Page 37 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“You know for a big bad biker you certainly are a gentleman.” I can’t help but laugh at him, because I know what he’s capable of, and yet he still worries about whether or not he hurt me.
“Fine, I guess I’ll have to show you how much of a gentleman I’m not the next time then.” He pinches my nipple causing jolts of pleasure to zap my clit before he jumps out of the shower, leaving me staring after him. I have to admit the view was very nice, he had an ass you could bounce a whole stack of fucking quarters on. “Stop looking at me like that, you’re making me feel objectified. You can wait for my magnificence until after we go see our friends.” He’s holding his cock like he’s suddenly ashamed that it’s on display for me. I can’t help but laugh at his playfulness.
“Fine, but as soon as we see them, you’re going to show me exactly how ungentlemanly you are until I can’t walk straight.” I try to give him my best pouty face while crossing my arms over my exposed breasts.
“Oh Baby, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for at least a week without feeling me deep inside you. Now come on before you tempt me to say the hell with our friends and tie you to the bed the rest of the day.” I’ll admit to being torn between satisfying our friends or satisfying ourselves, deciding I’d rather live than piss off my friends, I chose to get dressed instead. I catch Bart watching me dress several times, with a look of pure happiness on his face; mine must be a reflection of his because I’ve never felt this happy in my life.
Being free of Jack was like lifting a giant boulder from my shoulders, my whole being felt free. The things I’d done, the things that were done to me, yeah they sucked, yeah I could dwell on them for the rest of my life, but I’d be damn if it I’d let that man take one more happy day away from me. Sure I’d need to talk to Dr. Diaz, but I was stronger now. I’d walked through fire and came out alive, damaged but alive, everything else would fall into place. Bart said he loved me, whether that was for today, tomorrow, or always, I was going to enjoy every moment we had together. If he woke up one day and realized he got the shitty end of the deal then I’d be prepared to walk away, at least that’s what I told myself.
The truth was, if he ever did wake up and realize what a mistake I was for him, I’d die inside. It felt like he’d always been a part of my being, my link to a world where happiness was possible, where my damage didn’t matter anymore. He was a place where I could lay my head at night and feel safe, if that was gone, I’d truly be broken, and that scared me more than Jack ever did. I needed this man like I needed my next breath, he’d glued me back together; I couldn’t lose that.
“Hey, I saw that. Look at me, whatever is in that head of yours let it go.” Smiling weakly at him, I hate sometimes that he can almost read my thoughts. I needed to learn how to hide my reactions on my face so he couldn’t read me so well. “I was just thinking about how everyone is going to react to...you know...Jack.” It was a lie; I don’t know why I lied. He deserved better than me lying to him, but how do you tell the man who claims to love you that you’re afraid he’ll wake up one day and change his mind. So I lie to him in the hopes that I can make my happiness last just a little longer. He walks over to me pulling me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.
“Baby, keep lying and I’ll spank you just for fun. I can tell when you’re lying too, don’t forget. Now let’s get moving before my door is broken down by some angry friends of ours. We’ll deal with you lying when we get home and I can tie you to the bed to get the truth out of you.” I don’t get a chance to respond before he’s swatting my ass and steering me out the door to the bike.
Sitting astride the bike wrapped around Bart’s body brings a whole different feeling of peace to me. Feeling the wind against my back gives me the sense of flying, soaring above the clouds. Hugging myself to his back, I relax against him, breathing in a satisfied sigh. When we hit the country road leading to my place he drops a gear and opens her up, sending us flying down the road. I feel the vibrations of the engine straight to my core, if I wiggled just enough I could get myself off when he turns into my driveway and cuts the engine. I almost want to scream in frustration, but when Jessie comes running out of the house crying, I instantly switch gears from sexually frustrated slut to concerned friend mode.
“I’m so sorry I worried you Jessie, please stop crying, I promise not to ever do it again.” I felt horrible, she was holding onto me with a death grip sobbing, talking gibberish I couldn’t understand at all. I never meant to hurt her, she was my friend, she’d been there for me, and I’d fucked up royally.
“You better believe you won’t do that to us again!” Holland boomed from the doorway causing both Jessie and me to jump a little. He strode towards us with purpose before he picked us both up at once for a bear hug. “Damn Bliss, we were all so fucking worried; you should have let us help you.”
“I know Holland, I know, I’m so freaking sorry.” Now I’m blubbering, I can’t hold it in, these people cared about me, loved me, and I’d treated them like outsiders.
“Get your damn hands off her Holland! Can’t you tell you’re making her feel uncomfortable. Damn it, get off her fucker!” Matt came running out of the house pulling Holland off Jessie and me with such force we almost fell backwards causing Bart to grab him by his shirt.
“Dude, watch what the fuck you are doing. You nearly knocked them over trying to get Holland away from them, he wasn’t hurting anyone. Jesus put your dick away man; Holland’s not trying to take your woman.”
“She’s not my fucking woman, she’s just my friend, so shut your fucking mouth, she doesn’t like men touching her.” Matt looks like he’s about to punch Bart, but Jessie stepped up to him putting her hand against his chest and whispering something to him, he calmed instantly.
“Sorry man, I’m just a little protective that’s all.” Matt sighs, turns, and walks back into the house without a backwards glance. Holland looks like he’s ready to go after him when Jessie puts her hand on his arm to stop him.
“It’s my fault, I’ll go talk to him. Sorry, he’s gotten a little overprotective lately.” The puzzle was getting more intricate. If they weren’t together, what the hell was going on with these two. Clearly Matt cared about her, and she definitely had feelings for him. I needed to get Jessie alone and find out what the hell was going on. Jessie walked back into the house slamming the door shut behind her; we could hear yelling as soon as the door shut.
“Should we go make sure they don’t kill each other?” I look at Holland for an answer.
“Nah, they’ve been like that. Not sure what’s going on between those two, but I’m pretty sure it’s more than just friendship. Enough about them, let’s talk about you. What in the hell were you thinking?” Great now came the lecture from Holland in his big brother voice.
“I was thinking I wanted to be free, I was thinking if I was free, life for everyone would be better. I was thinking that once he was gone I would be able to...I don’t fucking know, live a normal life.” By the time I’m finished my breathing is coming in gasps, and I’m close to tears.
“Oh no, you don’t get to play that shit with me. You know damn well we would have helped you. Do you know how stupid your little stunt was? Do you have any idea how worried we all were for you? What if he killed you? Damn it Bliss!” Suddenly I’m being squeeze against him again tightly. He’s shaking, I realize how scared he was for me, how my actions had caused the people I loved the most pain. Sobs break from my throat.
“I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I’m sorry. God I’m so fucking sorry.” I’m briefly aware that I’m being shuffled into another set of arms, arms I always feel safe in, I sigh in relief.
“Fuck Bliss, I didn’t mean to make you cry, but you scared the shit out of us.” Holland is looking down at the ground kicking rocks.
“You’re right Holland, I should have asked for help, but for once in my life I wanted to take back control myself. Having you, Bart, Pops, or anyone else get hurt to set me free would have killed me. Before you say anything, yes I know that’s exactly what it would have done to you too.” Bart gives me a reassuring squeeze before letting me go.
“So who’s going to be open the front door to that bomb?” Bart motions towards the front door with a jerk of his head. Holland raises his hands shaking his head.
“Dude, maybe we should just chill outside ‘til they finish. Those two need to fuck already and get it over with, but they swear they are just friends. They fight like an old married couple though; the sexual tension is so damn thick you could cut in with a knife.” Running his fingers through his hair, he lets out a huff.
“What the hell, I told him to stay the fuck away from her! He’s a player, I’m going in there and straightening this shit out right now. No way am I letting my friend get screwed over by Matt the manwhore.” I’m about to stomp off to the house when Holland blocks my path, and Bart grabs me around the waist. I’m about to cuss them both out, but Holland explains why.
“This is different, at your housewarming party he stayed in her room all night, but nothing happened. He does nothing but talk about her when they aren’t together. Bliss, he’s invested in whatever is going on between them. She wants him, but her fear is keeping her from reaching for what she wants, that’s where all the rage comes from. You can only ignore your attraction to someone before it starts to drive you crazy. They’ve reached the crazy portion.” My anger instantly deflates Matt never talked about any girl, much less spent the night with one without sex being involved. Shit just got real.
“Holy shit! Do you think...that is...has she gotten to him or has he gotten to her? Jessie stayed away from men in school, and for a while, I thought she was gay. When I prodded her for why she’d avoid the question, she would simply say she didn’t trust them. If she let Matt stay the night in her room...she trusts him. Fuck, this is serious.” I’m so confused all I can do is sit down on the ground right where I’m standing, Bart looks at me like I’ve finally dropped off the deep end.
I’m not sure how long we stayed outside while Matt and Jessie worked their shit out, but eventually they decided to join us again, acting like nothing had transpired. I was smothered once again and told to never frighten her like that again, truth was seeing these people who cared so much about me hurt, because of me, made me never want to do anything to make them feel this way again. I was loved, I was wanted, and I was cherished. Everything I’d ever craved from the parents who gave me life, I had right here with my friends...no with my family. I’m finally at peace. No my life isn’t perfect, it’s flawed, but it’s beautifully flawed just the way I like it.
