by Cove, Vivian
“And what?” I ask, voice still too high and breathless for such a sassy reply, “You think you’re the only man with a dick?”
“I’m the only man with a dick who will give it to you the way you want,” he vows with such certainty I almost believe it. “Beg me for it, Princess. Right now. I’ll give you everythin’ you’ve been dyin’ for and I’ll give you more.”
This couldn’t be happening! My pussy tightens, aching and already begging for the degrading things he just said to me. Have I really been dying for this? To be one of his toys? Would I sacrifice my dignity for one sweaty, hot night of getting fucked against the wall, screamin’ out as he ruthlessly drains me of my inhibitions and replaces them with wild need?
My traitorous body screams: HELL YEAH!
“Come on, Princess.” He lifts one hand and traces the path of the bead of sweat that just rolled between my breasts. “Let me show you just how filthy both of us can be.”
For a second, my mind goes blank.
Filthy.
Where have I heard that before?
You’ve got a filthy mouth, and you’ve got filthy ways.
No. You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I remember the promise Damian gave me almost a decade ago. I promise to make you beg for my filthy ways.
Oh god, you have got to be kidding me! Was this was all just some elaborate joke to him! “You’re childish, and pathetic, and just plain mean. I can’t believe you just…just…I don’t even know how to describe the awful thing you just did to me but that doesn’t matter! What matters is I can’t believe you just did all of that just to prove a point you tried to make when we were kids!”
He frowns. “The fuck?”
I unwind my legs from his and bring my elbow down on his shoulder, hard. “Filthy ways? Think I wouldn’t remember?”
His frown deepens as he sets me down.
“You may always keep your promises, but you know what else you’ve always been able to keep? Your ability to be an asshole!” I spin around, storming down the hall back to my room.
“I’m right next door. Anytime, Princess. Any fuckin’ time.”
I open my door and make the mistake of looking at him one last time. His cocky smile is back, but for some reason it isn’t quiet reaching his eyes.
“Fuck you!” I scream as I slam my door.
Then, I glare at Candy. “Fuck him!”
Candy’s sitting on my bed with her hands folded in her lap, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, dark eyes lookin’ all innocent. “Hey sweetie…”
“He is an asshole and you…you…” I whisper, “You let me go out there.”
“That isn’t entirely true. I tried to stop you.”
“But you didn’t, and when you failed, you didn’t even follow. Why did you freaking abandon me?”
Candy takes a deep breath. “It looked like things were finally going to come to a head, you know? All this back and forth for so many years—”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Alright girl, calm down.”
“How can I be calm? Did you see what just happened out there?”
“No I did not see it because I stayed in here like a sane person who values her life.”
“What do you mean? How is your life at risk? I’m the one who’s being hunted here!”
“Yeah, you’re being hunted,” Candy starts, “but have you ever wondered if maybe the reason why you’re being hunted so hard is because you want to get caught?”
My body tightens. Everywhere. As Damien’s words slither through my head and coil around my core, squeezing until all I can think of are the feeling of his hands on my neck, my hips, and all the places I wish he’d touched.
Wait, scratch that. I sure as shit don’t want that asshole to touch me anywhere!
“There’s a lot of chemistry between you two. Everyone knows but you, apparently,” Candy says.
“What are you talking about?”
“Come on, girl! Let’s reason this out for a second. How does Damien make you feel?”
I ponder this for all of 0.1 seconds. “He makes me feel like I need to break things.”
“No! You’re not being honest! It’s like you’re a fucking brick wall or something! Nothing gets through you!”
“That is so mean and not even close to being true.”
“God damnit! You know that this isn’t the case! How do you really feel about him? When you hear those girls screaming next door, what does it make your body do?”
Tighten. My body tightens. There’s no way I’m saying that out loud.
“And what do you want to do?” Candy continues.
“K-kill him,” I stutter as my legs tightened. But my mind answers the rest of her question. I want to grab his head and stuff it between my legs. I want to know what it’s like to be ride to heaven on the tip of his tongue. And I want him to take me, fucking take all of me, hard and fast and relentless and wild.
“Oh shit,” I whisper.
“See? You want him bad, girl!”
Did I want him bad?
Do you even need to answer that?
I drop my face into my hands. “Oh shit.”
Candy isn’t done yet. “You wanna feel his cock moving in and out and—”
“Okay, you’ve made your point! Stop now, please!”
Candy shrugs. “There’s one way to end this. It’s fast. It’s dirty. It will feel amazing.”
I look up, desperate. “It’s not what I’m thinking, is it?”
“I don’t know, were you thinking about letting him fuck you?”
“Oh god!” I groan. It was what I was thinking. “There has to be another way.”
Candy taps her finer on her bottom lip for a moment. “Well…maybe…” she whispers.
“What did you just say?”
“Hey, it’s not set in stone yet! I don’t know if this will work!”
I leap up and grab her. “Tell me! It will work. I know it will work! I will fucking make it work!”
“God, stop being so creepy,” she shoos me off. “Now, here’s the thing. You’re not the only one who’s unsatisfied here.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
Candy knocks the side of her head. “Damien wants you too! Duh!”
My pulse skyrockets. And a certain part of me pulls even tighter at the thought that he would want me…
God, I need to get a grip!
I try to laugh it off. “That’s impossible. Damien hates me. He’s pretty much hated me from the first time he saw me. He thinks everything I have in life was handed to me and is condescending as hell.”
Candy looks at me like I’m the biggest idiot on the face of the earth—like I’m even dumber than stupid, annoying, manwhore Damien. “It’s an act. All of it. He’s teasing you because he likes you, and apparently hasn’t progressed past the age of 14 to the step where he, you know, tells the girl he likes that he likes her instead of doing the adult equivalent of pulling her hair.”
“And the adult equivalent is fucking every woman he sees? In the kitchen when I’m trying to make a snack? In the club room when I get home from work? In the garage when I go in to take out my bike? In the room right next to my bedroom so I’m serenaded by his fuck noises when I try to go to sleep?”
“Yep,” Candy says, like this is all totally obvious.
“No way. Damien wants me to drive me crazy.”
“Yeah, drive you so crazy that you’ll rip off his clothes and jump on his cock and ride it ‘till you drive him crazy!”
My stomach rolls. Or at last it should roll, because I think all of my interior organs just turned to mush! “That is so gross don’t even joke about it.”
“Fine, I’ll stop as long as you don’t keep trying to pretend that that boy doesn’t look damn fine in his birthday suit and stop pretending like you don’t know his eyes follow you around wherever you go. Why do you think you’ve never been able to keep a boyfriend, huh? You’ve got a knock
-out body, lots of curves, and a gorgeous face.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t had a boyfriend yet because I’ve got creepy reptilian, skull, and flower tattoos all over my body, dye my hair black, and, oh yeah, my dad is the president of the local MC and has on at least seven different occasions that I know of stood up in public and threatened to castrate any man who tries to get in my pants?”
“Come now. Guys are into your freakshow look, especially the guys we hang around. They’d take Elvira over Barbie any day.”
“Maybe, but this guy Damien who’s supposed to be so into me? He’s always balls-deep in Barbie.”
“Yeah, because he’s trying to get Elvira out of his head!” This time, she knocks the side of my head. “Use your noggin, girl! It’s not there just for show.”
“It makes no sense. If he wanted me that bad, why would he fuck girls all the time?”
“Ugh. I give up,” Candy whimpers, throwing her hands up.
“No! Tell me!”
“You’re hopeless. You won’t see the truth even if it dick-slaps you in the face.”
“Come on! I want to know!”
“Do you really?”
I nod as Candy’s eyes narrow.
“Fine, girl. Let me explain it to you real slow. The fact that he’s fuckin’ girls left and right…well, as you probably know, it just ain’t normal, even for guys in the club.”
“Yeah. That much is obvious.”
“Good. So now let’s move to part 2. What if, every single time he wanted to fuck you, he grabbed the nearest chick he could find?”
I press my knees together. “Are you serious?”
“Oh, I am so serious. You don’t even know the half of it. You may want that boy, but Damien’s fuckin’ obsessed. It’s not just your daddy who’s been threatening to cut guy’s dicks off.”
My knees squeeze together tighter, the bottom half of me at complete odds with my suddenly functioning “noggin’” that is swirling with rage and disgust. “What do you mean?”
“Remember that time in gym back in Jr. High? When you ran the mile without your sports bra on?”
“Yeah…” He told me it looked like my tits were hanging out and it was gross. “Well, you weren’t the only one he yelled at. I mean, man, your boobs weren’t even the thing he was lookin’ at.”
“That doesn’t surprised me. He told me they were gross. Then, he said I was going to give everyone nightmares.”
Candy laughs. “Oh, I’m sure all the boys did have nightmares for the next month at least. He took every single guy aside and told them that if any of them ever even thought about what they saw, he was going to beat the shit out of them, and if any of them tried to act on what they sure as fuck shouldn’t be feelin’, well, he was gonna kill them.”
Could that be real? I tried to remember back to that day at gym. How all the guys had seemed to snub me after. “Oh my god,” I whisper.
“Yeah. Let’s just say that wasn’t the only time he made the threat. He told J.C. that he’d pin his balls on him like a corsage if he took you to prom.”
“Oh my god!” I start pacing. I’d liked J.C. He was sweet and wrote poetry and his light kisses made me feel like I was floating on butterflies. He was exactly the kind of man I wanted—generous, doting, nice to everyone. He was the exact opposite of that disgusting, loud, cocky boy I’d had to grow up beside. He’d been learning guitar and he’d even written me a song. It wasn’t very long or very good, but that didn’t matter. It was his first song and he’d made it for me.
I wanted to give J.C. one of my firsts.
Actually, not just one of them.
I’d wanted to give him my biggest first.
And the Damien asshole had ruined that chance for me! I’d cried for months—months!!!—after J.C. suddenly broke it off and ran down the hall in tears. I hadn’t understood it. If he was crying, and I was crying, why did we have to be apart? Why had his hands trembled when I’d ran after him and thrown myself on him, begging him to take me right then and there?
It all made sense now. Such cruel, evil sense.
“You my virgin existence is Damien’s fault?”
Candy nods.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought J.C. hated me!”
“If J.C. couldn’t have stood up to Damien, there’s no way he would have been able to take on your dad. Can you imagine what kind of deep shit that poor boy would be in if he actually went through with fucking you?”
I gulped. “That still gave Damien no right to threaten my boyfriend’s life. And you still didn’t answer my question. Why did you never tell me this? I thought you were my friend!”
“I am! Look, Damien said he was gonna tell you himself, that he was waiting ‘for the time to be right,’ but goddamn it, I’m fuckin’ tired of watching you two make Bambi eyes at one another while plotting to kill each other.”
I frown. “I still haven’t forgiven you.”
“That’s alright. I wouldn’t forgive me either, just yet.” Candy smiles. “But I think you will when you learn what I’ve got planned.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I think it’s time.” Candy’s grin deepens. “Because it looks like you’re finally ready to fight back.”
Chapter 4
The shop hadn’t changed at all since I was a kid. Faded morning light spilled in from under the garage doors. It was early, so most of the guys were in the office overlooking the garage eating donuts and burning their tongues on instant coffee. Damien and I were on the far side, hidden behind Lincoln Navigator and a bright yellow Volkswagen. Normally, I would have liked the privacy, but this morning was anything but normal.
Everyone was a little on edge about the big meeting tonight. Representatives from clubs from Oregon, Montana, Washington, California and Nevada were coming to discuss territorial boundaries and the less…well, let’s just say the less socially acceptable work the MCs did.
I wish all my nerves were due to the upcoming meeting, but they so weren’t. I was having a difficult time thinking of the present, because, seeing him bent-over and focused on work, and watching the muscles on his tattooed arms flex as he went about it, my thoughts kept wondering to last night.
I shut my eyes.
Yeah. So did not want to go there. Instead, I tried to think about what I could do about it. Unfortunately, Candy’s plan was even more cray-cray than the zombie-amusement-park-theme she’d decided to go for when she did her nails last night.
Girl, check these the fuck out! They even glow in the dark! she’d said.
Candy, stop trying to change the topic! This plan of yours is dumb. It will never work.
Oh, it will work. Then she’d laughed, looking at her nails.
No, it won’t!
Why are you so against it? You afraid? I thought you were ready to fight back—to fight dirty.
That had shut me up. I was ready to fight back. I wanted to get Damien where it hurt. Which…according to Candy…was right in his…
“Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand.”
I yelped and jumped back, almost tripping over the can of gas near the car.
Damien looked up from under the hood, scowling. “Come on, Princess. Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand.”
My heart fluttered. Oh God. This was bad. So bad. I’d just been thinking about his…his…well, you know! And then he’d said that stupid made-up tool name and the two had merged in my mind and now why the fuck couldn’t I stop thinking about his “Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand!”
Damien sighed and leaned against the hood, grease obscuring the tattoos on his arms, his ripped jeans and white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He was manly, rugged and good-looking but only in that manly, rugged, good-looking sort of way.
“What’s wrong, Princess?”
I lick my lips. “Nothing…” I whisper as I lean over to pick up the Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand. Once Damien had learned that I actually knew what all the tools were but just used my own unique names for the
m, he realized it would be easier for him to learn what my made-up names were instead of trying to teach me their real names. So whenever we worked together in the shop, which was pretty damn often, he still asked me for them by my silly made-up names even though I told him that I knew what their real names were, now.
It was just another example of how he always teased me. Because he totally hated and definitely didn’t want—
I glance to my left through long strands of black hair as I stand. Damien’s eyes are on me in a way I’ve never seen them on me before. He’s staring at my ass like he wants to tattoo his name on it.
My heart jumps. No. That can’t be it, can it? I finish standing and he looks away just before our eyes meat and runs his hands through his hair.
“Your shorts are too fuckin’ short, babe.”
What. The. Fuck?
“If you wanna work, you should come to work dressed. Especially on a day like today, when everyone is on edge about the five-state meetin’ this evening. You lettin’ all your shit hang out like that? Not even a fuckin’ distraction, just fuckin’ disrespectful. You grew up in this club. You should know better than that.”
I see red. “What the hell you mean disrespectful? I’m not the one who fucks his bitches on the hoods of our client’s cars! You hotboxed Mr. Gleeson’s Benz and had a fucking orgy in there! You grew up in this club, you should know better than that.”
“Wow, you sure are all worked up about that, Princess. Did you feel like you were missin’ out?”
My upper lip curls back. My eyes bulge. I’m probably making the freakiest face I’ve ever made in my life, but I can’t help it. What he said was just so out of line! “Yeah right! Like I’d want anything to do with your big, nasty…”
Why the fuck is he walking closer to me? I fling more adjectives in his face to try to stop him as I backtrack into the wall near the back door to the shop. “Awful, mean, big, disgusting…”
I’m cornered. He grins. “You’ve said big twice, babe.”
I thought about how that part of him had felt pushed up against my cunt and ass and lower back. Big was an understatement. “Well, it is. I mean, I don’t care that it is. I really don’t. You could have the biggest Majestic Pink Unicorn Wand in the world and I wouldn’t care!”
