by Brook Wilder
“So, what brings you back to Charleston? I thought you hated it here and wanted to get as far away from the MC as possible.”
“You know, work. I found a better job here.”
“That’s good.” I felt like there was more, something she wasn’t telling me.
“Yeah, I think so. So, are you still seeing that same girl you were with last time I was here? What was her name – Lilly, Jill, something like that?” Her cheeks flushed as she fumbled through all the wrong names.
“Lilian,” I corrected her. “And no. She, um . . . . There was an accident, and she didn’t make it.”
“Oh, Dax, I’m so sorry.” She leaned towards me and put her hand on mine. Her touch was still as soft and comforting as it had always been.
“You know, it’s been a couple of years.” I shook my head, dismissing the need for concern.
“What happened?”
“We think it was the Wild Kids. No, we’re pretty sure it was them. They targeted her to get to me.”
“I guess that explains the heightened alert around here, huh?”
She took another sip of her beer and stared at the bottle for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. Then, she turned to me with something on the tip of her tongue. I watched her expression as she tried to find a way to tell me what she was thinking, until she finally came out with it.
“Frank left about three years ago. He packed up and hit the road while I was out of town, and honestly, that was why I started looking at other places for work. I couldn’t handle being there any longer, knowing that my ex-fiancé was wandering the city with something new on his arm every week.”
I chuckled. “That sucks, but hey, if he’d hung around, you could be married to a guy named Frank right now.”
“True story.” She laughed. It was a deep, genuine laugh. “I guess I dodged a bullet on that one.”
It felt good to laugh with her again. We continued drinking and talking even through dinner that evening. We eventually moved beyond catching up and reminiscing; we started rehashing old inside jokes and found them just as funny now as they had been before. We avoided the obvious topic, though – being thrust back together and trying to balance our separate lives while being in close proximity day after day.
“I’m glad you’re here.” Fawn’s words came out of nowhere. She’d finished eating and took a long drink from her bottle, emptying it. She stuck it on the bar next to her other empties. Then, she turned and faced me, her eyes staring directly at me, focusing on me.
I started to say something, like how I was glad she was home, but her gaze stopped me. She reached for my hand again, taking it in hers and holding it this time. She wasn’t merely talking for the sake of making small talk. There was an intensity in her deep brown eyes that told me what she was saying went deeper than any casual, polite remark.
I glanced around the room. Most of the guys had cleared out, the ones who could drive at least. I’d been so entranced by her voice and her smile that I hadn’t even heard the bikes as people left the clubhouse. A few had stopped by to speak on their way out, but it hadn’t seemed like that many until I saw the nearly empty room.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested. “Let’s get out of here so we can talk in private.”
I felt the desire to take her away from everyone suddenly, to have her to myself. We’d never done anything before, never fooled around or anything, though I was certain there were some people who knew us who would have sworn up and down we had. Still, our history was so thick that as she slipped off the stool and followed me upstairs to my room, it felt like I was returning to something – someone – comfortable and reliable.
Fawn was more than that though.
“Yeah, I don’t guess you’re driving me home tonight, huh?” She smirked as I closed the door to my room. She walked backwards to my bed, kicking her shoes off, and crashed onto the unmade sheets and covers when she reached it.
“Probably not,” I agreed. We weren’t exactly drunk, but neither one of us was in any shape to leave the clubhouse.
“That’s fine. It’s nice not to have to worry about all of that tonight, you know? I needed a break.” She let out a long sigh and lay back, staring up at the ceiling.
I kicked off my boots and fell onto the bed next to her. She laughed as the bed shook and looked at me. All of the nostalgia was gone. In that moment, we were looking at each other as we were, as two people who had spent years apart and were finally faced with being reunited. I was doing a hell of a job keeping her safe, I told myself. I’d have a few more drinks than I should have, and I was letting myself get pulled in.
“I should get up.” I started to push myself upright on the bed, but she grabbed my vest and stopped me.
“No. This is right.”
Everything stopped as I looked down into her face. There was no need to get up, no job to worry about doing. There was only this moment between us. I leaned down, her eyes and hands pulling me towards her, and our lips met. It was the first time we’d kissed – the first kiss was always the best.
Her lips were soft, but they weren’t inexperienced. She kissed like someone who knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. She kissed slowly, pulling back and letting her lips close against mine as we parted.
“I’m sorry.” I started to back away, unsure of why I was apologizing other than because it felt like the right thing to do – I was anything but sorry. Her hands tightened around my cut and held me in place.
“Don’t be sorry, Dax.” She bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow like something was troubling her; then she told me what it was. “I have a confession to make: I’ve had a crush on you for years.”
I didn’t want to take the chance to ruin this opportunity with more explanations, so instead of saying anything, I let my body respond. I leaned back in and kissed her again, putting an arm around behind her, holding her to me. I slid over on top of her, pressing myself against her, both of our bodies still clothed. She parted her legs to receive me and I started grinding my hips against hers. It seemed unreal, finally kissing the one who got away. I wasn’t going to miss this chance for the world.
I kissed her lips, her chin, down her neck. She moaned and arched her back, reaching her hands down to my belt. She started unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, and she pulled me out, stroking me with those soft, long fingers. Her touch took my breath away and made my heart skip a beat. Holy shit, this was what I’d been missing out on?
This was something that should have happened years ago, I told myself.
I grabbed her jeans and pulled them down. She wasn’t wearing a belt, so they slid nicely over her hips, exposing the lace panties underneath. I took her shirt then and pulled it off over her head, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts – they couldn’t have been any better if I had designed them myself.
“Oh god, Dax, I want you so bad.” Her hands were running up and down my back as I kissed down from her neck between her tits, holding them in my hands – gripping and squeezing them, rubbing them, running my fingers across the fabric of her bra as I did so.
I pulled down the straps of her bra and reached behind her to unclasp it. I pulled it off and took her back in my hands as my lips encircled one of her nipples. My tongue flicked the hardening flesh as I sucked, pulling her into my mouth. She sucked her breath in through her teeth and arched her back again.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her voice little more than a gasp, a whisper.
I kissed down her smooth, flat stomach to the waistline of her panties. Then, hooking my fingers over the tops of the sides, I pulled down, and I saw her hairless mound, the soft pink folds of skin between her legs, for the first time. I pulled her panties off, sliding them slowly down her smooth legs.
“Are you just going to look at me, or are you going to fuck me?” she asked as I stood up, letting my jeans and boxers fall to the floor.
I shrugged off my cut and pulled my shirt off over my head. It seemed like such a small thing, but it was the
first time I’d been naked with a partner in a couple of years. Usually, things happened so abruptly that I didn’t even take the time to take off my clothes. There was usually no need, but this wasn’t typical. This was Fawn.
As I reached over to the nightstand to pull a condom out of the drawer, she sat up and took me in her hand again, those fingers wrapping around me and sliding up and down my shaft. It was all I could do not to bust right there in her face. I looked down as she kissed the tip of my head and parted her lips to take my length into her mouth.
“Oh, that’s it right there.” I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, guiding her with a hand on the back of her head. I gently pushed her down and let her slide up along my shaft, sucking hard as she did.
She kept her fingers around my base, stroking the lower portion of my shaft while her mouth pulled the rest of me. She looked up at me and released me from her lips with a couple of pumps of her hand. She lay back as I opened the condom and rolled it down my length, covering myself. I may have used sex as a way to avoid serious relationships, but I hadn’t been an idiot.
“Mmm.” A dirty little grin spread across her face while she stared at my cock in my hand. She spread her legs and parted her lips with her fingers, showing herself to me, making sure I could see all of her. With her other hand, she beckoned me with one of her long, slender fingers.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” I spoke in a low, heavy tone as I climbed onto the bed, holding the base of my shaft to guide myself into her. I pressed against her opening, and as I felt her spreading around me to accept my girth, I thrust myself into her.
“Shit.” She gasped and threw her arms around me. As I dipped into her, she put her thin legs around my hips and held me tight against her. Underneath me, she started rocking her hips, grinding my cock inside her.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I told her. “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”
“All for you, baby.”
I felt her muscles tighten around me, not only the tightening of her entrance around my shaft but her legs, her arms, and even her stomach, pressed hard against my body. I drove myself into her, again and again, our bodies rubbing against each other, my chest against her tits, my hips against hers.
“All for you. Oh god, Dax.” Her breathing became more labored as she gushed around my cock. I could already feel her getting close to orgasm.
I pushed myself deep into her and held myself there, grinding my hips into hers. Her thighs trembled and her hands dug into my hair as she arched her back again, hard. She seemed to stop breathing for a moment as her entire body tensed up. It was like she was about to explode.
And then she did. I could feel her warmth growing around me. Her muscles worked hard, gripping me, pulling me into her. She whimpered and moaned, and rocked her hips as ecstasy rolled through her body. Her grip on me brought me ever closer to my own climax, as I could feel it climbing my shaft.
“I’m cumming,” I told her. “Fuck, I’m about to cum, Fawn.”
“Yes, baby, cum for me.”
Her voice was what did it. Knowing that it was her beneath me, and not someone else, did it. When she opened her eyes and looked into my face, I came, filling the rubber around my shaft. I pressed myself into her, drawing back slowly and thrusting in again. I emptied myself, feeling her tighten around me the whole time.
“Oh god.” She shuddered again, the aftershocks of her orgasm rocking her body.
I slid out slowly, pulling my length out inch by inch through her opening, and I watched as I passed between her lips. I rolled over next to her and pulled off the full condom, and I tossed it into the trashcan next to the bed. She ran a hand along my chest and rolled over towards me, letting me take her in my arms.
She didn’t say anything. She rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes, and within a few moments, I could feel her whole body heaving as she took deep, heavy breaths, drifting off to sleep. I kissed the top of her head, and closed my eyes, knowing for sure that when I woke up in the morning, this would all be a dream.
A very good dream.
CHAPTER FOUR
Fawn
“Hey, Fawn, hold up!”
Dax climbed off his motorcycle and followed me up to my door while I fished my keys out of my purse. I took a deep breath. I knew what was coming. My nerves had been anticipating this conversation all day at work. It had been my first day working in Charleston, and I had the jitters because of what had happened with my childhood best friend the night before. Not to mention, I was feeling sluggish from having too many drinks with him back at the clubhouse.
Dammit, Dax, this wasn’t what I wanted to happen when I came home.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in and let me see the new place?”
I laughed and looked down at my feet. I felt myself blushing, but it had nothing to do with inviting him inside; it was because I knew what he was doing. He wasn’t asking to be let in because he wanted to see the condo – well, maybe he did, but it wasn’t the only reason. He wanted in so we could talk about what happened.
“Maybe we could break it in a little bit,” he added when I didn’t reply right away.
“It’s not really company-ready yet. I’ve still got a lot of unpacking and stuff to do.” There wasn’t much unpacking left, but there was still a mess of mostly unpacked boxes left lying around. Carson had taken a bunch off my hands before we went to the clubhouse the day before, but, honestly, that wasn’t the problem.
My heart raced, pounding hard and fast in my chest. I wanted him to accept the excuse and move on. I wanted the conversation to be over without having to face him over what we did at the clubhouse. Regardless of the state of my house, I wasn’t ready to take the conversation – or anything else, for that matter – inside.
I’d been thinking about how to address it since he’d taken me to get my car that morning, but I hadn’t been able to come up with anything. I knew we couldn’t pretend nothing happened and expect it to go away; we weren’t kids anymore. But I needed some time to process it. Unlike Dax, I wasn’t good with going with the flow, no matter how much I tried to play that part in front of the guys from the MC.
“Fawn, this is me you’re talking to. Do you really think I care about a few boxes strewn across your floor or anything like that? I mean, c’mon. We’re closer than that.” He looked at me with those sparkling eyes and that daring smile, the same face that got us in trouble so many times as kids, and my knees damn near buckled underneath me.
“It’s not that, Dax.” And I took the wind out of my own sails. I’d opened the door to talk about what happened, and it felt like I’d been holding my breath all day, trying to keep it back. Well, now it was safe to talk about it, and I knew he was bound to take the bait. He wasn’t about to drop it and walk away.
“I know.” He nodded, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes.
What are you doing, Fawn? Enjoy this moment with him. I admonished myself for letting him down, but what else was I going to do? Neither one of us was ready for a relationship. There was no way anything between us would have worked out, not then at least.
“I’m sorry about last night.” It was obvious he wasn’t in the same place I was about it. He’d been pretty excited about what had happened between us, and I had taken that away from him. Where I saw a problem and nothing but conflict ahead, he saw promise apparently.
He turned to walk away, but stopped as he took the first step down. He looked back over his shoulder at me. He didn’t quite make eye contact, but I could tell he was looking in my direction.
“I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you, Fawn. That was wrong, and I’m sorry.” He looked like a sad puppy dog as he started to walk away again.
“Dax, no. It’s not like that.” I stepped to the edge of my porch and stood at the top of the steps. Part of me wanted to run down and grab him, to take him in my arms and cry out an apology on his chest while I begged him to forget everything I’d said. I hated
myself for letting him make me feel that way. I had to stand my ground and not back down, not let him make me feel guilty for the way I felt.
“Then how is it?” He looked up at me, his eyes looking as defeated as his tone sounded.
“We got caught up in the moment. No one was in the wrong.” Why did I feel like I was pleading with him? Why did it feel like I was apologizing for the way I felt?
“So what are you saying?” He came back up to stand in front of me.
I lowered my voice, not wanting to air out our business in front of all of my new neighbors. “I’m saying you didn’t take advantage of me. I was as willing as you were, but we should leave things as they are now.”
He nodded while I talked. “Okay. Message received. I’ll make sure there are a couple of guys keeping an eye on the condo while you’re home, and I’ll see you tomorrow?”
