Savage: Iron Dragons MC (17 page)

“This doesn’t have a happy ending,” he said, as he continued kissing her.

“I know that,” Kristina told him with her eyes closed and her senses heightened. “But let’s enjoy it while it lasts.”

Keith’s response to that was to pull down her jeans with her panties so that she was naked and pliant from the waist down. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down so that he was kneeling between her legs. Then he pulled off her shirt and bra and came down over her gently. Kristina could feel his penis against her thigh, and she felt her body shiver in anticipation. Keith didn’t seem to be in a hurry however. He kept kissing her breasts before he took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking on her with abandon.

Kristina was starting to feel the heat rise on her body when suddenly Keith jerked her upright and pushed her around so that her back was to him. It was sudden, but Kristina felt a whirl of excitement hit her as she was reminded that this was not the type of man she was used to. This man was different… he was used to having things his way, at least in the bedroom. She bent over and let him take the lead. She could feel his hands on her back and in her hair, and she reveled in his touch. She wanted him to treat her roughly; she wanted him to dominate her. For once, she didn’t want to have things planned out in one straight and sensible line. She wanted reckless danger, and nothing smelled of danger so much as sex with Keith.

She was so wet that on any other day it might have embarrassed her, but at that moment, Kristina didn’t care one iota. She was thrilled to be so willing, so ready, and the feel of him slipping inside her roughly made her cry out in pleasure. He had been inside her twice before, but she still felt the excitement of a first encounter. It felt so completely different that she was taken aback by how quickly her body was responding to him.

He didn’t start slow; there was nothing slow about the way he fucked her. He pummeled into her as though he had nothing to lose. Kristina could hear the pounding of flesh on flesh, and the sound turned her on even further. When she thought she was going to lose control, Keith collected her hair into a tight ponytail and used it to distract her from the building wave that was about to crash inside her.

He pulled her upwards so that she was nestled in the crooks of his body, with his lips at her ears and his breath hot on her face. Still, he didn’t slow his pace. He tied her to his body with his arms and fucked her from behind as though he were in some kind of manic marathon. Kristina knew she was screaming, but like before, she didn’t care. She didn’t care if Emma heard them; she didn’t care if anyone did. All she wanted was to commit this feeling to memory so that when she was an old woman who had led a boring and sensible life, she could look back on this moment and know that—for at least a few minutes in her youth,—she had lived.

Kristina could feel Keith’s breathing quicken, and she knew that he was on the verge of coming. Seized by her newfound recklessness and the fear that she might never have this again, she pulled herself free of him and turned around to face him.

“Come on my face,” she said to him, as she lay down so that his glistening penis was hanging right over her.

If he was surprised by her request, he didn’t show it. Instead, with one hand on her breast and the other hand stroking his cock, he came on her with a moan of pleasure. Kristina braced herself against the sweet smell of cum, as it fell on her, and she felt a deep well of satisfaction engulf her.

It was more than just about the animalistic pleasure of sex. It was more than just about the smell and feel of Keith. Kristina knew that this was the moment; this was her moment to grab life by the horns and ride it through…no matter where it may lead her.

Keith

There was a moment when he woke up, that Keith actually mistook the woman who lay beside him. For a moment Natalie’s name was on his lips and then realization dawned and Keith felt her name dry on his tongue. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked down at Kristina sleeping.

They looked nothing alike. Kristina was shorter and curvier; she had dark hair and light eyes. In some ways Natalie was her physical opposite. She had been taller, thinner, with white blonde hair and brown eyes. It wasn’t about their looks at all; it was about the feeling that both of them left him with. Kristina’s bare back was to Keith, and her eyes were closed in deep sleep. Keith leaned in and rubbed his fingers back and forth along her back. She trembled under his touch, but she didn’t wake.

She felt different in his arms. She moved differently when he fucked her. She even moaned differently when he made her come. Those were not the things that made him think of Natalie. In fact, he found it impossible to think of Natalie at all when he was with Kristina in those moments. Immediately after, he felt a sense of guilt, as though he had betrayed Natalie in some way, but he knew those were his own issues. Natalie had been gone a long time and she would never begrudge him the right to move on.

Keith shook his head. He wasn’t moving on, he told himself. This was temporary, a distraction that needed to be handled before it disappeared from his life entirely. As Kristina had said a few days ago, they could simply enjoy it while it lasted. She seemed to be under no delusions that their relationship was temporary, and Keith wondered why he wasn’t happier about that fact.

He leaned in and took in the smell of her. She smelled of him, and that made his dick stiffen slightly. It wasn’t about ownership. It was just about the simple fact of intimacy. The bed was too small for the two of them, but somehow, they had managed to fit both their bodies into it. The bed at his mother’s house had been bigger, but still, Keith preferred his own.

Kristina had started school on Tuesday, and with that she had also taken to staying over at Keith’s place each night. He wasn’t sure what excuse she had given Marie, and he didn’t care to ask. The only thing that he cared to know was that she spent her nights with him. He knew that she needed to be watched because Kovic and his crew were no small threat. Instead of assigning someone to look out for Kristina, Keith had assigned himself the task. It was the perfect excuse, but Keith didn’t delude himself that it was anything other than an excuse.

Still, they had both agreed that their time together was temporary. It was born out of a necessity that neither could avoid, and to that end, Keith was at least somewhat satisfied. He was not guilty of leading Kristina on in any case. She stirred in her sleep as she angled her body towards him. He steadied her with his hand and she sighed once and fell back into sleep. Keith watched the way her eyelashes fluttered and he knew instantly that she was dreaming. Natalie had done the same thing…and it seemed as though that had been a lifetime ago.

Instinctively, Keith looked down at his tattoo of Natalie’s name imprinted on his skin. He remembered the day he got the tattoo; it had been the day of her funeral, after the service had been completed. He had said goodbye to all the mourners and left in silence, waving off his friends’ offers to accompany him. He had found a quiet tattoo parlor close by, and within the hour, he had a new tattoo and a barrage of memories that he knew would haunt him throughout his life.

“What are you thinking about?” Kristina’s voice cut through his thoughts. He looked down to realize that she was awake and watching his face carefully. Her hand reached up and stroked his cheek gently. “You were deep in thought,” she said.

“I… was just thinking about… my first days as a biker,” Keith said, changing his line of thought so that he could share something with her.

“You were young?” Kristina asked.

“I was fifteen,” Keith replied. “I didn’t ride a bike until almost a year later though.”

“How come?” Kristina asked.

“Miles’s father,” Keith replied. “He told me there was something I needed to learn before I rode.”

“What was that?”

“How to be a man,” Keith said with a smile. “He was very particular about that.”

“You were fond of him?” Kristina asked.

“He was the father I never had,” Keith replied.

“He died, didn’t he?”

“Years ago,” Keith nodded. “It was right after his death that Miles and I started up Seton and Lee. We had his blessing though… and that went a long way.”

“How did he die?” Kristina asked.

“Cancer,” Keith replied softly.

“He couldn’t be treated?”

“He didn’t want to be,” Keith replied. “He told us that he wanted to spend the last few years of his life feeling… free. He didn’t want to be in and out of hospitals until he finally died. So we respected his decision and let him die the way he wanted to.”

“Was he the founder of the Iron Dragons?”

Keith nodded. “He was the reason I had the strength to stand up to my father.”

Kristina grew quiet for a moment. “How did he give you strength?”

“He led by example,” Keith said. “He showed me that fear could be overcome for a higher purpose. My purpose was putting my father in his place and kicking him out of our lives.”

“How old were you when you finally… managed to do that?”

“Seventeen, I think,” Keith replied. “I don’t remember exactly.”

“Wow,” Kristina said and her voice grew soft.

“What is it?” Keith asked, curious about the look in her eye.

“No, it’s just… my adolescence was very different to yours,” Kristina explained. “I was dealing with boyfriends and sweet sixteen parties and changing group dynamics. I didn’t have to worry about… anything real.”

“It was real for you,” Keith said.

Kristina smiled. “It’s sweet of you to say so… but we both know that when it comes to growing up… you had me beat.”

“I wasn’t aware this was a competition?”

“It’s not,” Kristina said with a sigh. “It’s just that sometimes… I can’t help comparing and then…”

“What?”

“I don’t know… I just feel kind of… guilty…”

“Guilty?” Keith repeated. “For what? Having a better life than mine?”

“Well… I suppose,” Kristina conceded.

“You have nothing to feel guilty about,” Keith said. “If I could have chosen a life like yours, I would have.”

“Really?” Kristina asked with her eyebrows raised.

“Growing up… sure I would have,” Keith nodded. “Any alternate life where I could have avoided seeing my mother hurt and crying half the time… I would have chosen.”

“Yeah,” Kristina nodded. “Of course… stupid question really.”

“You’ve never really told me what your childhood was like,” Keith said.

“I thought I did,” Kristina said.

“I know that your mother is a doctor and your father is a lawyer,” Keith said. “But that’s about it.”

“Oh,” Kristina said, as she sat up with the sheets wrapped around her chest so that Keith could only see the outline of her breasts. “Well… to be honest my childhood was a good one. I mean, I can’t complain.”

“You don’t sound convincing,” Keith said, raising his eyebrows at her.

Kristina sighed. “I just…”

“Feel like anything you tell me will sound petty compared to my sordid past?” Keith guessed.

Kristina smiled. “I guess so.”

“Tell me,” Keith insisted.

Kristina looked at him for a second, as though she were still considering if she should share her life with him or not. “I was kind of a lonely child,” she said. “My parents were ambitious, and they were the kind of people who didn’t stop for anything… not even their own child.”

“They weren’t around much?”

“They weren’t around at all,” Kristina said. “I’ve lost count of how many plays and performance the two of them have missed. Sometimes I wondered why they had me at all. It never seemed like they really wanted a child in the first place.”

“You think you were an accident?” Keith asked.

“That would have been the simpler explanation,” Kristina said. “But my mother told me that she and my dad tried for two years before they conceived me, so I couldn’t possibly have been an accident. I think it’s more likely that they just felt as though they had to.”

“Had to?” Keith asked, scrunching up his brows.

“Sometimes I feel as though people get so caught up in what they think they’re supposed to do that they forget what they actually want. There’s this convention that people have been taught is the right way to go about things. Go to school, go to college, get a job, get married, and have kids. I think my parents were just completing the convention.”

Keith listened to her talk, and he wondered if that were true. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Of course you would,” Kristina said with passion. “You live your life the way you want to. You have the freedom to choose and an attitude that doesn’t take into account what other people think. You know it’s not like that for many other people.”

“Are you including yourself in that category?”

“I am actually,” Kristina nodded. “I’m following the convention perfectly. I went to school, I got good grades, now I’m in college, and soon I’ll have graduated and I’ll be working somewhere in the city.”

“And then you’ll meet some man and marry him,” Keith said, thinking about the life he had imagined for Kristina not long ago. Apparently she had seen the same things in her future.

“Yes,” Kristina nodded. “I probably will… and then I’ll have children and I’ll have done exactly what my parents did in the same order with no surprises in between.”

“I don’t know about that,” Keith said skeptically.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… you are sleeping with a man I’m sure your parents would never approve of,” Keith said. “I’m sure that counts as a surprise.”

Kristina laughed and Keith felt the light shine out of her eyes. That was a trait she shared with Natalie. Kristina reached out and touched his face again. “I know you’re thinking of her when you look at me like that,” she said unexpectedly, and Keith felt himself jerk back slightly by the mention of her.

“What?”

“It’s ok that you think about her, you know,” Kristina said softly. “Why should you have to forget about someone you loved just because you happen to meet new people?"

Keith was staggered by her understanding, but he also didn’t want to talk about Natalie. It was too close to home, and in many ways, the wound was still fresh for him. “I’m not thinking of anyone,” he denied before he could stop himself. He felt as though it was the best way to end the conversation. He saw Kristina’s eyes dull, as though his refusal to talk to her had hurt her in some way. Keith disentangled himself from the sheets, and he got out of bed to get dressed.

“You have class in a little while?”

“In an hour,” Kristina nodded.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“I was just about to,” Kristina said.

They dressed in silence and Keith dropped Kristina off at her class. He watched her walk into the building with her bag strapped across her back and her hair flying loose around her face. She was a stranger to him. Her world was strange to him, and yet, it staggered Keith how well she seemed to understand him. He turned from his thoughts and revved his engine. Those thoughts were dangerous, and Keith knew he needed to stay away from them. Especially because at the end of all of this, he knew he had to walk away and leave Kristina behind.