The Beginning of Us (33 page)

As I stand in front of him, silently seeking his approval, he stands and moves towards me. He reaches his hand around my waist and pulls me to him, skin to skin. I’m on the brink of an orgasm just being touched in non-erogenous zones, it’s killing me.

“I want you so bad Mira. You are so fucking sexy. I want nothing more than to be inside of you right now, I just don’t think you’re ready. Do you think you’re ready for me, Mira?”

Fuck. How do simple words fuck with your senses like this? I feel my arousal on the insides of my thighs as I clench them together, trying to hide how much I want him. He leans down to my neck and bites it, not hard but enough where the pain is slowly replaced by pure ecstasy. I moan into his ear, encouraging him to go further. He licks the lobe of my ear and breathes onto my neck, “Are you ready Mira?” he repeats, seeking an answer.

“I’m ready when you are,” I say back to him, whispering in his ear. That’s all the confirmation he needs.

He lifts me up to straddle his hips, his erection pressed between our bodies. He walks with me attached to him to his dresser, where my phone is, and turns off the music still playing through the speakers. Tossing my phone back down, both of his hands are on my ass, rocking me against him. I try to push myself back a little so I can get the perfect line up to be taken, but he keeps me tight against him.

He lays me down on the bed but he remains standing, just staring at me. What the hell? In mid thought, Jacoby pulls me to the edge of the bed, with my ass on the edge. Just as I’m about to question what’s going on, I lean up on my elbows looking at him. He places his head between my thighs and starts kissing the insides of my legs.

I watch him intently, waiting for him to hit the prize nestled in the center of my creamy thighs. His moves are slow and methodical, almost torturous. With my eyes locked on his, I beg him to continue. He gives me a sly smile before he claims his prize. As soon as his tongue hits the bundle of nerves hidden between my lips, I throw my head back and cry out. He is relentless in his tongue lashing, not letting up or letting me breathe. It’s almost too much to handle. One orgasm crashes into another as he lightly sucks on my clit and strokes my insides with two fingers. Every time I come, I can feel my pussy clenching around his fingers and when he grunts, he knows I’m pleased with his oral skills.

When I can’t take any more, spent, I lay back on the bed. Jacoby stands up and comes to lie on the bed next to me. He places a feather light kiss to my cheek. I roll into him, and rest my head on his chest, “God that was amazing.”

“That was just the beginning baby. I’m going to go run a bath, want to join me?” he asks slyly.

“Of course, I’ll be right there. I just need a minute,” I say, trying to get my breathing back under control.

Jacoby takes off the rest of his clothing and walks into the bathroom. I slowly sit up on the bed, my heart rate finally at a healthy level. I walk to the dresser to look at myself in the mirror. I glance at my phone and the notification light is blinking green. I grab my phone and walk back to the bed, pulling the sheet around my exposed body and unlock my phone. I have three text messages, all from Skylar.

Skylar: Mira, I need to talk to you.

Skylar: Are you there?

Skylar: What the hell? I really need to talk to you right now. 911

Fuck. Skylar knows that 911 is only to be used in emergencies. I peek into the bathroom and see Jacoby adding some sort of bubble bath to the tub and the water running at full speed. I walk out of the bedroom with a sheet wrapped around me like a Greek Goddess and my phone in my hand. I call Skylar’s phone as soon as I hit the hallway.

After six rings, it goes straight to voicemail. I get the most horrible pain in the pit of my stomach. Something is wrong. I try to call him again, “Skylar please pick up,” I whisper to myself, pacing the hallway.

After a few rings, Skylar picks up the phone, “You ignored my messages. I really need you Mira.”

“What do you need? Where are you? Are you drunk?”

“I miss him Mira. I miss him so much it hurts. It was supposed to be me not him,” Skylar cries and his words slur together.

“Sky where are you? I’m coming to get you right now.” I plead.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. I’m going to go for a ride to clear my head. Talk to you later,” Skylar says and hangs up before I can respond.

My heart rate is out of control again. I can’t let him ride drunk and upset. That’s a lethal mixture. He’s my friend and I need to be there for him. I love him. Now how do I break this to Jacoby?

Walking back into the bedroom, I find Jacoby sitting on the bed, looking disappointed.

“Jacoby,” I whisper.

“It’s fine Mira. I heard you. I really can’t keep competing with this guy. It’s not fair. After what we just experienced, this was the last thing I thought would happen tonight.”

“Jacoby, I’m so sorry. I never told you. I was engaged to my college sweetheart and he died the day of our graduation on a motorcycle. I was in the accident as well. I don’t know if you notice the scars on my leg, but that’s what they’re from. They had to place pins in my leg after I broke it, being thrown from the bike. Skylar was Danny’s best friend and I guess one of my best friends as well. He’s missing Danny, my fiancé, and is drinking, talking about going for a ride. If something happens to him, I’ll never forgive myself. Please forgive me and I will make it up to you, I swear. Please don’t be mad.”

Jacoby nods his head and walks into the bathroom, not even saying goodbye. I understand his frustration, but not even trying to understand what I’m going through doesn’t seem fair. I quickly dress, grab my purse and head downstairs. As I reach the front door, I look back up the stairs to see Jacoby standing there watching me, but not saying a word. As I reach for the handle, he turns and walks back into his bedroom.

I don’t bother putting my shoes on, so I run to my car. I throw my purse and shoes on the passenger seat and back out of the driveway, trying to call Skylar numerous times.

I have to find him. I need to know he’s safe. I need to take care of him. As I drive towards the city where Skylar hangs out, I cry my eyes out.

“I love him,” I keep repeating to myself, as I cruise down the highway.

Chapter Sixteen

Mira

It takes me about twenty minutes to get into the city. When I finally make it downtown, I try to remember all the places Skylar would hang out. There are a few bars, near Greektown, where I met him a few nights ago.

Scanning the area for his bike, I search parking lots and street parking. I’m so desperate that I even pay to enter parking garages, just in case he parked in one of the four story buildings scattered throughout downtown, near the bars and casinos.

Coming up empty handed, I feel my heart constrict. I have already lost one love to a motorcycle accident; I don’t think I would survive losing another.

I’m sitting on the side of the road in my car outside a small twenty-four hour Greek restaurant, staring at my phone sitting on the passenger seat of my car. I pray that it lights up with Skylar’s name. I need to know he’s safe.

I turn on the radio to try to distract myself from thinking the worst while I think of other places that Skylar might be. Catching the end of “Suit and Tie” by Justin Timberlake, I feel a little calmer. It’s strange that music can relieve stress from my body and relax me. And it doesn’t hurt that JT is so fucking sexy. At the end of the song, the announcer comes on the radio:

“Good evening Detroit. For those of you who are still out and about, take it easy around I-75 Northbound heading into downtown. All northbound lanes and entrance ramps are closed indefinably while the Michigan State Police investigate a fatal accident involving a motorcycle and a semi. Details are not being released to the media as of yet; please stay tuned for more details. This has been a traffic report from your number one Detroit radio station, channel 9-5-5.”

I can literally feel my stomach clenching and twisting. I knew something was wrong. I could feel it all the way down to my bones. Not even thinking about it, I head towards the clubhouse. Those guys always know exactly what’s going on before anyone else, especially the media.

Since I can’t get on the highway, I take the back roads, thankful that Danny and I used to ride around downtown all the time, and I actually paid attention to the landmarks he was showing me. That’s pretty much it. I have no idea the names of the streets, but I know landmarks. Once I get to where the road I am on dead ends into Hart Plaza, I turn right and get into the left lane, which puts me onto the Lodge.

About fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling off my exit for the clubhouse. It would figure that I get stuck at every single red light known to man. Deciding that since I’m in Detroit, by myself, at night, I go ahead and start blowing the red lights once traffic is clear at them. I find the street I need to turn down to get to the clubhouse.

I pull in front of the gates, but they don’t open. I know that if there’s a probie here, he would open the gate, but it seems eerily quiet. I’m not a girl to sit and wait for something to happen, I make it happen. I take a deep breath and lay on my horn.

What feels like a few minutes of my car horn blaring through the mostly abandoned area, the gate cracks open and a woman walks out. I’ve seen her before, but I can’t remember her name for the life of me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” the woman calls out, half behind the gate and half out.

“I need to know if the wreck on 75 was Skylar, uh, I mean Axe,” I yell back.

“Mira?” she asked.

“Yes, it’s me, Mira. I’m a friend of Skylar’s. He called me to tell me he was going riding and he sounded pretty trashed. I was looking for him downtown and heard on the radio there was a wreck on 75. He isn’t answering me and I can’t find him. Please tell me if you know if it was him or not?”

The gate fully opens and the woman waves for me to pull inside of the gate.
Is it so bad, she needs to make sure I am okay to drive after?
Trying not to hyperventilate, I pull my car close to the front door and get out, grab my phone but leave my shoes. I unlock my phone to see if there are any missed notifications, but nothing. No texts, no missed calls, no Facebook messages. I’m going to lose my shit any second if someone doesn’t give me some answers.

“Mira, come on inside. Let me get you a drink or something,” the woman says.

“Just tell me, was the wreck Skylar? I don’t even know your name,” I say to her, trying not to be rude, knowing that this is Skylar’s family.

“Oh honey, the name is Kim, but everyone calls me Kink. I’m Prowler’s wife. Skylar wasn’t in the wreck. He’s here, Mira. He’s been here all night. He tried to leave about an hour ago, but Prowler stopped him and took his keys. He’s been up in one of the apartments talking with Prowler ever since. Come have a drink and then we can go check on the guys.”

I follow Kink inside of the bar. It’s so different with nobody here. No music is playing and it’s fairly clean. She steps behind the bar and heads towards the fridge, “What would you like to drink, honey?” she asks.

“I’ll just have water please,” I respond.

Kink pulls out two bottles of water and slides one of them my way. I take a quick drink before making eye contact with Kink. She must think I’m some kind of crazy girlfriend who starts looking for her boyfriend the minute he doesn’t answer a call or a text. I might be a little crazy, but I’ll never be that girl.

“Kink, do you think that you could go get Skylar for me please?” I ask. I just want to verify that he is here, he is safe, and he is alive.

“Honey, you can go on upstairs, the boys are probably in one of the apartments or just sitting in the diner area. Knowing Axe, he’s probably gonna be pretty happy to see you,” Kink says sincerely.

I turn towards the stairs and start to make my climb to the upper level of the building. The last time I was up here, it didn’t go so well. About half way up the stairwell, I hear voices. Male voices. It might be kind of rude or whatever, but I really want to hear what they’re talking about. Skylar calling me out of the blue was crazy enough; I want to know what provoked it.

As I get closer to the top, I see that the door to the diner area of the clubhouse is shut, but not completely and I can actually make out the words that are being said. Sitting on the top step, I quietly listen to Skylar and Prowler talk. Well more Skylar talking and Prowler chiming in every once in a while with a “I know how you feel man” or “uh huh.”

“I don’t even know what to do anymore man. I fell for this girl hard. I fell for her when I shouldn’t have. She was my best friend’s girl, for Christ’s sake. What kind of man does that? I’ll tell you what kind of man does that, a man that isn’t worthy of the trust of his best friend or the love of a good woman. For years I watched and lusted after her. I wanted them to break up so I could try to get a chance with her. You have no idea how hard it was trying to control my emotions around her, especially when she was so flirty all the fucking time. God, she would wear next to nothing around our house, all the fucking time. Finding little ways to touch me. I thought for a few months that it was me she wanted, but it never was. She always loved him and I never stood a chance. I don’t know why I ever thought I could. A man like me stands in the shadows behind the better man. A man like me doesn’t get the girl. I know I sound dumb as fuck, but God she’s just so fucking beautiful man, I swear,” Skylar says, slurring his words.

It’s not Danny he misses, it’s me. Has it always been me? Was I the reason that Danny and Skylar stayed so close, even when it looked like their lives were taking different paths? All along I thought it was Kylee keeping us all together. Did she see something that I didn’t? Was I always flirting around him?

“I remember this one time Prow, Danny, Mira and I were sitting in the living room watching some chick movie. I really didn’t want to watch a movie, but Mira insisted that I join them. I thought she was just being nice but the way she cuddled on the couch between Danny and me, making sure to touch me. Fuck. I had a glimpse at what it could be like. I think I loved her since the day I first saw her, but that moment was when I think I knew I had to be with her. I love her man, but I’ll never be anything more to her than Danny’s best friend. I should have been the one to get hurt, not-,” Skylar says, attempting to finish his statement but the overwhelming emotion behind what I knew he wanted to say took over.