Rampage (A Night Fire Novel Book 4) (12 page)

Chapter Seventeen

A hand pressed to the metal of the door, the ring on his thumb chinked against it. The nails of his fingers were low, I'd seen him biting them on a few occasions. A bad habit that I had also noticed Eden would slap in passing. In the skin between the thumb and the index finger was a star tattoo, I wondered what it meant. If it meant anything at all.

His body was close to me, I could feel it as it traced past me. I could smell his aftershave and the beer, mixing in together to make a heady combination.

“Is this what it has come down to? You slinking off without a word, is this what you really want?”

The whispered words grated against me.

“What I want is for my husband to stop ignoring me. To stop treating me like I'm the worst person on the planet. You haven't spoken a word to me since the clubhouse. Why would I stick around when you think that this is appropriate?”

His image reflected on the heavy tinted window, a twitch of anger crossing his face.

“You were out of line.”

“Well if that's what you think then you should say so, not ignore me like a spoiled child.”

I turned around and looked at him, like me he wasn't handling this well. He was so close I could reach out with little effort but I didn't know if it was going to be met with happiness or if he'd pull away from me. I couldn't handle rejection, being ignored was hard enough.

We had married too quickly, I could see that now. I didn't know him and he didn't know me. It was to be expected that we would learn things about each other as the days passed but would we get to those days? I looked at Evan and I hoped that we could, there was something about him that completed me. My days would be hollow without him. But that didn't mean that I couldn't walk away.

“Come on Evan.” I softly prompted him. “Tell me where it went wrong. Tell me if you want me to stay.”

“Of course I do.” he scoffed.

The emotions were building fast, I could see he was having a hard time dealing with it. I was beginning to think that he had never had a permanent relationship, like me. Both of us had our fleeting moments with people, never going the distance with them. My encounters were always of the nightly variety and I figured his were too.

We were in new territory here. Neither of us had been here and neither of us knew what to do.

“Your mom's a touchy subject.” I offered, hoping to get him to talk. “Don't talk about her breasts, right?”

He stared at me like he wanted to kill me with his death stare.

“You see, you need to say things like that. I was raised in a really liberal family Evan and to me it isn't a taboo subject. My mother talked about her body and about other peoples bodies. She was a playboy pin-up so it's highly likely you've seen my mother naked. I had to be open minded about, I had to be able to talk about it without issue. You'd be surprised how many teenage boys can figure out that one of their class mates is related to a woman who is rather naked in pictures that are hidden under their bed.”

A slight smirk twitched across his face, the sadness in his eyes had lifted slightly.

“You think that you had it hard this afternoon? Try years of it, try having the pictures pinned to your locker for the whole school to see. Try having them impose your god damn school photo onto your mother's naked body. So yeah okay maybe I was out of line but so were you. You leer at those pictures and then get offended if someone makes a reference between it and your mother. News flash, she's not an angel. No one is.”

Evan said nothing and I wondered if he had heard anything I had said. I wanted to waive my hand in front of his face to make sure he was still in there. Maybe he'd floated off to some distant planet and was blissfully unaware that his marriage was about to become extinct.

He sighed, weary of everything. It had been a long day and it looked like he needed bed and nothing more.

“She was fourteen. A fucking child and he thought that it was okay for the one time.”

Evan wandered over to the back wall and pressed the button to make the garage door go down. I guess I wasn't going anywhere then.

“Except that it wasn't just the one time. By the time mom found out she was pregnant they'd been hooking up for six months. She said that she loved him and that he loved her as well. Said he was going to leave the wife and kids as soon as she was old enough. She found out that I was around and told him she wanted more, that she was pregnant and he had to take care of us.”

He opened the door and pulled out my bag.

“When are you going to empty your car?”

“Tomorrow.” I said with a smile.

Evan nodded and took my hand with his free one and led me back into the house. Things were improving.

“I guess he got scared, he knew that people would start asking questions when it became obvious that she was pregnant. He tried to convince her to have an abortion but mom wouldn't do that. She saw me as the miracle of their love, that if he loved her like he said he did then he would want me around. She expected him to be happy about it but he wasn't. But she wanted his happiness, he promised her so much and all that he asked was that she hide the evidence of their love.”

Slowly we ascended the stairs, making our way back to the bedroom. The house was dark, a few muted lights were being thrown around the room from varying yard and street lights.

“He knew that he couldn't take her to any old doctor to do the job but he cared enough to not risk a backyard operation. She was young, impressionable. Like all good con-men he had her fooled and when he asked something of her she was all too willing to comply. So he made her tell her parents that she'd been with a boy of a similar age to her, that she'd been drunk at a party and had no idea who the father was. The lie almost worked.”

Evan smiled softly as he stopped at the doorway, he dumped the bag to one side and led me into the bathroom. He turned the faucet for the bath tub on and sat on the edge of the tiled surround, pulling me down to sit beside him.

“The only problem was that her parents didn't believe her. Up until that point, my mother had always been the good girl. She came home on time from school and did her homework at the dining room table, they went to church every Sunday morning and the rest of the weekend was filled with family things. Every movement in her life was accounted for and they knew that she hadn't been to a party. So they pushed her for more information and found out the truth, called the cops and made her confess everything. They didn't believe in abortions so she wasn't allowed to get rid of me. Not wanting to be embarrassed in front of their community they shipped her off to the black sheep of their family. Her aunt made her accept responsibility, made her raise me with little help. Everything she did in her life, she did it for me. So yeah, she is a bit of a touchy subject.”

I kissed him on the cheek, a silent gratitude for finally saying something rather than keeping it bottled up. His eyes were pinned to me as I stood and pulled my hair up, tying it into a messy bun at the top of my head. Stripping down to nothing I stepped into the tub, the milky water was soothing and delectably warm.

After stripping down to that gorgeously naked body, Evan got in behind me and pulled me back to lay on his body. His toes turned the long handle of the faucet, sliding them up to turn them off. It was nice to lay in the warmth and rest, doing nothing except listening to each others breathing.

His fingers laced into mine, taking them to his lips to kiss my palm. The other arm was wrapped around my body, his hand settling on the ribs.

“He tried to make contact.”

My eyes opened as I said goodbye to the solitude and hello to the shocking revelation.

“Couple of years ago. He rang the clubhouse which in itself was a breach of his parole conditions. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me or even attempt it, yet he tried. Eden took the call and I was oddly enough in her office at the time. She put him on loud speaker with an evil eye to me.”

Evan chuckled a little.

“One little gesture holds so many threats. So I sat there and listened to him plead his case, he tried to reason that he loved my mother and even though she was young he would always love her. Eden wasn't buying it for a second. See, that's the difference between someone like Eden and my mom. Eden rolled her eyes at my father's words, my mother would have fallen for it and had him sitting at the dinner table that night. Then he said that he'd like to meet me, even though he knew he wasn't allowed to. For a moment I had wanted to as well, to know what he was like and to get to know him. It was like Eden could see the change in my persona, she held up a note pad with a word scribbled on it.
User.
I didn't want to believe it, my mother had loved this man, how could she get it so wrong? Eden interrupted him and told him that it was part of his parole conditions that he was not to make contact with me or my mother and that he'd just broken it. She said that she was going to call the cops on him and he just went crazy at her. Said he was going to sue my mother for defamation, that my mother had plied him with a drug and gotten herself pregnant. She was right, he was after my money. He knew that I'd do anything to protect her.”

Evan sighed, a weary and pain filled exhalation that said so much. In one phone call this man had damaged Evan's life. It wasn't the kind of call that would result in a lifetime of heartache, just a few years.

“So what happened?”

“Eden told him that all calls that come into the clubhouse are recorded and that she'd be passing the recoding over to the cops. Haven't heard from him since.”

I was grateful they had someone like her, that protected them from being used.

“We're going to be okay, aren't we?”

“Yeah, we are.”

I said it because I believed it. That even in after a day like today, we could turn it around to this. Soaking in a tub of warm water together. At peace with each other and ourselves. All I had to do was push him a little and whatever it was that was annoying him would come out.

We would be okay, no matter what might happen. We would fight to keep a hold of what we had. It wasn't perfect but there wasn't a relationship on this planet that was.

Chapter Eighteen

We now had one rule that we were going to live by. Walk away from a fight before it escalates, return when in a better frame of mind. Evan didn't want to see me standing by my car, readying to leave him and I didn't want to be ignored. So we agreed that there would be no walking and no ignoring. We would separate into different areas of the house or wherever it might be that we are having our heated discussion and calm down. All differences were going to be discussed and settled before we slept. I could imagine myself having a sleepless night if we had fought and gone to bed angry.

Now we laid on the bed, fresh from the soak in the tub and discussed life and the universe. No sex, just talking. This was where I learned that his birthday is coming up real fast and when I asked him what he wanted for it, his response was being alone with his naked and horny wife. I could give him that.

Evan talked of his worry for the movie, having never acted a day in his life. He didn't want to come across as wooden and lifeless, he feared the movie would flop and it would be his fault. He worried that my career would take a nose dive because of it and that I'd never be at the top of my game again.

I simply stated that we all had those worries and if I didn't do a movie because of those fears, I wouldn't be where I am today. Everything is a risk but they are worth it. The studio would not have offered him the role if they hadn't researched him, clearly they had watched his music videos and figured out he was vibrant and cheeky, adorable and very lovable. He already had a fan base that would flock to the movie, regardless of what the critics might say.

My confidence in his ability lifted his mood, I guess I didn't realize how much pressure this could place on a person. I had spent so long in this life that starting a new movie was just another day at work. But to Evan it was the unknown, he was vulnerable to so many different issues that he thought mattered. Self-confidence for his own ability, guilt at possible failure, public opinion, family and friends opinion, my opinion.

The last one shocked me a little. He was going into a film with me, an actress that was revered by everyone. He worried that I would think he was crap at it and it would hurt our relationship. But I knew that he'd be good. There were some people that you could instantly tell they were made to be in the spotlight, they were the class clown or the seasoned small scale theater actor. They were the people that weren't afraid to get up on a stage and make an idiot out of themselves, all to make another person's life a little better. Whether it was laughing at them because they rocked the slapstick comedy or tears when they aced a death scene, there were some that made these roles real.

With all those issues swirling in his mind, I suppose his sulking and silence might have been justifiable. He wasn't really sulking, he was just contemplating everything and getting anxious. So I pulled him into my arms, his head resting into the curve of my neck.

He hugged me tight, under the warmth of the sheets we laid like that until he finally fell asleep. I was suffering insomnia. It happened every so often and there wasn't much I could do about it. Usually I would read a book or watch television.

I slipped out from Evan's arms, pulling the sheet up around him. There was a chill in the room that was almost unbearable. The remote to the air conditioning unit was in the top draw of the bed side cabinet. After adjusting the temperature to a more reasonable level I went to put it back, finding a small stack of magazines. Curiosity struck me and I took them out, searching out somewhere to read them. To find out what all the fuss is about.

To the back of the room was an alcove area, it was almost as large as the walk in robe. Curtains covered the windows, I pulled one back to see a stunning view of the desert. Morning was creeping over the land, tinting it with a soft silvery hue.

A solitary s shaped lounge sat facing the view, protruding from the corner of the room. At the other end was a large armless day bed, stacks of books around it. The man was a reader. I think I like him. I might just keep him.

I flicked on the overhead light, the soft glow would be hidden from Evan. As I settled onto the single seat lounge, I opened the first one. It was filled with articles about different things, varying in all types of articles that a man might want. Or maybe even a woman. Maybe even this woman.

Yes, it was true. I read the articles. I even looked at the naked women. They were flawless and I wondered what man would believe this was the real deal. Did they really believe that women didn't have cellulite or that they had perfectly shaped breasts? Sure there were women who were stunning in beauty and had perfect, plump breasts, lacked in any form of dimpling but they were few and far between.

I had a few dimples in my time, I'd had them since I was a kid. Even with the strict regime and fat free diet, I still managed to get them. But I didn't care, to me it was the beauty of life. It showed the world that this was the real me, unedited and without shame.

The magazine was dumped to the floor beside me, it was unrealistic and I didn't find it interesting at all. Had they been left as the camera had captured, I could have been more inclined to continue. Editing images was a pet peeve of mine. I dared the tabloids to do it to me, under threat of dragging them through the court system, I ensured they knew to keep their airbrushing away from my pictures.

I opened up the next magazine, not the same publication group. This one didn't even look like it could be sold on a newspaper stand. The images were rather pornographic. Unlike the other magazine, this one could hold my interest. Not just because those that were in the pictures were unedited but because they were a little hot.

A small bruise on one hip, a scar on a shoulder. Moles, freckles, cellulite, pimples, a few wrinkles. This was life and this was worth my time. I turned to the next page, a woman spread wide with another licking her clit. Fuck me, that was hot.

Something inside of me clicked, remembering the couple at the club on Saturday night. I remembered watching the two women pleasure each other and how turned on I had felt. How I wanted it to be me. Was I gay? No, I enjoyed sex with Evan far too much. Maybe I was bi. How would I know? I suppose the fact that the image on the page was turning me on, coupled with the view on Saturday night might indicate that I was. I had enjoyed touching the strippers breasts even if I was incredibly embarrassed.

I turned the page over and saw the woman had put two fingers inside of the other woman as she sucked on her breast. Oh yeah, I think that I want this.

“You're not objectifying women, are you Harmony?”

With a gasp I nearly tossed the magazine into the air, freaked out because I was so engrossed in the picture.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!”

Evan chuckled and walked over, pushing the chair against the wall with me still on it. We leaned on the wall and sat on the chair together, both incredibly naked and aroused. One arm went around me and pulled me closer, the other hand dipped in between my legs.

“Keep reading.” he purred in my ear.

Slowly making his way down my neck with passionate kisses as his hand slid back and forth in between my legs.

“You want a woman to eat your pussy baby?”

“Uh-huh.”

I could feel the heat rise in me, the desperate need that had started to consume me was increasing dramatically now that he was teasing me.

“What about sucking?” he asked his lips molded around my hardened nipple. “Licking?”

I nodded as I watched his tongue drag over it, swirling a circle around it.

“Keep reading.”

As I turned the page he moved away from me, kneeling onto the floor in front of me. He adjusted the magazine so that I couldn't see him, all I could see was a woman licking another woman.

His lips were on me the second he pulled me closer and pushed my legs open. I gasped loudly, the skin was so sensitive that I was ready to let go. Two fingers slid deep into me, massaging the front wall.

The magazine was tossed away in favor of gripping the leather.

Two brilliant green eyes stared up at me, humor etched in his face. I loved how he never shied away from oral pleasure. I'd been with guys who turned their noses up at the thought yet still expected it for themselves. I'd even been with guys who gave a few minutes of it and then gave up of their pitiful performance. They treated it like it was a task, a horrid thing to do. Yet deprive them of their own oral pleasure and it's like the world has come to an end.

They were the kind of guys that were only in it for their own pleasure, to get their own kicks and if the woman came well then that was just sheer luck. But not this man, this man with his face buried in between my legs refused to stop until I had an earth shattering orgasm.

His tongue lashed at the skin, tugging on it with a hard suckle. Then he stopped. The bastard.

With a mighty grin he moved closer, dragging his lips over mine. I pulled him in to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips. His hips moved, gently rubbing his hardened cock against me.

Evan pulled away from me and lifted me off the lounge. He pulled it away from the wall and sat on it, legs either side as he laid onto it. As he lowered onto it the wrong way, he tugged my hand.

I frowned, unable to understand what he wanted.

“Come on, I ain't got all day. Kneel here and suck it baby.”

“But you'll suffocate.”

“Well I will if you sit on me completely.” he rolled his eyes as he softly chided me. “Squat baby, use those thighs, feel the burn.”

I did as he said and knelt on the lounge, straddling him. His fingers teased me, circling the clit as I lowered to him. The warmth of his breath burned against my sensitive skin, my moan was muffled due to the fact that there was a huge cock in my mouth. I couldn't take it any longer, his tongue dragging over me, his fingers pulling me wider so that he could lick me deeper. The orgasm hit me like a hard wave, the drag back was minimal as the next wave hit me again.

I moaned hard, still muffled by him, still feeling the silky soft skin between my lips. With a satisfied sigh Evan moved my hips, reluctantly I let go of him.

“Ride me baby.”

As I lowered onto him and gripped the back of the lounge, I mindlessly wondered if they created these lounges for such activities. It certainly made it more fun.

Evan's hands gripped my hips, pressing against the flesh of my backside as I moved on him. I was going slow, enjoying the feeling of him in me. Thick and full, I could feel my body tingle with pleasure.

“Don't stop.” he groaned.

My hand reached down, feeling over the two of us as I moved and continued on. He groaned as I took him in hand, gently massaging the loose skin. The other hand gripped the back of the lounge hard as the orgasm slowly started to subside. My mind was light and filled with haze, barely registering the rather loud groan from the man behind me.

His hands on my hips stilled me, he was still buried deep in me as the last of his orgasm poured into me. My breathing was heavy as I rested my head against the back of the lounge, my grip still tight.

All that I could think as I sat on him, waiting for our bodies to recover was that I loved him. As crazy as it sounded after only knowing him for less than a week, I knew that I could never walk this earth without him by my side.