The Beginning of Us (25 page)

Knowing what I’m trying to do, he shifts a little, giving me better access. He grabs my breasts and starts massaging them, while toying with my already hard nipples. I think that my nipples might be as hard as his dick at this point. Pinching and giving them a slight twist, I moan into this mouth as he starts kissing me again.

I finally get his cock free from his boxers and I am in awe. The size alone makes me squirm. I’m a little nervous, wondering what the hell I would do with this monster but at the same time, I want it in my mouth. My kiss became even more desperate, wanting to speed up the kissing of his lips to the kissing of his dick. I’ve never been a ‘giving head girl’ but Jacoby makes me want to do things like this.

He’s kissing my swollen lips and manipulating my breasts while I am slowly stroking his dick. I don’t even realize when Kylee walks back in to the room.

Clearing her throat, I finally hear her speak. “Oh shit, Mira, I’m sorry. Umm... I was wondering if you were ready to leave. I guess this answers my question.”

I hug Jacoby close in an attempt to hide myself and hide what we were doing. It’s pointless. I have no idea how long she has been standing there and I don’t want to even think of the answer to that question.

“I thought we were going to stay here for the night,” I say to Kylee while Jacoby nibbles on my collarbone, driving me insane.

“Marcus. Yeah. He’s passed out and I sobered up real quick,” Kylee says, giving me yet another infamous Kylee look. If I had to guess, I would say this one said ‘you little slut, I knew you had it in you’.

I look sympathetically at Jacoby and shrug. “I’m going to go. I don’t want Kylee leaving at this time of night by herself,” I tell him.

Jacoby sighs. I know he’s disappointed, but I can’t just let Kylee leave alone in the city by herself. I think he knows this, too.

“Ky, would you mind stepping away so I can get my shirt?” I ask her, my face blushing ten shades of pink.

Kylee walks back toward the room she came from. Jacoby gently lifts me off his lap and puts me down on the couch right where we were sitting. He stands up, adjusts himself and walks to the back of the sofa to retrieve my clothing and hands it to me.

Clutching my shirt and bra to my chest, I walk toward the opposite end of the room. I feel so stupid. He didn’t even look me in the face when he gave me my clothing. I almost slept with a man who can’t even look me in my eyes. With my back turned to him, I start to dress myself. Once I situate my bra and pull my shirt on, I take a hair tie out of my pocket and quickly tie my hair in a knot on top of my head. It’s the best I can do to disguise the evidence of my hair being pulled every which way in the throes of passion. Okay maybe not passion, but lust. And a lot of it.

When I turn back around, Jacoby is facing me with his hands in the pockets of his pants, just staring.

“What?” I snap at him.

“I was just wondering maybe, if you would like, if I could take you on a date sometime?” he asks me. He was nervous. His face had a slight pink tint to it. Oh my gosh, he was blushing.

“Don’t you think that we’re past this whole, want to go on a date with me thing?” I joke with him, trying to ease his nervousness.

“Mira, I really like you. I have wanted to ask you on a date ever since you came into the office for your interview, almost a year ago. You have no idea how breathtaking you are. I think about you constantly. You might think that I have never pursued you because of HR, but the truth is, I could never gather enough courage to approach you. When I saw you tonight at the bar, it was like fate was telling me to go for it. Okay, maybe I had a little liquid courage coursing through my veins, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to take you out. I would very much like to take you on a date Mira. A real date. Flowers, opening doors, dinner and ice cream. I never wanted this to be just a one night thing Mira. If that’s all I could have, I would have taken it in a heartbeat, just to get closer to you. But I want to try, really try this,” he says while staring deep in my eyes.

In the last year, I have been hit on by different guys and propositioned for dates, which I knew were guy code for ‘I want to get in your pants’, but this was so much different. This feels right. Jacoby is exactly the kind of guy that I should be with. Strong, caring, intelligent, successful and so fucking sexy. I don’t think anyone could ever replace Danny, but I think that Danny would want me with someone like Jacoby.

Thinking of Danny looking down on me, giving me his permission to let go and try to be happy with someone new, I answer Jacoby.

“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you Jacoby Roberts. I would be honored.”

Chapter Ten

Skylar

I can’t get out of this bar fast enough, my heart about to beat out of my chest as I slam open the doors, craving the fresh air to help settle my racing pulse.  Seeing Mira was there with a fucking guy; she didn’t even say goodbye when she left! I moved into her fucking apartment, to be close to her, and she leaves me. Am I the only one who sees how fucking twisted that is?

I was so hurt by Mira that night, the blessed night that she first let me love her, hold her, make her mine…and then called me ‘Danny.” In anger; stupid, irrational, selfish anger, I just wanted to hurt her back. I felt like we had something that we could build on and it crushed me to hear a name, other than my own, leave her lips after I’d just been the one to kiss them.

If Danny were still alive, none of this would even be a worry, an unmerciful ache deep in my chest that never lets up, even in the bit of sleep I sometimes actually find. If he were still here, he’d still be with her, and I’d still be in the background, none the wiser of how sweet my forbidden fruit actually tastes. I would have been one helluva best man, proudly standing next to my best friend while he married the girl of
my
dreams. But shit didn’t work out that way; Danny was taken from Mira and me.

And I am yet again broken.

No sooner than I finally connected with her, she left me. I missed her from the moment she turned to walk out, and every second in between… and I’d kill to touch her right now.

“Shut up, Skylar, she didn’t leave you, she was never yours,” I say to myself as I barrel down the highway.

Her pillow, the one I stole before she came back for her stuff, still smells like her hair; the perfect mix of fresh mint and sexy. Her green bottle of shampoo and conditioner is still in the shower, right where she left it. I tried to use it, but it wasn’t the same.

There was just something about Mira.

There was always something about Mira.

Thank God for my MC, The Hooliganz, the only place I feel like I belong anymore. I didn’t even have to start as a probie; pretty badass. Those guys put the probies through hell, like literal hell. No sleep, no drinks, no bitches. Basically they can only do what they are told until they prove themselves worthy. My uncle was a Hooligan, so I didn’t have to do any of that shit. I came right in with a full patch. A lot of the guys weren’t happy about it, but they soon realized that I was a good brother.

I don’t know how long I watched her at that bar, dancing with Kylee, before she noticed me. She looked so carefree, just dancing and swaying sensually to the beat of the music. I wonder if she felt the same pull as I did when our eyes met. I know my breath hitched, just a bit. I think I saw something in her eyes, but I couldn’t be sure. When she walked over to the table with those two jackasses, I just knew I was going to lose my shit. Did she know those guys? She seemed to have some sort of relationship with the tall one, not looking nervous at all.

I think that’s what bothered me most, how quickly it would appear she has moved on, comfortable on the arm of another man.

I ride just a little faster, to nowhere in particular, trying to find some peace. But no matter how far or fast I ride, I know I won’t outrun it…love lost.

I just want to ride hard and ride fast. I need to get away from all of these emotions that took me so long to bury. After one fucking year, they come back and slap me in the fucking face. I can’t believe she left with that tool after seeing me. It was like we were never anything at all. Did she love him? “FUCK,” I yell.

I will find a way to get her back in my arms. I will apologize for making her feel like I fucked that skank after we had just been together. I haven’t fucked anyone since Mira. Sure, I have had my dick sucked by random bitches. I have tried to have sex; don’t get me wrong. Every single goddamn time I am about to stick it to some girl, I automatically go limp. It’s like once I had her, nobody ever compares. Mira has ruined my sex life and she’s with another man, probably having sex. I feel like my heart is going to pound right out of my chest.

It’s past time to devise a plan to get us together. I need to get her somewhere alone and at least talk to her. Maybe once she hears I didn’t sleep with Heather, we can try again.

I don’t even bother going back to the clubhouse after my ride. I don’t want to hear any shit from the guys about me getting pissed off over a bitch. No matter how I feel inside, I have to keep it there. I have worked way too hard for them to just think of me as a pussy whipped bitch. Skylar McBride is pussy whipped over no bitch. Well, never mind, maybe just this one bitch.

Maybe if I talk to Kylee, I can get my foot in the door. After all, it was Kylee that helped me out last time. With that thinking, I pick up my phone and send a text. I would call but it’s somewhere around five in the morning and I don’t want to wake them or know if they are still with those jackasses.

Ky... Hey, it’s Skylar. It was great to see you. You should come by the clubhouse tomorrow night. It’s our anniversary party and is open to the public. It’ll be a good time.

Text sent. Now all I have to do is find something to do until she wakes up to respond. I guess I could go for a run. Sleep doesn’t come very easy for me these days. I’m either plagued with the memory of Danny or the memory of Mira. I can’t escape either of them. The only two people in this world I have ever loved are just memories to me.

As I was change into some black track pants and a wife beater, my phone buzzes. Well, not buzzed, more of a whistle that sounds like R2D2 from Star Wars. Standing there in just my boxers, I grab my phone to see an incoming text from Kylee.

Yeah. Totally sounds like a good time. Do you mind if I bring Mira with me? I came home to visit her and don’t just want to leave her stranded.

Mira is the smartest girl I have ever known and is going to smell this one from a mile away. “Play this one smart Sky. You’re only getting one more chance,” I say to myself before responding to Kylee’s last text.

If you want to bring her with you, I guess -- I really don’t want to hang out with her. We haven’t talked in a long time. We’re two different people now. I would prefer to hang with just you, but if the only way I can catch up with you is with Mira there, then so be it -- See ya tomorrow Ky.

As I hit send, I wonder if I’m doing the right thing. I didn’t want to use Kylee like that but at the same time, I know that I can’t just go and see Mira.

Thank sweet baby Jesus that Ky text me back so quickly. I’m not in the mood for a run. I need to get some sleep and a lot of it.

Pushing the running clothes off the bed I set out a few minutes ago, I pull the blankets off and climb in. I probably should take a shower but I’m just too exhausted to do anything. My mind keeps wandering to Mira and what she’s doing. Is she beneath that jackass right now? Is she screaming his name? Just thinking about her being naked gets me so hard I can’t stand it.

Reaching in my boxers, I grab my hard cock and start to stroke it. Remembering how amazing Mira’s pussy feels. When I had her, she was soaking wet. If I had known that I wouldn’t get another chance to sleep with her, I would have taken more time. Thinking of her rubbing herself, paying special attention to her clit and offering me a taste of her cunt. That might have been the single most erotic moment of my entire life.

That memory alone has me coming so hard, I swear, I see stars and for a split second I can taste Mira’s sweet nectar. How pathetic is it that a memory of one erotic moment does more for me than a blowjob from someone who could be considered a professional? Now that I finally got to blow a nut, I might be able to get some much needed sleep.

I get a towel and clean off my hand and cock. Throwing the towel to the hamper in the corner of my sparse room, I drift off to sleep.

I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a couple hours, when I’m awoken by the strangest dream of my life. Most of my dreams I can’t remember, but this dream was almost reality.

“Skylar, man, what the shit is going on?” Danny yells at me. “I asked you one fucking thing. Call it a dying man’s last request if you must, but really just one fucking thing. Why was that so hard?” Danny continued.

“Danny? What the hell is going on?” I asked him confused. How can a dead man talk to you and even worse have an argument with you?

“Think about that night Skylar. Think about what happened. What did I ask of you? You’re my brother and what did I ask?” Danny seethed.

Danny grabbed my face and pulled it to where our eyes were only inches apart. I could see anger in his eyes. But they weren’t Danny’s eyes. They were cold and black. They were dead.

“Think about it Skylar. Think about it long and hard,” Danny said as I jolted awake.

I am still shaking. I’m a grown ass man who doesn’t get scared and I’m terrified of a nightmare. I haven’t thought about that night in such a long time. I have blocked out those memories. Why does Danny want me to remember them? What does a dead man want with me?

I lie back on my pillow and try to replay the events of that night in my head. I keep coming up blank. I need to figure out a way to get over this mind block. I have to remember. There is a reason for everything and Danny needs me to remember. “I have to remember,” I kept saying to myself.