My heart flutters as he's carried into the infirmary by two bulky guards who, compared to him, look miniscule. He glances up from the floor and winks at me, causing heat between my legs instantaneously. Because I know what the Sex God is capable of.
They drop him in the bed none too gently and stomp out. They're probably tired of carrying his ass around every other damn day in here because he likes to fight. Or he just likes coming in here.
The thought makes me smile.
I walk over to him, swaying my hips as I do. Sexy is definitely something I knew I was good at pulling off. His eyes drop to my deep curves and darken in lust. "Being a bad boy again, I see." I grin coyly. He smirks.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Club business. Now, get this blood off my face and stop wasting fucking time." His voice is rough. I bite my lower lip, hiding another smile.
I like when he orders me around. I think he likes it too (You know, aside from the obvious turn on it is for him), because its the only time he's not being ordered around.
He gets up off the cot, wincing only slightly at the cut in his side. He grabs my pony tail and yanks me to his hard, well toned chest and crushes my lips in a brutal kiss.
I whimper into his mouth and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. He cups my ass through my black dress pants. "Now." I plead.
Grinding against me, he leads me to my desk and sets me on it. I lay back, kicking shit out of the way as he reaches inside his orange jumpsuit and grabs himself in his enormous, yet not big enough hand.
I slide out my pants and lift my legs so that my heels rest on his broad shoulders. He grins like an animal, all teeth, shakes his head and flips me over. I prop myself on my forearms and spread my legs for him.
He grabs my hair again and pushes my face against my desk and he rams into me from behind and plays with my front with his free hand. He's not wasting any time.
I moan out for him, my hot breath causing condensation on my polished wooden desk. He grunts behind me and speeds up right before he crashes and collapses on top me. He never lasts long if we go awhile without seeing each other. Any other time he keeps me on the brink forever before finally letting us both come.
I take comfort and his heavy body weight as I still try to catch my breath. He nibbles on my neck and ear. I laugh and wiggle away from him.
"You ready for round two, babe?" He grins at me. I sit back on my desk and spread my legs, feeling bold. "Come and get me."
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I wait anxiously outside the 3 sets of iron gates for him. He finally gets out today. I have been waiting 3 years for this. Since the day he was dragged in by 4 different guards, close to shaking off every single one of them. To be with him without sneaking around. To be in public together. I can't wait to tell him the news.
The door crashes open and he comes bustling out, grin a mile wide as he slides his arms through his leather cut. A few guys greet him as he steps through the last mile long gate. He hugs a few and shakes hands with others.
And then he grabs some beautiful woman with long black hair by her ass and clashes their mouths together. Tongue and teeth colliding. She wraps her arms around him and lifts herself into him. He swings her around, laughing. Something I have only managed to do the few times we actually talked. As her back faces me, I see she's wearing a Property of Shank cut.
Tears well up in my eyes. He glances over her shoulder at me as he holds her. A few of the others glance over at me and grin. I offer a small smile, afraid to blink. He looks away, not giving me any sort of acknowledgment. My heart falls further.
He's a liar. A fucking liar. And I fell for it all. I'm a fool. Of course he had someone on the outside. Most of these guys do.
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7 years later
I pull into the Rocky driveway that leads to my childhood home that holds my most cherished memories. Well, before my parents divorced. After that, shit just kind of spiraled.
Shane jumps from our blue chevy impala car and races up to the front door. "Shane!" I call after him.
"Mommy, hurry up." He calls back excited. I shuffle to the door while balancing a few bag to let him in. He runs through the rest of the spacious house, only giving each room a quick glance before bouncing to the next. With a sigh, I snatch the bank's notice from the front door. Great. They're taking the fucking house. So even if I did want it, I couldn't have it. Awesome.
"Mommy. Can we stay here?" Shane runs back up to me.
"Only a few days, honey." I mutter absentmindedly as I peer around the familiar home, feeling a sense of nostalgia. Hope to God not a minute longer than necessary.
"Hey! Go get your rabbit out of the heat and water him before grandma gets here, okay." I lift the bags in my arms on top of the counter. Shane runs past me out to the car to do as he's told. I'm blessed to have an obedient kid. Well, aside from the occasional trouble at school. But he's 6 and a boy. There's bound to be a little trouble.
"So full of energy." I spin around to find my mom walking behind Shane carrying his huge rabbit in his arms. That things doesn't let me hold him like that.
"Hi, mom." I force a smile and hug her. Its not that I hate my mom. She just bugs me about Shane's father too much. Who is He? What's he do? Where's he from? How'd y'all meet? Well maybe if Shane had a father... Bullshit bullshit.
"Thank you for taking him. There is so much I have to do." I thank her. She waves me off. She loves Shane to pieces and seizes any chance to spend time with him since we live so far away.
Honestly, I just want to keep shane as far away from me as possible while I'm in public. I don't plan on running into Shank, but this town is small. And if I do, I do not want Shane there. My odds of getting away were better that way.
"You ready, Shane?" Moms calls into the room he ran in with his rabbit, Mr Jingles. Yes, like The Green Mile.
Shane runs out the room and to the front door. "Hey, I don't think so, change your shoes." I notice he has on his newish dance shoes. He stops abruptly and kicks them off by the door before running out barefoot. Ugh. Boys.
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I take multiple calming breaths while trying to convince myself that, even though this town is big enough to walk from one edge to the other in five minutes, the chances of me running into Shank are, well, non existent. Fat chance.
I pull out of the funeral home and into the local grocery store only a minute down the road. Between the attorneys office, bank, and funeral home, I deserve a bottle of wine.
I saunter through the isles after snatching 2 bottles of my favorite wine, hungry but unsure for what. Contemplating over the endless array of chips I settle for Doritos and cheese dip.
At the register, I pay for my shit and just as I grab my bags, I see a few members of the club walk in. I recognize the blonde one from the day Shank got out. His cut reads President and he holds hands with a little boy around Shane's age in one hand and holds the girl beside him's hand with the other. She has on a cut too- so that's probably his old lady. She's pretty. Small but packed with muscle. She holds hand with a little girl also about my son's age. Behind them are two more. One looks familiar, but I can't tell from where. He's fucking hot, though. But nothing to Shank. I exhale and quickly make my exit.
I hope all this shit with my dad's death is quick and I don't ever encounter Shank.
Shit. Spoke to soon.
On a black Harley smoking a cigarette sets the devil himself. I lower my head and scurry to my car. Please please please don't let him see me. Cuz a woman practically running isn't attention grabbing.
"Missy?" His rough voice calls. I start to full on run and slam my car door shut before wasting no time to Peel the fuck out the parking lot. In my rearview I see him standing in my dust.
Shit. That was close.
I call my mom as I pull my car into the driveway and tell her to bring Shane home. My mom's place is the first place Shank will go looking for me. I had told him all about my mom's while I was a nurse. At that time, I was living with her until I found a place. But I had been stalling, secretly hoping I'd go somewhere with Shank when he got out. I never thought I was crazy for thinking how I did. Plenty of women had boyfriends or husbands in prison. And they waited.
Well maybe he won't come looking. That would mean he gives a damn.
In 30 minutes, mom has Shane home. "What's wrong?" She asks as she hangs her sweater up. Not that you need a sweater in Florida. She just likes to look important.
I shake my head. "Nothing. I just changed my mind." I lie. She narrows her eyes at me, but doesn't say anything else.
"Well, do you need me to stay?" She offers me.
I shake my head. "I'm good. Just gonna put him in front of the tv and hope the cables still on while I pack some boxes." Probably throw some shit out. He was kind of a hoarder. A yard sale would get attention.
Mom nods before waving bye to Shane and leaving. I feel bad for lying, but I don't want to see the look of disappointment when she finds out I slept with a biker. In prison.
I cook some spaghetti and hand Shane a plate along with the remote while I go start to at least clean out a room for Shane to sleep in.
I'm halfway through my old room when the doorbell rings. "I'll get it!" Shane hollers and I hear his little feet pad quickly to the door.
"No!" My heart drops as I knock a box over in the process of getting to my feet and running for the door too. Last thing I need is for that to be Shank on the other side coming face to face with his little mini me.
Shane rips the door open to reveal my old friend Lacie standing on the other side in daisey dukes and a red tank top. No shoes. She has never worn shoes.
She squeals and runs past my son into my arms. I squeeze her while directing Shane to close the door. "I can't believe you're in town and didn't tell me. It's been so long. And you must be Shane. Omfg you're adorable." She gushes pinching my son's cheeks.
"Leave him be. Shane, go back to watching tv." I point to the livingroom where the "Ninja Turtles" plays. He runs and leaps onto the couch.
"Ballsy of you to have him in this small ass town with his father only 5 miles away." She grins. Only Lace knows about Shank.
"I know, but I couldn't exactly leave him at home. He's 6. And speaking of Shank, he saw me at the store, so now I have to be extra fucking careful. I'm hoping all of this shit with dad hurries up." I ramble. She shakes her head, going straight into the kitchen for my wine.
"Did he say anything?" She asks, struggling to open the bottle.
"No. I sped off." I slouch into a stool. She pops open the wine and pours two glasses. I sip mine a little before setting it back down and burrying my face in my arms.
"It will be fine. Highly doubt he'll come looking. Right?" I try to convince myself. She shrugs. Lots of help.
"I've met him a few times while I was hooking up with Panik and he's pretty cool. Well, aside from being a bit morbid. His fiance fucked him over while he was inside. With like one of his good friends or something. Since then he's just ... negative." Lace shrugs then flips her black hair over her bare tan shoulder. Damn. Well, he wasn't exactly faithful either. Lace voices just as much. I laugh.
It was no secret Lace was sleeping with one of his brothers. It didn't bother me. She just didn't tell Shank about Shane and I didn't wanna hear about him. Simple. Until now.
"But I'm not a best friend. Just a naive infimary nurse." I mutter bitterly. I wonder if he ever talks about me. I open my mouth to ask Lace, but shake my head. Of course not.
"Speak of the sex God himself." Lace picks up her phone. "Hello?" She says in a seductive voice. "I can't. I'm with a friend and she's not staying in town long. You'll be fine." She laughs then hangs up. "He is so freaking hot. You should see him. God. Almost every guy in that damn club is hot. Its almost like it's one of the requirements. Even the president. But he's taken. By Panik's sister, no less. And she's amazing too. Margo has done a lot for that club. She used to be a cop but quit for a while, because the cops were going after Lynol and the club and...." I drone her out. Do not wanna hear the love story of a biker. Is it bad that I'm glad Shank isn't with that beautiful woman anymore. Probably.
Lace snaps her fingers in front of my face. "Sorry." I apologize.
"How much longer are you in town for?" She asks.
I shrug. "The shorter the better. I do not ever want to see Shane Travis again."
Famous Last Words.