by J. C. Allen
“Where are the others?” I said, taking a huge swig of the beer.
The cold calmed the throbbing in my throat from when I laid eyes on Ella and talked to her. My mind kept wandering off to where she went and where she could be. It was practically impossible to bring it back.
“In the back. Is that why you’re here?”
I shook my head. There was no way I was just here for a meeting, I hadn’t been since I found out what was happening with the club last year. They seem to have been doing okay since then, Jaxson would have told me if they weren’t. So it seemed like there was something more.
I assumed.
“Nah, Jaxson told me to come by. Said he had something for me.”
Zeke stared at me for a second, seeming to pick up something—“something” that was, unfortunately, obvious.
“What’s up with you?”
I cursed him for always being able to see right through all of us. People underestimated him because all he did was laugh and joke around, but he probably spent the time that others didn’t thinking and overanalyzing to watch people. Maybe it was because he was a bartender, or maybe he just had to as the youngest.
“I saw Ella outside. Just now.”
I avoided his look, staring ahead at nothing as I absently drank my beer. Just before he asked me about it, someone got his attention, and he darted away. I appreciated the distraction because I needed to think of a way to get the hell out of this. Just because Zeke had figured it out didn’t mean I wanted him to know how I had gotten myself into this spot—actually, especially because of that, I didn’t want to have to answer his questions.
Most especially because I haven’t been with anyone since. In the traditional sense, at least.
“Okay so, Ella was here?”
Well, so much for that. Might as well.
“Yeah,” I said, sliding my beer over for a refill. “I saw her outside, I guess she was about to come in. Mom told me she saw her at the hospital but I… I didn’t think to see her. And she had a kid with her.”
“A kid?” Zeke said with a laugh, as if the situation I’d found myself in was hilarious.
“Yeah.”
He shook his head at me, that permanent smirk on his face.
“Maybe she came to tell you it’s yours.”
Don’t you ever. I shook my head no at him. That kind of shit was not fucking funny—if I was so hellbent on avoiding a relationship, I was even more hellbent on avoiding having kids. I could have at least had a girlfriend without a kid, but this was unavoidable.
“No, she took that birth control shit. Couldn’t be mine, and he may not have even been hers. She always said she never wanted kids.”
And yet, she had one that was almost certainly hers. There’s no reason she was just lounging around town with a random baby.
I gotta escape this shit.
“I gotta go find Jaxson so I can get the hell out of here.”
I waved goodbye to Zeke before hurrying to the meeting room. I got some nods from the guys as I walked by, as they still had the same questions in their mind about my loyalty and commitment to the club. To some of the members in it, loyalty was what they lived on, because it was all they have.
I, though, was never that good with it. I couldn’t trust blindly; I didn’t like to. Anyone but my brothers by blood had to prove themselves to me. And even my brothers, over the past few years, had had to prove their worth more and more.
Jaxson was also in there with Matthew. They were both wearing their cuts over white tanks, their jeans hardly faded. I could tell they went for a ride today with the other execs. I suppose the sight should have made me yearn for a bike or for a ride, but it didn’t; it was just something I happened to notice.
“Hey, almost thought you weren’t gonna come.”
Jaxson, smirking, held out his hand for a shake that turned into a hug.
“Me too.”
I almost said something held me up, but I was tired of talking about Ella when I didn’t have any of the answers. Hell, I’m tired of thinking about Ella, let alone talking about her.
I greeted Matthew the same way. It was harder to see him than Jaxson, in part because looking at Matthew was like looking at the spirit of my father. Still, it wasn’t something that I was just going to leave him out to dry.
“What is it you wanted?”
I walked around the room and sat on the arm chair. I kept my focus straight ahead, trying to ignore the photos showing my father and others. I’d like to think that back then, from when the photos were, I was happier… but I had come to know the only real difference was Ella leaving and dad dying.
Otherwise, it was the same old shit.
“Jeez, no ‘hi, how are you’ first?” Matthew said with a snort.
“Hi,” I said, dragging it out with a bit of an attitude.
I sighed and told myself to stop being so irritated. I was fine until I saw Ella. It was killing me to be sitting here and not going after her. But the last time I had seen her, she told me not to go after her. I listened then and hadn’t heard anything to the contrary.
“Well, for starters, Mom asked nicely for you to come to dinner tomorrow, and everyone will be there.”
“Sure.”
I didn’t mind having dinner with them. But I had a feeling that wasn’t what Jaxson had called me in for.
“Anyway, this is what I wanted to give you.”
He opened the desk on his left side, pulled out the drawer and slammed it on the desk.
My cut.
“Had it made the other day. I was debating whether or not to give it to you. But, here we are.”
The smell of authentic leather hit me. It was so black, like a pool of asphalt or the body of a Harley. I reached across and grabbed it, turning it over to see the front. It sported the logo on the left side, my name on the right, and on the back, a bigger version of our symbol stretching across it.
I squeezed the edges in my hand and remind myself of the day my father had said he would give this to me. But when the day finally came, I told him I didn’t want it. As if that weren’t enough, I threw it on the ground next to his feet and told him to get rid of it.
It wasn’t until after he died that I found out he actually did. So for Jaxson to have brought it back…
I stared across the desk at Jaxson, who looked at me expectantly. I swallowed hard before I look him in the eye again.
“Thanks.”
“Welcome.”
Jaxson and Matthew clapped my shoulder on the way out, while I remained in the chair and looked at the black leather sinking into my hands.
The first thing I remembered about my dad is the smell of leather. It was always on him, since he was most likely always wearing his jacket. The first time I rode on his bike, I was gripping him like I was afraid to fall off. But somehow, I knew even at a young age that I wouldn’t. Because he wouldn’t let me.
Unfortunately, that trust had left me somewhere along the way. It must have been when Ella left, and I thought it was because of the club. Once she was gone, all I wanted to do was run to the safety of the club, with the rest of my brothers. But there was too much lost there, too much hurt that I had caused. Time kept passing and nothing was changing. I had no reason to believe it ever would.
But now… this cut… it was like a second chance.
A knock comes on the door and someone peeked in seconds later.
“Someone’s out here for you, Simon.”
I frowned, coming out of my reverie. Before I even thought about, I threw on the thick black leather and went out to see who it was, walking by Matthew and Jaxson. I get to the end of the hall when I feel a vice around my chest. She’s back.
“Ella,” I said, stopping in front of her.
I looked down into her wide green eyes. They had always been bigger, slightly disproportionate, like the width of her full lips. It gave her a face that looked like no one else’s, a unique beauty.
“I’m sorry… I had to leave.
”
“When? Just now or eight years ago?”
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as I thought. When I opened them again, I knew I needed privacy. I grabbed her wrist and tugged her down the second hall with me, pulling her into one of the private rooms here.
“Simon, it’s not what you think.”
I turned from her, looking in the darkness of the room. The dingy bed and the smell of hook ups was clouding my judgment. I missed her whispering in my ear, breathing against me. The need overtook me, and it was becoming all I could think about. Come on, Simon, get it together.
“What is it?” I said when I saw her staring at something on me.
“You weren’t wearing that earlier. I thought you were already in the club?”
I felt her scrutinizing me, so I did the same to her. In this dim light, the tan of her skin was more noticeable against the bright green of her eyes. I couldn’t count how many dreams I have had of those eyes, staring at me, drawing me in. But right now, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to.
“I never really joined.”
“Is—is everyone still here?”
My feet carried me closer to her. She leaned up on the wall, her chest heaving with her small, shallow breaths.
“What do you mean?”
“Your brothers, your dad. I saw your mom earlier.”
My breath halted for a moment before I exhaled. I looked at the ground and dragged my eyes up to her again.
“Yeah um, she told me about that. My brothers are out there somewhere. But my dad died almost two years ago.”
I didn’t know why it seemed like I had never said that out loud before. I don’t think I actually have.
“I had no idea, I’m so sorry.”
She reached out for me, grabbing my hands.
“Thanks. But, anyways, why are you back?”
I came closer, almost suffocating her. She blinked rapidly, her lips falling apart but not saying anything for several seconds.
“It’s a long story,” she said.
I have a long time to hear it.
Her answer made me mad, but for some reason that answer could wait. Because right now, standing before her, with the feelings coursing through my body, it felt like eight years all over again. And I didn’t mean the eight years of sorrow and tragedy—I meant the most profoundly erotic moments.
With the next beat of my heart, my lips were on hers.
The years between us dissolved. All I could feel was right here, right against me like she had never left. Her scent of lavender filled my senses, as did her hot flesh under my hands as I grabbed her. I squeezed her thick thighs and hips before I ran my hands up her back and across the front of her before I reached her cheeks, where I cupped her softly.
Her lips parted softly to me, opening up and letting me in. My tongue swiped against her lips, soft plush pillows, before hers laps around mine.
The weight of my body fell inside itself, the rest of me held up by her. She linked her arms around my neck before she twirled her fingers around the end of my hair, just like she used to. It drew me further back in time when we used to steal kisses by the locker and hide under the bleachers, or when I first had sex with her, in the bed of my truck the day after I bought it.
I gripped her closer until my body aligned with hers, my cock straining the fabric of my jeans and pressing against the middle of her naval, so close to where I want to be. I couldn’t say why I was in such a hurry, but if there was anything I have learned since she left, it was that time wasn’t guaranteed, and I kept getting the gut feeling that I didn’t have much with her.
My hands moved from her soft cheeks to the cusp of her breasts, so weighty and fleshy. I just wanted to grab them. She moaned against me, breaking the kiss to inhale deeply. My forehead pressed hers and then moved down, my lips traveling to her chin and then her neck. I swiped my tongue over her ear and sucked her there, her taste and heat swarming my lips as I ran my hands under her shirt.
In the background, the club music played and I heard footsteps over and over, but it didn’t stop me. Nothing can. Besides, it was an unwritten rule that when the door was shut, you didn’t go walking in. After all, I wouldn’t have been the first person to use this room.
“I want you so fucking badly, Ella.”
She breathed deeply, exhaling with a moan when I covered her breasts with my hands.
Then she asked a question that could have derailed everything.
“How many women have you been with since I left?”
Could have… if I didn’t have the truthful answer. I rubbed myself against her just to feel the friction, and she parted her legs to rub her throbbing pussy against my thigh.
“None.”
I have dated none since you, Ella.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and tossed it over her head, ruffling her hair. I was so close…
“What?”
And then she clutched my hair and brought my face to hers. I stared into her widened green eyes as my fingers trailed under the curve of her breasts. I could have blinked and wondered why it felt like I was dreaming. But I had gotten a taste of her, and all I needed was the rest of her.
“I haven’t dated anyone since you, baby,” I said, going back to her.
But it became very clear very quickly that wasn’t her question.
“I mean, how many women have you slept with since I left?”
Shit. This one’s… not so nice.
“Well I’ve fucked a few women, yeah… but, baby, I haven’t been with any beyond that, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She stared up at me like she was shell shocked. For a moment, I thought she was just going to kick me off and storm out.
But then she closed her gaping mouth by covering it with my own, kissing her harder than before.
It got intense quickly. I lifted her up by the cusp of her thighs as she wrapped herself around me.
I turned and blindly found the bed, tossing her down on it. I stood over her and took off my jacket. My shirt followed, and then so did my jeans and shoes. I crawled on top of her as she reached out to me and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down to kiss her.
She had always loved when I kissed her. We would kiss for hours before I even took an article of clothing off her, because it felt perfect and got her riled up.
Now, we had grown and so had our passion, both sexually and physically. Her hands explored me in ways I had never seen her do before. It was shocking but pleasant to see how aggressive she had become and how bold she was now.
Ella nearly ripped my briefs off then grasped my cock so hard I almost saw stars. Then she cupped my balls, squeezing the right amount before her nails dragged up and send spirals of electricity up my spine. I took her bra off, then her jeans and panties. When I had her naked, she looked the exact same. When I dipped my lips down to her body, I grazed light silvery marks on her hips.
My hands gripped the top of her thighs as I settled between her legs. I inhaled her scent, and it all came flooding back to me. I had never done this to any other woman, not before her and not after. Only her.
I tasted her with my tongue and kissed her with my lips, letting her moans urge me on. I rubbed my hard cock into the sheets, bringing one hand up to cup her left breast as I continued. Her clit was a hard nub under my tongue, pulsing and throbbing as I paid it attention. I swiped my tongue around her folds, drawing up more of her juices. She gushed just like she used to, so much so that I slurped and made noises as I held on, drawing her to the edge of her climax.
Once I have her finished, I couldn’t wait any longer. I travel up her body and I slid inside her.
“Simon—Simon,” she gasped, her voice breathy with desire and surprise.
“You still take those pills?”
I shuddered as the feeling of her clenching me and wrapping me up was too much to handle. All I wanted to do was pound into her without worry of the consequences—and so long as she was, all was well.
Her thighs
came around my hips, trapping me in her.
“Y-yes,” she moaned.
Fucking perfect.
I grasped her hips in my calloused hands and reveled in the contrast of her soft skin. She bit down on her lip and rolled her hips, forcing me deeper in her. I lost myself, thrusting into her like I was making up for lost time.
Ella was as beautiful and breathtaking as I remembered, only even more now. Admittedly, it was embarrassing how close I was so soon. But only Ella could have produced this effect, and I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time we did this.
Her nimble fingers traced the planes of my muscles as she drew me in, urging me on faster. I hooked her knees over my shoulder and drove into her deeper, the wooden head board of the bed hitting the plaster of the wall. The thrill-seeker in me wished we were in the back of my truck again or at my house.
But this would have to do. And it wasn’t like I was even upset, anyways. How could I be when I was inside the woman of my high school dreams?
“Simon…”
That was all I wanted to hear for so long. Her whispering in my ear with her warm breath sent shivers down my spine. The way the clench of her pussy does so as well, and it was the tightest I’ve ever been in, even now.
“Oh god, please don’t stop Simon—don’t fucking stop.”
Her nails started to rake down my back until she reached my ass, driving me deeper. I felt my balls drawing in, my cock twitching with my release building through it. It was now a matter of seconds until I came.
I reached down to cup her face and look in her eyes. I focused on her green irises, brighter than the sun, and held myself there until she closed them with her climax. She threw her head back, her hair splaying over the pillow and plush lips falling open. She still came the same way, the height of her squeal matching her moans until it stopped altogether. Only the heat and rush of her breath remained.
As for me, my cock froze inside her as I came so hard I collapsed over her and growled against her neck. I didn’t think I had ever moaned for anyone, but here I was. The last few spurts came flying out and I thrusted through them, falling into her.
She grabbed my hands and clasped them, finding me with her lips. She kissed me, leading the way with her soft lips and sweet tongue. I disappeared into the kiss, feeling all of her collide with me again. I wish I never went without this for all these years. I rolled over, having her next to me as we kiss, just like before.
