by Vivian Gray
“I t-told you, Slash,” he says in a raspy voice, “if you didn’t t-turn yourself over t-to me, the bitch was g-gonna g-get it.”
The next part happens so quick, it almost seems to go in slow motion.
Marcelo aims the gun at me and makes like he’s about to fire it at me. Slash jumps to his feet and whips out his own gun from his back pocket. Without hesitating, Slash fires his gun, and the bullet hits its target almost immediately, going into Marcelo’s shoulder and knocking him off balance.
He goes to fire his own gun, but Slash is now standing over him. He kicks the gun out of Marcelo’s hand, takes aim, and shoots Marcelo in the head. Marcelo’s head falls to the side as the life drains from his eyes.
“Good fucking riddance.” Slash sneers then turns back to me. “Are you okay? I don’t think he got a shot off.”
“He didn’t,” I reply, shaking. “I-I’m o-okay, I g-guess. Thanks to you.”
Slash comes over to me and embraces me, hugging me in a great big bear hug. Blood from his wounds gets all over me, but I don’t care one bit. This has been a hellacious few days, and what Slash has done is nothing less than save me.
I look up into his eyes and kiss him again, passionate and sweet, not knowing what else I can possibly say or do that will ever make up for what he has done for me today. Slash hasn’t just saved my life; he’s saved the life of our baby. He’s saved the life of our family.
Our family.
It seems weird to think about it like that, but that’s exactly where we are. Whatever our faults, whatever our flaws, we are some kind of a family. We’re here for each other. We’re here to save each other, and I feel my heart beating in rhythm with his as he holds me closer. I’m still shaking, and I sob a little bit here and there, but in Slash I’ve found something that can never be replaced, something that makes me whole.
And I’m not letting that go.
Chapter Twenty
Slash
“Sit still,” Erin says to me as she places a cloth on the wound on my shoulder.
We’re back at my place, and she’s taking care of me as best she can. I don’t want to go to the hospital, because then, there will be questions I’m not in any way able to answer. I don’t want to bring any heat down on the Savage Hearts, so instead, I’m having the mother of my child patch me up. And frankly, she’s doing a pretty heroic job.
The mother of my child. The phrase seems like a really weird one for me to keep saying over and over in my head, but that’s really what she is. Erin is more important to me than anything else in the world, and I am to tell her so – but the fact that we’re going to have a baby together is really something else entirely.
And that’s when I realize that I don’t even know if she wants the baby. Or me, for that matter. Kissing me in the heat of the moment after I rescued her from a psychopathic kidnapper is one thing. Having an actual relationship? That’s something else entirely.
“Erin,” I say with some hesitation probably noticeable in my voice, “we… uh… we need to talk.”
She wipes the blood away from my now bandaged arm with the cloth and nods. “I know. Slash, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. You saved my life. I’ll be forever thankful for that.”
“That’s not what I wanted to talk about,” I say firmly. “Erin, you know I’m crazy about you, right? Like, legit, stand-up crazy. Like, I’m… I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“I know,” she says, making my heart flutter just a bit. “Slash, I’m so sorry about the things I said to you the other night. About how you were a criminal and I’m not. Because the truth is, I am a criminal, and besides that, it doesn’t matter. I’m… I’m falling in love with you, too.”
“And what about the baby?”
She sighs. “I know what you’re going to ask me to do, Slash,” she says, causing me some momentary confusion, “but I just can’t.”
“You can’t… what?”
“I can’t get rid of it. Of him. I’m convinced it’s going to be a him.”
“Or her,” I add, trying to be helpful.
She smiles warmly. “No, definitely, definitely a him.”
“Erin, I wasn’t going to ask you to give him up or get rid of him. I was going to ask if I can be involved in his life. I don’t just want you. I want us – our family.”
“I – did you just say, ‘our family’?” she asks, bewildered.
“Yeah,” I reply, smiling, “I think I did.”
With that, she jumps over the table and kisses me deeply, passionately. “Slash, I want you in my life. And I want you right now.” She motions towards the kitchen table.
“What – here?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Why not?” she teases me.
She begins unbuttoning her top, and I’m floored to watch her. She just does it so sexily. I find myself immediately aroused as she runs her hands over my torso, taking care to be gentle around my tender shoulder area.
We kiss again, and for the first time, I find that I’m kissing her. It’s not just some girl, nor is it some hottie I want to lay. This is Erin, a girl I’ve fallen for even deeper than I’ve let on. I let her hands scan the layers of my skin as she kisses me around the neck, touching my chest and my abs with her fingertips.
She teases my nipples with her fingers until they stand as erect as my cock, then kisses her way down my chest and sucks on them gently, her tongue making little circles around the areola. She giggles a little bit, and so do I – it feels surprisingly good, and I’ve never had a girl do this to me before.
She returns to my face, and we kiss again, and this time, I turn her around, take her top off, and undo her bra in a couple of swift, deft motions. Her ample breasts fall into the open, and I take them in my massive hands and squeeze gently as I brush her red hair away with my face and kiss her neck.
She gasps and moans in approval as I move down her neck to her shoulders. I want to kiss every inch of her, so I do. I kiss down her freckled shoulders to her arms, then down her arms to her hands, then back up the bottom of her milky white arms to her armpits. I kiss down the side of her ribcage, over the small of her back, and then back up her spine until I come back to the back of her neck.
Then, I start going down the other side, but not before I flip her around to kiss her stomach. I pay special attention to her stomach, then move back up to her engorged breasts. Her tits are beautiful, playful, and bouncy, and she cries out when I kiss not even her nipple but just the area around it. Her nipples stand fully erect, so I take my tongue and just touch the tip of them with the tip of my tongue.
She gasps and says, “Oh, Slash, fuck yeah,” in a breathy voice that tells me I’m doing something right.
I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, sitting her on the edge of the table. Slowly, I come back to her mouth and kiss her, our tongues dancing into and out of each other’s mouths in what feels like a ballet of tangled tongues and lips. Ever so slowly, I lay her gently down on the table. I kiss her down the nape of her neck again, this time going past her neck and paying special attention to her clavicle before heading down her breastbone, passing my head between her two incredible tits, and again down past her stomach.
With my hands, I pull on her pants to take them off. She has to wiggle her ass a little bit to get out of them, but when she does, she reveals herself in her fully nude glory, just absolutely beautiful to look at.
I pause a moment to take her in – but only a moment. Then, it’s back to business.
I kiss her legs, from the inner thigh down past her knee to her foot. I kiss her right foot, then her left foot, and work my way back up, kissing and caressing and nuzzling as I reach higher and higher. Finally, I come to her gorgeous mound and her perfect pussy lips. I kiss there, too, nuzzling into her pussy with my nose. I take a moment for her to exhale before I give her one big lick, then I move right up to her clit with my tongue and rub it gently.
She gasps again, and her legs go rigid. “Oh, fuck,” she
moans out. I rub her clit with the tip of my tongue again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, Slash, keep going. Ke-keep going. Don’t stop.”
Taking her words at face value, I keep going, this time increasing the pressure of my tongue on her clit. My hands find their way down her lower torso until I get to her pussy, and I gently part her lips with my hand and insert first one, then two fingers into her folds. She cries out again incoherently and starts breathing heavily as I pump two fingers into her faster and faster while continuing to lap at her clit with my tongue.
She seems in pure ecstasy as I increase the speed of my fingers pounding into her, until, almost out of nowhere, she calls out, “Oh fuck, Slash, you’re going to make me come already!”
With that, her entire body goes rigid, and she lets go, allowing herself to orgasm with reckless abandon.
Slow and gentle, I bring my fingers out of her pussy and give her clit a few more licks for good measure before I head up to face her. I look deep into her eyes, and she throws caution to the wind, kissing me despite my face being full of her scent. She doesn’t care. She immediately goes for my belt and starts stripping me down.
My erect cock is nearly ready to explode already, but wordlessly, she guides my member inside of her, pushing me forward until I’m nearly impaling her on my cock.
I start off pumping into her very slowly, a little concerned at her delicate condition. I don’t want to do anything that could hurt the baby. But she grabs the back side of my head with her hand and forces me to look her in the face.
“Come on, Slash,” Erin encourages me, “fuck me. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cum in me. Fuck me. Faster!”
I comply with her wishes, thrusting into her faster, increasing my speed as I go along. My dick feels electrified, tingling as I feel her pussy clench around me like it’s holding on for dear life. I speed up, and I can tell I’m hitting her clit with my abs because she cries out like she did when I used my tongue on it.
“Oh God, Slash,” she cries out, “please, don’t stop fucking me. Don’t. Stop. Fucking. Me!”
As I feel my balls filling with cum, I decide I want to prolong this as long as I can, so I pull out suddenly, causing her to gasp. She is breathing heavily, and she almost giggles as I pick her up off the table and turn her around. I want her from behind this time. She bends over, exposing her absolutely perfect ass to me. I part the two gorgeous cheeks and find her pussy, and I push myself into her again, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of her seldom-fucked pussy tightening around my rock-hard cock.
“Oh, Slash,” she calls out. “Oh my God, y-you’re – y-you’re – you’re hitting my G-spot! Holy fuck! Oh God!”
I smile with my own enjoyment as I’m thrilled she’s having such a good time.
“Fuck yeah, Erin,” I grunt out in a low voice. “You like that, huh? You like how I fuck you? You like how I fuck that tight little pussy?”
“I love how you fuck this tight little pussy,” she responds as I thrust harder inside her. “Oh God, please, please, please fuck this tight little pussy. Oh God, yes, it feels so good! Keep fucking me, Slash!”
I oblige her again, continuing to thrust in and out of her pussy, my cock seeming to push into her at a mile a minute. I’ve never felt anything that feels as good as fucking this woman. As I begin to feel my orgasm coming on, I am surprised by her sudden outcry:
“Oh, holy shit, Slash, you’re gonna – you’re gonna make me c-c-come again! Oh, fuck me, Slash! Make me come all over your cock!”
I push into her even harder, and she throws her head back and arches her back, squeezing my cock even more, making it feel like it’s in a warm, wet vice that feels too good to let it go.
“Aaauuugh!” she calls out. “Yes! Yes! I’m coming for you! I’m coming all over your big hard cock! Yes! Fuck me, Slash! Fuck me!”
“You want my cum, baby?” I ask as her orgasm dies down just a little. “You want me to come for you?”
“Oh, yes, baby,” she says, her voice turned a little dreamy. “I want you to come inside me. Do you hear me? I want you to come all up in that pussy. Come on, baby, come inside me.”
“Oh, fuck,” I say as I can’t control myself anymore.
I launch into her with an enormous amount of passion, allowing my cum to explode from my cock, pushing into her as hard as I possibly can. It’s maybe the hardest orgasm I have ever had, and it keeps going, allowing me to stay in her as she squeezes around my cock, lapping up every last bit of my cum from my exhausted dick.
“Oh, baby,” I practically whisper, my head swimming with feeling and my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh, baby, that was amazing.”
“It really was, wasn’t it?” she asks as we separate. She stands tall, casual in her nudity, and looks at me. “I’m beginning to think I really like having sex. Is this what I’ve been missing all these years?”
“No,” I answer honestly. “I’ve never had sex as good as with you – honest to God. There’s something more incredible about you than any woman I’ve ever been with. And I’ve been with plenty.” Suddenly, realizing what I’ve just said, I try to amend my statement with a, “Not that I’ve been with too many! I mean, I could… I could count them on… well…”
“So how many are we talking?” Erin asks with a glint in her eye. Then she busts out laughing. “I’m kidding, Slash! I don’t care how many women you’ve been with. I really don’t. It doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t?” I ask, somewhat abashed. “I mean, it wouldn’t matter to me if you’d been with ten guys, or a hundred, but… I mean, you were a virgin.”
“And now I’m not,” she says definitively. “Slash, it isn’t important who you’ve been with or how many times you’ve had sex, don’t you understand? Because if in all that time it’s never felt as good as it feels with inexperienced little ol’ me, that means something.”
“But what, Erin?” I ask, perplexed, sitting down on the couch. What could she be on about here? “What exactly does it mean to you that I’ve never had as good of sex as I have with you? Except that you’re clearly special and, I don’t know, like, supernaturally talented or something?”
“Well, there is that, yes.” She grins. “But really, I want you to think about it. Why would it be better with me than with those other random girls you were with?”
“Because… because I care about you,” I say, suddenly feeling my heart growing three sizes. “Because what we have together is something incredible.”
“Exactly. Look, I’ve never had sex with anyone else, so I don’t have a lot to compare it to. But you’ve done more than touch my body, Slash. You’ve touched my soul. And whatever else you’ve done, or I’ve done in the past, it doesn’t matter. What matters—”
“Is our future,” I finish for her. “And honestly, Erin, I can’t imagine a future without you. I… I love you.”
She smiles and cuddles up to me on the couch. And for the first time in the longest time, I know a new feeling: contentment. I’m content to have Erin here. It’s all I could want in the world.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Erin
“It’s been a year, Mom, and I have to say, I still miss you, every single day. We all do. Louis here misses the grandma he never knew, don’t you, Little Louie?”
I bounce my son – my son – on my knee as we sit on the grass next to my mother’s gravestone. Slash stands stoically behind me, not too far away but far enough that I have a little bit of breathing room. He’s so good like that.
I stand up, holding Louis in my arms as I try to figure out what I’m going to do next. I love being a mom – I really, really do – but doing it without my mom has never seemed right. And being out here at the cemetery makes it all that much worse. Without knowing quite what I’m doing, I collapse into Slash’s waiting arms and cry my eyes out. Heaving heavy sobs, I hold Slash close, pushing our son between us. All of the feelings well up as
I continue crying into his chest.
After a few moments, Slash patiently pulls back as my sobbing becomes a small sniffle.
“You okay?” he asks, more out of concern than anything else.
I nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I am. I’m sorry. I just… I just miss her so, so much.”
“I know you do, babe. I knew today would be tough, so I’ve gotten us a babysitter so we can have a night to ourselves tonight. We just have to swing by Monica’s place first. What do you say, little man? You want to go see Auntie Monica tonight?” Louis smiles as his father takes him into his arms.
