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I just want to thank you all for being patient with me. My mom passed away late April and it's been hard to find motivation to write, let alone get out of bed... I've been going to work and coming home and sleeping while eating in between and today... let's just say I had a sign and felt like writing a bit... hope you like the chapter.
~B
Esmerelda POV:
I looked around, knowing that this was supposed to be a mingle thing after the talking part, we were supposed to try and be sponsors and stuff like that for anyone that seems open to the idea. I looked around, there were some older women here, none our age, and it was a little hard to take advice from a younger person.
I grabbed the coffee cups and looked around one more time before getting to the coffee pot and moving to fill it up. It was half full when I heard someone's throat clear just behind me. I steeled my hand and turned and smiled at Travis.
"Coffee?" I asked him knowing I could grab another cup if he said yes.
"If you are a waitress here as well." He teased and then showed his own cup since he was waiting. "I do have a question..."
"Ask away." After what I shared I could do with a few questions.
"Why are you nervous around me?" He asked and I gulped and pulled away from the coffee and let him get some.
"I recognized you right away... Who would forget someone who saved them. But you looked at me like I wasn't important so it was like a made up fairy tale... and I didn't want to blurt out a thank you... or something. Not to mention you're still apart of the same club that did that... to us." I looked around and he nodded slowly and looked around as well.
"This chapter is nothing like that one. The men here are better men even if you don't know them all." He told me and I just nodded and looked for the creamer.
"Can't be too hard to be better. I knew Marcus the second he walked in too, he never used us but I saw him once when he tried to save me." I told him and shrugged. He got me to an ER the second day they kept me in the club house. I was moved when they found me and locked with the others and I am not sure he ever knew that.
The only two men who never hurt me are back in my life and as the thought came to me I had to giggle before shaking my head. I guess I should start my thank you's to them.
"I want to thank you. I'd be dead or still using if you hadn't brought me and the others here. Not one part of my life was easy... but you and Marcus gave me help even when I thought I didn't need it or deserve it. It's kind of my awakening or eye opening..." I trailed off and he nodded and looked over my face before he looked around.
"You don't have to thank me for doing something that was right." He told me and I just laughed.
"You're kidding right? You had no obligation to help us, but you did, and you helped all of us." I told him outright, he wasn't going to get out of this... and now that I have realized it, neither was Marcus. I was going to thank him and make him cookies or something.
It wasn't long until he was called away, asked to do something for someone and he smiled at me as he left. It wasn't awkward, but we were just done with talking.
I headed to work at 2pm and walked in the diner and smiled as I looked around before getting right into the groove of things and worked the night shift, closing and then getting home.
Someone, at the house we were renting, made dinner and set my plate in the microwave. I took out the fork and hit 2 minutes before going to take off my shoes, my socks, and a set out a change of clothes.
"Hey." I turned back to see Chrissy coming out of her room. Her hair was wet and piled on top of her head in a bun and I knew she had taken a shower. "How was the rest of your night?"
"It was ok. Tiring. Just going to shower and go to bed. Is there any hot water left?" I asked and she laughed.
"You know I always leave some for you." She winked and headed into her room. I saw her shaking out her long hair and drying it a bit more. I got into my room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary and went right for my clothes, my clean ones anyway.
I had a pile a mile high I needed to do my next morning off. I always liked the fact that we lived a block away from a good laundry place, it was easy to lug it around when I knew the house wasn't too far away.
I got my tank top, my shorts, and I headed in to clean myself up. I was tired, I was drained, but that money was something we all needed. Rent, food, lady things... car bill... insurance... being an adult was hard... but at least now I didn't have money for anything but those things... if I only lived in a car I would have enough to slip, to go back to my habits, and that wasn't something any of us wanted. We lived within our means, but we never overspent.
I laid in bed, thinking about my day ahead, I was working for the MC for 8 hours straight and then going to a meeting. I'd have to catch the bus because Chrissy needed the car, and she was taking a test from 4-7.
It was going to be a long day.... and maybe when I got home I would actually make those cookies for Marcus as a thank you.
TRAV'S POV:
I got to the club house, hearing s**t, seeing people playing around. But it was all good fun. No one was pulling out guns, no one was really fighting... they were just bullshitting.
I saw some of the club bunnies walking around going from pool table to bar and back again... one spotted me, it was some Amber, Annie, Ashley chick, and she kept trying to 'break me in' as the new guy, and everything she did didn't seem appealing in the least.
If I was that hard up I would take her, but her fake t**s, her over lined lips... s**t made me squirm in all the bad ways. "Hi there Travis... you look good." She nodded as if she was agreeing with herself and I nodded.
"Thanks." I told her slowly and she smiled and tilted her head.
"Beer?" She asked and I shook my head. "Food?"
"No."
"s*x?"
"Not from you." I told her hoping it hurt her a bit and she would stop asking. "I am not into shared women. I don't dip my stick in everything that walks my way." I told her and she moved to smack me but I grabbed her hand and shook my head. "You came asking, I only told the truth. Leave me alone from now on." I pushed her hand away from me, putting distance between us, I went for a tequila shot and saw the big smirk, that turned into a giggle from Tara. "What?"
"She goes for the smack when she thinks she can still get men to feel sorry for her. I think you're the first brother to catch her." She giggled again and I rolled my eyes and took the shot before looking around. The burn didn't feel good or bad, I was just used to it. I didn't like to take more than 2, that would relax me and I knew I didn't have to do anything after it... but now... going for the second, after being at that recovery place, I almost wanted to say it was nothing, that I didn't need it after the ride today... but my brother wasn't the best company and getting tipsy would be ok with me.
After the second I ordered a third and told Tara goodnight before heading up to bed. I showered and laid back, cracking my shoulders, my neck, my ankles and laying in bed.
And f**k me if my c**k didn't start to stir with the memories of the past. with the ideas of a woman wanting me. Of a woman being on top of me, rising and falling down on my c**k.
I smirked to myself and started to think of movie stars, of models, none of it was really my fantasy, hell, my childhood fantasy was my bestfriends little sister.
Hope was beautiful, she was smart, and she got caught up in all the drama of drugs and parties and she was lost. She used to be tan, brunette, she had a good body, skinny and curvy all at the same time. She had a bust and hips. I had her, she was all mine, and then she was smoke... floating through my fingers.
If she had found a rehab, if I had taken her like I took that chick... Ezzy... she would have been fine.
She would have made it. As it was... Ezzy was her but worse. She didn't have an older brother or a childhood sweetheart that would have helped her. I helped her because it was too late for Hope, and f**k me again... if they didn't some how look the same too.
Only difference was life, and living. Ezzy was alive and living. Hope was dead and... never coming back.
I closed my eyes again, trying to focus on memories to get some kind of pleasure at least. Even thinking about the sad s**t didn't make a boner go away.
I remembered the way she tasted, her mouth was always sweet with some kind of cherry lip gloss, the s**t made my lips sticky, but back then it was delicious. Her tongue used to be so bold like she had done everything we had been doing for years.
I would hold her hips as she pushed me onto my back. I never got tired of seeing her take her shirt off and pulling her bra off and tossing it behind her and stretch her arms out.
I grabbed my c**k, not in the same way I used to grab, grope, and squeeze on her t**s. I started to go up and down, slow and lazy strokes as I remembered how she would start to kiss her way down my chest. She would lick and nip places she thought were sensitive, and she would get to my c**k, swirl her tongue around my tip and start to stroke me like she was now shy.
She would keep eye contact, she would suck me slow, making me hiss and tell her to suck me harder, she would giggle and get on with her actual blow job. I could see her now, sucking me with her blue-... her brown eyes.
I hissed out loud and went with it. My c**k was full, my balls were starting to hurt from not cumming in weeks... and sure as s**t when I closed my eyes again it was Ezzy on all fours on top of me, sucking, making eye contact and keeping it as she pushed her mouth down onto me and making herself gag. She was naked and perfect. She had her lightly tanned skin, freckles on her shoulders, her hair was hanging around her and creating slight curtains so I couldn't see her t**s all the way.
I imagined getting up, sitting up and bringing her mouth to mine. She had good lips, fuckable, kissable, swollen if she let me kiss her enough.
I stroked myself faster as I thought about how soft her skin could be, how I could pull her little body against mine and flip us over. I could see her smile under me... I could see the look on her face as I enter her and work myself into her. I could see her cum... I could feel myself c*m in her tight wet cunt... working myself into her and staying deep as we lay and kiss some more...
Fuck me... Ezzy in the dream would be what I would cave in for.
Ashley stairs could never compare to someone real who wants something more than s*x.
- Writer
