Edge of Chaos

by Brynn O'Connor

  Ten minutes later there’s a knock on the door.

  “Come in!” She calls out.

  When Luke walks in she is immediately caught up in just how handsome he really is. But his hotness is not just a physical thing to her, it’s so much more. It really has to do with who he is as a man and not how he looks although he’s easy on the eyes. She studies him as he walks over to sit on the bed next to her.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks.

  “Would you like to know why I have never asked you to leave your club? Do you want to know why I will never ask you to leave? In fact, if I ever ask you to abandon your brothers you’ll know I no longer love you.” She admits.

  “Did they hit you in the head?” Luke asks, still confused by her new mood.

  “I don’t think so, but that’s beside the point. You are an outlaw, it's who you are.”

  He starts to say something but she puts a finger to his lips silencing him.

  “They are you and you are them; you cannot separate the two. You will always be an outlaw biker, a Son of Chaos as you call yourselves and the two of you cannot be separated. You can’t separate a person from his soul.”

  She pauses, watching his face as everything she just said kind of soaks in. After a minute or two she can actually see it dawning on his face and she knows he understands what she just said.

  “It’s funny you would say that,” Luke begins. Every girl I have ever been with has eventually tried to pull me away from my club and I don’t understand why I seem to be drawn towards those types of girls. Even the self-proclaimed biker chicks who had their own rides still wanted more and more of me at the expense of my club. As soon as that happens it’s over for me. You’re the only woman who has not tried to pull me away yet I would gladly walk away for you; yet you tell me that’s not what you want…”

  Kayla scoots herself to the far side of the bed. “Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable and join me here,” she says.

  “How comfortable do you want me to be?” Luke asks with a mischievous smile on his face.”

  “How do you normally sleep?”

  “Pretty comfortable,” he replies. “Very comfortable actually…”

  “Then,” Kayla replies. “Get very comfortable.”

  “Are you sure you feel up to this?” Luke asks.

  “Positive.”

  Luke walks over and locks the door then he sits down and unties his shoes.

  Kayla watches as he peels off his socks, and then unbuttons his pants. He straightens up and kicks his pants across the room. Kayla watches them fall then returns her attention to Luke. Her breath catches in her throat when her eyes land on Luke’s black briefs. She watches the thin material stretch across his hips hugging his taut buttocks before being stretched to the limit by his own burgeoning excitement.

  As Luke pulls his shirt up over his head Kayla is treated to the sight of his rippling and bulging muscles. His pecs are smooth, he’s got six pack abs and his washboard stomach doesn’t stop there. Kayla licks her lips and watches his flat stomach sexy obliques disappear beneath the hem of his black cotton briefs.

  Luke walks over to the bed and is about to get in when Kayla stops him. “Really? You call that comfortable? That’s more like lying on a bed of nails. Now get comfortable already.” She finishes with a smile.

  “Your wish is my command,” he says as he peels off his briefs.

  Then, with a level of self-confidence mixed with boldness mixed with a giant pair of cajones that only an outlaw biker can muster, Luke struts over to the edge of the bed and stares down at her while his right hand begins to manipulate himself right in front of her stunned face.

  “Holy crap Luke you can’t do that!” Kayla says for lack of a better thing to say.

  “I’m doing it.” He replies, showing no sign of stopping or slowing up.

  “You keep doing that superman and there’s not gonna be any left for me.” Kayla says.

  “Hey I am superman,” he says, as if that explains everything.

  “Well I must be kryptonite ‘cause every time all it takes is a few short thrusts and you’re all shrivelled up like a raison. “

  “That is so cold Kayla, so cold. I doubt if I’m gonna ever recover from it, but I’m willing to try.”

  “Yeah I bet you’re willing to try… over and over and over and over…”

  “Practice makes perfect,” Luke replies.

  “Really, ‘cause you don’t seem to be getting any better!”

  “Well let’s practice then,” Luke replies, getting into bed.

  Since Kayla is lying face down on the mattress Luke just straddles her and goes to work.

  “Ouch!” Kayla barks, what the hell are you doing?”

  “You’re lying face down I thought that meant you wanted—"

  “Oh hell no. Can’t you see that one way sign back there?”

  “I’m sorry,” Luke says.

  “No going in…”

  “It’ll never happen again.”

  “Only going out. One way sign Luke.”

  “Got it… sorry Kayla.”

  Kayla wiggles around until she’s lying on her back. This is going to have to be a one way deal with Luke doing all the heavy lifting. In other words the mind wants more than the body can deliver on. As if sensing her dilemma when Luke straddles her again he keeps most of his weight on his knees and elbows.

  This time there’s playfulness to their lovemaking; something that neither Luke nor Kayla has ever experienced before. There has always been this dark element to their amorous adventures, something a little dark, a little painful, and decidedly aggressive; not today.

  Then as they lay there basking in the pleasant afterglow…

  “I can’t believe you were going to leave your club for me,” Kayla whispers in his ear.

  “I can’t believe you were never going to ask me too,” Luke whispers back.

  And they’re both wondering what they ever did to deserve the other. Completely satisfied, both Kayla and Luke drift off to a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Paying the Gardener

  Two weeks later…

  Luke pulls off the highway and into the scenic viewing area overlooking Black’s Beach, a popular clothing optional beach along Highway One. He retrieves a picnic basket from his bike’s saddle bags, shoulders his backpack and leads Kayla to the edge of the viewing area. He points to a long narrow staircase carved into the side of the mountain.

  “Down there?” Kayla asks sceptically. “We’re really going down there?”

  Kayla is not a big fan of heights and the prospect of picking her way down a fifty foot cliff does not appeal to her in the least.

  “Isn’t there another way?” She complains.

  “Of course,” Luke replies. “No…wait, I just realized I’ve forgotten my hang glider. I guess we’re stuck using our own two feet. But don’t worry I’ll lead the way so if you do slip I can stop you from falling.”

  “I don’t know…” She is still sceptical.

  “Don’t worry babe, I’ve climbed down here a hundred times and I even did it in the rain at dusk. It’s a lot scarier when you’re just standing there looking down. Once you get started you won’t be scared at all.”

  “So this is where you take all the girls, is it?” Kayla teases.

  “Usually we go to the normal beaches but I don’t want to overwhelm you so…”

  “Does the non-nude beach have a five zillion foot cliff you have to descend as well?” Kayla asks.

  “It can only be reached by paragliding.”

  “Are you sure I won’t need a parachute for this?”

  “You’ll be fine, I promise,” Luke replies.

  “There’s no law that requires me to be fully nude here right? It’s clothing optional right?”

  “No it’s pretty much required you at least be topless,” Luke lies. “But don’t worry, nobody ever goes down to this part of the beach.
”

  “I can see why,” Kayla retorts. “Okay… let’s just do it.”

  It turns out Luke is right. Once Kayla is descending she’s too focused on what she’s doing to really be afraid. The spectacular view worked wonders for her mood as well. For Kayla it’s indescribably romantic, the two of them picking their way down a cliff with the ocean as backdrop. It’s the perfect way to get back on her feet, so to speak, after her stint as a hostage two weeks ago.

  With four more steps to go Kayla missteps, stumbles, and head butts Luke in the back. Luke with both hands full takes a header into the rocky path at the base of the stairs. The picnic basket and the bottle of wine that wouldn’t fit both go sailing through the air. Luke lets out an oomph as Kayla lands on his back.

  “Well,” says Kayla rolling off Luke. “That could have gone better.”

  Luke rolls over. There’s blood beginning to ooze from his right nostril. “Good of you to wait till we reached the bottom before your clumsy side took over.”

  “So much for your, I’ll protect you Kayla, I’ll keep you from falling off the three hundred foot cliff.” Kayla replies laughing. Then she sees his nose. “Oh shit, you’re bleeding.”

  “It’s nothing.” Luke replies.

  “Is it? Oh good. I really didn’t want to soil my hankie.” She says with a mischievous grin.

  “Yeah I’ll just use this leaf.” Luke bends down, plucks a leaf from a nearby bush.

  “Wait that’s actually…” Kayla begins.

  Luke puts the leaf right up against his nose and upper lip.

  “Poison oak,” Kayla finishes belatedly.

  “What?” Luke throws the leaf away and begins frantically wiping his hands on his shirt and pants. “You might have told me that before I shoved it up my nose Kayla!”

  “But you looked so darn cute. And besides, it wasn’t poison oak I was just teasing.”

  Luke laughs and wipes his nose on his sleeve this time until Kayla finally produces a hankie. As they gather up their things they both separately come to the same realization; they have never laughed like this with anyone ever before. All of Luke’s relationships have been dark and disturbing with very little room for humour and it’s been pretty much the same thing with Kayla. There definitely was no laughing going on when she was with Dillon; that man was a psycho.

  Ten minutes later they arrive at Luke’s chosen spot. It’s perfect. No one is in sight even though it’s the weekend and perfect beach weather. Luke figured he’d be sharing his spot with a few other couples but it’s definitely not the case today. They spread out their things on the blanket and Luke cracks the bottle of wine. Everything is perfect for Kayla. Who would have thought an outlaw biker would know the difference between cooking wine and wine you drink with the food you just cooked in wine. Not only does he seem to know the difference, but he actually picked a nice wine that goes with their black forest ham sandwiches. As they lay back watching the ocean and eating crackers and cheese with their wine Kayla’s motor begins to purr. Everything is perfect for a mid- afternoon hook-up. He belly is full, but not too full, and her head is buzzing along pleasantly. When Luke rolls over and places his hand on her bare midriff it send chills up her spine. She responds with a passionate kiss and rolls over to face him. Her left hand slips under his tee shirt and slides up his muscular back.

  “Let’s find a place a little more private,” Kayla coos in his ear.

  “Relax, this is fine. We’ve been her two hours and not a soul has come by.”

  “You sir, are obviously thinking with the little head, and I like where you’re going with it,” she says as she begins to work his belt buckle.

  Luke shifts his weight to allow her to work his jeans down over his hips. As she begins to work them towards his knees he stops her.

  “Let’s keep a little on… you know, just in case.”

  She pulls them back up to just below his fantastic butt cheeks, then works on his briefs. As she slips her hand beneath the elastic band her fingers rub up against him. He is hot, engorged, and throbbing. Just her touch makes him jump. She starts squirming until Luke takes his weight off her and she rolls over onto her belly.

  Luke grabs her dress and lifts it unceremoniously up over her hips exposing her fine ass only barely covered by lacy white panties. He starts to pull them down but her hand stops him.

  “Just pull them aside, I can’t wait.”

  Luke does as commanded. He grabs the elastic material and gives them a yank. She cries out as his weight falls on her crushing her to the blanket.

  “I always thought you had to face each other.”

  Both Kayla and Luke freeze in place.

  “What the fuck?” Kayla gasps as she struggles to look back over her shoulder.

  Standing a dozen paces away is a boy and his dog. He’s got a Popsicle in one hand and the leash in the other. Kayla figures he must be about 9 or 10 years old.

  “You can actually do it this wa—" Luke stops when Kayla elbows him hard in the ribs.

  “He should not be doing anything,” Kayla finishes for Luke. “And he definitely should not be standing here watching us… watching us exercise.”

  “Is that what you guys call it?” The boy asks, still standing in the same place. “My mom calls it paying the gardener.” Then after a pause. “I wonder what my dad calls it. Do you think he calls it the same th—"

  “No I’m sure he does not!” Luke chimes in.

  “And you shouldn’t ask him either.” Says Kayla.

  “Why not?” The boy asks, clearly confused.

  “Because moms are in charge of paying the gardener. You wouldn’t want him to get paid twice…” Kayla finishes lamely.

  “That’s right,” says Luke. “Dad’s shouldn’t pay the gardener… unless he’s gay—"

  “He just shouldn’t!” Kayla barks over Luke’s voice. “Just your mom kid, not your dad.”

  “You guys are really uptight. My mom’s always in a great mood after she pays the gardener.”

  “I’ll bet he is,” says Luke.

  “Hey, maybe you guys should get a gardener!” The boy concludes.

  “And maybe you should let us finish our exercises in peace,” shouts Kayla.

  “Alright…alright,” says the boy as he starts to move. Then a minute later. “They’re exercising.” He says again.

  Luke looks back and standing there with the boy is a girl about the same age. “Are you kidding me?” He exclaims.

  “They’re not exercising!” The girl tells the boy. “They’re making babies.”

  “What do they want a baby for?” He asks her.

  “Beats me,” she says, and they shuffle off.

  Kayla struggles beneath Luke. “We better—"

  “Yeah, this place is way too crowded today.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  First Blood

  At Luke’s School of Hard Knocks…

  “Don’t go down! Whatever the fuck you do Kayla, don’t fucking go down!” Luke shouts from the edge of the boxing ring.

  Kayla stumbles backwards and into the ropes, the only thing at this point that’s keeping her on her feet. Gasping for air she just manages to jerk her head to the side as a gloved fist flies by. She strikes out blindly with her own fist but finds nothing but air. Suddenly a freight train of a punch connects with the side of her head and for a moment the edges of her vision goes black and narrows dangerously. One more hit like that and it’s all over.

  She strikes again, this time with a front snap kick aimed at her assailant’s groin. She connects, but a fist slamming into the other side of her head finishes it for her. She collapses in a heap on the mat gasping for air and fighting to stay conscious. She gasps in pain as a foot slams into her kidney, followed by one to the back of her head. Kayla screams as the attacker in front of her connects to her chin with his foot. It’s all over!

  When Kayla wakes up to find she is one giant painful nerve ending. It seems there’s not a place on her body that does
n’t hurt. Luke comes over as she struggles to sit up with the help of the ropes on the edge of the ring.

  “What the hell was that?” She screams at him. “I was down and you just let them kick the shit out of me!” She’s nearly in tears from pain as well as humiliation from getting her ass kicked unmercifully.

  “Out on the street your attacker isn’t gonna step back and wait for you to get up. This isn’t a movie Kayla. You go down and those guys are just gonna try even harder to kick the shit out of you. No matter what you don’t go down, and if you do you don’t stop fighting; you got that Kayla?”

  She nods miserably.

  “You can back out any time you like, but if you’re gonna stay, you’re gonna have to do what I say and learn what I teach you or it’s witness protection for you and you can kiss your friends and family goodbye forever.”

  Kayla knows this. She knows she probably could have gotten in the program but she’d have had to say goodbye to everyone she ever knew and her career as well. Working somewhere else as a Physician’s Assistant would eventually lead to her being found and she was not willing to work as a cashier at Home Depot for the rest of her life. By refusing to go into Witness Protection she agreed to being trained by Luke and his other military buddies and it is hell.

  Slowly she gets to her feet and the fight begins to creep back. “What’s next boss?” She asks, walking away from the ropes.

  “Firearms.” Luke replies.

  “What? How am I supposed to hold the gun steady? Look how bad my hands are shaking?” She protests.

  “That’s exactly why we’re doing that now. You get into a situation where someone is shooting at you and your adrenaline is gonna make your hands shake. You have to learn to get control of your physical body and the only way to do that is to learn how to use your brain to have mastery over the rest of your body. Now follow me.”

  They’re about two several east of Oakland and in a secluded part of the edge of John Muir Woods. One of Luke’s Army buddies owns a cabin out there and it has a large outdoor pistol and rifle range. Luke has been coming out here to practice for fifteen years and it’s his favourite place to hang out with his brothers from both the military and his club. Next to Carter, Seth is Luke’s closest friend and confidant.