in me and devours it. He brings his mouth up to mine and kisses me. I can taste the strawberry and myself and it is so erotic. "Fucking perfect," he takes my breasts into his mouth teasing me with his tongue.
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br /> "If you want me to stop, now is the time to tell me." He waits before going any further, but I don't stop him. I want this with him. I am squirming, longing to lay a hand on him.
"I want this Rebel; I meant what I said you are it for me. I am ready to give you what you want, to be yours. I want to go home with you to Kentucky."
"You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that you are mine." He kisses me, exploring every untouched inch of my body. His fingers impress me bringing me gratification in ways I never thought possible, until now.
Rebel takes the condom and slithers it onto his length. I am so ready, I've never wanted to feel him so wholly before.
Rebel
I make it over to Rumor's and she answers the door in purple motherfucking see-through lingerie, is she trying to stop my heart. My dick is twitching, hoping tonight is the night she gives me all of her. "Damn, you are stunning. Does this mean what I think it means or I..." I am at a loss for words she looks so fucking sexy. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever envisioned.
Rumor leads me into her bedroom, she has the lights off and candles are lit. She tells me tonight is the night. Hot damn, I don't know if I can last long, I have sought after her for so long. I feel like I am a kid on Christmas morning, as she slides her robe off unwrapping my present—her. She is like the gift that keeps on giving as she tells me she is mine and she wants to move home with me. I can't wait to plunder and savor every inch of her.
My girl is bound at the wrists and writhing beneath me. I say it again in my head, my girl, loving the way it feels. Her body is so responsive to my touch, my kiss, my cock. "Baby this is going to sting at first but I will go gradually." She bites her bottom lip in anticipation, and I nearly lose it, so fucking sexy. Taking the condom from the nightstand, I rock back onto to my calves and slide it down over my rigid length.
"I want to touch you Rebel," she sounds like an angel when she speaks, her voice is a whisper, her cheeks are painted pink with her blush. The candlelight glowing with the light of the moon, her hair is spread around her head looking like a halo; I guide her hand to my cock and let her help press me into her. Fuck, I think I just died and went to heaven. She is so tight, I can only imagine if it feels this good with the condom, what she will feel like without one.
Her legs lock and her muscles tense, a tiny whimper escapes her throat and I back out of her some, and ask if she wants me to stop, but damn I hope she doesn't tell me to cease. She shakes her head no, and smiles playfully at me and then she says, "I love the way you feel inside of me the burn makes me know that this is real and that I can feel pleasure. You make me feel alive." I about nearly come right then.
Her hands are roaming, exploring my body as I rock into her with ease, she is so open and ready, so willing, begging me please. Fucking heaven. I take her in way she will let me, I want her to know what real sex is about. It's about satisfaction; it isn't about exploiting someone and spoiling them.
She is on top of me, riding my cock, you'd never know this was her first time—doing it this way and with someone who loves her. I told her all of those times Squirrel touched her, used and abused her, they don't count. Tonight is her first time, tonight with me is the only night that counts...that matters in my eyes, and I am the first man to lay a hand on her body. I hold her hips in place as she grinds down on me. She throws her head back, the tips of her hair brushing across the top of my thighs, picture motherfuckin' perfect. I have been with plenty of women, but nothing could ever compare to this night, this part of Rumor that she has given to me—her trust and her heart.
I roll her onto her side and spoon her from behind; she hooks her right leg over mine and I rub on her clit as I enter her from behind. She is moaning into the pillow and gripping her sheets as she unravels and experiences her first orgasm. I grab her underneath her knee and pump into her wildly, until I am afraid we are going to break the wall down, the headboard is slamming so hard into it. A primal growl rips from my throat, echoing her name through the walls as I come undone.
Rumor
Waking up after spending the night with Rebel, I feel like I have been in a car wreck. How can something so beautiful hurt so good. My legs are shaking; my knees are knocking as I try to make my way to the bathroom. I vaguely recall Rebel leaving early this morning, his kiss still lingering on my lips. I steal a look at my alarm clock, damn is it really nine am; I missed my first morning class, and fuck, my paper. And fuck it, I am not going back. I am going home with my man. I will figure out the rest as it comes. I dread telling Aspen, she has been so good to me. I think she will be pleased for me though.
After doing my business and taking a long shower, I am beginning to feel like moving some, but damn my thighs hurt and my vagina, feels like it has seen better days, but it was worth every single second.
Aspen is already up and in the kitchen waiting with coffee. "Spill it bitch, I heard Rebel slipping out this morning, you finally gave him the vag."
"The vag seriously," I laugh at her.
"Yes, girl tell me all about it and we can compare notes, ya know do those Black brothers use the same moves, ya know how much motion they got swimming in the ocean."
"Please don't compare my vag or yours to an ocean, eww." I make a disgusted facial gesture and gag.
"You are such a prude." She tucks her legs underneath her sitting a cup of coffee across from me on the coffee table.
"We need to talk," I feel like I am glowing as I am about to give her the news that I am moving home with Rebel.
"You are going home with him, aren't you," she sighs as I smile at her. "I knew this would happen, but you just started college Rumor, you are young and don't get mad at me but there are so many other penises you could be getting familiar with out there. Striker did me favor by dumping me, my vag has been experiencing a great big world and I mean massive."
"Lalala I don't need to hear about the adventures of your vag."
19
Baby
"I don't want you to go," I sag back onto the couch as Trouble gathers his gear. He is leaving for the weekend to make a run to Chicago with Tread.
"Baby, it's only two days. I'll be back before you even know I am gone." I doubt that. I have never been the clingy girlfriend type with Trouble but this week has been amazing and I have a weird feeling, like a bad vibe about Chicago. I know things have been going well up there and that club business comes first, especially now that Trouble is patched, but Rush has been quiet too long.
"I promise to check in with you as often as I can." He kisses my forehead and I try to pull him down on the couch with me. I don't know if it is my hormones or what but ever since we had sex for the first time, I can't get enough of him. I know pregnant women have cravings but I am longing for sex with Trouble, like an addict needing a fix.
"I need you," I pout, seeing the indecision on his face.
"You are going to make me late." I shout in victory on the inside knowing I am getting my way. He slings his gear down in the doorway, carries me back to bed, and shows me just how much he is going to miss me. I fall asleep feeling completely sated as he whispers goodbye, brushing his lips over mine and down to my belly as he says adieu to our baby.
**
When I get into Trouble's car to drive to my doctor's appointment 'Is this love' is playing. Damn he's good, how did he know I would drive his car instead of mine, smug bastard. I am wondering when the lie Trouble and I have been telling became the truth, because I am falling for him. I know love is the sensation I am inflicted with for him.
Rebel
**Chicago**
Trouble and Tread got in a few hours ago and Striker has already been showing his ass. I can tell Trouble knows the truth about Baby and my brother, he hasn't remarked about her or the baby once since he arrived. I suspect she is what is keeping him glued to his phone though. I'd be checking in a lot too, that crazy motherfucker Rush has been lying low who knows when or where he will rear his ugly mug. Grim has had us all
on high alert since that fucker messed with Baby. Trouble is a good guy, he stayed true to his word when it came to protecting Baby, he even covered my ass when everything was laid on the line. He is loyal, and maybe he is the better man for her. By the looks of my brother, he is going to be a dick like our father, when and if he ever settles down; he will fuck around behind his old lady's back.
I have to take Tread over to the Disciples to work out his agreement with Kilmore. Their guy Bugsy is set up to takeover operating the still next month. I hate leaving Trouble and Striker alone together. I think my brother is too wasted to care right now anyway. Rumor is supposed to call me when she finishes her shift at the coffee house she has been working at. We are going to catch a movie and grab a bite to eat, if I can count on these fuckers to behave themselves that is.
"So you cool with all this man, you know being up here in Chicago instead of Drag Creek?" I ask on our way over to the clubhouse.
"Hey man, as long as the money is green, the beer is good and pussy is abundant I'll be fine."
"Alright, alright let's do this."
It takes us a few hours to iron out all of the details of the contract but I think Tread is happy with the increase in pay he is receiving. The Disciples are going to provide extra security on their end to cover Tread's ass on runs. I put in a call to Grim and he is satisfied with all of the terms. I leave Tread at the Disciple's clubhouse to get acquainted with all that untapped pussy he was looking forward to.
Rumor should have called me by now, her shift ended an hour ago. I swing back by the warehouse to check in on Trouble and Striker before I head over to her and Aspen's apartment. When I get upstairs, the apartment is vacant and Trouble and Striker aren't answering their phones, where in the hell did those cocksuckers disappear to. Fuckem', I get on my bike and head to Rumor's apartment to take her out for a night on the town. When I get to her building, there is an ambulance and police cars are surrounding the building. My chest tightens and I spot my brother's bike along with Trouble's motorcycle. What in the fuck is going on?
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