Page 53 of Bleed Me

“Oh, I’m givin’. Don’t you worry. From this moment on, every time you hear my road name, this is what you are to think of.”

Her head flew back, mouth open, shouting, “Oh, God,” as I dove in, without caring if I had a parachute to catch my fall because I was gonna land in heaven. And I did. My tongue slid so deep in her pussy I think I was trying to become a permanent part of her body. “W-What are you—” I pulled back while mercilessly sucking on the ringed nub that was begging for attention. Her arms fell open, and the gun hit the ground.

Back in I went, impaling her with my tongue, silently promising to ruin her. And that’s exactly what I did. Every time I dove back in, she convulsed, her upper body curling forward. Every time I retracted my drenched tongue, I would urgently suck on that piercing, making her flail backward against the rock. As I relentlessly repeated this attack, she looked like I was performing an exorcism.

I was.

I took her so high; she’d never be able to see another man, nor want one. I was summoning every past memory and replacing it with one of me.

Justice didn’t last long. Her orgasm slid right down my throat, only spurring the beast in me. I demanded, “More.” Back in I went, challenging her to drip more.

She thrashed, gasping for air as I wrung her dry.

When I was done, I stood, damn proud of her spent, quivering body. “Justice, tell me you understand only I touch that pussy.” She just laid there on that boulder, sprawled and delirious. Her parted mouth didn’t speak, but her weak neck attempted to nod. I took her fevered condition as a proper response. “Good girl.”

With no sexual contact up to that point between Justice and I, we had an actual solid foundation to build on. We had several roles with each other that seemed to only add to the attraction between our hearts and bodies. I had been at the bottom of the totem pole, but she led me from loneliness and into a world of trust. Through the months of being only friends, she had helped me become a brother the club would someday be able to count on. I think that is why, even though I felt I was bankrupt goods, she saw potential. She saw the man deep inside my spirit. She saw a fighter. She saw… me.

Most importantly? She let me be me. Like how I had just taken possession of her body. She viewed my personal turmoil to be the ride of her life. She accepted how I had just been about to take my own, then did a one-eighty, now claiming her pussy to be far more important than my impending death. She gave me something to fight for when I didn’t feel I was worth it.

Now that we werecrossing sexual boundaries with our strong friendship, we had to work at the balance of it. The chemistry was far too powerful to let it run wild. There were still a lot of responsibilities and issues to deal with. So, we decided to get back in the water.

Again, I sat on the immersed rock while she swam in the middle of the spring. I asked, “How often am I not me? I don’t recall any blackouts since being in Austin.”

Her arms treaded water as her mind treaded thoughts. “Only at night. Dick says he don’t want you to try and stop him—”

“Wait. Dick?”

Grinning, she rolled her eyes. “He thinks it’s funny. I made the mistake of asking his name, so he gave himself one.”

“Why the hell are you finding this asshole amusing?”

She eyed me like I was rude, lifting the side of her upper lip. “Dick is charming.”

“Charming? I don’t think Delilah would agree.”

Compassion immediately crossed her face as if reminded of his violence. “No. I’m sure she wouldn’t.”

“Is it true then? Did I… Did he—” I shook my head as my stomach turned.

Her exhale was almost as long as how deep this complicated situation was. “I didn’t realize you didn’t remember it. Dick said he did. He hurt her.” She whispered, “But, he’s sorry.”

Images of what Delilah must have gone through stabbed my mind and conscience. “I don’t give a fuck what he is. All I know is he’s a rapist.”

A little distance from me, she found a rock like mine and sat on it. “He committed a rape, yes, but isn’t a serial rapist.”

“How the hell do you know what he is?”

She shrugged. “I listen to him.” She shook her head as if not wanting to think about what happened to Delilah. “He doesn’t even understand why he did it.”

This conversation was mind-blowing. “How can you stick up for him?”

She delivered a little attitude. “Wow. No wonder he likes me.”

I wasn’t welcoming it. “Meaning?”

“You don’t appreciate him.”

Blink. Blink. “I will never ‘appreciate’ him or his psychotic ways.”