Page 28 of The Trust We Broke
“I don’t have any plans to associate with them. But…I also don’t need you looking out for me.”
He scoffs at that. “I’m not looking out for you, Luce. I just don’t want you creating another mess in this fucking town that I have to clean up.”
With that, he spins on the heel of his boot and walks back to the men.
And I’m left standing on the sidewalk, long after the sound of their motorcycles has disappeared.
7
GRUDGE
When the early morning alarm goes off, I slap my hand around on my side table and hit the snooze button.
It might be the weekend, but Mom doesn’t like it when we’re late to visit Dad.
Yet the dream I’m having is too good to walk away from.
I flop onto my back and grab my aching cock. As much as I hate that I’m thinking about Lucy, fuck, that woman can turn me on harder and faster than anyone else I’ve ever been with.
It wasn’t even a memory I was dreaming about. It was what would have happened if I’d gotten on my bike last night, pulled up in front of her, and persuaded her to get on the back instead of riding off with my brothers and getting obliterated in the bar when we returned to the clubhouse.
Not even sure how I got to my room, but I’m grateful I thought to set my alarm before I started drinking. I feel like it was probably Jackal and Shade who poured me into bed.
But the dream…
Yeah.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I rub my hand the full length, from root to tip. If I focus on the head too soon, I’m gonna blow too quickly.
My pulse races, thumping in the side of my head like a drum.
But my dad always told me the way to cure a hangover was shoot, shit, shave, shower, and shovel. In other words, jerk one out, clean yourself up, and eat some goddamn food.
Works every time. But I find I don’t want to just rush through them to clear the banging in my head. In my semi-lucid state, I want to stay with Lucy for a little while longer, before cold hard logic comes knocking and tells me it’s a terrible idea.
In the dream, I took her to this place we used to go down by the river. A bit of a hike up the trail, but it’s easy to navigate on my bike. We’re both clearly the adults we are now, and I gloss over the logistics of how we get into position, because who the fuck cares in a dream? But the bottom line is, I’m sitting on my bike, and she’s riding my cock.
My boots are planted firmly on either side of the bike, and she leans back over the gas tank, her hands reaching for the handlebars. Stretched out, her torso is even leaner, yet her tits stand high and proud like they always did.
And…
“Fuck me,” I huff.
In the dream, I run my hand between her breasts, over her ribs and the hollow of her stomach. In bed, I allow myself to remember what it felt like to be inside her snug pussy. The way her lips had to stretch to accommodate my girth.
Been told plenty of times my cock veers on the side of too big. Had some girls tell me they couldn’t take it. Luce, as tiny as she is, never said no. Said she liked the burn and stretch.
Lube was always our friend. Even when she was wet.
Didn’t wanna tear her up or leave her out of action for days.
The stranglehold of her pussy was so damn good, it was hard to constrain myself, but dream me doesn’t have that same problem.
I thrust up into her so hard that when I place my palm over her mound, up to her stomach and press down, I can feel myself moving inside her.
As one hand pumps, I slide my other hand down to my balls and tug on them as my strokes get faster and faster.
I focus on the visions in my head.
