It wasn’t so much that we were from different worlds. I’d fucked rich girls before. Not a problem.
But here was the problem. I barely knew her yet, but I could already tell she was good. Gigi was a nice person. She was the type who remembered birthdays and smiled and said thank you. Sweet, sheltered, innocent, this girl turned in her homework on time. She followed the rules.
She didn’t deserve to be anywhere near a man like me, a dark, relentless beast, insatiable and demanding. She needed to stay in her little princess tower, date some country-club boy who’d take her out to dinner and make polite conversation over the meal. Not a brute who’d pull her close, close enough to finger fuck under the tablecloth, reminding her with a whisper in her ear to keep quiet when she came. She deserved some stand-up finance guy type who’d marry her and make sweet, missionary position love to her on special occasions. Not a tattooed hulk with a fucked-up past who’d take her over his knee and spank her until she got so wet she begged and came right as his palm smacked hard over her slick pussy.
That was what did it, picturing Gigi bent over my knee, her sweet, round ass up in the air, her fingers digging into the bed as she cried out, writhing with need. She was submissive. I could scent it, like an animal with its prey. She probably didn’t even know it yet. She might have no idea what she’d really like, how she’d crave serving her master. The darkness I’d bring out in her.
I came hard, my hot seed spilling out on my stomach. Regret followed just as fast. I might have traveled 3,000 miles to get away from the kind of shit I’d been surrounded by all my life, people treating each other like animals, but it didn’t matter. I had that darkness deep within me. Here I’d met some sweet, gorgeous young thing and all I wanted to do was defile her, fuck her hard and raw and teach her how much she liked it. Deep down, I was no better than the drunk fuck who’d tried to pull her into his car last night. I might be worse.
I showered off and decided to head to the auto shop. I’d bought myself a sweet truck, a Chevy Silverado. Only problem was it wouldn’t run. I’d hauled it off the property of the man who’d sold it to me cheap, confident in my ability to fix it up. It would just take some time. Thankfully, one of the guys who worked at a local auto shop also teamed with me on security and we’d worked out a deal. I gave the guys a few hours of my time each week, usually working on bikes, and they let me keep my truck out back and use their space to nurse it back to health. A win-win.
Under that truck, greasy and determined, I told myself I wasn’t hoping for a miracle. It wasn’t as if one twist of a wrench would suddenly spring the whole truck back into action, magically making it available for me to use by tomorrow morning. For the date I’d made with Gigi to teach her how to drive. Because apparently now I wasn’t just operating a shuttle service, I was running driver’s ed as well.
There was no way my truck would be ready. I’d borrow my buddy’s car. It wouldn’t even make sense to teach her in my monster of a truck. That wasn’t how she should learn to drive. But logic didn’t seem to be factoring too much into my decisions these days. I wanted Gigi up in my truck, right next to me, her skirt riding up her creamy thighs, my hand over on her soft skin, making its way up as she shifted and sighed in her seat.
Why the fuck did I say I’d teach her how to drive? This whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen. My phone rang. I slid out from underneath the truck and answered.
“Dominic? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Ma.” I didn’t ask her “who else would it be?” but the question did seem to ask itself.
“I’ve barely seen you in weeks! How are you?” She sounded breathy and all worked up. I’d say she was on something, but as far as I knew she’d kicked everything but booze for years now.
“Fine, yeah. You?”
My mother launched into a rave over how amazing her life was these days. I stood there, hand in my pocket, not really listening. But I was happy for her. I knew more than anyone, she’d had it rough most of her life. She’d had me at 17 and for the first ten years of my life she’d bounced between her two main loves: my dad and her drugs. Sometimes she’d manage to do them both and those were the best times for me, with my mom and my dad and it seemed like the whole MC to look out for me. But then she’d leave, sometimes taking me with her before she ditched me with a relative or a friend for how long I never knew.
I was over it now, but I’d had my angry years. From around 13 to 15, I’d idolized my dad and demonized my mom. Then I’d learned more about what my dad did and the kind of man he really was and I’d gained empathy. My mom had been trying to do her version of the right thing, taking me away from that life when she could manage it.
Well, now she had me, living 15 minutes down the road from her, no motorcycle club competing for my attention. But we still hadn’t seen each other in weeks.
“Fingers crossed!” I heard her saying, but I couldn’t say about what. I guessed she must mean the guy she was seeing. I didn’t want to get into that conversation. She’d had more highs and lows over men than I could possibly count.
“Anyway, your car’s ready.” I’d worked her out a deal at the shop and the work had been done days ago, but she still hadn’t picked it up. She must be hitching rides with her sugar daddy.
“Oh, you’re fabulous.” She went on, affecting some new way of talking, like she was a rich lady. Maybe that was for the new guy, too.
“I’ll drive it over for you.”
“Thanks! Got to go.”
The clock on my phone said it was time for me to get going, too. I’d drop off my mom’s car. My buddy could pick me up there to head to the gym. Then I’d change and head to the country club. There was a party there tonight and I might see Gigi.
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Most of the party passed without Gigi seeing me. But I saw her straight off. I stayed in the shadows, observing, doing my job. I could tell she was searching around, ignoring the swarms of country-club boys all around her as she sought me out. Seeing her look so eager, then disappointed, did all sorts of fucked up things to me, making my chest puff and both my heads swell right up. She made me feel like the Man. That was a dangerous drug, maybe the most potent, addictive and lethal of them all.
She was wearing something silver and shimmering, looking like she’d dropped down right out of the heavens and might flit back up at any moment. Unless I found the chance to drag her down into a dark cave with me. Even though I wouldn’t. Not tonight, not any night.
But I could stop some other prick from dragging her off instead of me. That shithead from Friday night was there at the party, too, watching Gigi nearly as intently as me. And that was saying something.
I’d been around a whole lot of crazy in my life, especially the violent type, so I knew it when I saw it even when it was dressed up in a suit. That Brock kid was off his fucking rocker. He was also rich and, therefore, surrounded by all sorts of protections and padding, but that gleam in his eye? He was a time bomb waiting to explode. I just had to make sure he didn’t do it anywhere near Gigi.
Standing out on the balcony, I stayed in the corner, along the wall where I could take everything in. Some drunk woman made her way over and started draping herself on me, telling me she was thirsty but nothing at the party was satisfying her. She was all done up and had the best body money could buy, but it was the last thing I wanted. Of course that was when Gigi walked out and finally saw me.
She turned away, looking embarrassed and hurt. She wore it all on her face like an open book. She’d been looking for me all night and now I could tell that she felt embarrassed, as if she realized she was just one woman among many chasing me down. And she was hurt because it looked like I took any woman who came my way.
Quiet but firm, I put some distance and then some more between me and the woman offering herself. Then I made my way over to the opposite corner on the balcony, silently willing Gigi to come to me again. I could see her struggle, looking out over the la
wn, biting her lip, but then she did. It was all I could do not to reach out and wrap my hand around her waist, lean down and taste those lips again. She looked so nervous, so unsure. I’d done that to her, damn it. I didn’t even know how, but I always ended up hurting people.
“Hey.” I spoke first, searching her out with my eyes even though I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted. For many reasons.
“Hi,” she answered, shy. “I swear I’m not stalking you. I was just trying to get some air and get away from—” She stopped herself, but I knew who she was talking about.
“Be careful around that guy.” I leaned toward her, wanting to cross all sorts of boundaries. “He’s trouble.”
She shrugged, then looked up and met my gaze with her wide blue eyes. I’d never been a guy big on romance, ready to start reciting poetry, but right then I wished I had more than a G.E.D. Maybe if I’d stuck with school and paid attention I could have learned some poetry, some sonnet I could recite and let her know she was a goddamned epic beauty.
“Brock’s harmless,” she insisted, bringing me back to reality. “I’ve known him forever. He’s an asshole. And he’s got a thing for virgins. But it’s not like he’s going to do anything about it.”
My mouth went dry. Did she just say she was a virgin? I must have been showing some of my reaction because she blushed and murmured, “I don’t know why I just said that.”
“You’re a virgin?” I felt all dumb and wooden, like I couldn’t process what she was saying.
“I wasn’t exactly planning on advertising that, but…” She shrugged again and looked up at me, slightly sheepish. Blood surged through me, my fists balled at my sides so I didn’t wrap my hands around her and pull her to me, claiming her as mine, all mine. But the caveman within me roared to make it so. No one had had her. I had to have her.
“Don’t worry about Brock, though.” She broke our gaze, looking out again into the night.
“How does he know?” I hissed, really wanting to hurt him now more than ever. Had he been with her? Touched her, kissed her, nearly taken her but she’d stopped him late one night? The thought made me see white with rage.