“Let me know if you don’t,” I tell him, only half meaning it. He gives me a look that would make a lesser man quake. “Hey, she’s damned fine.”
“She’s got trouble written all over her,” Dragon replies.
“Yeah, but what a trip. Some things are worth the trouble man,” I answer, but it’s an image of the brunette that flashes in my mind.
We talk for a few more minutes when I notice Tash walking towards us. She’s trouble. She has her sights set on Dragon and becoming his main bitch. I don’t see it happening. I hope like fuck it doesn’t happen. She’s weak and I don’t trust her. She could spell nothing but trouble for my brother.
“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company?”
“Nah, Tash, why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind, girl,” Dragon replies.
I cock my eyebrow up and laugh before I can stop myself. I know Dragon’s game. If he thinks a cold piece of snatch like Tash will derail me, he’s a stupid mother-fucker. Tash walks over to me and slams her lips down on mine. Her tongue pushes in my mouth like a cobra getting ready to devour a baby rabbit. Her breath is thick with smoke and alcohol and it feels wrong. Still, I take her kiss and move my hand under the barely there mini dress she’s wearing. The skin on her naked ass feels leathery in places. She keeps her ass in the tanning bed too much. The club keeps one for the girls to use, but if this is what it does, Dragon should take that shit out.
I stand up and slap my brother on his shoulder.
“She starts work next week at the club man, let me know before then or she’s free game.”
Dragon growls again. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get my shot at the blonde. It’s just as well, I’m not positive I want it anyway. I motion at one of the new girls, who isn’t quite a Twinkie yet. She’s more of a hanger-on. She doesn’t really appeal to me, except for two things. One, she’s a brunette with long hair that waves and curls on the edges. Two, she has big, doe eyes. It’s no coincidence that I’m picking her because she reminds me of the girl from the gas station, but I don’t really care. There’s also the added bonus that by using her and Tash, I might be able to get through the night without memories of Mel.
She slides up beside me and I ignore Tash’s grunt of disapproval. Bitch is fronting. She fucking loves to eat pussy and I’d much rather she do that shit instead of kissing me again.
“Want some company, Bro?” Freak asks, as we round the corner to the hall which leads to the private rooms. He and I tag team sometimes, so it’s cool, but his ass is sticking his dick in Tash, I don’t want to go there tonight—most nights really.
We make it into my room and I immediately grab the brunette by the hair and pull her to me. Tash takes the hint and goes to Freak and begins undressing him.
“Bambi…” I mumble, giving her a nickname, as she pulls my shirt up over my chest. I help her take it the rest of the way off and she looks up at me with a grin.
“I like that,” she answers and her voice is wrong, so I decide to give her something to do with that mouth of hers instead.
“I feel like making sure these girls ride the train tonight brother, what about you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Freak answers, already naked.
He goes to the opposite end of the bed as me and yanks out a box of condoms from my night stand drawer. He tosses them over to me, but I don’t bother with them, I won’t need them right now.
“Get up on the bed, Tash and lay that ass down and get ready,” I order. My voice has the hard edge it always gets during sex. I like control. I like to fuck and I like it a lot.
Tash strips, lies on the bed, opens her legs and bends them at the knee, watching Freak. She knows the drill. Fuck, she should. There’s not a brother here that hasn’t had her this way. She’s good at it. It’s one of the reasons we’ve let her stay even if she is annoying as fuck. Freak grabs her legs and pulls her so her ass is closer to the edge of the bed. Bambi is watching with interest. Why do I get the feeling this little club girl might be new to multiple partners? Oh, this could be fun.
I pull her to me, so her back is against my stomach and she watches as Freak slides his dick into Tash. Freak is not small, not by any means and the latex is tight. I look to the side of Bambi’s face and smile as she watches my boy start fucking Tash. I yank Bambi’s shirt over her head and throw it to the ground, enjoying the way her bare skin feels against mine. She’s soft and warm…so warm, but I’m about to make her hot. I lean down and whisper in her ear.
“You like watching how eager Tash is for Freak’s dick?” I ask the useless question. I already know, because her nipples are so fucking hard they could cut glass. My fingers move down to her center. She’s trimmed, but her muff is covered by dark curls and I like the way my fingers disappear as they sink into her. I don’t bother testing, I thrust two fingers in and immediately Bambi gasps in pleasure. My fingers push in and out in a rhythm perfectly matched with Freak’s thrusts.
“Tash is a greedy little whore. I wonder Bambi? Are you too?” I ask, twisting one of her nipples hard, as I continue finger-fucking her. Bambi doesn’t talk, but her breathing is erratic and loud. “I know something about Tash, I don’t think you do yet, Bambi…”
“What’s that?” She gasps, clenching and riding my fingers.
“She loves to eat pussy. Now get up on the bed and straddle her face and let her eat your juicy little cunt,” I order, slapping her hard on the ass. She starts to turn towards Freak and at last minute I direct her so she’s facing me. I pull her up so I can watch as Tash’s tongue flicks into the lips of her pussy. It’s fucking hot watching Bambi getting tongue fucked. Tash grabs her by the hips and pulls her down on her face. “That’s it baby, ride her face, make yourself come.” I encourage, as Bambi starts grinding hard and wild against Tash’s face. Fuck, I doubt the bitch can breathe underneath her. I look up when I hear Freak groaning, and we grin at each other. Fuck yeah we’re both going to have fun with little Bambi. I push Bambi’s shoulders until she gets on all fours and her mouth is even with my cock. I grab the hair on her head in my hand and grin down at her. “Open wide baby, because I’m going to fuck that pretty face, hard.”
She does as told and her groan falls against my aching cock as I stretch her mouth. Her big brown eyes look at me and I watch as her lips slowly slide down my dick. I find myself wishing her lips were dark red…
Fuck.
It’s messed up that’s for sure. Still, when I jerk out of Bambi’s mouth and shoot my load all over her face, it is in that moment I make myself a promise. One day, I am going to have that brunette in my bed. Just the thought of it, makes me hard again.
It’s going to be a long night.
Chapter 3
Dani
We’ve barely settled in London and I can already see the writing on the wall. Nicole is totally hung up on the biker called Dragon. I’m worried about her. He seems nice enough, but I see the darkness, the hardness about him, that he beats down around my girl. He gets a coldness in his eyes sometimes that remind me too much of Michael. The problem is that Nic is really into him, in a way that I think if she doesn’t have him—it will hurt her. So I’ve encouraged her to go for it, but inside I’m screaming no.
It’s water under the bridge now however, because Dragon has made it in with my girl and they’re going at it like rabbits. Bright side, she is happy. Hell, she seems ecstatic and even though inside I’m screaming don’t do this—a part of me is glad for her. I wonder if I let loose and get laid, if I would be giddy. Is that what it takes to be normal? Would that stop the nightmares and the visions that drag me into hell every night? If I had someone strong around, would he be able to keep the ghost of Michael away? Would someone strong be able to protect me from Michael if he found me? A picture of Dragon’s friend, Crusher, comes to mind, the semi-cowboy from the gas station. I instantly shut that forbidden thought down. I am being weak for even thinking that. Dani should be able to stand on her own two feet. I can’t afford to b
e weak like Melinda. I’m not her anymore. I can’t be her.
Dragon is taking Nic upstairs for another round, when the doorbell rings. I go to the door trying to ignore the way my heart picks up speed and fear swamps me. I look carefully out the window and though I’m freaking ecstatic my past isn’t catching up with me, the fact that it’s Crusher at the door, does not fill me with joy. He hangs around the club where I work, but I’ve been doing my best to avoid him. He’s danger. He makes me want things that I shouldn’t want. The way he watches me sometimes…it excites me and that terrifies me.
“Stud,” I say, leaning on the front door and looking at Crusher through the screen. His eyes rake over me and warms me. No, they burn me. Still, I do my best to appear unaffected.
“You gonna let me in, darlin’?”
“Haven’t decided.”
“You’re looking damn good tonight and as much as I’d love to just stand here and enjoy the view, I need to talk to my boy,” he says and I begin to notice he’s more tense than normal.
I stand back so he can come in, trying to ignore the way being next to him sends electricity through my body. I’ve never been attracted to a man before—not like this. I had boyfriends before Michael came along, but nothing serious and after Michael…well…I’m surprised I even want to look at a man. That’s why Crusher is dangerous.
“That right there,” Crusher says, and I look up at him in confusion.
“What?”
“When you get that look in your eyes, I want to pull you in my arms and kiss you until it leaves.”
“You’ve barely seen me. You might save that line for a woman who will buy it. It’s a good one,” I respond, turning my back on him. It is a good line. Too good, because I wish he could do that. I instinctively know that Crusher would do more damage than any man before or after him, if he hurt me. When you have my scars, that’s saying something. It’s just not worth the risk.
“Believe me gorgeous, I’ve seen you and I’m not going to give up until you let me all the way in.”
My breath stops. I know it’s a game for him, a chase. Just once though, I think I might like a man to look at me and see the real me. I don’t think anyone has, except maybe Ray. I even manage to keep most of my shit hidden from Nic. I do wonder what Crusher would think of the real me. It doesn’t matter. Crusher makes me weak. I can’t be weak again. I have to get rid of him. I have to find some reason to make him leave me alone so I am off his radar. The thought makes me sad.
“Hey D-Man, you got company!” I call out, trying to ignore the way my palms are sweating. I definitely need to medicate, if I’m going to survive tonight.
“Yo! Dragon, we got trouble man,” Crusher adds, as Nicole and Dragon come down the stairs. Dragon is carrying Nicole yet again, the man sure seems to like to cart her around.
“I can walk you know.” Nicole grumbles, but the flush on her face tells me that she likes his attention.
Dragon waits until they get to the bottom of the stairs to let her down. Then he takes her by the hand, walking over to where we’re standing. It’s as if he can’t stand to be away from her touch.
“Sorry man, didn’t mean to interrupt. Hey Darlin’,” Crush tells Nicole. I can’t help but notice how he takes in every detail of Nicole’s body, and my stomach turns. This is just another reason why I can’t even contemplate letting Crusher anywhere near me. He’s eye fucking Nicole, after feeding me lines about wanting me.
He’s wearing a black muscle shirt and showing off his gorgeous ink. He really is too beautiful to believe. Nicole and Dragon start bickering and it pulls my attention away from Crusher, which is good—since he’s still panting after Nicole.
“Hey,” Nicole mutters, as Dragon yanks her to his side.
“Quit checking Crush out before I have to kill him,” Dragon complains.
I listen to Dragon’s words and I can’t help but be annoyed with all three of them. I walk off into the kitchen pretending to be uninterested. In reality it’s time I take some pills.
“Hey boss? Man, we got shit going on. Need you out at Pussy’s now.”
“OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE A PLACE CALLED PUSSY’S!?!?!?!”
“It’s a strip joint. That’s where I was a couple nights ago, Nic. Some hot looking women there.” I supply without looking over my shoulder.
“Of course it’s a strip joint! Dear Lord, I bet you even picked out the name, didn’t you, Dragon?”
“Shut it, Mama.”
I tune them out after that. Those two fuss, fight, and then fuck. I’ve only seen it up close twice, but I know the drill.
I grab a wine cooler and find the cabinet I stash my meds in. Nicole has never mentioned them. I don’t know if she has investigated to see what I’m taking or if she just figures she knows and lets it slide.
I’m sitting at the table, trying to calm my heart and vaguely listening to the conversation in the living room. What I hear, doesn’t help my anxiety. Crusher is telling Dragon about some woman named Jess who was beaten. Dragon’s reply hits my stomach…sour.
“Pissed off man?” Dragon asks.
Is there any other kind? I sit there and replay Dragon’s question in my mind and it pisses me off that he says it so calmly. Is this the shit he deals with every day in his world? Is that why he sets off my warning bells?
“That’s just it, Boss…she had a note taped to her chest.” Crush reaches inside his jacket pocket and hands Dragon a piece of folded white paper.
Dragon opens the paper and you can see it’s covered with blood. My panic inches up another notch as I swallow down a large drink of the wine cooler. This woman they are discussing…was beaten… beaten and bloody. Was she dying…or dead? Why is Crusher here telling Dragon? Shouldn’t he be at the hospital? Did anyone call the police? Is this Jess some dirty little secret they are going to keep hidden?
I tune them out again, but not by choice. My head is full of memories. Of my last beating, of the injuries that are too many to count. How I was hidden and chained like a dog. If not for Ms. Martens….my hand shakes at her memory…at all the memories. I can’t be around Dragon and his men. I can’t be around Crusher. I don’t want to be around men who can act so calmly about a woman being hurt. I don’t want to be around men who come to each other to talk about things instead of calling from a hospital or calling the cops! Something!
I force my attention back on the three in the room and stand up. I need to get out of the house. It feels like air is being withheld from me. I need to breathe. I look up at Crusher and he looks over my body again. This time I don’t feel excitement though. No, this time it is bone-deep fear I feel. Time for kick-ass Dani to come out and give the world a fuck you. I grab a bottle of vodka, stuff it in the inside pocket of my leather jacket, carefully hiding what I’m doing behind the opened refrigerator door.
Nicole has this idea that going to counseling will help me. It’s making things worse. It’s bringing up all the shit I’ve fought to bury. One of their main rules is to not use alcohol to deal with your problems. Fuck that! They don’t live in my brain. I need the alcohol. So, I hide how bad my drinking has become from Nicole. I hide a lot from her. I couldn’t handle it if she knew how pathetic I truly am. I go to stand in the far corner, watching everyone and waiting for my chance to escape. Dragon lays a kiss on Nicole that almost melts my panties. What would it be like to have a man so crazy into you that he sets you on fire just saying goodbye? I immediately look at Crusher, because I’m stupid. I assumed he would be watching Dragon and Nic play tonsil hockey, but his eyes are glued on me. There’s a heat in those dark eyes that…if I had been a stronger person…a different person, I might have investigated. I am not a different person though, and all I can see right now when I look at either of them is how they dealt with a woman who was beaten and hurt. Worse, neither one of them seem in a hurry to go check on her—even now. They are more concerned with what happened instead of her and what she’s going through now…that’s wrong. So I give him a look that con
veys my distaste for him and study my nails instead. When they finally leave, I look up at my friend and there’s so much I want to warn her about, but the words are frozen.
“Damn, Nic girl. You might have a problem,” I lamely say and I know she doesn’t understand why I said that. I can’t find the courage to have a serious talk, so I laugh it off.
*
We decided to spend the day shopping, hanging out and getting away from men in general. It was Nic’s idea and I agreed, as long as I didn’t have to watch some totally lame romantic sappy-crap movie. Nic loves them, but to me they’re stupid. I know better than anyone, that those movies are garbage. There are no happy endings.
It’s been a pretty good day and I have a great buzz going on. Buzz hell! I’m actually pretty fucking drunk and I don’t really give a damn because my brain isn’t bombarding me with images of the past. Screw what the counselors are saying. I’ll take tonight’s feeling over the constant fear and pain I’ve been dealing with.
“Seriously Dani, what kind of twisted freak could come up with this in their head?” Nic asks.
“Quit your bitching, girl. Your ass made me watch four fucking hours of Julia Freaking Roberts. Thought I was going to go into barf mode on that last one. I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, blah, blah, blah,” I respond and it’s not really a lie. I hate that damn movie. It makes you want to believe in fairytales.
“Shhh…” the lady behind us says, and it’s only because I’m drunk and took a second happy pill on top of that shit, that I’m able to not slap the shit out of her. She should consider herself lucky.
The nightmares have been so bad lately, I don’t think I’ve managed an hour’s sleep. Last night I woke up after dreaming about the last time Michael beat me and I swore he was standing over me, swinging Ms. Marten’s head back and forth like a pendulum. I can’t believe I moved closer to Michael. I should be in Mexico or something. The problem is, that’s not where Nic is, that’s not where Ray is and I’m terrified of being on my own. I’m still weak.
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