Vicky
I wake to find myself ass up on the couch, with ice cream all over my face and an empty bottle of jack in front of me. All class Abrahams, Mom would be proud. Massaging my temples, I look over to see Blake asleep next to me. Lucky our sofa is big enough to sit ten people. Smiling, I make my way into the kitchen, until I hear the doorbell ring. “Fuck.” Making my way to the annoying sound, I pull open the door to find Kalie on the other side looking just as bad me, maybe not as bad. “You look like shit,” I say to her.
“Likewise,” she comes in, pushing me out of the way and walking into the kitchen. I sit down on the stool while she pours us a coffee. “Blake’s asleep, try not to be loud.”
She pauses and smiles at me. I hear a deep scruffy voice come in through the door, “No he’s not, he just got woken up.” He walks into the kitchen, laying a kiss on my head. “Just going to jump in the shower.” I nod my head at him while Kalie and I watch him make his way upstairs. “Oh damn,” Kalie purrs while licking her lips, making me burst out laughing. “Miss Virgin got her cherry popped; now all of a sudden she wants more?”
She laughs while taking a drink of her coffee, “Something like that.”
“Have you seen Ade?” I ask, getting some cereal out of the cupboard.
She shakes her head, “Nope, it was just a onetime thing; I couldn’t have picked a better person to lose it to though.”
I scoff around a spoon of granola, “I could. He is a biker, Kalie. You are so not cut out for their shit.”
“That, you are right about.” We clink glasses and finish our coffees. After rinsing them off, she comes over to me, giving me a big bear hug. “Give my love to Alaina, would you.”
I squeeze her back, “I will, make sure you visit soon, I’m going to miss you.”
She wipes the tears off her cheek, “I’ll miss you too Vick.”
Once she has left, I look up to the stairs and see Blake looking down at me. “Who’s Alaina?”
“Alaina is my BFF, and my roomie. You may or may not get to meet her.”
He begins to walk up to me, kissing me hard on the lips before picking me up. “I have a few ideas of what we could do before you leave,” he says, smiling against my lips.
“Oh yeah? Please, do continue.” I reply as he carries me to my room, kicking my door shut behind him.
Blake
I put her down and pull her face up to mine, “God, you’re beautiful.” She tilts her head slightly, a light blush sweeping across her face. “Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.”
I smile at her, dragging my thumb across her lips while searching her eyes for some clue, any clue that will tell me that doing this with her is a bad idea; but looking into her pleading eyes, all I feel is want. I want this with her, more than anything; but I don’t know how to do all this, and I know I will fuck up. It is best for us to keep it casual, at least for now. I lightly brush my lips over hers, I can feel her breath hitch in her mouth and I smile. I grasp her hands in mine and pull them up behind my neck; I don’t usually like this gesture, it fucking annoys me when chicks think they can touch you affectionately, the only thing they should be touching affectionately on me is my cock. Not Vicky though. Vicky is different, in so many different ways that she blows my fucking mind; and I know, I just know that if I let her in, her love would consume me, own me, body and soul. I kiss her deeply, wanting to put all my fears into that one kiss. I don’t want to not see her; she has been more than a fling, and right now, I don’t want to fight it. She moans into my mouth. I slowly peel her clothes off her, while taking off my cut and my t-shirt. She stops and looks up to me, I can see she wants to say something, so I smash my lips down on hers before something gets said and this gets ruined. I pick her up, wrapping her legs around me, and lay her down onto the bed. I pull my jeans off and come over on top of her, searching her eyes. She hooks her hands around my neck and brushes her nose against mine. “This isn’t goodbye? I’m going to see you when you get back? Tell me I’m going to see you when you get back,” she asks, nervously looking into my eyes. I smile at her. “You will see me when I get back baby, I promise.” I kiss her all over her neck, bringing my hand down to her thigh and propping it up onto my hip, sinking into her in one hard thrust. Pushing into her at a slow pace, savouring every moment of how good she feels wrapped around me; I thrust harder and deeper, circling her g-spot every time. Sweat is dripping off me and her as the slaps from both our bodies joining fills the air, I bring my face down to her ear. “Cum baby, I want your pussy pulsing around my cock.” And with that, she releases around me, sucking me into her with every pulse. After filling her with my release, I roll off her and pull her under my arm, laying kisses on her head. “I think… I’m going to miss you,” she smiles from under me. I grunt and clear my throat.
“Ditto, baby.”
Feelings will get you killed
Closing Vicky’s door after seeing her off has me feeling fucked up— again, the lines that I set there are almost non-existent. I get on my bike and head back to the hotel, eager to find this little fuck head Treasure. Walking into my room, I pull my phone out to call Zane. “Any update on Treasure?” I ask; I need words with this peasant so I can get the fuck back to WB. “Yeah brother, got an address.” After giving me his address, I hang up the phone and ride out to see him, with Zane and Ade behind me.
We pull up to a house; a basic house, but seeing his bike outside, we must be at the right place. Once we reach the front door, I knock a few times before kicking the door down, walking straight into the house with no weapon drawn. I could not give a fuck about a weapon; my fists can do just as much damage.
We find Treasure in the shower; I pull open the curtain, revealing him midway jacking off, making us all laugh aloud. “What the fuck are you doing?” he yells, trying to grab hold of the curtain to cover him, like the little bitch that he is. I pull the curtain away so he just misses it, making Zane and Ade laugh even harder. I squeeze my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him out of the shower and throwing him to the floor. “What the fuck do you want with my sister?” I ask, with not a hint of humour in my voice. He laughs, wiping the water out of his eyes. “She’s a little slut, I never wanted her. She was the one all over my dick.”
I kneel down so I am at his level, and chuckle. “Do you really think that I won’t kill you? I can kill you without thinking twice, son.” I say, smirking at him. I see his face drop, as he realises the size of his cockiness, which is a lot bigger than his actual cock. “You wouldn’t, for what? What would the purpose of killing me be?”
I shrug before pulling my knife out of its socket and stabbing him right in the dick. He screams out a blood-curdling scream that fucking irritates my ears, so I pull the knife out of his groin and slam it right between his eyes. Once I know he is out cold, I pull it out and spit on his face. Fucking peasant. My sister means the world to me, so make no mistake when I say that if anyone so much as breathes on her in a threatening way, I will fucking end them.
Standing back up, I reach over to the bathroom sink and wash away the evidence of yet another life that I have taken with this knife. I spare a glance in the mirror, seeing Zane looking at me. “You good, brother?” he asks with eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, much better now.”
“Alright then, let’s get this cleaned up.”
It takes us a few hours to clean up the mess, but in the end, it will look like a drug do-over. Lucky for us, Treasure was also dealing crack from his house. Fuck, my sister sure knows how to pick them. I need to have words with this girl next time I see her.
Getting back to my hotel room, I slump down on my bed with my hands holding my face. Usually after the rough days, I get laid, and fuck, I want to; however, there is no one I want under me other than Victoria fucking Abrahams. Well I’ll be damned.
Sighing aloud and scrubbing my face in frustration, I pick up my phone and a text comes through as I am holding it. That fucking text makes me one happy man; and in
this very moment, I know that tonight I am dragging all the boys back home just so I can see that earth-shattering fucking smile.
Vicky
The drive home is longer than the drive there. I cannot wait to see Alaina but at the same time, I miss Blake.
Walking into our apartment, I drop all my bags into my room and start unpacking. Blake is constantly on my mind, I wish I could erase feelings; feelings will get you killed. I pull out my phone and text Blake:
Me: Come see me when you are back?
Blake: I’ll be back this weekend babe, will stop in on the way home.
Me: Okay
Blake: What are you wearing?
Me: I can wear whatever you want me to wear
Blake: In that case, be wearing nothing.
Me: Your wish is my command.
I fluff my hair up and put my phone on auto-timer. I sit it on my drawers, kneel on my bed with my hands on my boobs and a smile on my face, pulling my lip in between my teeth, and then shoot the photo; sending him evidence of what he wanted from me. After 5 minutes of no reply, I start to get nervous. Picking up my phone, I examine what I took. I’m criticising myself, trying to find something that is wrong with it, but there was nothing that I could see. My phone finally dings from a text, seeing his name splashed on my screen makes my stomach feel like it is doing backflips:
Blake: Jesus fucking Christ, woman. I’ll be back tonight.
I clap my hands in glee; even though I only saw him hours earlier, I need to see him again. I know I am beginning to feel many different feelings for him, but at this point, I am good with that. After I have unpacked all my crap, I send a text to Alaina, forgetting that I have not seen her in three weeks and we usually always have plans for the weekend.
Me: I cannot believe we have planned nothing to do this weekend… I’m getting an itchy liver, it needs alcohol.
Alaina: It is Monday, we can plan tonight over tacos but I am worried about that itchy liver… The future doctor in me says that’s a symptom for Primary Biliary Cirrhosis, but the best-friend in me screams too much alcohol.
Me: Do not cuss at me, never too much alcohol… You can diagnose me over tequila shots this weekend at The Point. We can start our weekend shenanigans there.
Alaina: Sounds like a plan.
I love Alaina like a sister; we have been best friends since we were eight, and have been inseparable since. Picking up my handbag, I make my way down our dorms and out to the car park, ready to get some stuff for dinner tonight. Getting into my car my phone dings again, I get all excited thinking its Blake, but only to look down and see Jesse’s name. Fuck.
Jesse: Hey Vick, are you back?
At this point, I don’t want to reply. Jesse and I were close; he was the missing piece to Alaina and me, and although she always told me not to sleep with friends, I didn’t listen… I wish I did, because now it’s all sorts of complicated. He doesn’t make it easier on me, either.
Me: Hey, yeah I am.
Jesse: Can we talk?
I laugh; there is definitely nothing I have left to say to him. He took our “relationship” too far and he knows it.
Me: Theres nothing left to say Jesse, could we just leave it now.
I put my phone back into my bag before I see another one from him, then I’ll have to open it and lose my shit on him. I set off to the store.
West beach is, I guess a small town. All beaches and sun, and I love it. My parents were raised here. So was I; but when my dad decided to leave my mother for a girl I went to school with, my mom moved to Paris to live the extravagant— as she would put it “widow” life. I love my mom; she is my rock and even though she is not around much, I know she will always be there for me. My dad is too, but I still have not decided whether I trust him again. Once you have seen your mom betrayed by the one man that was not supposed to let her down, your opinion of him changes. Well, mine did.
I am pulling all my grocery bags out of the boot ready to take inside, when Jesse runs up behind me. Fuck. My. Mother fucking life.
“Vicky, can we talk?” he asks, coming up into my personal bubble. I really wish he would just leave it alone. “What do you want to say, Jesse?” He takes one of the bags off me.
“I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Can we just be friends?” I shut the boot and turn to him.
“Friends? And you will be okay with that?” He looks around unsure, so I roll my eyes and make my way inside. I already know he is not all right with it.
“Just give me some time Vick, please. Fuck,” I keep walking as he runs up behind me. I love Jesse like a friend, but I really wish we never went there. Now the mere thought of having sex with him makes me sick to my stomach.
I am still scowling when we burst through the door, and I’m double stepping in hopes that I might leave him behind. “Hey guys, couldn't wait for you sorry, I needed a wine,” Alaina says as I put all the shopping bags on to the bench.
“I'm going to need more than wine to get me through this shit,” I mumble under my breath. “Have a good day?” Alaina asks, looking at me with her eyes wide and happy looking. I know she is just trying to put me in a good mood. “Just perfect,” I reply sarcastically.
Jesse has set me off in a bad mood; I just want Blake, he is all I want right now and being around Jesse makes me miss him even more.
I start on making tacos. I love cooking, pour me a good glass of wine with great music, and you will not see me for hours. Who am I kidding; it doesn’t even have to be a good glass of wine, but it definitely has to be good music. I give Jesse the lettuce and tell him to chop it up. He looks at me with his puppy eyes and for a second, I’m reminded as to why I was attracted to him in the first place; he is the all-American boy, harmless looking with ocean blue eyes. He is safe, and what I should be attracted to. Unfortunately, my body is a fussy bitch that prefers bad boys with tattoos, that ride Harleys and have secret clubs where you can have hot group orgies.
“I’m sorry Vick, give me some time?” He asks, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I soften towards him. “Okay, I’ll try,” I smile briefly at him. I want to try, if not for us, then for Alaina, because she loves the shit out of this kid.
Once I have made up our plates we go and join Alaina on the couch, sinking our teeth into the fatty goods; my next favourite thing to do— under having sex with Blake. I take a large drink of my wine. “So, I met someone during the holidays,” I decide to spit out in the spur of the moment, because I fucking miss him. I am also hoping it will help move Jesse along too. “What?” Alaina asks, taking a huge drink of her drink.
“I don’t know, I guess it's not serious; that's why I hadn't told you earlier,” I smile at her. God, there is so much I want to tell this girl.
“Well, spill woman; I’m not going to wait forever!”
“Not much to spill really. His name is Blake, he’s sexy, funny and all things nice; but he also comes with a crazy ex-girlfriend, fucked up past and commitment issues. He’s made it clear we can’t be anything more, I'll just have to live with it,” leaving out the fact that he owns a swingers bar, and that I had two different threesomes with him while I was away.
“What the fuck?” Jesse spits, with anger written all over his face.
“Jesse calm down, what we had wasn’t serious and you knew that,” I say, rolling my eyes at his outburst.
“Well alright, aside from this little blast that I heard now, which by the way, I expect to hear about,” Alaina points at us both. “When can I meet him?” I look over to her, taking another drink of my beverage. “This weekend— I think. He is part of the ‘Sinful Souls’ motorcycle club, they’ll be back this weekend.” Jesse scoffs.
“Oh, real classy Vicky.” I turn my attention to him, ready to rip into him.
“Shut up, Jesse. You don’t know shit.”
He laughs while taking another drink, “I don’t know shit? You don’t know shit Vicky, you’re fucking blind! You can’t see a good thing when it’s sitting right i
n front of your face.” Throwing my head back, I laugh, “What, you’re the ‘good thing’? No, Jesse. Never.”
He shakes his head angrily. “I can’t wait to meet him,” Alaina confirms, bringing my attention back to her.
“I’m going to go, thanks for the invite Lain.” Jesse replies, making his way out the door. Fucking dramatic. “Oh Jesse, don't be like that—” Alaina says a little too late, because he slams the door on his way out. She looks over to me, with one of her perfectly arched eyebrows raised. “You couldn't tell him before? Instead of spilling it out in the open?”
I pick up my plate and make my way to the sink. I am so over this day, and so ready to see my sexy biker man even though he is not actually mine; a girl can dream.
“No, he needs to get it Lain. I told him, just casual, but like a ‘grade A clinger’, he got too attached.” She picks up her plate and comes to help me with the dishes.
“In his defence though, I've heard you between these walls and I don't blame him.”
I laugh and whip her on the ass with the tea towel. “Shut up!” I pause for a second.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it out this weekend, I’ll see how I go.”
“Because your mysterious man is coming?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Precisely. He’s just, oh man. And the men in his club? Oh my god. I wanted them all.”
She laughs, knowing what I am like. “How was Kalie?”
“She was good, but that’s a long story, and I’m tired,” I wink at her, putting down the dishcloth. A few minutes later, we make our way to bed.
Impulse actions
After my shower, I fire up my laptop and begin to get started on some early preparations for tomorrow. Who would pick political science? Oh wait, I did.