Finding Willow (Hers) (11 page)

“Tell me it’s okay, Star.”

He takes a step closer to me, but I don't know what he is asking me. What is okay? What does he want from me?

I take a few steps backward until I’m pressed up against the back door of my car. But he doesn't stop moving toward me. His body presses against mine, and all I can do is look up into his deep brown eyes. I wait for him to make the next move while I take in all of his features. Everything about him is dark and dangerous. Yet I am slowly starting to feel more and more comfortable around him.

It’s been a day. A fucking day. I should run screaming from him. Get back in my car and leave. But I actually want to stay here with him. In the middle of fucking Michael Myers woods.

“I can't tell you anything I don't know, Chrome.”

I barely get the words out, and his mouth crashes against mine. There is this magnetic pull between us. I want to pull away, but I just can't. My lips instinctively part for him, allowing him entry to my mouth, and he takes full advantage of it. Our tongues collide, caressing each other in a fluid battle.

Chrome slowly pulls away and interlocks his fingers together on the top of his head. He lets out a long sigh and turns to walk away. He stops, throwing his hands down to his side, and mumbling something under his breath. I can't hear him, but if he was to do this in public, I am pretty sure someone would want to lock him up for being damn near crazy.

“I need to be inside you again.”

His words send a shockwave through my body. I want the same but I also want to punch him in the face. Is this supposed to be his sad attempt at some kind of pickup line? Jesus, fuck!

I don't say anything. I just watch him. He paces back and forth, waiting for me to reply, which I am clearly not going to. Does he expect me to just let him become a frequent flyer? Whenever he’s in need of a piece of cunt, he comes crawling this way? I can't be that kind of girl anymore. Yet all I want to do is let him bend me over the hood of my car.

You can take the girl out of the porn, but you can't take the porn out of the girl.

“I can't do this with you. I can't do this, period.”

I wave my hand back and forth between the two of us. This is what honesty feels like. I don't want to admit it, but whatever the fuck this is, as good as it feels, is only going to blow up in both of our faces. I didn't come here for hook ups; I came here to find me. Maybe this is a part of my fucked up self, but I don't need a biker without a real fucking name being my self-discovery.

He leans in closely before whispering in my ear, “Just one last time.”

I want to say no, but I can't. Excitement courses through my body as he grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the beautiful monster of a motorcycle. I blindly follow without a care in the world. The internal battle I am having with myself stops, because frankly, I am annoyed with myself at this point. I am sure you want to punch me in the face too, right? It's okay, I can totally accept that.

Throwing one leg over the bike, he straddles the seat and extends his arm for me. I take it, not sure what he has planned. He’s in charge. This is his goodbye. I will let him have his way. I've never been much for a man taking charge, but something about him just makes it seem right. He guides my leg over the bike, and I straddle the seat, facing him. It’s awkward but hot.

He raises his hand, and snakes it through my short brown locks, grasping his fingers in a tight fistful.
Fuck, I love my hair being pulled
. Need courses through my body as my jeans slowly become soaked from his touch. His mouth lowers to mine, kissing and biting at my plump bottom lip. His free hand unzips my hoodie and snakes right up my shirt. I feel like we are in high school all over again. His callused hand grazes my bare breast for the first time, before cupping it and thumbing my hard nipple.

Without thought, I let out a moan, and he instantly reacts. Chrome pulls me closer and his erection presses against my throbbing clit, both still covered by our jeans.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, letting go of me completely. He pulls away and reaches down to his boot. “I can't fucking wait any longer.”

In his hand, he holds a small switchblade. My life officially flashes before my eyes. Why the fuck does he have a knife? My face molds with horror, because he raises both of his hands in surrender before he speaks.

“I'm not gonna hurt you, Star. I promise.”

His body leans forward and he kisses me again. This time it isn't frantic or lustful. It is sweet and comforting. I slowly relax against his body as he leans me back against the tank of his motorcycle.

“Don't move,” he whispers, before leaning back, flipping the blade open, and slicing the crotch of my jeans. I’m not sure whether to be pissed he just ruined my jeans, or hot as fuck that he just cut them open so he can fuck me on his motorcycle in broad daylight. Eventually, hot as fuck wins out in my mind. Damn it.

He closes the knife and bends down to put it back in his boot while I reach between the two of us rubbing my fingers along the bulge in his jeans before I finally free his cock from the straining jeans. Fuck, it is so beautiful, each ridge and piercing makes me want to drool right there. I run my hands up and down his length, watching his face soften into a look of genuine pleasure. I can see this hard-ass man letting his guard down and enjoying the pleasure I am giving him. His lips part slightly and he lets out a low moan that vibrates through my entire body landing right in the cunt. I ache for him to fill me.

All I can remember is last night when his hard cock slid inside my pussy. The cool steel of his pierced dick pressed against all the right spots, as his impressive erection filled me so fucking perfectly. A chill runs through my body and I want him deep inside me.

“Condom?” I pant, in between taking his mouth with force. He reaches into his pocket and hands the small foil packet over. I anxiously rip it open. I’m pretty sure this is about to be the hottest fuck of my life. Last night was good, but I've been around the block more than I care to think about, and this, it doesn't touch a single goddamn time.

I roll the latex down his thick cock, continuing to work him with my hand. He lets out a low sultry growl before picking me up by my waist, and sliding my aching wet cunt right down his rock hard dick. My feet lock on the passenger pegs of the bike and I take control. Slowly lifting my ass up and down, I ride his dick as he lies back, enjoying himself.

“You like my pussy?” I can't help but ask. I have a dirty mouth, and by the look on his face, he isn't going to last long at all. It is fucking sexy, and I don't want this to end. I can't help but quicken my pace. Both of his hands find my bare tits once again, squeezing and playing as I continue to bounce up and down on his dick.

“Oh fuck, I love it. Don't fucking stop.”

The sound of his voice alone is enough to make me want to come all over his cock. I slow my pace, hoping to drag out a couple more moments of pleasure, but it’s a fucking lost cause. The piercing through the head of his cock grazes against my g spot and I am fucking done. I throw my head back, slamming down onto his dick one final time, and screaming his name.

“Fuck! Chrome! Oh my fuck!”

My pussy releases the flood gates; I squirt all his jeans and the seat of his bike. He grabs onto my hips and slams into my cunt two more times before he grunts and I can feel his dick twitching as he empties inside the barrier. His arms wrap around my body, holding me tight against his chest as he falls back onto the seat of the bike. I pant, trying to catch my breath, but I think it is going to take hours to accomplish that.

“Did you fucking squirt?” He laughs after he says it and my face starts to burn with embarrassment. Some people find squirting incredibly hot; others think it is the grossest thing on Earth. I’m torn, but I don't have much of a choice because, when I get off, it’s a motherfucking waterfall. Apparently, that is just how God built this bitch.

I turn my head away from him, resting it on his shoulder before I reply.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I try not to let the shame ring through my voice, but it probably does anyway.

“That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever fucking seen in my life. I've seen that shit in porn for years, but never in person. Jesus, Star.”

I hate it when people say shit like that. It’s embarrassing to me, I know it shouldn't be, but it always has been. I need to walk away. I have to get the fuck away from him. This is it. I can't carry this on because he has some perversion for my vaginal waterfall. No fucking way.

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

If his dick wasn't still inside me, I probably would have gotten up and run away. But I can't fucking move. I try and pull away but he tightens his grip.

“I can't. I have plans tonight.”

“You aren't going out to dinner with River tonight.” He says it with an authoritative tone. Like he actually get some kind of a say in the matter. But then it fucking hits me. How the fuck does he know what I am planning on doing for dinner? Creeper!

I pull away, using the pegs to stand up. His dick slips out of me and I throw my leg over the seat, trying to escape. Doesn't work though.

“How the fuck do you know what I was planning on doing?” I should be trying to fix myself, but there isn't much to fix besides my disheveled hair. I am fucking fully dressed, even though I was just being fucked six ways to Sunday.

“You think my brother didn't try and rub it in my face after he saw us last night?”

Did he just fucking say brother? The one friend I have tried to make in this town, and of course, I just fucked his brother. Could I have fucked up any worse? No wonder River was so upset. I am so blind, a fucking space cadet. I should have been able to connect the dots yesterday when Chrome almost ran me over leaving the hotel office. It all makes perfect fucking sense now.

“I can't do this.”

I lift up my hand to push away from him. He tries to hold onto me, but I wiggle myself free, grabbing my art supplies and making my way back to the car. I can paint right in the center of town, where everyone can see me and no one will bother me. Especially Chrome.

“Star, wait.” It’s all I hear as the engine comes to life. I have to fucking get out of here. I just can't do this. I feel bad, but this is all too fucking much. I crack the window slightly, while I back my car past Chrome, standing next to his bike.

“I'm sorry” is all I can say. I sit and I stare at him, but he has nothing nice to say in response. And I fear I don't deserve nice anyway. No matter how hard I try to get my shit together, I continue to fall flat on my fucking face.

“Fuck you, bitch.” I deserve it. It shouldn't hurt because he is nobody to me. Just another guy in my never ending chain of hookups. But it does hurt. It stings, like when I fuck up with Seven and she lashes out at me. It stings like the hurt of my childhood. It actually caused an emotional ping in my normally numb body. And I hate every minute of it. I only wish I knew why he was so deep under my skin in no time flat.

The Dinner

The rest of my day goes as planned. I sit on the steps of an old abandoned hippie shop on Main Street and paint. My mind races, thinking about everything impacting my life right now, which normally would send me into some kind of anxiety attack, or searching high and low for my next fix, but instead, it’s freeing. I can already tell that painting is going to be the best substitute for therapy ever.

Later, after I’ve freshly showered, I slip into a floor length black Maxi dress, and pull a pink cardigan over myself to protect me from the cold October evening. My phone vibrates on the nightstand; Seven is front and center on the screen again. Twice in one day isn’t typical for her. Especially recently. After everything went down, we’ve been trying to distance ourselves from each other. I give her the space she needs because I know I am the one who fucked up. It’s something I have learned to live with daily. She is helping me with finding Willow, but other than that, our relationship has significantly cooled off. Which I think is probably better off in the long run.

“Hello?” I hit the speaker button and continue moving around the small room, brushing my hair and getting ready to head out to Maggie's for dinner shortly.

“Star, you saw my mother today?”

Ugh, I really should have at least sent her a text about it. It just slipped my mind after everything with Chrome happened.

“Yeah, she was working at this little art store downtown. She was acting all sketchy.” What else is new from her? Seven’s quiet on the other end of the line for far too long.

“She called me today. She wants me to come up next weekend. Something about some family news she has.”

Interesting, for sure. Over the years, family news sessions have always centered around some kind of a scandal, or someone being in serious fucking trouble. We rarely got in trouble as kids, but when we actually did, it was bad. I still firmly believe every fucked up thing we did or caused was their own damn fault, though. Never watching us. Never paying attention to us. Never caring what the fuck we were doing. That isn't what parents are supposed to do.