Brutal (29 page)

“I asked Rogue if he wanted to ride bitch earlier, and you know what he said?” I ask.

Laughing, he says, “No, but I’m dying to find out.”

“He said ‘I’m already your bitch’. What do you think that means?”

“It means he’s a pussy,” he says. “But that ain’t nothin’ new.”

“Hmm,” I say, pretending to think. “I think you need to be someone’s bitch, whaddya think?”

“I think we need to change the subject,” he says, smiling. “Besides, I’m man enough to ride bitch.”

I can’t help but laugh, and Rogan looks deep in thought. Once seated, I ask him what’s on his mind.

“You opened that pretty mouth of yours and ratted me out,” he says, whispering in my ear. “Know what that means?”

“I might have forgotten.”

“I owe you a spanking.”

“Do you always keep your word?”

“Always.”

“I like a man that keeps his word.”

“You called me Rogue.”

“Would you rather I didn’t?”

“I fucking loved it.”

“I fucking love
you,
” I say whispering into his ear.

“Venessa?” I hear. “Or is it Kharma now?” And I turn to see my one of my oldest friends.

“Hey Dubz,” I say, smiling. “Or is it just Jason now?”

“Call me whatever you want,” he says, looking at my dates. “Introduce me.”

“The gentleman to your left is Rafe,” I say. “This is Rogan.”

“Her boyfriend,” says Rogan grunting.

“Nice to meet you both,” he says, not caring about the pissing match. “Glad to see you could finally make it over. Haven’t been to the club in a while. I’m busy here and it’s too damn busy there. We have to catch up soon. I miss talking to you. But you’re with company, so another time. Lunch is on the house, and it’s been a pleasure meeting you both. Kira will be hooking you up today, so I’ll stop back by after you’ve eaten.”

“Thanks Dubz,” I say. “This place is fucking amazing.”

“Living the dream,” he says, smiling.

“Fuckin’ a,” says Rafe, while Rogan stares him down. He goes back to the bar while we order damn near everything off the menu. Apparently, Rogan hasn’t eaten in ten years.

Kira brought us our food and drinks like a pro. The food was amazing, Rafe swore the beer sampler was… oh, how did he put it? ‘Fucking smooth’. Rogan and I each had a pop. We make small talk, but I need Rafe on my side here, and since I know Rogan well enough to know he doesn’t want me caught by this nut job, I need Rafe to run offense for me.

“So, Rafe,” I say. “There’s a pretty solid chance this wacko wants to grab me.”

“Yeah?” he says. “How’d you come up with that?”

“It’s what makes the least sense,” I say. ”Which means it makes the most sense. The girls, Macy, the club; all of those things center around me, so it stands to reason it’s leading up to my capture. What are your thoughts?”

“Dammit, Angel,” says Rogan, grabbing my hand.

“I think we need to catch the guy and gut him, that’s what I think,” he says.

“I agree,” I say. “Which is why I’m offering myself up as bait, and I need you two to back me up.”

“Fuck,” says Rogan. “Not gonna happen.”

“Makes sense, partner,” Rafe says.

“It ain’t your woman being the bait, now is it?” spits Rogan.

“No,” he says. “But the woman I have serious interest in is a part of this, too. Venessa can handle herself, and she has us and the backing of the club, whereas Macy is essentially clueless in this. She’s the logical choice. I agree with her that she’s next. He’s riling her up, trying to throw her off.”

“No,” says Rogan.

“Hear me out,” Rafe says. “The drug can be stolen and reproduced. But this dick is targeting her specifically. He’s going to take her, and it’s just a matter of when and how. We should give her the best fighting chance. She’s safest at the club right now; too many people pay her attention there.”

“Which is why I think that’s where he’ll attempt to do it.”

“Go on,” says Rogan.

“I said ‘attempt’. I think he’ll have some lackey give me a go in the club, to gauge what happens. When it fails, and it will, because security will be tightened up,  he’ll make a play for me somewhere else. He’s been watching my reaction with the other girls, and now with the drug. He knew my routine. I think he’s running me in circles, and it needs to stop.”

“We need to talk with Max and Tony, too,” Rafe offers.

“Fuck Tony,” says Rogan.

“Kharma?”

I hear my name and we all cease talking. A man, probably twenty three years old, approaches me.

“Oh, hey,” I say. “How are ya?”

“I thought it was you,” he says. “I come to the club Saturdays. Just wanted to come by and tell you that you’re fucking awesome.”

“Wow, thanks,” I say. ‘What’s your name?”

“Brandon.”

“Give the man at the door this code on Saturday,” I say, writing it on a napkin. “Tell him I sent you, and you and your party won’t pay cover yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” I say, “thanks for stopping over.” I  hope this gives him the hint it’s time to leave, but it’s ignored.

“Could I get a picture with you?” he asks shyly. “I can never get close enough to you at the club to ask.”

I find myself momentarily frozen. A picture is harmless, yeah? But I don’t want this guy, this stranger next to me with an arm on the shoulder or anything like that. I should just say no, and leave it at that. But when I find myself nodding instantly, I feel Rogan’s hands on my shoulders.

“One picture,” says Rogan. “Do not touch her.”

“Sure, man, no problem,” he says, calling his friend over. He stands next to me, but doesn’t touch me, although I can feel the excitement of wanting to. He thanks me, all smiles, and I calm down. I made the guy happy, and it wasn’t so bad.

“Hey, Kharma? One with me?” says another guy, and I can hear Rafe curse and Rogan exits the booth to stand next to me.

“Sure,” I say totally uncomfortable.

“I’m Darren,” he offers.

“Kharma,” I say, and Brandon takes picture after picture and I tune out their bragging. My lunch is coming back up.

The next ten minutes are a blur. Brandon and Darren brought friends who wanted pictures, and then the waitstaff, other customers even the, owner Stephen introduced himself, and all the while I’m trying not to hyperventilate. I notice Rafe throw money on the table, and Rogan walks me out. I’m trying to hold it together, but several people did touch me and I want to scrub them off my skin. The boys are discussing getting me home and giving me time to relax before I sound check for work tomorrow night. Rogan asks me if I’m alright to ride, and I nod, just willing to do whatever it takes to leave.

Rogan has Rafe stay back, to make sure we aren’t followed, and Rafe will head over to Wayne State to make sure Macy made it home safely.

I ride back like the devil himself is on my back. I can’t get home fast enough. I run red lights, make sharp turns, and all but throw my bike down to get to my shower. I run up the stairs two at a time to try and use up the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The need to hurt someone, anyone, is like a drug in my system.

Rogan enters behind me and starts my shower as I strip everything off and throw it clear across the room. I run for the shower as he sets towels on the sink for me.

I start scrubbing immediately. Ignoring the pain of it, I start on my hair and face. I feel his hands on me, and since I hadn’t heard him come in I should be startled, but I wasn’t. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he starts rubbing my breasts, squeezing my nipples, then he pushes me forward, and I rest my head on the cold tile. He continues his sensual assault, and then takes his leg and uses it to spread mine open. He takes his cock and rubs it between my legs to tease me. He’s squeezing me harder, rubbing me harder, and trying to find a way in. I get up on my toes to further open myself for him, but the height difference is too much, so he almost squats to accommodate me. Once we are aligned, he slams into me with such brute force I lose my breath.

He finds his rhythm instantly. I’m just along for the ride, and I’m one hundred percent okay with that. I brace both hands on the tile to save my face from being smashed in. He’s ramming me with intent, he’s claiming me again, and I need more of him. Just as I’m about to demand more, he latches on to the base of my neck and bites down really fucking hard.

I come so hard and fast, I scream my way through it. He doesn’t even slow down to let me recover. I have nothing to grab onto, and when I try to turn around he rams me even harder. The bite still burns but his cock ramming me helps me to tune it out. I’m on the edge again, so I turn my head to look at him, and it’s the most savage expression I have ever seen.

He notices me watching and watches me back. He’s giving it to me so god damn hard, I’m afraid my knees will snap trying to stay in this position. He has my hips secured in his hands, so as he continues to annihilate my senses, my entire body is so alert I can’t form a sentence. I’m not even sure of what I’m trying to say at this point, but when he seals his mouth over mine, I grow even more wet, more needy. Eyes open, mouths fused, I ready myself again. He grips my hips so hard I cry out in joy? Pain? Who the fuck cares.

He bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. I whimper because I’m helpless until he gives it back to me. With my head back in an awkward position, he releases my lip then releases my hip to wrap his hands around my hair and pull my head back even further. To say I’m going to be sore later is an understatement. My hair being pulled from underneath hurts, but the serious cock fuck I’m getting is worth it. Just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he releases my other hip, and before I can register where his hand went he spanks me so fucking hard my eyes cross and my legs give out.

Not missing a beat, he turns me around, kills the water, and carries back to my bed. No talk, no towels. I no sooner hit the mattress, and he’s inside me again. He’s above me now, and he’s got a purpose. Each hand is spreading one of my legs to its max and my core is wide open, defenseless, and greedy. I’m watching him use his cock as a piston, noticing he isn’t allowing me to move. He brings my legs together, rams me, then opens them again, never once taking his eyes off me. I reach for him, and he allows it. Taking it further, I use both hands to pull him to my mouth by his beard. He growls, I growl. Our teeth are in play, our tongues, our lips, all of it. He pulls my hair, I pull his beard. He spanks me, I dig my nails into his back. He bites me again, and I bite him so fucking hard, he actually had to pause his ramming of me.

Looking down at me, and me looking up at him, he secures both of my arms above my head and resumes slowly. The thrusts are still hard and deep, but not as fast now. We’re both fighting for breath, and I know he needs to come. He’s giving it to me so thoroughly I want to cry. He releases my arms, so I use them to cradle his beautiful bald head in my hands. I put one leg over each shoulder, taking him a lot deeper than I had expected. Score one for me when his eyes rolled back. Holding himself up on his forearms, letting my pussy take all his weight, this is by far the deepest he’s ever been. So much so, it’s borderline painful, but pain is a feeling, and I embrace it. 

He’s so close I can feel it. I bring my legs back, and wrap them up half way over his broad back.

I kiss his perfect mouth and stare at him, wondering if it is possible to love anyone more.

Our foreheads touch, our lips meet again, and I sense that he’s refusing to come until I tap out or pass out.

“Come inside me,” I beg. “Now.”

He goes ram rod straight and yells 'Angel!' so loud, that cherubs probably dropped their harps and dove for cover.

He continues to come, over and over, each release slightly less intense than the last and I held him to me while he filled me up proper. It was fucking beautiful.

“I feel you,” I whisper.

“Love you so much.”

“Love you.”

“Mine.”

“Always.”

“Better?”

“Perfect,” I say. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Always save you,” he says, getting sleepy.

T
oday, we train. While Rafe is off, keeping an eye on Macy (who, in my opinion, studies too much), Venessa asked if we could train together. As if I would say no to that. For all the nights I’ve watched her struggle to sleep, last night she slept. She woke me up with a smile and a cup, and now she’s calling Macy, and I’m pretending not listen.

She brags about me. How many guys can say that shit? I hear talk, most of the time people bitch about each other to people they shouldn’t. It ain’t their business, but they do it anyway, instead of handling their shit, they talk shit. She doesn’t do that, she’s straight up. I love that about her. Macy misses her, but is happy she’s found me. If my girl's best friend approves, that’s right up there with the parents in my book. She comes back into the room, dressed and happy. That right there makes me happy.

“You got anything you need to do after we train?” Lying next to her last night, something hit me hard, something I have to do for her, for us, tonight.