Page 5 of The Final Beat

Ronnie would usually be up for company, but I wasn’t sure I could cope. Ronnie who impregnated his girlfriend while shewas on the pill was annoying, but Ronnie who impregnated his girlfriend withtwinswhile she was on the pill would be horrendous. Beau and Simmy were taking Ethan and a couple of his friends to Alton Towers, so they weren’t an option. As for Elliot and Belle, if they had any sense they’d be sleeping whenever they could.

“Christ,” I muttered, dropping my head back. “I’m a fucking tragedy.”

My friends, the ones who I wanted to spend time with, were all tied up with the centres of their universe. As for me, I was lying alone in my bed bemoaning the fact that I couldn’t even get morning wood. I looked at my phone on the bedside table and picked it up. It was almost eleven, so maybe it wasn’t my fault. Maybe morning wood had a time limit, otherwise it would be called mid-morning wood.

Running through my contacts, I realised that there was no one else I could call. Or even wanted to call. Ali would have been next on my list, but she and Ingrid were up some fucking mountain in Peru for a couple more days. If that was retirement then you could stuff it.

When I scrolled to the end I sighed. It wasn’t that long a list. I’d shredded it once I’d got clean. Dealers went by the wayside, as well as fellow addicts and party people. I couldn’t afford to have them in my life, not if I wanted to live to have a chance of drawing my old, aged pension.

Going back through them, my finger stopped on one contact, but I quickly went past it. I didn’t have the energy for her.My mother.

There was no other choice but to spend the day alone. Lifting the duvet again, I took another look at my dick. Wrapping my hand around it, I gave a couple of tugs and hoped that it might inject some interest. It was useless because I was fully aware of what would wake up the python—thoughts of Destiny. Thatpissed me off no end. I didn’t want to have to think of her. Yet, it was standard practice for any male; bored, then have a wank.

Closing my eyes, the images of Destiny’s heavy tits were instant. Her rosy, pink nipples and narrow hips and short but shapely legs. Her emerald-green eyes were beautiful, but people rarely got to see them because she often wore sunglasses. There was a sadness that she wanted to hide, one that I didn’t know the full extent of. I knew about the controlling boyfriend, the one who hit her, but I was aware that my knowledge of what she went through barely touched the sides. Amber knew, Destiny had told her, and I’d had to pretend I didn’t know it was domestic abuse. I’d had to pretend a lot of things over the years where Destiny was concerned. Everyone knew we’d had a fling years ago. They didn’t know she was my support, though. That we still talked from time to time.

That we still fucked from time to time.

As an image of Destiny riding me with one hand on my chest and one on my thigh, flashed through my mind, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to wake my dick up by myself. Grabbing my phone, I went to her contact number and pressed it.

It only took two rings. “Joey, I thought I made myself clear. You can’t keep asking me to talk you down.”

“I’m not.” Knowing what I was going to tell her made the python twitch a little.

“What then?” There was a hint in her tone that she knew exactly what.

“I’m coming over. No talking. Just fucking.”

There was a pause before she finally said, “As long as you don’t speak, and you better give me a damn good orgasm. I was catching up on Strictly.”

That made me smile. The tiny woman who swore like a trooper, smoked like a docker, and ruled with an iron fist was mad about sequins, lace, and waltzes.

“I’ll be there in an hour. And I swear I’ll make it worthwhile.”

Destiny was bent over, and I was pumping in and out of her from behind. One hand was in her messy blonde hair and the other gripping her hip as her fingers gripped the brass bedstead. Her knuckles were white, and she was making the most primal of noises as I drilled in and out of her wet pussy.

The moment she’d opened the door, wearing nothing but a Warrior Creek t-shirt, the garden snake became as hard as steel python again. Call me an egotistical twat but she knew wearing our shirt would turn me on. Especially as it finished just below her arse cheeks.Especiallyas I knew she wouldn’t be wearing anything underneath.

“Harder,” she yelled. “Fuck me harder.”

I reached for one of her legs and held it to one side, allowing me to go deeper. Being a man of rhythm, a drummer, I could follow any beat. I could create the beat and that’s exactly how I fucked. With the tempo and intensity of the hardest drum solo. I loved that she liked it that way. That she drew every single ounce of energy and power from me. Destiny could do that like no other woman ever had for me and, sometimes, I found it hard to come to terms with. This tiny woman who I despised most of the time had the ability to send me into a tornado of euphoria while still wanting to give and get more.

Pulling on her hair, green eyes met mine, full of excitement and need. “This good enough for you?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Hard enough for you?” My questions were asked on the beat. Each thrust an exclamation mark.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”

When we were together like this. When I was inside her and rutting her like some damn animal, that was when it was real. No arguments. No backbiting. No worries. Nothing. Just two people enjoying each other. Two people who loved sex. I can’t say she didn’t do things to my heart, because for the entire time I was inside her, my chest swelled, and the thrumming of my blood got louder. In those moments I was devoted to her.

She wasn’t just my crutch. She gave me a freedom that nothing or no one else did. The shackles of my past disappeared and all I existed in was the moment. She gave me that but as much as I loved it, I hated it, too. I hated seeing her clear and porcelain pale against my olive, inked skin. I hated that they looked so good together.

Her eyes were hooded as she looked at me, and I knew she was close. I’d seen that expression of bliss many times before. Grabbing her chin, I kissed her hard, tasting mint with a hint of cigarette and I felt the pull in my balls.

Destiny, more flexible than any other woman I’d ever shagged, lifted her leg to rest on the bedstead. She was tiny so was on her tiptoes, and when I increased the pace and the power it almost lifted her from the floor. My hand that had been holding her leg, moved to her clit. It was slippery and swollen, and I could practically feel its throb as I scissored my fingers against it.

Within seconds, Destiny was yelling out a string of curses as I brought her to orgasm. As she pushed back with each wave of pleasure, I continued to shove into her, racing to finish with her.

“Fuck!” The eruption of my orgasm was like an explosion in my core. Every single part of me was on fire, electrified, and alive. I went in to the root and let her milk me dry.

“That,” I whispered against her ear, “is one of the best orgasms you’ll ever have. So, don’t ever doubt me again.”

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