by Sky Winters
She drove home, glasses on and pedal to the metal. That coffee he’d shared with her was good. She would need to invest in some of that, she thought as she yawned. Flavored coffee made her like coffee way more than she ever did when it was plain.
She was quite relieved to be on the road again, and she was determined to not give any more thought to Mr. Lance Chase DuBois.
Unfortunately for her, Mr. DuBois wasn’t ready to be an afterthought. He apparently hadn’t gotten the memo that one night stands involved one night with the person, not multiple nights. Not dates.
“Can I see you again?” he texted her a day after her ‘drive of shame’ home.
Allie thought that the app she’d used was meant for hook-ups and nothing serious. She supposed that she could have been wrong. In any case, she should have talked to Lance about what she wanted. She realized that now. And now she definitely felt like a bitch, because he wanted to pursue whatever they might have…
“I can’t,” she replied, deciding that honesty was the best policy, even if it hurt. She had to remove the Band-Aid at some point, right? She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she couldn’t let him hurt her. She didn’t have a lot of faith in them working out as more than just a one-time thing.
“Why not?” he asked.
She was very glad that they were texting. Actually talking over the phone would be more personal, and there’d be more likelihood of her chickening out and saying yes to something she really should say no to.
“Because I don’t want a bad influence in my life. I used to be addicted to drugs, too. I’ve been doing so well lately. I can’t go back to that. I’m sorry.”
A bad boy looked appealing on paper, but allowing him to take over her life would be too much. He was sexy and kind, but he was also a hot mess. She didn’t want someone who smoked to avoid shooting up, and she didn’t want someone who was in a motorcycle club that did god knew what.
Oh god, she was starting to wonder if she had made a terrible mistake in spending an evening with him!
About a month later, her heard hurt again; like the hangover headache, but worse. Allie was pretty sure that hangovers didn’t work like that. She was about a week late on her period too, so she decided that a quick trip to the pharmacy was in order.
Great, she thought. Getting pregnant from a one night stand is just what I need.
She got the stick and followed the instructions. Sure enough, she was knocked up. By a stranger she had met on the internet. A motorcycle-riding, tattooed, ex-druggie, no less. As much as she didn’t want to, she knew that she needed to go see him again and let him know about their baby.
It felt so weird to even think about it as theirs.
“Hey Lance,” she texted to him instead of just showing up, unexpectedly. “We need to talk.”
She was already getting into her car as she told him this, so it wasn’t as though she would back out if he didn’t answer or said no.
Allie was grateful when he did respond, however.
“Yo, okay. Your place or mine? ;)”
He was joking with her now. That was possibly a good thing. It meant that, a month later, he still cared enough about her that seeing her wouldn’t be an annoyance or anything.
“I’m driving to see you,” she replied. Then she slipped her phone into a pocket of her purse and started her car. The long drive wouldn’t feel so long. The fact that she was dreading their conversation would make time go by so, so fast.
She told herself that there was a chance things would work out well. After all, Lance was a recovering addict, not an addict-addict… right? If they were both getting over the same sort of thing, wouldn’t they be able to help themselves? This could actually be good. The problems had arisen between her and Zach because she was a former user and he wasn’t. He got tired of helping her get over things. But Lance wouldn’t get tired of her… He’d understand.
At least, she hoped he would.
When she arrived at his place, after carefully checking her GPS at every stoplight, it seemed, she realized that he wasn’t home. His bike wasn’t in the driveway. Before blaming him for being gone, she reminded herself that she hadn’t told him when she’d be there and she couldn’t therefore assume that he’d be at home all day.
“I’m here!” she texted him. “Where are you?”
“The boys and I are having a club meeting at the onion,” he replied. “There’s a key under my doormat.”
Allie took that as a sign that she shouldn’t go to The Blind Onion and confront him at the moment. She found the key and was about to just let herself inside his apartment, but she wasn’t planning to stay over. She didn’t want to be a booty call, if that’s what he was thinking.
Plopping the spare key into her purse in case she would still need it, she got back into her car and drove to The Blind Onion anyway. She wasn’t afraid of a bunch of biker guys. This was important!
However, when she stepped into the pizza place, shit was going down. There was what appeared to be the endings of a fight happening. Guns and knives were drawn. The air in the room was intense, and smelled more like beer and perspiration than pepperoni.
“Oops, sorry,” she said when all eyes were suddenly on her. The jingling bell on the front door hadn’t worked in her favor. “I guess you’re closed.”
The guy in the dead center of the room pointed his gun at her and scowled.
Allie wasn’t going to be able to just back out of this one.
“Any of you punks know this chick?” he asked the group of other men who were gathered around, standing with their fists clenches and their various forms of weaponry out.
At last, she spotted Lance. He was standing near the front door and he backed towards her a little bit, shielding her from the gun. “She’s with me,” he said. “She doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
“Now I’m only going to say this one more time,” the big guy with a gun growled, rounding on the rest of the group and brandishing his gun in all of their faces. “Vinnie here owes me three thousand dollars… I score for Vinnie, he pays me. That’s how it’s supposed to work.”
Allie assumed that the guilty-looking, rat-faced guy was Vinnie.
Lance had told her that the motorcycle club was made up of his friends. Some friends…
While the scary guy with a gun was distracted by this Vinnie person, Allie crept back out of the restaurant. She took off running as soon as the door jingled again behind her. She didn’t bother with her car, but ran as far up the street as possible in order to get away, knowing that the guy wasn’t going to chase her down while he had a whole bike club to antagonize.
Once she was far enough away, she stopped and pulled out her cell phone. She called the police and reported a man with a gun in The Blind Onion.
Lance hadn’t had a gun. She didn’t see him holding any weapons, actually. Was he insane? Or was he just smarter than the rest of them?
She texted him that she’d alerted the cops and to meet her back at his house. She needed to talk to him and then she would be out of his hair for good.
The cops showed up and arrested several of the people at The Blind Onion, most importantly of all the drug dealer who’d been threatening all of them. The officers questioned Lance, but did not take him in because he was unarmed and was working in the establishment.
Two hours later, he was able to lock up and head home. He didn’t know what Allie needed to speak to him about, but he had a feeling that she wasn’t planning to be his girlfriend now; not after what she’d just witnessed.
Lance arrived at his building and managed to nap a parking spot directly next to hers. Cutting off his motorcycle’s engine, he dismounted and stored his helmet inside the seat. He trudged up the stairs of his building, not sure what to expect and not looking forward to whatever it was.
It had been a pretty shitty day.
“Hey, Allie,” he said, giving her a sweet smile as he came inside and shut the door behind him. “To what do I owe th
e pleasure?”
She’d been sitting on the couch bed, but she quickly stood up when he came through the door. She was not smiling. “What the fuck was that all about?” she asked, her voice a shouted whisper. “You told me you had kicked your drug habits!”
He put his hands up defensively. “I have,” he replied. “But some of the members of our club ain’t so lucky, okay?”
Her face suddenly softened from a frown to a pout. “I was really scared.”
“I know,” he said. Lance came to her and wrapped his arms around her in a hug.
She rested her head against his chest. It felt good to be held like that, even though she was going to be losing it in just a few more moments.
“I came here to tell you two things,” Allie said, looking up into his brown eyes. “First of all, and brace yourself… I’m pregnant.”
His arms loosened and he gaped at her.
Well, this was not a severance from him. It was quite the opposite, in fact!
“And secondly,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t think I should see you anymore. You’re too dangerous.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Coffee And Cigarettes
A long period of silence followed as Lance looked at Allie in disbelief. At first, he thought that he had misunderstood what she was saying, but there was no mistaking the fact that she’d said she didn’t want to be with him because he was dangerous. After working so hard to make his life better and more suitable for a girlfriend like her, the last thing he wanted to hear was that word. He had changed a lot since he was a user. And he was willing to change even more if it would make her happy. His mouth went from shocked and open to an agitated frown, but then he smiled and laughed a little. It was a hostile sort of laugh. A ‘you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me’ kind of laugh.
“You know I’m right,” Allie said. “Unless your brain temporarily shut off back there, you know what your life is like. It’s no place for a child. I’ve been trying so hard to change my life around. This is the reasoning I’ve needed.”
Lance continued to smile at her. She couldn’t tell if it was menacing or goofy. It was right on the line between those two types of smile.
“Right after the police came and questioned me, and took a bunch of my friends away… I quit the club.” He looked her in the eyes. “You’re right. It’s not a good place to be in, surrounded by former addicts who are still struggling. I can’t stay clean if I’m around them… I want to clean up my act. Not just for you, but partially for you.”
Allie didn’t know what to say. “You like me a lot, huh?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Is that bad?”
She looked down, blushing. Before the baby, she might have said yes. After all, she was trying to just have some fun and didn’t want to be in a relationship. But now… Well, fate hadn’t really given her a choice.
“No, it’s not bad,” she said. “I suppose we do have more in common than I expected.”
He went to her and gave her a hug. “It’s all going to be okay,” he said. “I promise. We’ll work together to make the best little happy existence we can, okay?”
She looked into his eyes, sizing him up a little. He was so handsome and kind. She didn’t want to blame him for shit he couldn’t help. The dealer had been there to threaten one of Lance’s biker club friends, not Lance. And Lance hadn’t been packing heat or anything quite so ludicrous.
“What are you going to do now that you’re out of your club?” she asked him. She did not want him to give up riding his motorcycle or being in a club with his friends, she just would prefer it if he be more selective with who he spent his time with. There had to be motorcycle clubs around there that weren’t so destructive. Maybe he could join a pizza-lovers motorcycle club?
He shrugged. “Start a new club, I guess. Fly solo for a while til I figure things out.”
Allie smiled at him. “Well, you don’t have to fly solo. You can fly duo. With me.” She smirked slightly. “That sounded better in my head.”
Lance laughed. “Aw, that’s cute. I thought for sure that you were never going to want to be on my bike again.”
Shaking her head, Allie released herself from his hold and went out to the kitchen to make herself some of that heavenly banana-flavored coffee. “As long as you promise me that you’re not going to drive it drunk ever again, I’ll ride with you.”
The coffee maker only made about two cups at a time. As she stood in the kitchen to guard the coffee as it was made, she gazed over the kitchenette and the living room that she could see from her vantage point. They both lived in small, cramped, studio apartments… That was going to need to change. A lot of things were going to be changing.
“Can we take it one day at a time?” she asked him.
Lance smiled and let out a soft chuckle. “That’s the only way to live.”
Since Allie had a better job and Lance’s experience as a pizza chef was more flexible in cities, they decided to search for a two bed-room apartment in Portland instead of staying in Vancouver. They both dealt with the wraths of their separate landlords and were eventually able to move in together in an apartment building that was a short walk away from Powell’s Books and Voo Doo Donut, in the heart of Portland.
He hung out on the couch, applying for jobs while she went to work. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start.
One evening, Allie sat on the floor with a package she’d received in the mail from IKEA, trying to make sense of the instructions. “This is supposed to be a crib,” she told Lance.
Looking over the laptop at her, he grimaced. “It looks like a pile of sanded wood to me,” he joked.
“It would look better if you’d come down here and help me,” Allie retorted.
Lance closed the laptop and set it aside, sinking down to his knees from the couch and crawling over towards her. He kissed her neck and cheek, still not exactly helping.
She let a soft giggle escape her. “Lance, this crib isn’t going to build itself.”
“Mm,” he replied through a kiss. “But I have some good news and I want to celebrate with you.”
Allie pulled away from him to look him in the eyes. “Good news?” she asked. “Normally you tell people what the news is before you try and celebrate.”
“Sorry. I’m not used to having good news to share.”
She picked up one of the wooden slats that were meant to form the crib’s sides and hit him with it, with a light thwack.
He chuckled. “A baby of mine is going to be able to eat through that.”
“TELL me the news!” Allie shouted, but she was laughing. It felt good to live with someone again. They were taking things slowly, but she could not deny her continued attraction to him. Crib-building aside, he was showing her that he could be just as dependable as her goody-goody ex.
Lance cleared his throat and started helping her assemble the ridiculous, Swedish-crafted cradle. “I got a job,” he said. “And the mythical Powell’s Books.”
Allie’s eyes widened. “Whaaat!? But have you even been there?”
He laughed. “No, I got the job purely based on my ability to imagine the place.” He pretended to tap her head with another of the wooden slats. “I went there for an interview while you were at work. I just didn’t say anything about it because I didn’t want to get our hopes up for nothing.”
Her jaw dropped. That was so impressive. “I have to admit, I’m jealous. I love that place. Oh, my god, Lance! Congratulations!”
Beaming proudly, he nodded a little. “Now can we celebrate?”
“How do you want to celebrate?”
He answered by dropping the wood he was holding and making out with her on top of it. The pile of wood was not much of a pillow, but there was something kinky about making out on top of their baby’s future bed.
After several minutes of that, Lance finally – and a bit awkwardly – got back up onto his feet and then lifted Allie up into his arms. He carried her to the empty bedroom that was going to be their baby
’s nursery. But for the colorful animal wallpaper, there was no evidence of the room’s intention yet. That was for the best, considering Lance’s intention.
Placing Allie gently down on the blue-carpeted floor, he threw off his shirt and unfastened his pants. As he got on top of her to continue making out with her, Allie pulled his pants off of him and he grabbed at all of her clothing. They kissed amidst a frenzy of flying fabric but, before long, they were naked together.
Lance pressed himself inside of her and thrust his cock against her walls, but he was slower this time. They were sober this time, which was a nice change.
She looked up at him as he took his time with her, exploring around and not being so rough. Gasping, she smiled at him. “It’s nice to not have an exit strategy this time,” she murmured into his ear.
“You don’t need an exit strategy,” he whispered back, shaking his head and placing a finger into her mouth. “Just like I’m never going to exit you, if I can help it.”
Allie laughed softly, licking his finger and sucking at it.
They fucked each other nice and slowly for a few moments before he pulled out and lifted her up, bringing her over to the back wall of the nursery room. She put her hands up against the wall and moaned loudly as he inserted his throbbing penis into her from behind.
Lance had an insatiable desire for making love to her from behind. She felt like she could get used to it… particularly when he licked his fingers and brought them to her clitoris. He stroked and flicked at it until she was barely able to keep standing.
She came and held onto the wall to keep from falling. His hand was now surely covered with her female juices. “Aaaahhhh!” she shouted. Their shouts and moans echoed throughout the empty room and the still-spacious apartment. All of a sudden, he spun her around and held her up against him, putting his cock back inside her and holding her as he stood, ramming into her and watching as her face contorted in indescribable pleasure.
He tightened his grip on her hips, practically drawing blood with his fingernails as he held on and came inside her.
