“You are so naive!” I screech. “She wanted to be there. She wanted his body over hers, every night. She wanted his baby. She wanted him!”
“You shut your mouth,” she hisses. “That is your sister you’re talking about.”
“And she’s dead!” I scream so loudly I scare myself. “She’s dead, and she’s not coming back. It’s not my fault. She was the one who opened her filthy legs for Danny, and she was the one who made sure he married her. She made her own choices!”
She slaps me again. Now tears are thundering down her cheeks. “You always were so selfish, Ciara. Get out of my house.”
“Gladly,” I spit.
I turn on my heel, and with shaky legs I walk to my room. I pack what little things I own, and ring a cab. As I’m walking down the hall, I stop at Cheyenne’s door and peer into her old room. My heart hurts for my sister, because she didn’t deserved to die. I’ll always love her deep down in my soul, but I can’t help that I will always hate her, too. She knew what she was doing, every step of the way, and she made a point of shoving my face in it. Now she’s gone, and no one wants to hear of it. My parents hate me. Danny hates me. My world has turned upside down, and for what? For befriending someone who changed everyone’s lives. I peer around the room one last time, and before I leave, I whisper one, simple sentence and I mean it. Oh, I mean it.
“Fuck you, Cheyenne.”
I
giggle and twirl, letting my hair flow around me. Spike is sitting on my bed, watching me with an amused expression. I’m still tipsy, and having a great time. Spike has been drinking with me for the last hour and we’ve both stop caring about anything else but this moment.
“You need to stop drinkin’, yeah?” Spike grins.
“Later, babe.”
He chuckles. “Since when do you call me babe?”
“Since now.”
He wraps his fingers around the top of the bottle, and begins a gentle stroking, running his finger around the tip. I lick my lips and stop dancing, suddenly getting the urge to forget the drinking and make use of the hot biker sitting in front of me fucking my bottle with his fingers. God, I want those fingers inside me, deep and hard. I shudder, and Spike’s gaze grows lazy.
“Somethin’ you wanna say, baby?”
I drop to my knees, and begin crawling toward him, full of determination. I stop in front of him, lifting my hands and placing them on his jean clad legs. I shove gently, spreading his thighs until I can shuffle between them. He makes a growling sound and looks down at me, his dark eyes hooded.
“What’re you doin’, Tom Cat?”
“Something I’ve so desperately wanted to do...” I husk, gripping his belt and unbuckling it.
“Baby, don’t wanna just fuck you and make you think that’s all I’m here for...”
“But Spike,” I purr, looking up at him. “I wanna be fucked.”
“Fuck, Ciara,” he rasps. “You’re makin’ my cock hard.”
Oh God. My pussy clenches so hard I have to rub my thighs together to stop myself from exploding with need. Spike reaches down, gripping either side of my face with his big, heavy hands. I peer up at him, still running my fingers over the buckle of his belt.
“Tell me what it is you want to do...”
I lick my lips, and look him dead in the eye. “I want to take your spikes out.”
His chest rumbles, and he reaches around, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Fuck yeah, Tom Cat.”
“I’ve always wanted to...tell me how...”
“Baby,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Just use them fuckin’ pretty lips, and own it.”
I’ll own it all right - I’ll
nail
it. I tug at his jeans, popping the top button. He moves his hips, and allows me to pull them down his legs. I grip his boots when I reach them, and pull them off before removing his jeans completely.
When I look back up, I see he’s not wearing anything else under his jeans. From this angle, I can see every piercing in his cock. I let my eyes linger over the line of them running up the inside of his length. Each one has a tiny spike on the end, but when he’s hard and pulsing like this...it just looks, well, dangerous. The one right though the head has bigger spikes, and God, I want to run my tongue all over it.
I raise myself up, wrapping my hand around his cock and gently squeezing. He hisses and cups my face, gripping me with just enough pressure to turn me on. I lean down, swiping my tongue over the large spike in the tip. Spike groans, deep and throaty, as I work my tongue around it, tracing the sharp tip and teasing him until he’s panting above me. Then I close my teeth over it, and nip it. It pops off, leaving just the rounded end of the barbell. I drop the spike into my hand, and continue working my tongue down his length, biting and tugging, pulling and jerking until he’s growling so loudly his body trembles. When I reach the last of the spikes, I nip it off and drop it into my hand, before lowering my mouth and sliding my tongue out and over his balls.
“Fuck, Ciara, baby...I wanna come.”
Hearing him pretty much beg makes me want to tease him even more. So, I do. I run my tongue over his balls, up and down his cock, and over his head until he’s growling and tangling his fists in my hair, tugging my mouth toward him. Before I know what’s happening, he leans down and scoops me up. In ten seconds flat, my back is pressed against the wall and he’s crushed against me. I reach out, dropping the spikes on the table beside me, before reaching up and tangling my fingers into his hair, bringing his lips down over mine. God, he tastes so fucking divine. Like Spike mixed with the warm, but intense flavor of vodka. Our tongues slide together, and his cock presses hard against my belly.
“Goin’ to fuck you now baby, hard...fuckin’ hard. You ready?”
“Yes,” I rasp against his lips. “Fuck, yes.”
He grips my shorts, jerking them down angrily. I shuffle out of them, kicking them to the side. He grips my panties, tearing them off. I giggle and bite his earlobe, which earns me a growl so sexy I find it hard to hold myself back. Spike reaches around, gripping my ass and pulling me to him, forcing me to grind against his erection. Oh god, the feeling of that hard length pressing up and down against my slick heat...it’s incredible.
“Think I can make you come like this, baby?”
“Yes,” I hoarsely whisper. “God, Spike...”
“What do you fuckin’ call me in here?”
“Danny,” I cry out as he rubs and rubs, sliding that perfect piercing over my clit.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Fuck, yeah.”
I come, and it’s so powerful I take skin off the shoulder I’m clenching onto. He gives me a deep, throaty growl, and I give him one deep, intense scream as I convulse without him even putting his cock inside me.
I’m still rattling from my orgasm when he grips my leg, bringing it up and around his hip. Then he’s pressing against me, fuck, he’s right there...stretching, filling, making that orgasm drag out longer. He pushes inside me,
deep
. We both hiss at each other, like two feral cats. His hand is on my ass, using it to drive his thrusts. My fingers are in his hair, tugging harshly, pulling with desperate need. Our lips keep clashing, blending together in desperate, hungry kisses.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” Spike rasps in my ear. “Wanna stay buried in you forever.”
I’m so close, my body is wound up so tight that I can feel every, deep, long thrust. I can feel myself tightening around him. God, I’m so close.
Spike reaches between us, and he flicks my clit. Literally, flicks it. The pain combined with the pleasure sends me over the edge and I scream, fuck do I scream. I come so hard my body shakes around him. He quickens his pace, and our skin slaps together, loudly. His cock swells inside me and I feel it beginning to pulse.
“Shit,” he bellows, clutching my ass so hard I have no doubt he’ll leave bruises.
He drags his cock in and out until he’s wrung every, last drop from his body. I let my body relax, panting with pure relief. I drop my head onto his chest, inhaling the scent of him combined with the leather of his jacket. I’ll never forget that smell. It’s perfect.
He grips the back of my head, cupping me with his hand. We stay like that for a long moment, and I feel his nose in my hair, breathing me in. This moment, it’s incredible. It’s mind-blowing. It’s
real
. It’s quite possibly the most real moment we’ve ever had.
“Gotta shower now, babe.”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
He reaches down, gripping my other leg and lifting me so I’m straddling him. Then he carries me toward the bathroom.
I nestle my nose into his neck and just breathe. We reach the shower, and he puts me down. Sulking, I pout at him. He flashes me a super grin, then begins taking his clothes off...well...only the top half, considering he isn’t wearing pants.
I watch with a lazy smile as he slides his shirt up and over his head. I stare at his massive, tattooed body and sigh. I could look at him forever, and never get bored. He’s just so beautiful. I grip the last of my clothes, dragging them over my head until we’re both standing in front of each other, fully naked.
I turn, stepping into the shower, and turning it on. The warm water sprays over my body, and I groan. Spike steps in behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, pressing his hard chest against my back. I groan, dropping my head back into his chest and just standing there, enjoying every second.
He runs his fingers up and down my belly, and I reach down, tangling mine in his. He lets me hold his hand for a while, before he lets go and reaches down, gripping the soap, and pumping some into his hand. He rubs it over my body, causing little whimpers to escape me. He finds my ass, and grips it again, spinning me and pulling me toward him.
“You’re an ass man,” I murmur into his chest.
“Babe, I fuckin’ love your ass.”
“Oh?”
“Always have.”
“Really?” I say, licking his nipple.
He shudders and grips my hair, tugging my head back so I’m looking up at him. “Stop lickin’ my nipple, my cock is gettin’ hard again.”
“Maybe I want it to,” I grin, grinding myself against him.
“When did you get so...adventurous?”
“When I lost the man I loved because I wasn’t adventurous enough...”
His eyes fill with guilt, and a little anger. “Yeah, well, past is past.”
“Yeah, but the past defines who we are in the future...”
He grins. “So smart.”
“I can’t help it, it’s the good breeding.”
He snorts, and I narrow my eyes.
“What?” I say, stepping back. “Are you saying I don’t have good breeding?”
“Babe,” he says, stepping closer and pulling me back to him. “I know you’ve got good fuckin’ breeding. I also know that you’re the only one that got the brains.”
“Cheyenne was smart...” I dare to say.
“Cheyenne used her looks to get what she wanted, don’t take brains to do that.”
“Yeah,” I say, quietly. “I guess.”
“No more talkin’ about that shit, ain’t no point.”
I swallow and nod. Part of me will always be jealous that my sister got him first; how can I not be? What I just experienced then, she probably experienced many times over. The thought puts a crushing pain in my heart, and I struggle to keep my breath steady. I’m jealous of my dead sister, and I don’t know if I can ever take that away. She had what I wanted, and the only reason I have it now is because she’s gone. If she didn’t die...
“Fuckin’ stop it,” Spike growls.
I look up at him. “What?”
“Thinkin’. I can see it, babe. I know what you’re thinkin’.”
“No,” I whisper. “You don’t.”
“You’re thinkin’ that I’ve been here with Cheyenne before. You’re thinkin’ that I fucked her the way I just fucked you. You’re thinkin’ you’re always goin’ to be second...”
I flinch, answering him without even opening my mouth. He snorts. “Let me tell you somethin’, and listen close ‘cause I will
not
be fuckin’ sayin’ this to you every fuckin’ day. If you can’t deal with my past, and what went down, then you walk away.
“As for Cheyenne, what I had with her was very different. Cheyenne didn’t fuck, she made love. Cheyenne didn’t share a shower, ‘cause she liked her own space and was in love with herself. There ain’t no comparison, and there never will be. I’m not sayin’ I didn’t love her. She was my wife, she was growin’ my baby, I fuckin’ loved her, but the emotion I feel with you was never there with her. You make my fuckin’ heart hurt. You make my body so fuckin’ wound up with need it aches. You make my fuckin’ days bright, and not one of those fuckin’ days has passed that you haven’t been in my head. Might have had her first, might have fuckin’ loved her first, but you’re the one who ends this with me.”
Fuck. Crap. Shit.
I hate when he says things like that, because it makes me feel childish...and maybe that’s what I’m being, childish.
“Not goin’ to live the rest of my life tryin’ to tell you that what I felt for your sister is different. Not goin’ to tell you every day that you and she don’t even compare, because you’re two different people. Not goin’ to keep assuring you that you’re not second to me, that in fact, you were fuckin’ first. You wanna be in this with me, Tom Cat, or you don’t.”
“I do,” I whisper.
“Then we ain’t gonna talk about this anymore.”
I nod, swallowing.
“We’re goin’ to get out, get into your bed, and I’m gonna fuck you real slow. Then we’re goin’ to lie next to each other. I don’t cuddle, but I will rub your hair until you’re asleep.”
Shit.
How can something so blunt sound so fucking sweet?
“Okay.”
“Okay babe.”
We get out of the shower, and he does just that. He fucks me real slow, bringing me to orgasm twice more, then he lays beside me, ringed fingers in my hair, stroking until I’m asleep.
“S
top worrying about her,” Cheyenne snaps, rubbing her fingers over her slightly swelling belly.
“She’s your fuckin’ sister, sunshine, she deserves to know.”
“She doesn’t answer the phone, she doesn’t want a part in this.”
“Don’t matter. She still deserves to know.”
“Why are you always on her side, Spike? I know you two were friends and all that bullshit, but honestly, sometimes I think you wish you picked her!”