Cosmic Trifecta

by Anna Lewis

  Whitney thought about her day. One beer couldn’t hurt.

  Half a case later, they were sitting together on Julian’s couch reminiscing about their childhood together, and even their budding romance. Whitney couldn’t forget how she felt when they first met. Both awkward with their hormones raging, not too much of a stretch from what she was feeling in that moment.

  “I’ve missed this,” Julian said to her, moving closer.

  Whitney’s heart fluttered as the space between them shrunk. “You mean the goofy, teenage, can’t control myself, feeling?”

  “No.” His hand stroked the side of her face. “This.”

  Julian brought her face close to his, kissing her tenderly at first. As the passion between them grew, their bodies reacted as if they’d been craving one another. Soon, there were clothes flying off and Julian was pushing Whitney onto her back on his couch. The look in his eyes, as his gaze travelled the length of her body was magnetic. His hands followed wherever his eyes went. She could feel him playing with her nipples before allowing his mouth to then follow his fingertips.

  It didn’t take long for his fingers to reach her slit. Sliding one inside, he brushed her G-spot. Whitney’s back arched into him as he fingered her soft walls with one hand while still fondling her breasts with the other. She wasn’t sure if what they were doing was right, but it certainly felt that way.

  Whitney’s first climax was great. Her inner thigh began to tremble as Julian smiled bringing his head down between her legs. The first lap of his tongue over her clit was rougher than she expected but it still made her hair stand on end. Goosebumps prickling all over her flesh was a direct reaction to his tongue. His amazing tongue, that twisted, turned, and slurped at her warm pussy. She came again.

  Panting and out of breath, Whitney believed she wouldn’t be able to take much more. The pleasure was incredible as Julian fingered her and licked her simultaneously. The orgasms were rolling in waves, continuously, with every one stronger than the last.

  By the time Julian had his fill, he brought his head up slowly toward hers, leaving a trail of kisses behind him. She smiled and he grinned seductively as he pressed his hardened tip at her lips. Rubbing the smooth head between her folds made Whitney close her eyes in pleasure.

  The strength and thickness of his cock sliding inside of her for the first time made her gasp for air. He moaned. She grabbed at his back, reaching under his arms and dragging her nails down his shoulder blades until she reached his waist.

  She looked up at him just as he rolled his hips, and pushed himself deep inside of her. They moved rhythmically together on his couch. It seemed like time slowed down with every thrust into bliss. She felt him arch his back as he continued to move in and out of her as if they were two pieces to a jigsaw puzzle that finally fit together.

  The questions circling her mind in that moment were endless, but her thoughts were silenced when he bent down, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer to him. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest. Their racing pulses were in sync, as he dug himself deeper and deeper inside of her walls. It was as if he was trying to touch her very soul.

  As sweet as this it was, there was a side to Whitney that she wanted to show him. She groaned and pulled his face closer to hers so that she could whisper in his ear, “I need you to fuck me, Jules.”

  The words were like striking a match near a can of gasoline. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled back from her. Whitney smirked as she spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, giving him room. He pressed his palms on the couch beneath her, anchored his arms against her waist, pulled his cock out slowly and then pushed inside of her faster, quicker than she anticipated. The thrust made her cough and made him laugh, but Whitney she was ready for a wild ride. She took every inch of Julian’s long dick into her with excitement and ecstasy.

  The room grew hotter. Sweat began to coat their bodies. Julian pumped into her faster and faster until he was ready to come. He barely had time to pull out as he thrust in her one last time before reaching his climax.

  He pulled out of her. “Holy shit,” he gasped and trotted off down the hall to what she assumed was the bathroom.

  Whitney was stuck. She lay on her back with one leg over the top of the couch and the other stretched out. She didn’t want to move and as a matter of fact, she was gearing up for another round.

  Julian returned with a warm towel and he wiped his juices off of her. She’d never had any guy do that for her. Julian was special, thoughtful and considerate. It made her wonder where he’d gotten those qualities from because Duke didn’t possess them at all. But her thoughts wouldn’t let go of the guilt over what she’d done. She knew that it would come out eventually and after what they’d just done, she’d rather tell him now than wait for Tara to tell him later.

  Breaking the silence of their bliss, Whitney spoke softly into the dimly lit room. “I have something to tell you. I just have to be honest about this, and it’s not easy for me,” she continued, “You know this thing between Tara and me?”

  Julian sat up on the couch. “Yeah, what about it?”

  The nerves trickling down her spine made Whitney hesitant, but the liquid courage she’d been imbibing gave her everything she needed to be completely honest. “I did something terrible, Jules.”

  “What could you have possibly done to her?”

  “About a week before her accident, I was at the bar doing a favor for Pawpaw. I heard some noises coming from the back office, and went to check it out. I saw her and Marco in there having sex. I wanted to tell you, but you were so in love with her, I thought I could talk to her about it. When I confronted her and told her what I saw, she took a swing at me. We tussled for a bit, and she got in two good hits, but when I pushed her away, she tripped into the bikes and the one landed on her.” Whitney refused to look him in the eyes as her voice cracked and a tear trickled down her cheek. “The worst part about it was, I went to see her in the hospital to apologize and I overheard one of the doctors saying, ‘You should be able to get pregnant again’. When I went inside the room, she looked fine, but I wasn’t. I was a mess. I begged her to forgive me and said I never meant for anything like that to happen. All she did was stare at me and tell me that I was the reason you weren’t gonna be a dad. I’m sorry Julian.”

  Her tears came faster and she couldn’t look at him. She heard Julian’s deep breath as he pushed himself off the cushion. She could feel his anger bubbling, “You should have told me. You should have told me before you left! I had to hear about that Marco shit in front of the club. In front of everybody! Whitney, I can’t believe you. After everything, from our parents? I would never keep something like that from you. Tara was fucked up for that, but I deserved more from you. I thought you cared about me, Whit.”

  “Julian, I do,” she cried. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell you. I couldn’t tell you that it was my fault you weren’t going to be a father.”

  “That’s not your fault! The events leading up to that—at the very least you should have told me about Marco. And then you bolted. I think you should go.” He took a deep breath trying to rein in his temper.

  “But Julian…” She made every attempt to stop herself from blubbering. But the look in his eyes, so full of pain and anger, wouldn’t let her stay where she was. There was nothing else for her to say other than a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

  She got dressed and left Julian’s house with tears burning down her cheeks. They’d waited for so long to be together, and now Whitney was certain she’d messed that up for good.

  ***

  The sun shining so brightly mocked Whitney’s mood in the days that followed. It had been over a week and Julian still refused to speak to her. The guys at the bar all gave her knowing looks, but she attributed that to her paranoia. They didn’t care about her secrets. The only thing she wanted to know was how to make things right again.

  The sound of her phone ringing brought her out of her funk. Ben was
on the other end, wondering where she was. “You alright, Whit?”

  “You haven’t spoken to Jules?” she questioned.

  “Of course I have, he’s not mad at me,” he joked.

  “Not funny!”

  Ben laughed anyway. “Sure it is, but just give him some time and it will pass. There’s no way what Tara did, or what happened to her after, was your fault. He knows that and just needs some time to cool off. He cares about you, kiddo. He’ll come ‘round.”

  “Can you talk to him for me and help move that part along?” she wondered.

  “Absolutely not!” he asserted. “Ya can’t tell people how or what to feel, let alone when to tell ‘em to stop feeling it. Everything will work out on its own time. Speaking of time, you think you’ll be in any time soon? They got some kinda meeting going on down here, and we can use the extra hands.”

  “Yeah, I’m on my way.”

  ***

  Stepping inside The Shock Bar wasn’t as devastating as she expected. As a matter of fact, her mother was there, standing alongside Duke and Marco, speaking to the large group of bikers. Whitney passed by Julian, who was still icing her out. She stood as far away from him as possible as her mother, Molly, spoke, “Thank you all for coming out this early in the morning for this meeting of the Shadows. As you all know, my Paw owned this bar and a few other properties around town. I know that you all wanted me to sign it over to Duke and the club so that it could stay in the Shadows, but I had to figure it out for myself if that was the best thing to do. I’ve had my darling Whitney running the place and even though you fellas gave her one hell of a time, she hit the ground running and has done a good job keeping this place in order. With that being said, I’m happy to announce that I’ve come to the decision to sign the place over to Duke.”

  “You can’t do that!” Whitney shouted from the back of the room. All eyes turned to her as she shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re doing this! You always let him manipulate you. I’m done!”

  Whitney bolted through the doors toward the car. She folded her arms across her chest, wondering how in the hell Duke was able to talk her mother into that decision, when she was sure her mother could sell the place for a pretty penny.

  Julian wasn’t far behind her. He ran his fingers through his loose black hair, flopping it over to the side.

  Even with their rift, it seemed that Julian was more than aware of how hard Whitney had been working to run the bar. Everyone saw it.

  “I need to get out of here,” she whispered to Julian while fighting back her tears. But before they could leave, both Duke and Molly came out of the club. She glared at them with red eyes, wondering how her mother could betray her.

  “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. I’m done. I’m done trying to help. I’m done trying to prove that I’m not going to run away from the family. I’m over it. Do what you want, I’m going back to school.”

  “Of course you are,” Molly said sweetly, irritating her. Molly sighed and stepped closer to her. Julian moved out of the way and Molly stood eye to eye with Whitney. “Whit, I’m sorry if this wasn’t the decision you thought I was going to make, but please believe me when I say that I made it all on my own with no convincing from Duke whatsoever.”

  “Forgive me if I find that hard to believe,” Whitney scoffed and turned away.

  Molly pulled her daughter around to face her again, “Think about it. How often do I do anything I don’t want to do? Where do you think you get that temper from girl?”

  Whitney actually did run through all of the times her mother complained about Duke, and what he wanted. There wasn’t any time in particular where she could remember her mother being outsmarted or forced into doing anything she didn’t already want. She shrugged.

  “Exactly,” Molly smiled, kissing her cheek.

  “Besides, you left quicker than a priest getting caught in a whorehouse. You missed the part about you staying on to run the place weekends when you are home from school.” Duke chimed in.

  “What?” Whitney’s eyes darted back and forth between them. Molly smiled and nudged Duke.

  He sighed and rolled his eyes as if being nice was hard work. “Yeah, so I want to apologize for that first day when I had the guys walk out on ya. I will admit that was a bit childish of me, and could have ruined things because I wasn’t seeing the bigger picture. You did good taking control of the situation and getting them day workers to come in to help you out. You got all the walkouts jealous enough to come back without having me tell ‘em to. You really showed that you can handle this place. And you won’t get any more trouble outta me.”

  “Thank you Duke,” Whitney said, pulling the tall biker in for a hug. It was awkward but still felt like the right thing to do. He deserved to be hugged. “I’ll try not to be such a pain in the ass when I come home too.”

  “Appreciated,” he said pulling away. “Enough of this mushy crap. Last thing I need is the fellas coming out here thinking I’m being soft and what not.”

  The three of them watched Duke walk back into the bar. Whitney couldn’t help but smile as her anger subsided. She stared at her mother wondering what was next, “So what happens when I go back to school?”

  “That’s exactly why I opted to do things this way. Paw had a few other houses that he owned and I want to rent them out. So, dealing with that whole process along with running the bar seemed like it would be too much for me to take on. Duke and the club can have my share. Ben will keep things going during the week and if you’re serious about sticking around, I expect to see you down here on weekends, picking up your shifts.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Whitney said.

  Molly smiled and glanced down at Whitney’s hand, wrapped around Julian’s. Whitney didn’t even remember taking it. He was just there by her side. Mad or not, he was showing that he was going to be there for her while she faced her mother.

  “Yeah about that, you two,” Molly began.

  Julian cut her off. “Now we don’t want you to feel weird about it or anything.”

  Whitney jumped in. “And it’s not like we never dated before you and Duke got married.”

  “And we don’t care what anyone has to say. We’re gonna keep seeing each other no matter what.” Julian stated firmly.

  “We are?” she smiled innocently and looked up to him.

  Julian sighed, and kissed her temple, “We got some things to work out, but yeah.”

  Molly laughed. “I ain’t gonna stop two adults from seeing each other. What I was gonna tell you is you don’t have to sneak around about it. Everybody knows and nobody cares. Well, Tara kind of cares, but she’s a loose cannon about everything. Have fun. Live your life. You ain’t gonna hear no complaints from me.”

  Whitney hugged her mother and stood there with Julian as she went back inside the club. There was no telling what to expect, but when Julian offered to go back inside, hand in hand, Whitney thought it would be the perfect time to gauge everyone’s reactions.

  It was just as her mother had said, nobody cared. There weren’t any scathing remarks from anyone. They all spoke to them as if walking hand in hand was a normal occurrence. The relief from that burden alone was enough to make Whitney wish she’d never left the way she did.

  With her head resting on Julian’s shoulder, they stood by the bar, watching the goings on. There was one person whose reaction they didn’t see.

  “Have you seen Tara?” Whitney asked? He shook his head. Ben walked over and told them she’d went to the back.

  Whitney was certain that she needed to be the one to tell Tara that they were going to be an item and that she’d told Julian the truth. Nothing was going to stop her from burying this mental tug of war between them. Julian no longer belonged to Tara and she was going to make sure Tara knew that.

  ***

  With their fingers laced together, Whitney and Julian made their way behind the bar toward the back office of The Shock Bar. Her heart was thumping in her ches
t. She had no idea what kind of reaction she’d get out of Tara. She was hoping for defeat, but wouldn’t bet against blind rage. Tara had a knack for throwing adult tantrums and getting her way. But this was going to be different.

  The voices of Marco and Tara carried down the hall like leaves on a breeze. Whitney felt Julian’s hand push gently against her stomach, stopping her from walking forward and interrupting their conversation. They listened in waiting for the opportune time to interrupt.

  “You really need to do something about getting Whitney out of here, Marco! She doesn’t like me because of our relationship. I really think she’s just using her brother to get closer to you,” Tara was heard saying.

  “Don’t be so fucking dramatic. Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?” Marco chastised her.

  “I’m serious, baby, she hates me. She’ll probably poison one of my drinks or something! And let’s not forget that she’s reason why I lost our baby in the first place.”

  Whitney and Julian exchanged a glance, but Marco cleared it up with his outburst. “Stop bringing that up! You ain’t ever had no kid of mine in ya! And I know that girl wasn’t the reason. Your last trip to the clinic was far more educational than I’m sure you wished it to be.”

  “What are you talking about? The doctors had to cut that baby out of me because she pushed me into those bikes!”

  “No!” Marco was heard flinging a chair across the room. “You told them to get rid of it. Ain’t no bruised ribs and broken arm reason enough to end a pregnancy. I ain’t as stupid as you think. And your doctor told me to look into some facility to get you checked out since all three of your abortions were voluntary. He thought you was crazy and didn’t know what kind of cunt you really are. But I don’t like them damn head doctors so I let you stay around here. I figure if you keep busy enough you won’t let that crazy shit out of ya. But if you talk about killing my babies one more time, I’m liable to knock every single one of your teeth out. I don’t give a fuck no more.”