by Erin Trejo
“Thought it was a manhole?” She looks around her legs at me.
“Not much of a shrimp dick huh?” The more I toy with her the tighter she gets.
“Who’s out there?” I hear that voice again. Shit I know that voice. Sheriff asshole is on his way. That’s all I need to go to jail for fucking this girl in public.
“You better hurry if you don’t want the Sheriff to see you bent over with my cock in you,” I warn her. I move my hands back to her hips and pick up my pace knowing I don’t need that damn charge on my ass. A few more strokes and I feel her tense. Her body trembles as she comes undone around my cock. Blow after blow I fill the condom until I can’t take anymore. Pulling out of her quickly, I drag my jeans up my legs and buckle up. I slide the condom off through the zipper as I watch Skye hurrying to put her clothes back on. I grab her hand and head back toward the diner just as the Sheriff walks toward us.
“You two. What the hell are you doing out here?” He snaps. I twirl the used condom around on my fingertip as I whistle a little tune and shrug at him. I don’t stop to make small talk. I just want to get back to the apartment and figure shit out.
“You’re insane you know that?” Skye snaps as I toss the condom in the diner’s dumpster. I shrug my shoulder and walk past her toward the car holding my hand out for the keys.
“You drove here, I can drive home.”
“I don’t fuckin’ like ridin’ in this shit to begin with so if I have to I’m fuckin’ drivin’,” I snap at her keeping my hand out.
“Are you always wound this tight? Huh? Even a quick fuck didn’t calm you down?” She questions me. I glare at her before moving into her space. I back her against her car, trapping her there with very little wiggle room.
“I take my job seriously. You are my job. I have to stay alert and focused.”
“Was fucking me part of your job?” I can see the anger in those beautiful eyes.
“Part of the job description, darlin’.” Her mouth falls open as I grab the keys from her hand. Giving her a little shove I climb in and start the car waiting on her to get in. She finally does and I take off out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. I need to talk this shit over with the guys. If we’re protecting her from something that’s mafia related, we need more than what we have. Right now we have minimal guns and ammo. Fighting a fucking mafia is going to take a lot more manpower than the three of us assholes. As I drive I risk a glance at Skye and watch her wipe a tear from her cheek while she stares out the window. Leave it to me to fuck something up. I’m good at that shit. As soon as we pull into the complex, I kill the engine and turn to look at her.
“Skye, I don’t know what to say.” Clearly that wasn’t right either judging by her reaction. She huffs out a breath, climbs out of the car and runs toward the door.
8
Skye
I repeat the words stupid stupid stupid over and over in my head as I stand in the shower that’s long turned cold. I shouldn’t have let him touch me. Why did I do that? Am I that fucking desperate to feel something that I let an asshole like Keaton fuck me? I hate myself for doing it. I hate him for doing it but in the end I could have said no. I climb out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel before pulling the door open. When I walk out and head toward my room, I’m startled to find Brick sitting on the edge of my bed with his head in his hands. Brick and I have gotten pretty close over the last few weeks. He’s friendly and talks to me but he also listens and doesn’t judge like Keaton seems to.
“You okay?” I ask watching as he lifts his head. His eyes roam from the bottom of the towel to the top making my heart race.
“Fuck, Skye. I just needed a minute to be alone so I came in here. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come in your space,” he says quickly before standing from the bed and walking toward the door.
“Brick, come on. I don’t mind. Are you okay?” I ask again. He shakes his head and motions for me to come sit on the bed next to him. Without another thought, I do.
“Keaton told me who you are, Skye.” His words sound pained.
“I wanted to tell you guys but I didn’t think it would matter,” I confess.
“It’s not that you didn’t tell us. It’s that you’re a DeLuca Skye.” What the hell does that even mean?
“And?”
“Jokers Wild MC. That’s my home, always has been. I’m not like Keaton. I have brothers that rely on me. I have people that I would kill for, Skye,” he says his eyes dropping to the floor. My heart hammers inside of me. I don’t like the eerie feeling that’s slowly slipping its way under my skin.
“What does that have to do with me?” I ask softly not sure I want the answer to that. Brick blows out a breath before shifting to face me. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, his eyes searching mine.
“Many years ago my mother was killed. She was runnin’ around with the wrong people. She got mixed up in a lot of shit. Your family killed her, Skye. The fuckin’ DeLuca’s killed her for bein’ in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he says as a tear slides down his cheek. I want to pull away. I want to run but when I look in his eyes I’m lost.
“I’m so sorry, Brick. I never wanted to be a part of that life.”
“But you are!” His voice rises a little higher.
“I would never want your family dead, Brick,” I say but before I can finish his lips crash into mine. His kiss is nothing like Keaton’s. It’s hard and rough but full of hostility where Keaton is full of lust. The door creaks but Brick doesn’t stop. I can hear someone stomping through the apartment before a door slams.
“What the fuck?” Can be heard and I recognize the voice as Davis’ yet still Brick doesn’t stop. He leans into me, trying to push me down onto the mattress but I shove him back.
“Stop,” I mumble around his all too consuming lips. Brick pulls back, his eyes wild. It’s almost like he’s in a trance or lost in himself.
“You don’t want me?” He asks harshly. I grip the towel tighter but can’t form words on my lips. I know what my brain is telling me but I can’t make it form coherent words so I just stare at him. He nods his head slowly as if he understands what’s going on in my head but he couldn’t possibly.
“I’m sorry, Brick. I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” I tell him as gently as I can. What kind of whore would that make me? I just fucked or got fucked by Keaton.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be outside if you need me,” he says before shoving off the bed. His eyes are still wild and he seems to be coming unhinged. I watch him walk out of my room before I quickly grab a t-shirt and shorts and slide them on. As soon as I walk toward the door, I can hear the men arguing. It sounds like Davis and Brick. I walk slowly into the living room to see them in a standoff of some kind.
“Everything okay?” I ask trying to diffuse the situation. Davis looks over at me and gives me a nod before turning back to Brick. The tension is thick as hell so I opt out of the whole thing.
“Mind if I grab a smoke?” I ask Davis nodding toward the pack on the table.
“Of course not. Help yourself darlin’.” He never once looks over at me. I reach for the pack and find a rolled up joint amongst the cigarette. Figuring he won’t mind, I pull that and a smoke out before heading toward the door. When I step outside the night air rushes around me, blowing my hair slightly. I walk to the edge of the walkway and bring the joint to my lips and light it. I inhale and choke a little. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually smoked this shit.
“Where the fuck did you get that?” His voice startles me. I jolt nearly dropping the joint on the ground.
“Borrowed it,” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“Boyfriend give it to you?” He says plucking it from my fingers and bringing it to his lips.
“He isn’t my boyfriend.”
“Not what it looked like to me,” he growls blowing smoke from his lips.
“You were outside the door?” I ask knowing now that it was him.
“Sa
w it all.”
“Keaton, it’s not what you think,” I say reaching for his arm. He pulls it away quickly and glares at me.
“Don’t worry, princess. I can handle doin’ my job while you’re fuckin’ him.” His words are like a slap to the face. My body trembles as the air begins to blow harder. Keaton passes the joint back to me but I don’t take it. He holds it there, watching the sky instead of me.
“He kissed me. He said things that I didn’t know, Keaton. I didn’t want him to.” Dropping the joint to the ground, he stubs it out with his boot before walking past me. My stomach tumbles as my chest constricts. The wind picks up, thunder booming through the sky. I look up as rain begins to fall. Lightening streaks through the dark sky causing me to jolt. Keaton stands out in the parking lot the rain soaking his body. His shaggy hair sticks to his face. I walk toward him jumping with each clap of thunder.
“I don’t want him, Keaton,” I say as I brush the wet hair away from my face. He doesn’t look at me but I move to stand in front of him anyway.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because it doesn’t, Skye! You’re a fuckin’ job and when the job is over I’m outta here. You want this life. You love it here, you told me yourself. You don’t even know shit about me!” He’s right but that doesn’t matter. I know what I feel when I’m around him.
“So you give up on me?”
“Are you kiddin’ me? Give up on you? We aren’t even together, Skye! What the hell are you thinkin’?” he snaps loudly at me.
“Apparently nothing. I was wrong, I’m sorry I thought you were different, Keaton.” With that, I turn on my heel and head back toward the door.
“I’ve killed people,” he calls out behind me. My head falls forward and I blow out a breath.
“You know who my family is,” I say. Lifting my head I keep walking until I’m near the door. In a flash of lightning and thunder I’m spun around and slammed against the brick of the building. A gasp is pushed from my lungs as Keaton stares into my eyes.
“I’m not good at this shit, Skye. I don’t do relationships. I don’t get involved with my jobs,” he tells me, his eyes burning straight to my core.
“I’ve never had someone look at me the way you do.” Keaton shakes his head before lowering his forehead to mine. The rain pounds against us but all that matters is this moment.
“I don’t like not knowin’, Skye. I need to know everything that you know and even after all this is over; I don’t know how to make it work.” His admission strikes me right in the heart.
“I don’t know anything more than I told you. I’m sorry, Keaton.” His breathing is heavy but his eyes are still wild with fear of the unknown. I lean in and press my lips to his for a second. When I pull back we’re both at odds. Neither of us know what to say so I break the intensity and turn heading back inside.
9
Keaton
I’ve watched her work with a smile on her face. I’ve watched her go to her room right after work. I’ve watched the light slowly fade from her eyes. I’d like to say that it didn’t have anything to do with me but deep down I know it’s a lie.
“You want some?” I ask her holding out the pizza box we ordered earlier. Skye sits on the edge of the couch looking like she may want to bolt right from the room. It’s been uncomfortable to be around each other and the way Brick looks at her pisses me off. Davis has been occupied with Ruby which doesn’t bother me at all. I take my time and chew as Skye reaches over and pulls a slice from the box. She curls her legs under her body and she takes little bites off her pizza. The air in the room is thick with it just being me, her and Brick in here. I hate that tension too especially between me and Brick. We’re friends and brothers before anything else and the thought of that breaking down over some girl is weighing heavily on my mind.
“How much longer are you needed here?” Skye speaks up and asks. I turn my head to look over at her, her long hair piled up on her head, her eyes a little darker than normal.
“Until I get the call that says I’m not.” I don’t give her much information. Havent really had any myself over the last couple weeks. A few seconds here and there telling me we’re still needed and here I am.
“This is bullshit,” she smarts off tossing her pizza on the table before standing and heading toward the door. I watch her grab her keys before walking out, the door slamming behind her.
“Think we should go get her?” Brick asks taking a pull from his beer. I shake my head, “Nah. Davis ain’t gonna let her go anywhere.” Brick nods agreeing with me.
“I know you feel somethin’ for her,” Brick says after a short silence. This isn’t what I want to be doing right now. I don’t want to debate this shit with him. I scratch at the stubble on my jaw before looking over at him.
“Makes no difference. It’s work, yeah?”
“Makes a difference to her,” he adds.
“I don’t wanna do this, Brick. Not with you, brother.”
“Ain’t doin’ shit. I’m here for a job. She’s all yours, brother. Chick don’t look at me like she does you.” Fuck! This is why I don’t mess with my jobs! I’m about to open my mouth when something outside explodes. The windows rattle and Skye’s screams pierce the silence. Brick and I both leap from the couch and run out the door. Just as I step out Skye collides with me. Her arms around my neck, her screams piercing my ears as she cries into my chest.
“What the fuck happened?” I look to Davis. He stands there looking at Skye’s car as it burns in the parking lot.
“Shit fuckin’ blew, man. She was about to ignore me and go over there and it just fuckin’ blew!” His eyes are wild as he watches the flames no doubt as pissed as I feel. My body is tense as Brick looks to me.
“Run the fuckin’ area. Davis call the goddamn Sheriff out here. I’m takin’ her inside. We don’t know if anyone is still around.” The guys nod and get set on following my orders as I usher a shaking Skye back inside her apartment. Her body trembles as the cries become louder.
“Skye,” I say her name trying to calm her if only slightly.
“Skye, look at me.” She finally looks up at me and I sigh when I see her tear stained face.
“I need you to trust me now. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” I cup her cheeks in my hands as she stares up at me.
“Fuck me, Keaton.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake. Kill me,” Davis mumbles grabbing his cigarettes from the table and walking back out. When the fuck did he even come in? I grunt at his comment but when I look at Skye, I can see the lust and need in her. It isn’t that she’s completely scared she just wants to feel.
“Not a good time, darlin’. Sheriff will be on his way as well as the fire department,” I tell her but she doesn’t listen. Her lips near mine and my mind runs wild. My cock strains in my jeans and the thought of being inside of her again takes my breath away.
“You held back last time,” she says confusing me a little.
“What are you talkin’ about?”
“You held back, Keaton. I want to see you lose control. Lose control with me,” she practically begs me. Her breath lingers on my skin and as something creeps its way up my spine. The way her eyes hold a power over me, I want to scream and shove her away but I can’t. I take a step closer her to, closing all space between us.
“If I start, I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop.”
“Fuck me, Keaton,” she says once more.
“Do you trust me?” Her eyes burn into me with so much heat I feel like I’m melting under her gaze before she nods her head. My hands find their way to her hips, clamping down roughly. Pulling her body against my hard cock, she moans lightly.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and talk to Sheriff assfuck and once he’s gone, I’m gonna send the guys out on perimeter watch. When we get back inside this apartment you will fuckin’ be naked and on that bed waitin’ for me. Understand?” Her eyes stay locked with mine but her h
and moves between us. Watching her carefully, she slides her hand into the top of her shorts and straight between her legs. The moan that escapes her lips is doing nothing more than making me want to fuck her right here and now. I can only take so much.
“You wanna come that bad?” I ask raising an eyebrow. She nods her head, biting her lip. Pushing her back toward the couch, she falls once her legs hit the edge. Her comes free of her shorts as I kneel in front of her.
“Better make I quick, I can hear the sirens,” I warn her as I yank her shorts down her legs. Skye watches me, her lip still between her teeth. I lean down licking a path over her thigh to that spot I want so goddamn much. Skye moans and wiggles on the couch when I grab her legs and slide her closer. Tossing both legs over my shoulders I lean in and lick that sweet taste off her. My tongue glides in and out of her as I press my thumb against that bundle of nerves and start to circle it.
“Oh fuck!” Skye groans making me chuckle.
“Later, baby.”
My mouth gets to work licking and flicking, sucking and probing. Her body rocks against my face, her hands yank at my hair. The door opens but I don’t stop and neither does she.
“Fuckin’ kill me now. Sheriff’s here,” Davis mutters before the door closes again. I dive deeper moving my thumb I suck her clit into my mouth and pull and tug. Slipping two fingers inside of her, she writhes on the couch so fucking close to exploding.
“You don’t want the sheriff to catch you again do you?” I whisper against her sensitive body. My fingers thrust into her until there’s nowhere left for them to go when I bite down on her clit. Her walls clench and pull as she burst around me. I lick up every drop of her only slowing my fingers. When I her body goes limp on the couch, I pull my fingers out and climb up.
“Get your shorts on. We got an asshole to deal with,” I tell her as I stick my fingers in my mouth and suck everything off them. Skye watches me panting for air as she pulls her shorts back up. Once she’s standing I reach for her, jerking her into my side and head toward the door.
