by A. C. Bextor
“End result is…” letting go of my body entirely, he steps back, looking at me while confessing, “I fucked her and they weren’t broken up when I did it.”
Instinct has me pushing at his chest to get him further away from me. Immediately, I want to find Ace and get him as far from Hayden as I can. The thinking is irrational considering I know the two are friends now, so after taking a breath and feeling Hayden squeeze my fists in his hands, I wait for further explanation.
“We worked it out. It was a long time ago, and it took a long time for us to get back any kind of friendship. Toby and Travis had to talk us through a lot of shit. I was drunk as fuck and the bitch I had lined up for the night ended up puking up her night’s share of drinks and passing out in the ladies room. I was left drunk, pissed off, and horny. You’ve only known me two weeks, but I also know you can put that shit together that this isn’t a good combination and not one I’m used to.”
I roll my eyes, and I feel my nose flare at him in anger. “Go on…”
“She cornered me in the parking lot. Apparently, I thought I was sober and I had planned to drive home. I’m ashamed to admit she didn’t have to work for it, either.”
I feel my heart literally breaking in my chest for Ace. Standing on my tiptoes, I’m still not tall enough because he’s craning his neck to his full height on purpose to avoid me, but it doesn’t stop me from calling his ass out. I don’t care if this betrayal happened when they were eight and playing baseball at the school. I’m pissed, and right now I’m the captain of “Team Ace” so shoving my finger in his face, I scream at him. “You’re an asshole!”
His face is drowning in shame. With defeat, he straightens and continues. “I know this, and I’ve never forgiven myself, but Rae, I swear to you she was a slut. She had been fucking Ace over for a year without him knowing it. He had no idea.”
Defeat and shame do nothing in way of pity for him. Animals in the wild have more respect for another’s mate. I’m still pissed. “A good deed, Hayden? Really? Is this what you’re claiming now? You saved Ace by sleeping with her?”
Calm lingering in his voice, there’s no insult in his words, just brutal truth. “I know where you’ve come from too, Cherry. Don’t pass judgment on me for a bad decision. That’s fucked and we both know it.”
I don’t respond. Ace must’ve told him about my past and although this should upset me, it doesn’t. I made decisions, and I live up to those. I own them; they’re mine. I just want to find Ace.
Standing back, I push Hayden to the side and make my way back to the bar. When I find Ace, he’s alone. He looks no less pissed off and stressed out than I feel. Luckily for me, it seems Blonde and Red vanished and found new friends. This leaves Hayden alone for the night. It’s no less than he deserves; pity for him.
“Cherry? What’s wrong? What happened?” His eyes dart quickly and methodically, searching my body for physical injury.
Shit, how to explain. I start to open my mouth, but there’s no need for words; Hayden does it for me. “Kenna’s here. Clocked her on a biker near the stage.”
Ace’s eyes meet mine. This is something he didn’t want me to know about; something he’s deliberately kept hidden. “Where’s Toby?” Odd question, but this whole situation is jacked, so who am I to question.
“Marlee felt sick. They left in a rush.” Shelby, the bartender slash waitress, says over the crowd.
“What about Trav?” Ace asks, as a break in music gives us a brief reprieve.
Hayden answers casually before taking a drink from his fresh beer. “Said he may show later, but he worked today. Said he was beat.”
I can’t hold my tongue anymore. I’m more than frustrated with this whole scenario. “Are we seriously talking like nothing happened?” I turn my body into Ace’s as he sits on a stool, leaning his arm on the bar casually. “’Cause Hayden just told me about he and hooker having sex and I’m mad, Ace. I’m mad!”
Ace grabs my waist, pulls me into him and kisses the tip of my nose. I’m not a puppy!
Seeing my elementary school evil eye, mixed with a look of exasperation in response to his chaste kiss, he laughs. He’s laughing at me!
Meddling my way between his thighs, I get closer to him. Doing this, I hear Hayden chuckle behind me. “Ace, what’s funny? I don’t find it humorous. I mean, I’m not a guy, thank goodness, but…”
Ace grabs the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. I smell the beer on his breath, feel his hands dig into my hair, and watch his eyes smiling down at me. He rests his forehead on mine. “No, Cherry. You are most certainly not a guy. No ‘thank goodness’ about it, more like thank fuck.” He continues smiling and talking through this smile. “Baby, all that happened a fuck of a long time ago. Let it go. Hayden has, I have and now, you have.”
Mumbling out loud and apparently to no one, I state my defense. “I haven’t but whatever. You people wear me down, and it takes a lot to wear me down, Ace.”
Again, a chuckle from Hayden and a laugh from Ace. I’m enjoying the sound of the thankful camaraderie, but not for long.
This hooker isn’t going to go away without an exit interview, I see.
“Ace. Hayden. You two look well.” Hooker keeps her eyes on Hayden, looking him up and down as if she’s ordering from a menu and she’s found her main course.
Don’t think so.
Sticking my hand out between us for greeting, she looks at it as if it’s going to bite her, so I drop it quickly but continue my verbal greeting. “They do, don’t they? I’m Cherry. You are?”
“Cherry?” she says while looking me up and down, ending with an eye-roll before introduction. “I’m Kenna. I’m also one of the only girls around here who’s had the pleasure of each of them. What one doesn’t excel at the other makes up for, exceedingly.”
Seriously?
My mind goes back to a place I once was, a person I refuse to still be. It was a time that feels so long ago. I slip back into my whore role. I knew back then how to handle a brother, no matter his rank within the organization. If I wanted him, I was having him regardless of the competition. Sadey and Mace hated me for this exact determination, so in order not be ashamed of myself for it, I remind myself I’m doing this for Ace and kind of for Hayden. That said, I’m still super-pissed at him.
Wrapping my hand around Ace’s thigh, I move it as close to his cock as I can and rest it there. Then, with the other hand, I find the front of Hayden’s jeans, place my hand at his zipper and rub softly, mentally noting quickly that some lucky girl gets to spend the rest of her life enjoying that. I finish my act by making my statement to this hooker in heels. “Have you had them both… I mean, at the same time?”
Her face falls, all traces of confidence slipping away. She’s stunned at my actions; apparently, she’s used to running the hen house and happily hoarding the cocks that only come for her.
Not these cocks. Not anymore, sweetheart.
Wanting this bitch to flee so I can get back to enjoying standing so close to Ace, I finish. “Ahhhhmaazzzing! Fucking amazing. I’d offer to share, however I’m not about to let my men catch crabs down at the pond of pity.” Looking behind her, I move my neck in a dramatic club-whore fashion that I’m well-rehearsed with. “I think…” using my hand to shield my eyes from the stage lights, I find her biker and zone in, “if I’m not mistaken, it looks like you’ve been replaced.”
She looks back to where I’m staring, straightens her posture, and walks away toward her biker, who currently has his hand up another slut’s skirt, no one other than Hayden’s friend, Red.
Silence ascends our trio. I realize what I’ve just done and who I’ve done it in front of, and I have a moment of panic when I think that maybe Ace would be embarrassed of my actions in a public place.
I’m not left to contemplate long because the next thing I know, I’m being pulled back into Ace’s chest from behind. Hayden lets out a heavy gasp next to me as he blurts loudly in front of Shelby and anyone else standing
within a five-foot radius, “Oh, God, Ace. Please don’t kill me right now, but I think I’m hard.”
Ace bends his head into my ear, whispering softly. “So am I. We’re leaving; say goodbye, Cherry.”
Hayden catches my face as I feel it flush, not from his compliment, if that’s what that was, but from Ace’s voice and words. I’m certain my eyes are dancing, and it’s confirmed as Hayden’s wide, bright smile lights up and he states, “Fuck, Ace. You’re a rotten bastard. You’re about to get very lucky.”
Ace stands quickly and throws two twenties at Shelby for the tab. “I fuckin’ hope to hell you’re right, bro. Drinks are on me ‘til the money runs out. Talk to you tomorrow.”
As Ace drags me away from the bar by the hand, I struggle to keep up while looking back to wave goodbye to Hayden; he smiles and gives me a knowing wink. I’m holding in my laughter that I haven’t been able to release as I hear Hayden yell behind us for Ace. “I hate you. I fuckin’ hate you right now, asshole.”
Ace flips him off without turning around and continues leading us out the door.
“GET TO THE truck, Cherry.” My body is tense. I’m strung tight with frustration and left barely able to control my body from its ravenous shaking.
Her fuckin’ mouth and that body. Her territorial display in the bar has me worked up far past friendship and appreciation.
Watching her grab my thigh was a picture in itself. My eyes couldn’t look away from her brightly-red-painted fingernails as she squeezed me only a few inches away from my cock. I felt, really felt, her hands on me. What finally snapped my reigning control was watching as she reached for Hayden, resting her hands on him after she rubbed his cock under the zipper of his jeans. That hasty move pushed me over the edge of any reasonable thinking.
Her hands don’t belong on anyone but me.
People fuck. It’s part of life. The human connection, whether it’s intimate and meaningful or not, is a necessary element for a person to feel accepted and grounded to something or someone bigger than themselves. What Cherry and I are about to do, thanks to her, pushes that shit to a whole new level.
I want inside her. I want to feel her clenching, moaning, and writhing in passion, begging me for more as she lies beneath me, taking everything I have to give. Her hair splayed out gently across my pillow, her desperate breaths mingled with mine as I take her mouth, and her legs spread wide as I thrust into her as far as I can get until we’re both shattered and sated. I’m not using her body to satisfy my own hunger or need, not this time. I’m using my body to make her mine.
“Ace, please. Slow down. My shoes!”
Turning back to look at her on the way to the truck, I realize she’s visibly stressed. I can help solve this shit for her. “Jesus Christ. Fuck the shoes, Cherry. Lose ‘em.”
Pulling my hand back, she stops me as I continue dragging her along. “No! These are new, they’re expensive and they’re cute.”
Cute or not, fuck the shoes.
Rushing to her and wrapping my hand around the side of her neck, I pull her to me in a quick gesture. As her body slams into mine, I bend my neck, take her mouth, and find it warm, wet, and completely compliant. This was not thought out on my part as it only increases my urgency to have her.
Not wanting to have a debate about her fucking shoes while my cock is throbbing and my breathing is ragged, I pick her up like a screaming bratty child and carry her the rest of the way to my ride. Her laugh, although addicting, isn’t helping, either.
I’m going to make her mine.
Finally, once I reach the truck with her in my arms, I set her down near the passenger side door and use the key fob to unlock it.
Sensing my state, Cherry decides this is a good time to tempt me further. “Ace.” Her voice is sultry and seductive – wanting.
Fuck.
“Shut up. Don’t fuckin’ talk, goddamn it. The sound of your voice alone is killin’ me.” She blinks in surprise, although I’m unsure why; surely the woman can see what a tormented state I’m in right now.
Opening the door for her to get in, she stalls and stands between the seats she should be taking and me, searching my face with those dark-blue eyes that are drowning in lust.
“Ace.” She glances down to see the strain in my jeans and her eyebrows lift; at the same time, her tongue licks her full and now savagely kissed bottom lip. “I thought we were friends.”
“We’re about to be friends that fuck. Get in.”
“Is this a good idea?”
“Yes.” I can’t think of one better.
“We can always go back in and have a drink…” she says, pointing to the door of the bar. I grab her arm mid-air and press her hand into the painful strain of my cock.
Bending down, I get near her face and explain my feelings on her idea. “Fuck the drink, Cherry. Let’s go home.” Nodding my head behind her, I raise my voice slightly to get my point across. “Get in.”
Looking down at her beautiful face, I mentally debate. It wouldn’t take much effort on my part to move her ass into the back of the truck cab and take her there. I’m struggling to maintain control right now anyway, but out here, in a dark and open parking lot isn’t where I want this to happen; she deserves better.
Her eyes search mine before she offers yet another delay. “What if we took a walk? Maybe that would help.”
Searching the dark sky, my voice raises with the frustration I feel. “For the love of all that is good on this Earth, Cherry. You need to get in the fucking truck.”
Smiling at me, eyes dancing, she turns and give me a show of her ass as it sits under her tight skirt. She does what I tell her, getting up into the truck, but instead of seating herself where she knows she damn well should, she continues in, climbs between the front seats and has now adjusted herself in the back of the cab.
Neither of us says anything. I’m standing outside my ride with its door handle in my hand, my other hand bunched in a fist of absolute frustration. My head hangs down, looking at the ground as if I’m asking it to make this decision for me. I take in a breath and make the call.
Fuck it.
I hear the growl come from the back of my throat as I slam the front truck door in anger and open the back one before jumping in with a quick and furious movement. She’s sitting on the opposite side of the back cab’s bench, behind the driver’s seat, and she’s smiling at me with a look of innocence; she’s also doing a lousy job feigning ignorance.
“C’mere, Cherry.”
Slowly, she crawls across the leather, finding my body tense and rigid; she adjusts herself by spreading her thighs and sitting in my lap. Under her now-split skirt, I feel the warmth of her arousal through my jeans.
Running her hands through my hair and then down the sides of my face, she leans into me and puts her mouth to mine. She’s taking ownership, possessing, and by thrusting her tongue in and out, she’s exhausting me with slow, seductive movements. Her hips start to grind against me as my hands reach her waist, guiding her and setting the pace.
“Lift.” Shifting to her knees, she does what she’s told, using my shoulders for balance and pushing her chest in my face. The smell of her envelopes my senses and I’m forced to close my eyes and focus on what I’m doing. My hand makes its way under her skirt, finding her wet, so in one quick motion I rip the thong from her body, tossing it to the floor. “Take my cock, Cherry.”
“Ace, maybe we should…”
That voice. Christ, I’m barely holding back as it is, and she wants to taunt me with her voice. “Don’t talk. Get my jeans off.”
Her eyes widen and burn. She doesn’t hesitate; she’s as hungry for this as I am.
Unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, I lift slightly, allowing her to slide them down my thighs. As she climbs back onto me, I see her face and in the parking lot’s overhead lights, I watch as she smiles shyly.
Once again sitting on my lap, she holds my shoulders while I slide my hands up her back. Finding her skin hot to the touch, I
unclip her bra from behind. “Up.”
She raises her arms over her head and after taking off her shirt, I take away the bra and move my mouth to latch onto her breast, sucking it hard and enjoying it as it pebbles in excitement.
Using her knees to adjust, she seats herself on top of me and her warmth covers my cock in one slick and greedy motion. She moans at the connection as I fill her. Her head is tilted toward the truck’s sun roof, the moon casting a glow on her neck and shoulders.
“Go.” I give her the reins to take whatever she wants and thankfully this time, without hesitation, she does as I ask.
My body is heated as I sit back against the seat and watch her take my cock in and out of her small body with fevered motions. She’s tight, and I feel her insides clenching around me in her uncontrolled movement.
Sensing her impending release, I aim to slow her down with my words. Leaving one hand gripping her waist to stop her from moving, my other hand finds her face to cup her cheek. When it does, she leans into the security of its hold softly as she stops moving. “Do you have any idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are?”
She doesn’t answer. Her slight intake of breath is my only affirmation that she heard me. Once again, she slowly begins to pick up pace. When she finds the spot inside her, I feel her warmth clinch me in a tight vice and to avoid hurting her with my urgency and greed, I give her a warning. “Stay still. Let me do this.”
Once again doing as she’s told, she looks down at me from her seated position and allows my strength to move her body on top of mine up and down, forward and back. The warmth I feel inside her, the sound of her desperate breaths, and the sight of her on top of me causes my cock to harden and my hips to jerk before my powerful release. I’m consumed by her completely, allowing her to give me what I’ve wanted for weeks.
Moments later, the truck stops moving and fills with the sounds of desperate breaths coming from us both as we finish together. The windows are steamed, and we can barely make out the vague voices of the other patrons leaving the bar.
