EroticReverie

Bexley Black

It took me all year to convince my father , big ole tough Moses Black, to let me tend his bar over summer for extra cash. We'd argued all year, his main concern being that he didn't want me around the type of guys that go to that bar. Then I reminded him continuously that they were HIS friends. 

Moses Black, my father, was not only the owner of the bar, but also the leader of our towns, ummm...Pack? Club? Whatever it is, I'm not allowed to call it a motorcycle gang, even though I know they do shady shit. I don't ask, because I'm not sure I want to know.   So everyone knows, not to fuck with his daughters anyways. Even though i'm 18, guys wouldn't DARE hit on me, knowing I was Moses's spawn. My sister Brianna who is only a year younger, puts up more of a stink about it that I do. I don't really have the urge to date guys around here, nor do I want to be dependent on one, ever. My father loves this obviously, and is probably the only reason I ended up winning the battle of tending at the oh so cleverly named bar... "Black's Bar". 

School was over last week and tonight was my first shift, and I was working with Maeve Flynn, she was the sister of Gunner Flynn, one of my dad's "Club" members. Maeve was 27, her brother a little older. Their father, died a ways back, I think I was 12 or 13. Another thing, I just don't ask about, because I'm pretty sure it was related to the club and their shady shit. 

I walk into the bar which is located right on the outside of town, in a neutral area, by neutral I mean neutral between my fathers "club" Saints of Black here in Saintsville.... and "The Hawks of Hydland" in the neighboring town of Hydland. Everyone was welcome at Black's Bar, not that they ever really came. For the most part the neighboring "clubs" got along, regardless of bad blood for years back , or so I hear. 

When I walk in I see a few of my dad's guys. I wave to Tobias, who is only 18. Yes, we're the same age, but I say only 18, because he's already been made into a Saint, leather jacket and all. Although his holds less patches that those who have been in for far longer. Again, I dont ask what the patches mean. I really, dont want to know. They could mean nothing, but I doubt they're for friendship or learning how to fucking sew, like the girl scout patches I earned when I was younger. 

"Hey Bex" he holds up his half empty beer glass. His eyebrows raise when I walk behind the counter.

"Whoa, you're not working here are you?" he asks with surprise. 

I give him a little smirk. "Yep. Talked the old man into it." I say with a smile. 

"Yikes. You must be a great debater if Moses Black is letting his little Bexley work in a bar." Tobias says. I roll my eyes. 

"Whatever Little Tobias" I playfully sneer at him and he laughs. 

Tobias and I are the same age, and had almost all the same classes all throughout high school. We were good friends, because not only did we hang out in school growing up, but we hung out at all of the get togethers the club had, and often ran around this bar as kids. 

Yeah, kids in bars. This town was pure class. 

"Oh hey Bexley" I hear a female voice and turn to see Maeve carrying out a box of beers. I run over to grab them from her. 

"Oh thanks sweetheart, I swear that shit gets heavier every damn day." she says with a smile, kissing my cheek. I turn and carry them to the cooler. I start to stock them as Maeve gets Tobias another drink.

I came in a few nights ago and Maeve gave me the rundown of things. Today was a Wednesday, shit wouldn't get that busy. Even on weekends Maeve handled this shit by herself mostly, but there were other girls, Taylor and Savannah who also helped out.

The night went pretty smooth, all of my fathers crew was currently here, minus a few, and were currently out back, on the private patio, that they reserved for the party they were throwing for Tobias becoming a Saint. Maeve was out back enjoying the party, because there was only three customers in the whole bar, and they were old men, just nursing their beers, watching the televisions. 

I piled the empties into an empty beer box, my sneakers sticking to the floor as I walk the box to the side of the bar, to take back when someone else is here. 

I grab a towel, wetting it in the sink to wipe down the counter, and with the back of my hand I wipe my stray baby hairs from the side of my forehead and then jump when I see someone sitting at the bar.  Not just a someone I think as I take him in. I've seen him before, I know who he is. He's got long blonde/brown hair, that he's currently pushing back with his fingers as her runs them through his hair, set's his helmet on the counter and winks on of his stupid fucking blue eyes at me. Okay they're not stupid. They're fucking panty dropping. Panty dropper blue. Yep. I've classified a new eye color.  

Grady Remington is the leader of the Hawks of Hydland. The delicious man before me is his son. Levi Hawk Remington. Yes, his father named him after the club. How...nice? 

I take another breath and set the rag down and step in front of him, the counter between us. 

"What can I get you?" I ask. 

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Levi Hawk Remington

I'd seen Bexley around plenty, she was Moses's daughter. Not sure how something that looked like her, came from a man that looked like Moses. But Bexley was well known, for not only being off limits to all men in the entire fucking world, but known for her body, her face, and was probably considered jail bait to pretty much anyone who ever looked at her, and death bait for anyone who ever tried to touch her. 

I'd gotten a pretty good view of her ass when she bent over in her jean shorts, to put those empty bottles in the box. It was just as nice as I remember it being when I last saw her. 

She had her long black hair pulled back , half up, half down. It almost reached her ass, almost. Good thing it didn't , and left me and everyone else around a nice view. 

She was wearing a black tank top, not as tight as Maeve the other bartender wears hers, but her curves werent the kind you could hide under a loose tank top. I wink when she finally noticed me sitting there, and set my helmet on the counter. 

"What can I get you?" she asked, and I smirked slightly at the hint of attitude in her voice. 

"Aren't you going to check my id?" I ask. 

She lets out a little sigh, as if she's annoyed with me. It makes me smile. 

"No Levi, I'm not." She says and shift her weight around , one hand on the counter the other on her hip. "Did you want a drink, or did you just come here to annoy me?" 

"How do you know I'm 21?" I lift a brow. 

She lets out an irritated sigh. 

"Because your birthday is that same as my brothers." she rolls her big brown eyes. I smile.

"Awww, you remembered" I say and let my hand move across the counter, my fingertips grazing over hers. I chuckle slightly when she snatches her back as if my fingers were made of fire. 

I grin. 

"What's the matter Bex?" I cock my brow, taunting her. 

I'm 21, and Bex is 18. Almost 19. But when I was 17 and she was 15. I was her first kiss. We'd hung out together at the county fair. I rode with her on the ferris wheel, when we all decided to ride it.  She was terrified, tough Bexley Black, was deathly afraid of heights. I'd held her hand, not as a move, but because she needed it. I remember her big brown eyes looking at me, a silent thank you. Because she wouldn't thank me out loud, that would mean having to admit she was scared in the first place. 

Later in line for the haunted house, I'd asked her if I could kiss her. She told me no. When I asked if it was because she didnt like me...she also said no. I took a wild guess and asked her if she'd ever kissed anyone before. Again, but only after blushing and turning a new shade of red i'd never seen on her, she said no. 

Once it was our turn in the haunted house, after passing through the large curtains in the darkness , only dimly lit by red lights, and some strobe lights, illuminating creepy masks or statues. She reached out for my hand grabbing it. I smiled in the dark, and gripped her hand in mine. 

It was a really scary haunted house, but apparently tough Bexley Black, wasn't as tough as she led people to believe. The gasps and tiny shrieks that came from her, made me smile as I held her hand, feeling her duck against me when a skeleton flew across the path in front of us. 

It only took us a minute or so to get through to the end, and after the doors shut behind us, while still in the dark exit, before we were supposed to walk through the curtains, I'd grabbed Bexley and kissed her.  It was our little secret. And I stole a kiss from Bexley each year since. Every year, at the county fair, in that same spot.  The girl who wasnt allowed to date, the girl that boys werent allowed to even think about, I'd given her , her first kiss, and promised her one every year. 

Bexley Black

When his fingers touched mine, I jerked them back. Even though nobody was inside the bar from my dad's club, if anyone were to even happen to see him touch me, even on my hand. I was afraid, he'd lose those fucking fingers. 

"Do you want a drink or not?" I asked when he asked me what was wrong with his smug little smile, as if that graze of his fingers had some kind of effect on me. 

"County fair is coming up Bex" he says leaning his elbows on the counter for a smile. 

"So?" I say nonchalantly as if I havent looked forward to it every year since he kissed me when I was 15, because nobody else was ever brave enough to kiss me back then, or now. . Fucking Levi Hawk Remington was the only one with balls, to lay his lips on the mouth of Moses Black's daughter ever. Yep. Levi black was my first, and only kiss. Pathetic. But it was also why my stomach fluttered whenever I ran into him randomly, why it's doing the same thing now. 

He smirked at my attempted nonchalance and leaned over.

"I heard the haunted house is going to be new this year." he smiles. 

I roll my eyes. "Good to know. Did you want a drink?" I say trying to change the subject. 

"You going to the haunted house this year Bex?" he asks with a little lick of his lips. 

"I'm getting a little too old for that." I say. I see his brows pinch slightly. 

"Too old for a haunted house?" he says, sounding slightly confused. 

"No Levi." I say. "Too old for..." I say and look around, the same three old men are the only ones in the bar and I look back to him. 

"Too old for the yearly promise."  I say, lying. I wanted that kiss. I wanted it right now. I wanted it tomorrow, and the next day too.  Levi Remington was the one exception to my guys are fucking idiots, rule. He was indeed an idiot too, but, he was an impossibly irresistible one. 

"Or...old enough." he says with a smirk. 

I roll my eyes. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" 

"No." he answers. 

I narrow my eyes at him and he smiles. 

"We broke up, but I'm glad to see you're keeping tabs on me baby Bex" he winks. 

I make a face of annoyance. "Don't call me that." I say. 

"Then put on your big girl pants and tell me you're going to the haunted house with me." he smirks. 

I roll my eyes. 

"If you want ..." he says leaning over. "I'll even throw in some tongue this year" 

My eyes go wide and I step back from the counter. 

He chuckles at my response, picks up his helmet, raps his knuckles on the counter. 

"See you next weekend Baby Bex." he winks again, and I feel my fists clench, because, damn him. Damn him to hell. I clench my jaw, annoyed with how fucking badly, I can not wait until next week.