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Wrecker climbed out of bed and went into my bathroom as I lay there, catching my breath. He returned a few minutes later with a wet washcloth, and we laughed as he cleaned away the large amount of semen he spilled on my chest.
Then he laid down and spooned me for a while as we enjoyed those feel-good endorphins running through our bodies.
He propped himself up on his elbow, and then his finger looped a lock of messy hair around my earlobe.
"So, was the first time with me how you imagined it?” he asked.
I turned over to look at him. "Well, that depends because I imagined our first time together in many different scenarios over the years." When he leaned his head back and chuckled, I continued. "Don't tell me you never thought about fucking me, Billy Cooper."
He nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. "Of course I did. But not just that. I thought about you often over the years. What was college like if you married or had kids, and what did you do for a living? I thought about our kiss that night before I left to join the Corps."
Suddenly, he pulled away, climbed out of bed, and began to get dressed.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling a chill on my skin without him beside me.
"I can't stay. I need to get back to the clubhouse." He mumbled, not looking at me while he pulled on his boxers and jeans."
"When can I see you again?"
"I'll call you tomorrow," he said as he put his t-shirt on, then left my bedroom and out the front door.
The moment I heard the door close, tears spilled down my cheeks, feeling the pain of heart-wrenching sadness.
CHAPTER 7
WRECKER
I thought about Elle often throughout the years, especially that night fifteen years ago when I kissed her in the rain and said goodbye. When our friendship grew stronger over those years in high school, I noticed how Elle looked at me sometimes. We did our homework together at her parent's kitchen table, and they had no clue I was alone with Elle in her bedroom, sharing my earbuds and listening to music on my iPod together. By senior year, my feelings for Elle grew stronger than friendship. Since I was a dumbass teenager who chased after all the girls in high school, I hid my jealous rage when Elle started dating Logan Peabody. I was a deadbeat with a deadbeat dad and a mother who left when I was just a kid. I wasn't going to college like Elle, but if it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have graduated high school. Joining the Marine Corps was the best choice I had at the time, hoping I'd find something I could do and be good doing besides getting into fights, getting drunk, and smoking weed.
I grew up fast when I served one tour in Iraq and two in Afghanistan as a U.S. Marine. I lost so many of my brothers and sisters that I fought alongside, facing the brutality and carnage of war. When I came home after my third tour, I didn't know who I was because Billy Cooper didn't exist anymore. I reached out to Hendrix, and we picked up right where we left off before I joined the Marine Corps. No one knew Hendrix as I did, but everyone called him Heavy, a member of the Reaper Bastards DC Chapter. His father, Trick, was the President back then. I became a Prospect, and Hendrix sponsored me. Bad shit came down on my club when Trick's business deal he had with mobbed-up Russians went bad. Real bad. The Reaper Bastards lost respect for Trick, and the club almost fell apart. So Trick was voted out, and his son, Heavy, was voted in as the new Prez. I was voted in as the VP, and we have been the alphas, keeping the peace between the Reaper Bastard brothers and defending our territory from rival clubs.
She was the last person I had ever expected to see in the Dollhouse that night, and I didn't even recognize her at first. My dick got hard when I first spotted her standing at the bar, wearing a red suit jacket and skirt that hugged every curve of her body. I headed straight toward her when the asshole in a suit slapped her. I would've killed the man by cracking open his skull without a second thought, but the club manager, Chasidy, didn't want blood on the floors.
If Bagger hadn't knocked on the door, I would have been balls-deep inside Elle. I had to have her and showed up the next day at her house. The shy and intelligent girl I knew in high school blossomed into a gorgeous young woman, and the moment I was inside her tight wet pussy, it felt like heaven.
Lying with her after we fucked was the best feeling in the world, and I was the luckiest man on the planet.
It was too good.
Too perfect.
But I was a dangerous man.
And Elle wouldn't be happy or safe with a Reaper Bastard.
We lived in separate worlds, and I wanted to keep it that way. That's why I left Elle's house and scrapped the idea of calling or seeing her again.
The next night, I was in a bad mood with a hard-on when I rode my bike to the Dollhouse. I sat in the VIP room where Heavy used to talk club business when one of the new waitresses, Sapphire, entered and brought me my fourth shot of the cheapest whiskey behind the bar.
She bent over to show me a good amount of cleavage in her bikini top and placed the shot glass on the table.
"Would you like some company, Wrecker?" she asked with an inviting smile.
"Thanks, darlin, but I'm waiting on my Prez so we can talk business. Maybe some other time."
Sapphire's smile faded as she turned and sashayed her ass in tight shorts out of the room, and Bagger entered.
He closed the door and sat on the other couch facing me. He pulled out a little vile of coke, opened the cap, and dipped his pinky finger into it.
