by Stahl, Shey
Running my hands up the back of her thighs, coming to rest on her ass, she smiled at me, sweet chocolate.
I couldn’t fucking deny it now. I had an ownership, a possessiveness that I’ve always had with her. Didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing. It didn’t matter in school if she was with someone else, I felt and I knew goddamn well that she felt it too. If anyone said something bad about her, I was the first to stand up and the last to stop fighting for her.
“Is this what you want?” I asked as she smiled kissing me, and then hitched her leg around my hip.
“Yes,” she hummed. I reached down and grabbed her leg behind her knee for support, then pressed my hips into her.
She felt incredible against my body and each moan she made caused my dick to get harder and harder until I was throbbing with need for her. Her hands became frantic, needing, pleading with desire that I felt deep in my bones. My breath, my movements, all controlled by that fucking desire. Desire can be a fucking nightmare. It can make you forget consequences and lie to the one person you loved and swore to never hurt like they could.
I slid my hands around her waist and let them slide lower to rest on her ass, once again pressing my hips into her.
She threw her head back against the mattress. “God, Dylan, you feel so good.”
I couldn’t wait to be inside of her. She had other plans though.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped as I watched her lick and kiss me down to my hip and over the top of my boxers that barely contained my erection, ending on my left hip where she finished with a nip of her teeth.
Watching me with a knowing look on her face, she reached out, gripped the base of my erection, and slowly moved her mouth closer. Her tongue slipped out and licked the tip, causing me to jump. I watched as her lips parted and she slid the tip into her mouth, her tongue sliding off the tip down the shaft.
My hands rested on her shoulders, lightly holding the hair away from her face so I could watch her. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen, watching her take me into her mouth. My body was on fire from her touch. Each time she would take me in deeper. I groaned loudly knowing that I could easily come and I didn’t want it to be over yet.
“Brown eyes…fuck…you gotta stop…” I was getting close and my self-control was waning under her touch. I wanted to be inside her.
She pulled back, looking up at me with her sexy brown eyes and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to be inside her. Using a little more force than I would have liked, I pressed her back down onto the bed and hovered over her, leaning in to kiss her passionately.
“I fucking need you so much,” I said softly as I positioned myself at her entrance. I was crazy with desire, knowing that nothing would be between us. I could feel her heat luring me in, desire, the fucking monster it was. Her slickness made it so that even the slightest movement on my part would cause me to slide into her.
I pressed forward, relishing the feel as I filled her completely. I stilled for a moment to regain composure, the feeling of being skin to skin with her almost too much for me. My eyes closed as I fought off the orgasm that was bubbling under the surface. I didn’t want to spill my shit before she got what she needed.
“Please…Dylan…fuck me…” Bailey writhed beneath me and I almost couldn’t believe what she had said. It was erotic as hell to hear those words out of her beautiful innocent mouth.
I wrapped one hand around her body, letting it slide to her ass, and rested the other on the bed by her head. Catching on to what I wanted, she wrapped her legs around me as I pulled her hips against my body, the new angle changing the sensation for both of us.
“You want to be fucked, brown eyes?” I said, feeling gritty and raw.
She bit her lip and moaned as she nodded, completely unraveling any control I had left. I pulled out of her body and vigorously thrust back into her, using my hand to pull her body to mine. She used her legs to keep me where she wanted me.
I continued to pound into her, each pass causing her body to arch and tighten, reaching for the friction that would allow her release. I loved that it was my body that caused this reaction in her. I loved that she could feel all of me, with nothing in between us.
I felt like I could fucking explode at any moment, but I desperately wanted to give her an orgasm. This needed to be different from the first time, this wasn’t anger. This was love. Fucking blinding soul type shit. I sat up and grabbed her legs from behind my body, spreading them wide, continuing to move in and out of her Flushed with color, the way her muscles tightened, I knew.
“Bailey…I’m so close…fuck…so good…”
Before I could get a full sentence out, she screamed out in ecstasy. I couldn’t stop myself, grunting loudly, completely overpowered by the sensations.
“Oh God…Dylan…that was…fuck…” She ran her hands through her hair as she panted heavily, her skin perfectly flushed.
I kissed her lips with that same fucking desire that consumed me. “That should have been our first time,” I smiled. It was weak.
My phone was ringing again.
Bailey slipped to the bathroom, I answered the phone. No hello, no nothing, he just laid into me like he had for the last fucking seven weeks. “You bring my daughter home right now Dylan or you will regret it.”
I laughed. The vicious edge to my hatred was spit through my words. “She’s free to go when she wants but you don’t see her crawling back to daddy, do you?”
“She has no business being with your delinquent ass. Bring her home now or I will destroy you.”
Jeff wanted a rise out of me and I was the fucking kid he wanted me to be right then. He knew what to do to ignite me. He’d been doing it for years. “You’re just upset ‘cause you don’t want the town to know she’s screaming a Wade brothers name every night.”
Bailey came back into the room, my flannel loosely buttoned, her skin peeking out, haunting me. I dropped the phone when she came back and took the battery out.
I wanted to tell her that all this, my language, my hatred, my aggression, my tone of voice was because of her.
“Do you love me?” she asked, so sweet, so innocent, sweet chocolate and ginger freckles that danced through me and my moments.
“I’ve never loved anyone like this,” I said kissing the inside of her thigh when she came to the edge of the bed, my hands shaking with the threat of losing all this should he come here and tell her. Every inch of me was wrapped around every inch of her. There was love here. We felt it. It radiated from every inch of her to every inch of me. Would it destroy what we have?
Yes. She would only see one side, the side that was deceitful and that I kept something from her, protected her from a lie that would break her heart and mine.
I no sooner put the battery back in to call Drew and he called again.
Anger raged, I threw something, a fist into the wall and a crashing dresser when she reached for the phone.
“You’re acting crazy,” she said, panic in her voice when the phone rang.
“You haven’t seen crazy yet, brown eyes,” I said blowing smoke in the air and ripping the phone from her hand, a chest full of smoke and a head full of haze.
I took one last drag from my cigarette and answered the phone before turning around to face Bailey, for her to see how bad it really could be, how much he could destroy, had destroyed.
Every lie was merited and every secret justified when I he said he was in Birmingham. He was here. Here to destroy what he wanted. Every stolen moment between us was because of him and I hated him for it.
“You come here and you will destroy her,” I said to him hoping he heard me. “Are you ready for that?”
He didn’t. For once, he hung up.
Bailey looked at me, apprehension, concern, and sighed. “He’s here?”
“Somewhere,” I said walking to her stumbling over the mess I created.
“Let’s go to dinner,” she said, she knew, she wanted to make the moment last.<
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Desire, the fucking monster it could be. I gave in. I wanted and I took despite the consequences and what they had the power to destroy. I could have justified it in the beginning. Told her the truth. It wasn’t my place. That lying sack of shit needed to own up to it. See firsthand what he hand done.
20. Lies – Bailey Gray
His eyes were closed, drifting, his features relaxed from earlier. He seemed close to sleep or maybe he was already sleeping. Our relationship had changed over the last week, since that night in his car. Dylan wasn’t as careful with me or maybe he never was. Maybe now I noticed more, felt more, believed more. It’s like the colors again, ones you didn’t see, now lighted for you to see. Their beauty lies deeper than you ever knew, holds more meaning, has stronger beliefs.
“What will you do if he comes to find me?” I asked. “You know he’s going to.”
“I’ll kill him,” Dylan said with a dark laugh.
“You’re not a killer Dylan, nice try. And don’t do that. Then you’d be in jail and remember what Drew warned you about.”
I grabbed his ass and he slapped my hands away. “Don’t joke about that.”
Dylan twisted around taking my hands in between his bringing them to his lips, he held me close, and his lips hovering over my knuckles, his eyes on mine, serious. “He’s the reason. He’s the reason for all this shit.”
“What?”
We were in the living room at Drew’s house, standing near the bar that Dylan had been drinking from all night. It was becoming a habit, one I didn’t like and felt slipping. He was turning to a substance and Drew and I knew it. We talked often, Drew and me. He helped me understand Dylan in a way I never knew.
He’s Dylan Wade. He’s this crazy, willful, incorrigibly passionate, all heart and soul, the boy that I couldn’t and didn’t want to live without now. I held on to him with everything I had knowing what we had was a dangerous love.
And though Drew hadn’t been around Dylan in years, he still understood the side I didn’t. The reckless side.
Drew stepped in between us knowing Dylan had too much to drink. “Dylan man, sleep on it buddy.”
Dylan, on most days, was a man of few words. Sometimes his nonchalance bothered me. He had so much talent, a passion that spoke volumes but he thought it wasn’t there or maybe, as Drew said, he didn’t care. But lately, he was more than a few words. He was full of cryptic sentences that left me pondering the change that I saw since my dad called.
Dylan was complicated. He was like a Rubix Cube. Hard to solve but once you had a pattern, some movements came natural while others you would never solve.
Here’s where my life changed. I never saw it coming but I guess with change you never do. How could you? If you saw it coming you might have stopped it.
Dylan and I left on a Friday. June seventeenth to be exact.
On August fifth, my world was shattered.
Dylan stood when he saw my dad, as did I, at the end of Drew’s driveway, waiting for me. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to fucking come here,” Dylan growled slamming the front door. I followed.
My dad looked different, anger had settled over him. It was evident he hadn’t slept in days, bloodshot eyes and wrinkled clothes.
“Why are you here?” My voice shook, his parental stance was intimidating.
Dylan’s hand shook in mine and then I noticed it wasn’t just him shaking, it was me too. Drew stepped from the house coming to stand behind us. “What’s going on out here?” His eyes followed Dylan’s glare to see my dad. “You need to get off my property,” Drew said, forcefully and with anger I didn’t know he had.
“I’m here for my daughter,” my dad said, his somber response bit. He looked at me. “Get in the car Bailey.” His right hand was on the top of the white Toyota Camry he was driving. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit and it’s time to come home. You start school soon.”
“I’m not going to college dad.” My voice was still soft and I spoke more into Dylan’s shoulder than anything.
Dylan noticed, his stance more protective, his grip a little more possessive.
“Why don’t you tell her why you really forced her to come along, Dylan.” My dad looked from Dylan to me, his eyes blood shot and weary. He was drunk. I’d never seen my dad drunk before.
My gaze shifted to Dylan when he turned to look at me. My heart stopped. He stared at me, his expression turned from anger to hurt as if someone had punched him. It was that feeling. I felt it the morning we left, in my room, my sunrise, I felt it again.
Dylan blinked, I was brought back into the moment, this moment. His brow pulled together. “Bailey…I—”
“Dylan was only using you to get back at me.” My dad said interrupting Dylan walking toward me and reaching for my hand. Drew moved closer to, anticipating what he knew was about to happen. “I was driving the car that killed his mom. He knew and used you to get back at me.”
Anything could have happened right then but all I felt was the world crashing upon me. Drowning. Suffocating. Heart ripped from my chest fucking hatred, lies, deceit.
“How long have you known?” My voice was distant to even me. I looked from Dylan, to Drew, and then back to Dylan, waiting, demanding something.
“When I turned eighteen,” Dylan paused, his breathing low and harsh, his body shaking, “I saw the paperwork with the help of an attorney and found out who set-up the trust fund.”
Gestures, responses, reactions, hidden meaning, cryptic warnings were validated.
“That’s why you blew up the prosecuting attorney’s car?” Dylan nodded, his brow scrunched, he was hurting and on the verge of either blowing up or falling to my knees. The gasp of breath he took sucked the breath from me. Distant yelling was near, Drew and my dad, but it was Dylan and me, right now.
Dylan nodded and the motion broke another part from my breaking heart.
He knew my dad was the one…fuck…and he used me? How could he? Did I mean anything?
“He helped your dad cover it up,” Dylan glared, his intensity shifted from me to my dad. “As a city council member at the time he couldn’t have a murder on his hands.”
“It was a fucking accident Dylan!” My dad shouted, taking a step toward Dylan, Drew moved between them.
“Leave Jeff,” Drew said placing his hands on his chest, between me stood two men, two people who used me for their own benefit.
Was this some kind of sick joke?
“Get off my fucking property,” Drew said with a calm edge that held more warning than it did a directive. He knew Dylan was fading fast.
“Bailey,” my dad tried again when Drew pushed him toward the car. “You mean nothing to him but resentment. That’s all it was. Come with me. Come back home and get on with your life!”
“Get on with my life?” I gasped, tears rolled, anger was rising in me, heating and prickling my skin. “What life? You just destroyed anything I thought I had.”
My eyes found Dylan, he looked as if someone had just slapped him.
“You’re acting like a slut.” This was my dad’s next attempt at convincing me. Not a very good one.
“Don’t dad,” I said still looking at Dylan. He hadn’t said anything, I wasn’t sure if he was breathing other than the shaking of his chest and hands.
“That’s what this was about, yes? Acting like a slut?”
Dylan put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me aside, his eyes dark smoke.
“You touch me and I will sue your piece of shit ass.” My dad shot at Dylan when he stood face to face with him. Drew stepped aside.
Dylan reacted and swung. My dad knew exactly what he was doing by provoking Dylan that way. I came to understand that was his plan. He knew that if he pushed enough, if he demeaned me in front of Dylan, he would react.
And he did.
Dylan was absolutely right. The world is full of horrible shit. Are there any honest people left?
After today, I didn’t think so.
One
side of me was incredibly angry but the other side was satisfied that I finally knew the truth.
Drew broke my dad and Dylan apart, both raging and cussing and spewing shit I couldn’t understand.
“We pay for the fucked up shit we do in life!” Dylan shouted shoving him against the car, his head snapped back against the glass of the window. “Some people have to fucking pay for it, someone does! Maybe not you but someone does.”
“Dylan, stop!” I shouted but between the rush of my blood and my pounding heart, it sounded like a whisper.
“I won’t quit until he bleeds for his fucking repentance.” Dylan reached up and easily pulled away from my dad who had gotten a hold on his shirt.
Drew managed to get them apart with the help of Eddy who came running out of the house.
Both my dad and Dylan were panting, trying to gain control neither of them had, both fighting for very different reasons. “You know what you can do?” Dylan asked my dad, pushing against Eddy who was holding him back.
“What Dylan?” My dad spat blood swiping his hand over his mouth. “What do you want me to do?”
“Go fuck yourself, for starters,” Dylan said spitting blood of his own, his glare had the power to set the world around his on fire. “Second of all, congratulations motherfucker, you just destroyed any relationship you could have had with your daughter.”
I felt it right then. My family was broken apart, wrecked, maybe beyond repair. My heart, shattered, fucking split right down the middle.
I didn’t wait to see what would happen next. Dylan was right. He did destroy anything he could have had with me. But Dylan just might have too.
I wanted to run, anywhere, escape, get lost, forget, and drown. Truth of the matter was that I had nowhere else to go.
As if it was some kind of sign, Megan pulled in the driveway right then and I ran to her car before she shut the engine off. “Drive, please just fucking drive!” She did without question and I cried. I cried harder than I ever had before. When I was finally able to talk, we were at her apartment, a place I didn’t know she had. She said she lived here before she met Drew but hadn’t given up her apartment yet.
