Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance

by Lorde, Liz K.

  Thrusting in and out of her tightness, Luke grunted and continued his assault, “You’re tighter than I imagined babe,” the words left his lips in a mix of shock and pure ecstasy. “I could get addicted to this,” he breathed, kissing Jasmine’s lips.

  “I’m yours,” she promised, “any time you need me, lover.” Her body quickly became tight with energy as she neared that maddening cliff. “Oh fuck,” she called out, bringing her hands to Luke’s back and digging her nails deep into his skin, feeling his hard and toned muscles.

  “I’m close,” the man crooned, quickening his pace with a renewed vigor – the sound of his balls slapping against Jasmine’s wetness.

  “I’m,” Jasmine moaned hard, “fuck, fuck I’m already there,” her toes curled and the muscles of her pussy contracted time and time again, an ecstasy shooting through her body – leaving her feeling light as a feather and tingling all over. Every stroke of the man’s cock inside of her only served to heighten her senses, making her dizzy with love and lust. It felt like she was slipping away into the throes of an insane bliss; she shattered around the man’s thickness, leaving a gooey white trail of juice.

  Luke pulled out from Jasmine’s wetness and brought his firm and glistening cock to the woman’s chest, pumping away furiously before shooting out ropes of warm, white seed against her sun kissed breasts. He collapsed alongside of her then, keeping her tightly snuggled against his person.

  Several minutes of cuddling passed and before either of them knew it, they had passed out for a couple of hours. Later, when they woke, the two were still physically drained even after their nap, but at least now Jasmine was satisfied and content; she knew that it wouldn’t be long before her body burned for her man’s touch again, however. She could hardly believe how much she caught herself smiling.

  Jasmine rolled over to snuggle up against the comforting hardness that was Luke’s body, wrapping an arm over his chest and rubbing it gently; she was practically purring in the man’s ear. “That was amazing, I’ve never been uhm, put to sleep like that before, at least… not in that way.” she whispered sweetly, kissing behind the man’s ear and then nibbling against his lobe, feeling a twinge of excitement between her legs.

  Luke chuckled, turning his head to face the woman and moving a hand over to her ass, squeezing hard. “You were amazing,” he replied, “I don’t think I ever want to leave this bed,” he confessed in a sexy husk.

  “Mmm,” Jasmine kissed the man’s lips, “good because I’ve been thinking about just chaining you up here all to myself.”

  “Yeah? I was having a similar thought,” he hinted, his eyes moving along her body, “I was thinking …” the man sprang into action, his body pressing her hard against the bed and his hands at her wrists, “Nylon rope.”

  A small gasp escaped Jasmine’s lips, her throat suddenly becoming tight with excitement. “I-I’d very much like that,” she whimpered, struggling a bit against the man’s touch.

  He smirked, smug as a snake and flopped back down to where he once was, pulling Jasmine tightly against him in an embrace. “Good,” he said. He then exhaled a breath.

  “Something on your mind?” Jasmine asked.

  “Yeah, kind of,” he cracked his knuckles.

  “Tell me.”

  His lips lifted into a smirk, “Just concerned about how things are going with The Club. Don’t like the direction we keep heading year after year … month after month.”

  “Can’t you do something about it?”

  Luke shook his head, “Not alone. We’re running something later today and I can’t stand doing it.”

  “But you have to?”

  “Yeah,” Luke nodded, his voice growing softer, “I have to.”

  “What is it?”

  “I shouldn’t say,” Luke shook his head, “plausible deniability and such.”

  Jasmine considered a couple of things, squeezing Luke’s hand, “I understand. Let’s talk about something else then.”

  Luke nodded, “Sounds good to me.”

  Fingers of happiness pushed against her chest, “You know,” she stopped, shaking her head – feeling her cheeks start to redden.

  Squeezing her hand tighter, Luke smiled, “What? Why’d you stop?” He chuckled, “don’t leave me hanging here Doc,” his hand brushed along Jasmine’s cut gently.

  “It’s stupid,” she announced, looking the man in his eyes. “But, when I was a little girl – I used to have a crush on this, well on this boy named Kyle. We would hang out during recess and stuff, but we were only ever friends – we never got to do any of the cool, out-there stuff, like holding hands.”

  “You know we’re doing that right—“

  “Anyway, there was this treehouse that all the cool kids would get invited up to. Kyle would go up there all of the time, and I’d always catch him with one of my classmates – let me tell you, the jealousy I felt then? God it was insane!”

  Luke just laughed.

  “No,” Jasmine harped, “I’m serious, chubby little me had to go through a lot of sleepless nights because of that stupid boy and his hangout; when I was a teenager I refused to smoke pot with some of my friends because they’d always do it in their treehouse.”

  “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. You weren’t smoking pot when you were just a kid?”

  Jasmine smacked the man on his shoulder, “You’re insufferable.” She paused a moment, bringing her chin down to her chest, “and I was kind of scared of heights,” she whispered beneath her breath quickly.

  “At least I can climb a tree,” Luke replied snobbishly.

  “Well!” She huffed, “good for you,” a smile slowly crept up the lines of her face. The two cuddled and made small talk for another hour, laughing and kissing and relishing in each other’s company; when Luke mentioned his brother by name, Jasmine remembered something important that’d she never told the man. She’d been so caught up in life and with their falling out – the grim issue had slipped through the cracks of her mind.

  “What’s wrong?” Luke asked.

  Her face had darkened and her body stilled. How were you supposed to bring something like this up? Wasn’t it all a bunch of hysteric nonsense anyway? Maybe I just shouldn’t tell him … no, it wouldn’t be right. I just wish it wasn’t so hard. “Um, well,” Jasmine started nervously, “there’s this thing,” she said. Luke nodded silently. “I, when your brother,” she suddenly felt only half as tall as she was, “Able. When he was admitted? He kept repeating something, and I’m sorry I never told you – things just got so, so messed up.”

  The brows of his face furrowed and his eyes narrowed, his head perking up at the mention of his brother’s name. He stared at her in rapt attention, his voice deadly serious and inquisitive, “What did he say?”

  “Something about chains,” Jasmine gestured with her hands, it was hard to remember exactly what the dying man had said – the scene and feeling stuck with her more so than the words. “He just kept repeating ‘chains’ over and over, it was surreal because he was so far gone at that point, but I guess he felt the need to say that.”

  Luke was perfectly still, save for his chest rising in a breath, like a panther about to pounce. “That’s it? That’s all that my brother said?” His words were pointed now.

  “It’s hard to remember,” Jasmine conceded, “something about trusting him and chains. It was such a gruesome moment, I didn’t try to purposefully keep it in my head. I’m sorry.”

  Silence hung in the room for several heartbeats. Luke’s face screwed up in anger and he scrambled out of the bed, pulling up his jeans and shooting a frantic look at Jasmine. “And you’re sure!?” He roared.

  Jasmine froze up, her muscles tightening and her breathing becoming shallow. She wasn’t used to seeing the man like this. He had a murderous look in his eye.

  “Jasmine!” He snapped. “This is important,” he said, slipping his shirt back on and hunting for his jacket.

  “Yes,” she finally fo
und her voice, “that’s what he said, Luke, I’m not lying. It’s just nonsense though, I mean, isn’t it? Does it mean something to you?” Jasmine pulled the bed sheets against her person and sat up, her raven curls spilling past her shoulders. “You’re kind of scaring me right now, Luke, don’t you dare do something we’ll both regret.”

  The man pushed his arms through the sleeves of his black jacket, “Don’t worry about me,” he assured, “I’ve got something that I need to do.”

  And just like that, he was gone again. What the hell did I just start?

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  Kayla

  He’s probably with that whore, she thought. Just thinking about it made Kayla’s skin crawl – as though worms were digging just below her flesh. She’d sacrificed so much to help Luke, and what did he reward her with? Betrayal.

  I always knew he was too weak; it should have been him, not Able.

  He didn’t want you, a voice in the darkness susurrated. She remembered how fondly she once felt for Able, and how they never really went away.

  Even as the knife pressed into his throat.

  The man never felt the same way that she did, and the Knights held so much affection for him; Luke would never be the man that he was destined to be. Not while he lived in that shadow.

  Kayla slipped an Oxycotton inside of her mouth and walked over to the guest room, which she had so meticulously converted into a shrine of audio equipment, recording gear and musical instruments. She had stacks and stacks of vinyl piled up in a great, antique bookcase. Padding over to the computer, she sat down in her chair and pulled up the microphone, booting up the computer and going to her digital audio workstation.

  In the corner of the room were a pair of Ibanez guitars from the 90’s; a fender bass and a since discontinued Oasis keyboard. It seemed as though every thought led her back to Jasmine, which in turn brought her back to the fact that her face was ruined – some scarring would be permanent.

  She stole him, Kayla thought. She stole my beauty and my love; each twist of the mind was another stab of fresh pain to her chest. She pulled up a program on her desktop, zoning out a moment. She then began to say out loud individual words; the first fingers of sunlight pouring through her window. But all she could feel was an ache in her bones; one whisper of flame in the darkness that was her mind kept flickering to life.

  Why doesn’t anyone want me?

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  Luke

  The wind howled in the twilight of morning, the sun only just starting to crown the horizon of Sequim. There was fire churning deep in his belly. Why would he do this? Luke could feel the desperate ache in his knuckles as he sped down to Robert’s apartment. It had to be him, it had to. Why else would Able say what he said? Needles of doubt pricked away at his psyche, was what Jasmine said truly what his brother had breathed in his dying breath?.

  Pulling up to the street in which Robert resided, Luke killed his engine a couple of houses down from where he needed to be. Where Able’s killer was hiding. You’re nothing more than a cockroach, he thought. The hour of twilight still shrouded Luke as he swaggered top heavy to the traitor’s dinghy little house; the outside was old and it’s white paint chipped away, most residents had probably used it as a whore house and a crack den. Luke was ready to bring the value down even further, how much would homicide tick down the price of something already next to worthless? Even from here he could hear the thump of bass and the thick, grainy mids of guitar.

  Stepping to the front door quietly, he placed his hand on the brass knob. Surely he wouldn’t be that stupid with a neighborhood like this, Luke turned his head both ways and then shook the handle.

  Locked.

  Luke put a hand to his face and stroked before retreating a couple of steps and looking over the yard. Grass was overgrown and there were suspicious holes scattered about, leaves and trash – mostly cans of Pabst – made their home wherever they pleased. Glimpsing the shed, Luke stalked over to it and gave the door a quick check. He felt the hot licks of anger against his chest again and moved over to the side of the shed, spying a couple of tools that the man must have been too lazy to return.

  Going past the shovel, Luke procured the crowbar partially hidden amongst the thick grass. He weighed it in his hands and gave an absent nod of approval before creeping to the side of Robert’s house. He could see the blue light of Robert’s TV coming from out the window, him and two whores sitting on the couch making out, taking swigs of a bottle of Jack. Twin, fiery serpents rose up Luke’s back and he doubled back the way he came, to another window where there was only darkness. Music’ll do fine for cover, thanks Mick Mars. Luke brought the rusted crowbar to the windowsill and shoved it into place, applying a great force. Splinters of egg-white wood broke off as the window violently jerked upwards.

  Waiting for a moment of time, Luke listened as best he could to see if any of the three might have heard something. Dropping the crowbar into the dark room, his pulse began to race and he pushed the window up all the way, as far as it would permit, propping his hands against the windowsill and pushing himself up; his muscles straining from the force – he hiked his legs up and swung them inside.. From there Luke cautiously slipped his person inside of the dark room, landing soundly on his boots.

  Luke picked up the crowbar and felt his way blindly about the room, his free hand coming across something round and hard, it was no bigger than his fist. Luke picked it up and played with it briefly, ruminating what it might be – his eyes straining to glimpse it properly. He realized then, what it was, and chuckled to himself, putting the paperweight inside of his jacket pocket.

  When he finally found the door, he carefully turned the knob – his head heated and his muscles screaming for him to stop being so slow, so cautious. His breathing began to quicken, the image of Able’s bloodied ‘face’ swimming through his mind’s eye.

  He opened the door slightly, peering out of it. They would have direct line of sight of Luke, but the three were distracted – it wasn’t ideal but he knew that he could make this work. Taking one last breath … Luke swung the door open and strode forward, slipping his hand inside of his bomber jacket and producing the paperweight as he went towards the three. They hadn’t even noticed him yet.

  When he finally took that first step into the light of the living room, and he wound up his arm – releasing the round weight with a pent up fury, the three immediately turned to face him. The two girls were equal parts scream, equal parts gasp and equal parts skank. Robert had the bottle of JD to his lips, but he nearly dropped it when the paper weight soared into the TV; crashing into the screen and making a horrible noise, the shards of glass zipping through the air as Luke continued onwards.

  The girls were already getting up when Luke pointed a finger at Robert, his crowbar dragging against the hardwood floor: “Get the fuck out, say nothing,” he boomed, the two girls running for their lives.

  Robert clumsily tried to rise to his feet, “My fucking TV man,” he waved a hand at the dead entertainment screen. Yeah, rest in pieces like your owner. “You-you, you fuckin’ come in my house? In my house and you—“

  “Shut the hell up and sit your traitorous ass down,” Luke commanded, the winds of wrath filled his sails. His hand gripped the crowbar so tight that his knuckles turned white, it stung to hold it as such – but feeling the pain was better than feeling the nothingness and sadness.

  Robert did not relent. “No!” He threw his arms out, only a couple of feet away from Luke.

  “Do not make me repeat myself.”

  He narrowed his eyes and stumbled in place without having moved, “You can’t just come in here and scare my girls and break my fu—“

  With one single, fluid snap of his leg, Luke kicked the man back down onto the couch – a wave of satisfaction rolling through him, paired with the familiar feeling of hate.

  Robert crashed into the red couch, spilling his bottle of Jack all over the place and screwing up his face in utter su
rprise. It was disgusting to even have to glimpse the man’s worm-like lips.

  “You will sit your ass down,” Luke berated, posturing aggressively with the crowbar in hand, “you’ll answer my god damn questions,” he continued, pacing around the room slowly, but never taking his eyes off of the man. “And you will pay, if you lie to me, Robert, if you lie to me?” His voice was cold as the chill of the grave. Luke put a foot on the couch between the man’s legs, getting dangerously close and invading the man’s space. “I will take this,” he turned the crowbar in his hand, admiring it for a heartbeat, “and I will get it very acquainted with this,” he tapped the scum’s cheek with the curved end of the crowbar.

  Robert sucked in a deep breath, sinking as far as he could into the couch – his disgusting and pasty skin glistening with a putrid film of nervous, drunken sweat. He shook his head, mumbling a noise of disagreement.

  “Do you want to count your teeth Robert?”

  “W-what? No!” He shifted, the fear was in his eyes.

  It was proving an impossible task to not take sadistic pleasure in toying with the traitor. Luke pressed the crowbar deep into the man’s face, “I asked you a QUESTION,” he tapped the side of the man’s face. “Do. You. Want to count. Your teeth? Now I know you’re not too good with numbers, but what the hell.”

  “Come on, Luke,” he pleaded, looking upwards. “You’re acting crazy,” he said, “the Knights are gonna have your ass for this. You want a fucking mark?”

  Luke shot a hand out at the man’s neck, wringing it like some kind of doll. His blood felt thick now, and his head heavy; for every time that he blinked, he swore he saw his brother’s eyes.

  Dropping the bottle of JD, two hands came up helplessly to try and pry off the ones around his neck, his throat gurgling incoherent words and his eyes furious – searching for some kind of reason.