Free Ride

by M. N. Forgy

  “You’re MY fucking crazy. You’ve been since we were kids and I wouldn’t have any other darkness in my life. When will you see that?” He tilts his head to the side.

  Raising my hand, I touch the side of his face.

  “I do now.” The words come out of my mouth before I can catch them.

  His lips crash into mine, and I accept graciously. The rough caress of his beard, his soft lips on mine, the taste of weed filling my mouth like I just took a fresh drag off a blunt.

  The kiss is desperate, demanding, and locking me in as Benji’s property for life. He doesn’t say it, but I feel it. Then again, I’ve always been his.

  His hands run up my sides with a greedy tendency, their rough and callused but in possessive need. They dig into my side hard, but the way they skirt all along my curves in a greedy manner I know it’s his way of loving me. Years of pent-up sexual tension releasing at once. He opens the door to his car and shoves me in the back seat. The familiar smell of leather and weed comforting me. Climbing in after me, he shuts the door and slides in between my legs. He’s so big he takes up most of the back seat. The top of his dark hair brushes against the headliner as he raises the dainty dress above my head, and rips the white panties from my waist in one tug. The cracks in the leather seat pinch my bare ass, but I could care less right now.

  My hands lower, recklessly trying to pull off his skull belt. His lips continue to kiss every inch of my neck, a burn setting my skin ablaze from the scruff on his cheeks.

  “Tell me something,” he rasps.

  “Hmm?” I lick my lips, tugging down his zipper.

  “Did you never give me my ring back because you couldn’t get it off or because it reminded you of me?” He lifts his chin, his blue eyes darker than ever.

  I lift my hand and pull the ring off my thumb with ease. He reaches for it and I pull it out of his reach.

  “I could get it off that night. I wanted it because when I look at it, I think of that night,” I explain.

  “Fuck, I love you,” he groans, smashing his lips to mine. His tongue slides against mine, his mouth moving against mine in hunger. Our breaths depending on another to breathe.

  Using my feet, I shove his jeans down to his knees. His lips trail down my chin, and my neck. His teeth biting my collarbone. My hands palm his head as he licks and nibbles my body, winding me up in a bundle of nerves.

  “Do you touch yourself, Harley?” he asks against my nipple, his breath tickling me.

  I glance down at him with confusion His eyes meet mine, his tongue flicking the rose bud of my tit.

  “Do you climax thinking of me?” he clarifies.

  I shift in the leather seat, my eyes avoiding his. How did he know I masturbated?

  “Yes,” I murmur embarrassed.

  “Don’t be ashamed, I jacked off to you daily. Sometimes twice a day,” he reveals. I giggle.

  “Really?”

  “Fuck yeah, I can’t get enough of you, baby.” He dives his tongue into my belly button and my skin heightens to an all new level.

  “Benji, I can’t take anymore,” I beg him to take me already. I’ve had to battle my inner feelings for him for years and I can’t take another second of waiting. His hand slides down my leg, hooking it around his waist. He kisses my inner thigh before tugging with his teeth.

  “You ready?”

  I nod, my breathing so harsh I feel like I’m not breathing at all. With one jerk of his hips, his cock finds my heat. My head lolls back into the seat, his dick stretches me wide. Parting my mouth, I whimper in response. My nails digging into his back until they draw blood.

  Just as he’s seated, he stills. His eyes digging into mine.

  “What?” I smile, and his lips pull into a sexy smirk.

  “This is where I belong, I want to wake up every day and fuck you. Fall asleep every night with my dick inside of you.”

  Emotions fill my chest and I have to keep from crying.

  We’re made for each other. I cannot believe I fought it for so long.

  Grasping my tit with one hand, his silver rings sparkle under the streetlight just outside. After I took his, the club gave him another one. He rocks into me with one quick drive of his hips, the feeling of pleasure and pain dancing inside of my core. It feels good, but it hurts at the same time. I’m pushing him away and pulling him close all at the same time.

  One foot on the dash, the other on the headrest of the driver seat I try to widen my legs to accommodate him better. He’s so big it’s a tight squeeze in the one seat for the both of us.

  “Promise me you’ll never run again,” he demands into the crook of my neck. His hot breath sticky on my neck.

  “I promise,” I relent, giving myself to him fully. If I run, we run.

  Resting on his elbows, he looks into my eyes and presses something to my lips. I furrow my brows until the familiar feeling of my medication summons me. He brought my pills. I open my lips and take it.

  “Swallow baby,” he breathes heavily, and I do. My eyes flicking between his blue orbs. The pills dry in my throat, I cough them down.

  “Do you have sex with Farrah too? Do you make love to her like you do me?” I can’t help but ask.

  His hand caresses my collarbone. “Like I said, Harley, Farrah is you and one day you will see that. I can’t love you without loving her, baby.” He shrugs, pumping in and out of me. Hearing that stings. I don’t care if it’s me, it doesn’t feel like it’s me.

  Still, most men wouldn’t fuck with my kind of crazy. For Benji to love all of mine, and want to help me, to chase me across the states… it’s more than any man I’ve ever known to do for his girl.

  My heart begins to break realizing how much Benji really cares for me. He tracked me down, found me, and has always taken care of me. Loving me no matter what I’ve done or who I may think I am.

  His fingers intertwine between mine, holding them captive above my head. He slows his rhythm and everything becomes sensitive, softer.

  My entire lower half buzzes with desire, I feel everything. In and out, in and out, his dick slides with ease. My wetness coating his cock as he pushes me to the brink of oblivion.

  His lips purse into the shape of an O, just as my body warms into a ball of tingles. The car rocks back and forth, the windows now fogged from our hard breathing.

  “Oh my God,” I stutter out just as I’m about to come, he stops. My head whips up off the seat.

  “Why’d you stop?” I breathe heavily.

  “Be my ol’ lady, Harley,” he insists rather than asks, his breath hot and sticky against my neck. I still. Being Benji’s ol’ lady is not a question to ask lightly. It means I’m his club wife until he releases me. It means I’m patched in as his woman forever.

  I’ll have a cut, the club’s colors on my back.

  He growls, jerking his hips just right. I moan as I’m sensitive down there, my eyes rolling into my head. He’s teasing me.

  “Is this an ultimatum? Be my ol’ lady or I’ll hold your orgasm hostage?”

  “Fucking straight. You say you’re mine right now, or you’ll never come. I’ll hold your release hostage until you’re on your knees begging me to fulfill your needs.”

  I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. Bad Benji is sexy.

  “One day, Harley, I’m going to be at the head of that table, and I want you standing behind me at every meeting. That is your place in the club,” he informs me with a firm voice.

  I pull away from him, my eyes searching his for an explanation on how he’s going to take the gavel from my father.

  “How are you going to do—”

  “Just fucking say yes,” he demands, his fingers threaded with mine tightening.

  “You promise?” I ask with sincerity.

  “Promise what?” He tilts his head to the side, his dark hair falling in his eyes.

  “That I’ll be standing behind you at every meeting?”

  He smirks, his charming smile causing my pussy to soak his co
ck still inside of me.

  “I promise,” he insists.

  Taking my hand from his, I place it on the back of his neck and dig my nails in so deep his eyes narrow in on me.

  “If you break my heart,” my eyes bounce between the both his blue ones, “I will fucking kill you,” I promise.

  Raising his hands, he jerks my nails out of his skin and slams them down on my chest.

  “The only one who is going to be doing heart breaking… is you. I’ve been chasing you ass for far too long to just walk away.” He gives the side of my thigh a firm slap, and I swear my heart just pounded a little harder.

  Looking up through my dark hair, I can’t help the smirk tugging at my swollen lips. “I’ll be your ol’ lady,” I whisper.

  “I feel like there’s a ‘but’ hanging off the tip of your tongue,” he breathes heavily, his lips brushing mine. Raising his hand, his finger slides back and forth along my chin softly.

  “But…You have to let me finish what I’ve started here,” I compromise. I can’t just walk away. I need to prove I can do this. To myself if anyone.

  He stills, his fingers on my jaw.

  “That professor is a dead man, Harley,” he threatens, his tone savage and cold. “He touched what’s mine, and if anything, his father-in-law owes the club.”

  I laugh, twirling my fingers in his hair.

  “I was thinking the same thing.” I bat my eyes.

  His ass cheeks clench together as he pounds into my pussy. My eyes roll, my foot kicks the ceiling and my body comes alive in his hands on demand.

  “Come on my dick now Harley,” he commands, before smashing his lips to mine. Weed, whiskey, and everything that is Benji fills my senses. His mouth against mine causes my whole body to become sensitive and I combust into ecstasy. He picks up his pace, and before I can get another moan in, warm, thick liquid fills me just as I combust into a million little fucked up pieces.

  Swirling his hips one last time, I shiver with satisfaction. My lungs burn needing air, and my back is sweaty and sticking to the leather seat from our hot breathing.

  Pulling out of me, he sits up in the seat.

  “Oh, Harley?”

  “Yeah?” I ask breathily.

  “If you ever run from me again. I will fucking kill you myself.” He looks over his shoulder at me with unforgiving eyes. He gave his heart to me, and I will die with it before he lets me walk away with it.

  “That’s the first rule of being my ol’ lady.”

  16

  Farrah

  Waking up, my body feels abused and used in the most satisfying of ways, and my thighs are so sore I can barely move them. I sit up and notice I’m naked. In bed. Warm, hot skin touches my side and my head whips in the direction of a man. Not just any man, but Benjamin.

  I hold my head, the last thing I remember is me getting angry at the professor. Thinking about him makes hurt and fury resurface.

  I sigh, whipping the covers off me. This wakes him.

  “Harley?” he groans, half asleep.

  “Good morning, Benjamin,” I say in a less than welcoming way. If he thinks I’m going back with him, he has another thing coming.

  “Farrah,” he growls into the pillow. A puzzled expression wrinkles my face, curious how he knew it was me before he even lifted his head from the pillow.

  “How’d you know it was me?”

  “Only you call me Benjamin,” he replies tiredly.

  “What else would I call you?” I scoff.

  “Harley calls me Benji. Only she can call me that too,” he clips. It’s statements like that, that make me think he cares for her more than me.

  “Hmm, I’m going to be late,” I mumble, tucking my hair behind my ear.

  “Farrah,” he says my name as if he’s angry. I turn, looking at him. He’s propped up on his elbows, his hard chest shirtless and covered in skull tattoos.

  “What?” I snap, my hand on my hip. His face wrinkles in anger and he climbs off the bed. His morning wood swings freely. I take a step back, my body pressing against the wall behind me. I know this game, he’s going to fuck me against this wall, and I’ll be satisfied and Harley will come forward.

  Well, not this time.

  Glaring down at me, he fists my ass cheek. I wince, my butt feels bruised. I look down and notice red prints on my backside. Where the hell did those come from?

  He breathes on my neck, and I feel myself opening up to him. No. I press my palms against his bare chest, pushing him back.

  “I was wondering when you’d come to save your damsel in distress,” I sass, and his chest tenses beneath my palm. I struck a nerve.

  “I like what you did to Harley’s hair,” he compliments. “The darkness suits—”

  “My hair.” I correct him.

  He sighs, turning around. I can’t help but look at his hard ass. You could bounce a quarter off that thing.

  My eyes catch scratch marks down his back and I furrow my brows. I know we didn’t have sex, so who’d he fuck?

  “You should have called me when you came to the light, Farrah,” he snaps, the playfulness in his voice gone. I’ve had sex with Benjamin a couple of times, but I was desperate for a man’s touch, paired with his refusal to let me sleep with anyone other than him. Otherwise, I’d have Viper wrapped around my finger.

  “Why, so you and Harley can out me?” I sneer, grabbing a lilac dress from the closet. I’m surprised Harley didn’t burn these when she had the chance.

  “Harley has never been to school, you guys shouldn’t be here,” he growls, his thick brows pulled inward with concern. He’s right, Harley and I never went to school, how could we with our condition. I have to say though, I’m loving it here. We really missed out on a lot of things.

  “Relax, I’ve been here most of the time and I must say it hasn’t been all bad.” I wink. Just thinking about all the things the professor and I did sends a tingle in between my thighs.

  “You have a … thing for the professor, don’t you?” he says with a jealous tone.

  I look over my shoulder with a devilish smile.

  “Aww, Benjamin are we jealous?” I tease.

  “It’s not what Harley would want,” he says confidently. He knows her so well as if he doesn’t know me at all. It stings really, yet this game of defiance is so fun I can’t help but make him chase me. Maybe one day he’ll stop making Harley take those pills and I will be here permanently. We can run away together to a resort on a beach. Fuck all day and make love all night.

  “Well, good thing I’m not Harley,” I reply, grabbing for the concealer to cover up the tattoos on my arms.

  A hand suddenly grips my wrist, stopping me. The touch hard and firm.

  “But aren’t you?”

  My eyes slowly rise to his. He knows I hate it when he refers to me as Harley. I’m not her. She’s… biker trash, a hood rat thug, and I’m… classier than that. I have ambition.

  “When exactly did you come about, Farrah?” he asks with a tilted head, his voice laced with tension. Him questioning my existence angers me.

  I snatch my hand from his. Ever since he came along, he’s been trying to control me, make me his and I hate it.

  “Why does it matter? I’m here, nothing you can do about that…” I purse my lips.

  “Is it because of her mother?” He ignores my taunting. “That’s the only thing I don’t know about Harley is when it comes to her mom. She shuts down whenever I ask, or smiles and acts like everything was perfect growing up.”

  I laugh so hard I double over. I’m suddenly slammed against the wall, and my laugh fades.

  “I swear to God, if Harley wasn’t in there somewhere I’d kill you right here,” he seethes.

  “Tell me something about Harley’s mother and now. I’m fucking sick of not getting answers and the way you just laughed… I can tell you know something,” he growls in my face, and my stomach knots, a cold sweat breaking down my spine. I’ve never seen Benjamin so angry before. Turning my he
ad, I bite my bottom lip. Contemplating telling him anything about Harley’s mother, after all, her mother is why I was created.

  A little girl abused and neglected so her mother could get her rocks off in the other room. Taunted and ridiculed because a six-year-old wasn’t doing tricks for money and helping pay rent.

  Harley’s mother resented everything she was, and the only way that little girl could keep the innocence about her… was me.

  He gives me a curt shake, jostling the breath from my lungs.

  “Harley’s mother was anything but perfect,” I finally spill, my eyes meeting his. “She was a whore, but wanted Harley to be more of a girl and less like… her dad,” I breathe as if a weight had been released from my chest.

  “That’s when you were made… to cope with her mother,” he mumbles under his breath. My heart beats faster that he put two and two together so quickly. “I can only imagine the shit that was done to her for you to be made.” He shakes his head, his eyes looking at me with annoyance.

  “She doesn’t remember much of it, but what she does might have something to do with why she tries so hard to defy her feelings for you.” I shrug, just pulling shit from the air now.

  Letting go of me, I rub my throat and stare at him with curious eyes.

  “You need to take your meds,” he insists, snatching orange bottles off the desk beside the bed. Anger boils beneath the surface that he wants me out of here just when I got here.

  Grabbing my backpack off the chair, I roll my eyes.

  “Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”

  “She’s going to kill him, you know. You’re wasting your time,” he informs bitterly. I stop, my fingers tickling the doorframe as I stare at a naked Shadow Keeper in my dorm room. “I’ll kill him,” he threatens, talking about the professor. “You may think you’re not mine, but think again.”

  The vindication in his tone brings goosebumps racing along my skin.

  “I have no doubt you two will kill him. That’s what you do,” I whisper, Harley and him have been partners in crime since I can remember.