by M. N. Forgy
Closing my eyes, I take in the smell of him. Fresh, minty, and spicy. It’s odd; ever since I’ve laid eyes on Lip my heart has seemed to beat off-rhythm, but lying here next to him, our hearts beat in sync, a rhythm of their own that I have yet to understand.
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Thunder strikes and I jump awake. Sweeping my eyes across the way, I notice it’s still dark outside, and I’m in Lip’s bed. He doesn’t look so…hard, when he’s asleep. He looks gentle. I cup his cheek, the scruff of it scratching against my palm. Is it so bad that I want to be with him, that I don’t want to be alone and surf in a tide of loneliness anymore? His eyes flutter open and pin me in their gaze. I hold my breath as he lifts his hand, his index and middle fingers brushing across both my lips. My body tingles everywhere, and my sex throbs with an intensity so strong I feel my hips trying to rock in rhythm to it.
I hitch my leg over his hips, and his cock instantly begins to harden against my thigh. My hands trail up his hard chest as his dick rubs against me just right. His hands grip my hips, and I literally hear his teeth clench together.
“Cherry,” he warns. My eyes dart to his, my heart beating a mile a minute that he’s rejecting me.
Thunder booms from above us.
“I’m afraid if I do this, I’ll never be able to let you go,” he whispers, his brows knitted together. My eyes widen, and a sly smirk fits my face. Playboy Lip wants me to himself.
“Who says you have to?”
Like a match finding its flame, he rolls over on top of me, his knees spreading mine apart. My fingers anchor themselves into his hair. I have to latch onto something because this man, the things he says, and the way I feel when his fingers barely graze my skin… it all feels too good to be true. Like this is a dream and I may float away at any moment and drop face-first into my reality of misery.
“I’m sure there is a rule somewhere that says I shouldn’t sleep with a man I barely know, but I just don’t care,” I mutter, curling his hair around my finger. I know I’m being reckless; the nerves in my chest can prove that. But the urge to feel desired, to feel Lip’s hands claim my skin is a stronger, more prominent craving.
“Something you should know about me, babe: I’m a rule-breaker,” he states, his voice coming out raw and seductive.
Leaning down, he nips at my underwear, his hands sliding up my legs. I bend at the knee and moan from the amount of pleasure I’m receiving with just the simple contact. I’ve never felt so worked-up before. With every touch of his skin against mine, I feel like I may explode in a world of euphoria. He brushes my shirt above my belly button with his nose as his hands travel up my hips. Pushing his fingers in my panties, he slides them against my wetness. I buck against him and close my eyes from the intense tingling sensation bursting through me.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me,” he whispers, the sound nearly making me whimper from the way it does things to me. It’s so powerful, so raw.
“Lip, I, uh…” Insecurities start to fill my chest, second thoughts firing in my mind. The first time I’d done this, I was wasted. I’m far from being shit-faced, and I’m feeling very inexperienced at the moment.
“What’s wrong?” He stills. My mouth dries as I try to think of how to say it.
“I’ve, um, w-well,” I stammer. “I’ve only had sex once before, and I was really drunk,” I finally state.
“So?” He shrugs, nipping at my knee.
“So, what if I’m-you know-not any good?”
He smiles. He fucking smiles.
“No fucking way you could be bad.” He shakes his head and looks down. I arch a brow, unsure what to say to that. “But I’ll go slow so I don’t hurt you.”
He slowly lifts his head, his eyes hooded. “I feel sorry for that last prick you were with, ‘cause now that you’re opening your legs for me, I’m about to be the last man to be between them,” he states, his tone deep and serious. My heart thuds with attraction. His words are so proud, so confident, and I fucking swoon.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself, huh?” I joke. Lip pushes himself up from my belly and rests his forehead on mine, his eyes not giving anything away.
“Cherry, I’ll be your last ‘cause I’ll fuck you like no man can compare. I’m not being arrogant, I’m being honest. When I’m done with you, you’ll have a hunger for my cock like a starved woman. Now let me fuck you, ‘cause that’s all I’ve wanted to do since the day you took my wallet.”
My lips part and a weak mewl escapes. God, that’s all I’ve wanted, too, and my body can’t take the torture of having such rugged sexiness within reach anymore.
He inserts a finger into my wetness, testing me, and my pussy instantly pulses around it. He turns his hand and flexes his finger in a ‘come here’ motion, and stars shoot behind my eyelids. My hands cling to his broad shoulders and my toes curl from the pleasure.
“Jesus, I can feel you clench around my finger,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
My hips ride his finger like a wave. I need that unfamiliar feeling of bliss; I want more of it.
He slowly withdraws his finger and my eyes pop open, finding his focused solely on me.
“Seeing you fuck my finger like that, I can’t wait to watch you ride my dick, Cherry.” The air is zapped from me, and my lips part to allow a large breath to enter. He has a filthy mouth, but his words make me feel so good. He slowly drags my dainty panties down my legs, the slow pace throwing my senses into hyper-drive. Grabbing me by the knees, he pulls them apart, spreading me wide. He looks at my pussy, his chest rising.
“I want you to ride my tongue like you did my finger,” he instructs.
I can’t speak as fear fills my chest. What if I taste bad?
He lowers his head, his hands on my bent knees, and laves at my wetness.
“Oh, God!” I moan loudly. It’s so wet and warm. Every strike of his tongue shoots an unfamiliar sensation from my core through each of my limbs.
“You can call me Lip,” he rasps confidently from between my thighs, the sound vibrating against my sensitive skin. I clench my eyes and gasp for air as my body winds up with an incredible sensation. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my hips grind against his face.
He pulls up, my wetness shining against his stubble.
“Not yet,” he growls, stopping just before my body erupts into a thousand little pieces of sexual need. He seems anxious, like he can’t handle it anymore. Sitting on his knees, he lifts me up and pulls my top off frantically. My nipples pebble against the air. I wrap an arm around his neck, my tits pressing into his hardened chest firmly as he places one hand on my back and lowers us.
He smashes his lips to mine, the taste of me filling my mouth. I arch my body into his and pull my mouth away to grant my burning lungs a breath of air. I wrap my legs around him, his hard length pressing right against my opening. I can’t help but rock against it. I want it badly—desperately, even.
“That’s it,” he growls.
“Lip,” I breathe heavily. I can’t take this torture anymore. I know I should resist him, shouldn’t even be here let alone in his room, but with the look in his eyes when he watches me, the wolfish smile across his handsome face, and the way his fingers shoot a toxic wave through every nerve ending of my body, I can’t push him away anymore. I am weak, I am hurting, and I just want to feel good for one damn minute.
He slowly places me back down on the bed and pulls his boxers down to his knees.
Oh. Fuck. His dick is pierced. My eyes flick to his, and he smiles wolfishly, his expression full of ego.
“You on the pill?” he questions. I nod; I’ve been on birth control since I had Piper. Thankfully for me, they give those with low income—or, in my case, no income—free birth control.
“Good, cause condoms break every time I use ‘em,” he informs. My eyes widen with that statement.
He grabs my knees and positions the head of himself right against me. My heart beats wildly. What if it hurts?
I draw in a ti
ght breath as he pushes the head of his dick inside of me. He stretches me as he pushes all the way in, and I whimper. It burns, my body not used to the size of him. However, the pleasure of him filling me binds with the ache of him stretching me. I can’t decide if I want to whimper with pain or moan with satisfaction.
He throws his head back and groans, the sound vibrating through his body. His palms slide along my thighs and up my stomach, the simple action causing the muscles in my stomach to tremble. He hisses between his teeth and applies just enough pressure on my left nipple that a deep, whole-body sigh sounds from my mouth.
He pulls his hips back slowly and thrusts forward, and my lips form an O as that feeling of bliss instantly starts to resurface.
He gently kneads my tit and lowers his body on top of mine, our bodies trapping his hand on my breast. I clench my eyes shut and don’t hold back, moaning as loudly as I can as pleasure erupts in my lower half.
“Damn, I love that sound,” he grits through clenched teeth.
His hips keep pulling back and driving forward, the barbell in the head of his cock hitting me just right. I try to breathe but the air just won’t enter my lungs as I ride the tide of my orgasm.
My body pulses and clenches around Lip as I come down from my cloud of ecstasy. He shudders on top of me, and his warm cum fills me.
Lightning strikes, lighting the room briefly. Our chests rise and fall rapidly as we just lay here in elation. He rolls over and pulls the sheet with him, covering his wet dick.
Awkward silence fills the room. I brush my hair away from my face and rub at my forehead. Regret surfs through me. What did I do? Why did I do that?
“You okay?” Lip whispers. It’s like he can read my fucking mind.
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly.
He rolls over and pulls my bare ass against his still-hard cock.
“You’re something else, Cherry,” he whispers. I smirk as regret and second thoughts vanish. My brows narrow at the reaction, not sure what it means.
“Cherry? That guy you slept with before, is he the reason you’re hurting so bad?” Lip whispers into my ear. My body tenses, and my eyes widen. “I’d kill him, if it makes you feel any better.” I shift, turning to look him in the eyes, and find him staring right at me, dead serious.
“I’m not sad about him,” I sneer, shaking my head.
“Then what? What makes you cry at night?” he pushes, brushing hair from my face. I inhale a large breath. If I tell him about Piper, this could be over before it even starts, and I don’t need him trying to rescue me and making it worse in the end. Eric could hurt Piper just to keep her from me; he’s unpredictable.
“You’re right. It’s about him,” I backtrack. I mean, he is somewhat the reason I’m sad. “He just…he didn’t treat me right. He lied and betrayed me,” I continue, my brows slicing inward with anger the more I think about it.
“Where I come from, betrayal gets you six feet under,” he rasps. I roll back over and exhale. Obviously, my world and Lip’s world are incredibly different, because instead of Eric being six feet under, it was nearly me.
“He’ll pay his dues, Cherry.” Lip’s words come out as a promise, and I clench my eyes. I don’t respond, because I just want this conversation to be over.
CHAPTER FOUR
LIP
Sitting on the couch, I run my hands back and forth through my hair. My head is swimming with confusion this morning. I’ve fucked dozens of women, but I’ve never felt whatever that was last night before. I’ve taken Bull’s and Shadow’s advice and tried not to come off like a fucking Neanderthal toward Cherry. ‘Cause really, all I wanted to do last night was bend her over my bed and fuck her stupid. But I didn’t; I was gentle. She’s so feisty, but deep down that heart of hers is made of a fragile element. She’s alone and has nobody to depend on. There’s something about her that draws me in. Maybe it’s the depths of sadness that pool in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking. That alone makes me want to have mercy on her.
My compassion for her makes me step over the boundaries I usually set with other women. I blame her misery on my piqued interest in her. Leaning my head on the back of the couch, I sigh loudly. I don’t need this bullshit. This is going to confuse things badly. I have an omission, an undisclosed predicament that will drive more than a dagger in Cherry’s naïve heart when it’s revealed. Clenching my teeth, I stand. I’m an outlaw, a fucking outcast to society. I live by my own rules and thrive on my own demands; it’s what’s kept me alive so far. I need to set aside my infatuation and get focused.
Walking into my room, she’s just waking up, her freckled perky tits flashing briefly before she covers them up. Images of me sucking on those last night string behind my eyes, giving me morning wood.
“Nice rack.” I grin as her cheeks flush crimson. I love embarrassing her, saying something brazen just to watch her cheeks turn a sexy shade of pink.
“Here.” I toss the phone on the bed.
“What’s this?” She peers up at me.
“You need to call your brother. Didn’t you say you had a brother? You are obviously alone and need someone. Call him,” I suggest, my tone harsh.
She shakes her head and looks to the floor. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Things are complicated between him and —”
“Call him. Figure it out,” I interrupt.
She nods, running her thumb along the phone.
“I got church, but I’ll be back later.”
“Okay.” She smiles up at me, and my chest burns. I gotta get the fuck out of here.
Riding to the club this morning, I think about how things with Cherry have escalated and how quickly. Me caring for her, taking her in. When I’m around Cherry, I feel sane, like I got my shit together. It’s opened a side of me I thought was smashed by my father.
I ride into the parking lot and back my bike into its spot. Bobby rides in behind me and parks next to me.
“Morning, brother,” Bobby greets. I nod at him and put my bike on her stand. “You all right?”
I shrug. “Never better.”
Heading into the club, Bull walks out of his room, a tight-ass little blonde following behind him.
“Let’s do this, boys,” Bull calls the patched-in members to the chapel, and I sit on my stool, just in case they need me for something. Hawk, our oldest member, grumbles as he follows them in.
“This shit is too early.” Locks points at Bull, a cigarette between his fingers. Locks is the VP, and a prick. He’s one I’m not sure I can come to like even if it means my patch or not. He has an ol’ lady named Babs and he’s more than a fucking prick to her. Don’t get me wrong; I have a reputation of being an asshole amongst some of the club hoes myself. I’ve thrown a half-naked chick out of one of the club rooms. Turned one down to fuck another with bigger tits. Shoved a bitch’s face into a bed for talking too much while I fucked her. All of it. But I’d never disrespect a woman I owned.
“So, how are things with you and the little redhead?” Bobby asks, drinking milk right from the gallon. I swipe it from him and take a big swig, ignoring him. “You fuck her yet?” he prods.
I normally go into great detail about the girls I fuck, but for some reason I never thought about sharing how I fucked Cherry.
Bobby’s eyes widen as he wipes the milk mustache from his lips.
“Oh, damn. That good, huh?”
I level him with a look of anger.
“He got him some of the stuck-up pussy, and now he’s whipped.” Shadow laughs, sitting down beside me.
My fists clench. I’m not sure if I’m angry with them or her, though. I inhale a breath and try to shake it from my head. “She’s just a chick,” I tell them, but really I’m telling myself that. Cherry is getting under my skin deep, and it’s got me feeling things I don’t know if I want to feel.
“Yeah, I fucked her. Freckles everywhere.” I turn the milk carton and muster a smirk.
“Man, I love the ones that have ‘em on their tits. She have ‘em on her tits?” Bobby asks. The doors to the chapel swing open and the brothers walk out.
“Lip, Bull wants you.” Locks jerks his thumb over his shoulder.
“Uh-oh.” Bobby chuckles, and I flip him the bird and head into the chapel.
“Shut the door, son,” Bull orders. I do as told and sit in a chair. “Cherry, how is she?” he asks.
“Good. Why?” I ask.
“She’s from Golds Trailer park. Keep her away from there.” I try to think of where the fuck that is; if it’s the place I’m thinking, it’s miles from here. That place is trash, and dangerous. Jeez, no wonder Cherry is the way she is.
“How come?”
Bull raises an eyebrow. I know I’m a prospect and not supposed to ask questions, but I did anyway.
“Got some rival gangs from there, and we don’t need the trouble.”
I nod.
“You’re a good prospect, Lip. I see a patch coming your way soon,” Bull states. I smile; the thought of belonging to this club is an accomplishment I can’t wait to achieve.
“The Devil is in my blood. I’d wear the colors with pride.”
“I’m going to look at an SUV for the club today, so why don’t you ride along. We have a local club meeting us before. You do well, you can come with us when we go on our big run in a few weeks.”
“You mean the one near Nevada?” The boys have been talking about it for weeks. Potential suppliers for AK-47s.
“That’s the one.”
“Yeah, I’m in.” I stand, my palms sweating.
“Good.”
CHERRY
I look at the phone, debating on calling my brother. I bite my lip, unsure. Maybe I can call and see if there’s been any suspicious activity. If there has been, I won’t call him again. That’s it, that’s what I’ll do.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Tyler.”
“Lindsay! Where have you been?” His frantic voice makes tears prick my eyes.
“Things have gotten out of control with Eric and the lawyers. You know how I told you that I found the judge being paid off?”
