The Beginning of Us (30 page)

“I’m going to ruin you just for thinking about laying one of your grimy fingers on my girl,” I yell as I slam his face with my fist.

My rage continues to unload with every hit to the giant’s face. I want to feel his bones break under my hands. To my surprise, the giant doesn’t hit back. With my third or fourth blow, I connect directly with the bridge of his nose. Blood sprays as the lights in his eyes fade and he starts to teeter back and forth. His expressionless face falls towards me when I move back, letting him hit the ground face first.

When the Knight of Darkness is out cold on the cement, I can’t help myself. I deliver one more blow with my foot to his rib cage. He doesn’t move, doesn’t wince, he doesn’t do anything but lay there.

All of my rage and frustrations from the last twenty-four hours comes out in full force. Prowler grabs me by my arm and pulls me back just as I’m about to go back for more.

“Axe, he’s out,” Prowler says as he pulls me further back until we’re almost at the doors of the clubhouse. Just then, we see police lights coming from the dark deserted roads. There are no other bars or businesses open at this time of night. I know they’re coming for me.

I move towards the woman that’s with the giant comatose man, “You called the fucking cops, bitch?”

“I thought you were going to kill him. I didn’t know what to do. Please, just let us leave,” she begs.

“JT, get this fucker out of here. Get a few other guys and drag him outside the gates,” I yell as I walk in the bar, catching Mira’s eyes as I move towards the stairs.

I need to go upstairs where the bedrooms and bathrooms are. I need to clean myself up before talking to the cops.

Kink, Prowler’s wife, catches me in the stairwell. Grabbing my hands and pulling them to her face to examine the cuts and bruises on my knuckles she says, “There isn’t time for this Axe. You need to get the hell out of here. Get out of here, please.”

I know she’s looking out for me. Not wanting any unnecessary trouble or drama brought to the club, I decide to do what she asks.

I walk out of the stairwell and move towards Mira. She’s sitting at the bar with Candy. Of course! As if my night could get any fucking worse. I walk up behind Mira and whisper in her ear, “Get your shit, we’re leaving.”

“Skylar, I’m not going anywhere with you,” she responds.

“I’m in no mood for this shit, Mi. I just beat the life out of a guy who threatened to put his hands on you. I left you here, what, a few hours and you’re already cozying up to some other guy? Not here, not in my house, not tonight. You’re coming with me. You can either get your shit and come on your own free will or so help me; I will carry you out of here.”

Walking past Kylee, I point at her and motion for her to get her shit and leave as well. She nods, understanding exactly what I mean and moves to the front door of the club.

Mira smiles at Candy, who was looking at me like I have two heads, grabs her purse and follows me out of the bar.

“I met your friend. She seems nice,” Mira seethes.

I turn quickly meeting her face, almost nose to nose and seethe right back at her, “Not tonight Mira.”

I hand Mira a helmet as I climb on my bike, firing up the ignition, letting my baby purr to life. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Mira has a sensual look in her eyes, which makes my dick hard. God this girl is so perfect. How many girls like the sound of a motorcycle so much it can turn them on?

Mira jumps on right behind me like a pro, I should add. This isn’t her first time on a bike. Danny and I had taken the girls out on rides before, but this is the first time I’ve had Mira on my bike; legs wrapped around mine, hands resting on my outer thighs with her fingers pointing inward toward my groin.

I look back at Mira and she nods her head, acknowledging we’re going to be moving soon. The grip on her fingers tightens on my thighs as we move towards the gate, which is being opened by the probies.

Once we reach the highway, Mira’s death grip is going to be my undoing. It doesn’t help that she’s basically lying down on my back, resting her head on my shoulder as we move along the highway.

This woman is going to be the end of me. I take my hand off the handlebar and place it on her hand that’s still suction cupped to my thigh. She interlaces her fingers with mine as we ride.

Where are we going? I have no idea, but since I have her right this second, so unguarded, I’m not going to risk it by asking.

Chapter Fourteen

Mira

I haven’t been on the back of a bike since the night Danny and I wrecked. I really wish Skylar would have thought about that before demanding I go for a ride with him. I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous in my entire life. When you’re involved in an accident like Danny and I were, getting back on a bike is hard. I am literally holding on for dear life right now. I don’t want to alert Skylar to my insecurities because to be honest, I love this.

The minute we get on the highway and the wind is blowing in my face, it’s so natural for me to lean onto Skylar’s back and rest my head on his shoulder blade. He’s so upset with me right now, not that I blame him, and this is almost exactly where I want to be.

I notice Skylar pass up the exit to his house and then a few miles later, he again flies past the exit to my house. “Where the hell are we going?” I ask out loud, but over the noise of the bike, it’s more of a question to myself.

I untangle my fingers from Skylar’s and tap his thigh. He doesn’t respond. Maybe he doesn’t know what that means. Maybe he and Kylee had some other form of communication when traveling on the bike. Danny always knew when I tapped his thigh I needed something and he would turn so he could hear me yell through his helmet.

For once in my life, I decide to just go with the flow and let someone else control the situation. Skylar may be pissed at me, but he would never do anything to hurt me. As I rest my hand back on his thigh, he leans even further down onto the gas tank of the bike. I follow suit. I know what this means. It’s time to
really
fly.

Skylar hits the accelerator and shifts the bike into a lower gear. The bike jumps as our speed hits over one hundred miles per hour. I should be terrified right now. I should be thinking about wrecking and not being as lucky as I was last time, but I’m not. I’m happy. Underneath the helmet on my head, visor down, I am smiling like a six-year old girl who just got a pony for her birthday.

I have always been attracted to bikes. Always loved the speed and freedom of being on a bike. Danny and Skylar tried to teach Kylee and me to ride before, taking us to an empty parking lot and letting us ride around and practice shifting gears. Granted, I didn’t crash or break anything, but staying on the side streets was a good time. I never did make it onto the main roads. I much preferred the freedom of the road while holding onto someone that I cared for. This hasn’t changed much.

I know we’ve been on the bike a long time. My hands are freezing and are starting to cramp from holding on too tight for too long. As I start to flex my fingers, one hand at a time, Skylar slows the bike down, realizing that I’m cold. He takes my hands and puts them under his shirt, onto his bare stomach, and then tucks his shirt into his pants with one hand, locking me in place. I can’t help but rub my hands over his tight muscular belly. It might be the cold, it might be my touch, but I feel a shiver run through Skylar and beneath my hands, feel the beginning stages of an erection.

It’s been years since I have been on the back of a bike for this long. Usually the rides last thirty minutes at the most. There was only one time that I spent more than that on a bike and that was when Danny and I went to the dunes after finals our freshman year. That was also the weekend I lost my virginity and knew that I was madly in love with Danny.

With freshman year successfully under our belts, Danny decided that we should go away for the weekend. I knew that I was supposed to be young and irresponsible, but that was so far from the truth. I had never left home with anyone but my parents in my entire life. Kylee and I would go somewhere for the night, but more than that, no.

When Danny told me that he wanted to go on a road trip, just us, I panicked a little. My feelings for Danny had grown so much over the last ten months and I couldn’t imagine my life without him, but I’d made sure we were never in situations where things could get out of control.

It’s not like my virginity was a virtue or something. I never thought I would wait until I was married, no matter what my parents drilled into my head as a kid, but I knew that I didn’t just want to have someone I barely knew take something I had held onto for so long. I wanted it to be memorable and something I could proudly put in my diary.

I love Danny and I knew he loved me, I just didn’t know if this trip was something I was ready for. I didn’t want to be another statistic. Danny wasn’t a virgin, but he had never once pressured me. Telling me that he will would until I was ready, no matter when that time came. I knew he’d be true to that promise, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty and that’s not the emotion I wanted when the moment finally happened. I didn’t want to feel obligated to do something I may or may not be ready for, no matter what Danny told me.

Maybe it wouldn’t even come up, I tried to reassure myself. Who was I kidding? I was going on a weekend trip with my super drop dead sexy boyfriend, just us.

I left campus to go home and pack an overnight bag. Kylee was at home when I got there and had a sneaky little smile on her face.

“What’s so funny?” I asked her, finding her smile contagious. Or maybe it was that I knew I was about to get caught by my best friend? I couldn’t lie for shit. Sometimes I felt like such a child.

“Oh nothing. Nothing at all. Just wondering if when you’re packing that overnight bag if I should put some condoms in there for you?” Kylee asked, her smile growing even bigger.

“How did you know? I just found out a few hours ago,” I said really confused.

“Do you think that Danny would really ask you to go away for a weekend without clearing it with your best friend and roommate?”

“Well I guess that makes sense, and no, I won’t need you to plant any contraceptives in my bag, Ms. I Own Every Brand Of Every Condom Ever Made.”

“Oh that’s right, our Virgin Mary has been on the pill since we were fourteen,” Kylee said, dodging the pillow I threw at her face.

After a miniature pillow fight with my best friend; not the kind you see in porn where the college girls are dressed in thongs and nothing else, kindly tossing pillows where the down feathers are flying all around creating a great atmosphere for some girl on girl action. More the kind of pillow fight where I grab my pillow and wrap the excess pillow case around my fist, compressing the soft pillow into a firm cushion to inflict pain to Kylee’s face, then grab my bag to meet Danny in the parking lot.

“We’re taking the bike?” I asked looking confused. How can we go away for the weekend on the back of a bike?

“Yep. Give me your bag, Pea,” Danny said reaching for my bag and placing it in one of the saddle bags on the side of the bike.

I had been on Danny’s bike before, but it wasn’t this one. This was a larger cruiser that looked comfortable to ride on. All black, again, with chrome details throughout. This was one sexy ass bike and the sounds it made when Danny started it almost dropped me to my knees, in more ways than one.

Danny told me before leaving that we were going to the dunes on the west side of the state. I had gone there a few times as a kid and remembered what a beautiful place it was. Feeling giddy, I climbed on the back of the enormous bike, buckling the half shelled helmet on my head, letting my low ponytail hang loosely out of the back. I’ll probably regret all of the tangles in my hair when we get to our destination, but oh well. I’m going for the full experience.

About an hour into our trip, I was thoroughly enjoying the ride and the vibrations coming from under the seat. Every hit of the throttle was shooting straight to the cluster of nerves between my thighs. Every single time. I was on the brink of an orgasm when I clutched onto Danny’s shirt and pulled it tight across his stomach. He reached one of his hands from the clutch side of the handle bar and rubbed the outside of my knee while hitting the accelerator with the other hand. That’s all I needed to push me into oblivion. Riding out the last wave of my orgasm, I laid a soft kiss to Danny’s back. He squeezed my knee, acknowledging what a memorable ride this had become.

We reached the dunes as the sun was getting ready to set. Danny chose a restaurant on the lake so we could watch the sunset over the vast body of water. I had never seen anything so beautiful and breathtaking in my life.

Danny took his time to inform me that we were going to be camping on the beach. I had never been camping before. Probably because I enjoyed the finer things in life. You know, like running water and a bed. Danny picked an abandoned area of the beach that he could pull his motorcycle up to. The Department of Natural Resources usually frowned upon people driving on the dunes with cars, but this area was so secluded and it was getting dark, I doubted that anyone would notice.

Danny aimed the nose of his bike towards our makeshift campsite and turned on the headlight. Surprisingly, the bike had a radio and Danny turned it on. Almost as if fate was on his side, one of my favorite songs was playing. Christina Perri was singing the song from Twilight. Granted, I never saw any of the movies, but the song brought tears to my eyes every time I heard it.

Danny wrapped his arms around me and started to sway back and forth. I realized he wanted to dance with me, on the beach, in a romantic setting, to one of my favorite songs. The love I felt for him in that moment could last a lifetime. I would never feel more special than I did when I was in his arms. At that exact moment, I finally figured out that if I was going to give my virginity to someone, it was going to be someone who could make my heart skip a beat. Someone who would love me with everything they had in them. A man that could bring me to orgasm on the back of a motorcycle was wonderful, but a man that could show you what a real love is and embrace it with you, that’s a man you held onto.