EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Bexley Black

In the morning my sister Brianna is in my room after I've showered , sitting on my bed arms crossed and giving me a little smirk. 

"What?" I ask, looking at her like I haven't the faintest idea of why she's in my bedroom the night after she helped Levi Hawk Remington into my bedroom under our parents noses. 

"You and Levi?!" she whispers excitedly.

"Shhhh" I hush her looking over my shoulder at my open door and walk over in my bath robe and close it and then walk over to the bed and sit down. 

"There is no me and Levi." I whisper. 

"Yeah, OKAY" she says rolling her eyes, and then bounces excitedly and turns to me lifting one leg up onto the bed bending it, with her foot pulled in towards her. 

"So you've kissed him?!" she squeals quietly. 

I blush slightly. And I've also cum while grinding him in the haunted house, and came last night for him too, but I don't say that. 

"Just....a few times over the years." I say. 

"He is like SO hot." she gushes and I laugh and bite my lip. 

"yea, he is." I say. 

She squeals. "so are you two dating?!" she asks and slaps my knee. 

"are you kidding right now? Bri...he's one of the Hawks." I say and shake my head. 

"It'd be a death sentence for him. Dad would kill him." I say. 

She rolls her eyes. "Dad doesn't have to know! Oh my god, it will be like Romeo and Juliet" she sighs. 

"They both DIE , you know that right?" I glare at her. 

She rolls her eyes. "Well, not in this story." she says. 

"It's too dangerous...and until shit gets sorted out...if it even gets sorted...I can't see him." I say, trying to convince myself more than anything. 

"Bex come on" she says. "You're like anti guys, and now you find one that you actually like..and you're just gonna..NOT be with him? He obviously is fucking super into you, he snuck into our house!" she whisper yells. 

"Cause YOU let him" I remind her. 

"I dont want you involved in this Bri." I tell her. 

She sighs and rolls her eyes again. "Whatever, we're best friends, and I'm already involved, and i'm totally team Bexley and Levi...Levley...Bevi...Bexlevi?" she says tapping a finger on her chin as she tries to combine our names together. 

"You are insane, dad would kill him AND us if he found out....they fucking crossed the Saints Bri." I say. 

"Yeah...but...Levi isn't like them." she says. 

I shake my head. "It doesn't matter Bri, and you know it." 

"Plus what if..." I sigh, rethinking the possibility that this is all a ruse. What if Levi is just a really good actor?. I voice my concern and she shakes her head. 

"Levi wouldn't do that. And he sounded really worried for you Bex...before I agreed to help him sneak in. I could tell he was genuinely upset." she says.

I tell her what I know. What Levi told me, at least what he could share. 

"Not only would dad kill him is someone found out, his own club could do the honors, if they found out he was telling me anything at all, or discussing this with me." I tell her. 

"I don't want to make things worse." I say. 

At that moment my phone buzzes on my nightstand and I turn and grab it. 

"Is that him?" she whispers excitedly when she catches me smiling at my phone. 

I nod as I read his text.

"Good morning baby Bex, miss you beautiful. Call me when you can." 

I show my sister. 

"Augh, so sickeningly cute." she says and then she presses something. 

"What are you doing?!" I whisper yell as she lifts my phone, laughing as I hear the phone ringing.

"bri!" I squeal and snatch the phone just in time, or so I think until I hear his voice come though the speaker.

"Morning beautiful" I hear his voice as I glare at my sister and lift the phone to my ear shaking my head and then point to my door, indicating I want her to leave. She giggles and hops off the bed , and leaves, closing my door. 

"Bex?" he asks through the phone.

"Yea. It's me." I say.

"What did you want?" I ask.

Silence.

"Wow. Okay." he says and I can picture him scratching the back of his neck. 

"Just wanted to hear your voice." he says. 

I sigh into the phone. 

"Levi....we can't do this." I say.

 "What?" he asks, sounding shocked. 

"This. Us. Whatever we're doing....we can't." I say. 

"You know as well as I do, we can't talk to each other." I say.

"Why not?" he asks sounding angry. 

"Levi." I say his name.

"I want you Bexley. Plain and simple." he says. 

I sigh and say his name again, as if pleading for him to stop. 

"I know shit is bad right now, alright, but that doesn't mean it has to be bad between us." he says. 

"Levi, it's impossible." I tell him. 

"Bullshit. You're just scared." he says.

"YES, I AM" I raise my voice and then lower it and whisper into the phone. "Because our fathers will kill us both, and they'll both kill YOU, TWICE." I saty. 

"not what I meant Bex....you're scared of ME" he said. 

"No i'm not" I whisper. 

"Yes you fucking are. You're scared that you like kissing me, that you like me, that you let me into your bed and let me know what you taste like..'

"Levi!" I whisper yell at him.

"You've driven me crazy for fucking years Bexley Black." he says into the phone. 

"I can still fucking taste you." he says with a slight groan. 

"Levi!" I whisper into the phone. "Stop it!" 

"I want you Bexley, and not just your taste, but you, all of you. I've been biding my fucking time, and I refuse to let the clubs prevent me from having you." he says. 

I hear my mother call my name from downstairs. 

"I gotta go." I say into the phone. 

"When are you able to get away? I want to see you." he says.

"One sec!" I hold the phone away as I yell back to my mom and then lift the phone back to my ear. 

"You can't Levi. I mean it. Find another girl." I say , my heart wrenching in my chest. 

"You fucking kidding me?" he asks. "There ISNT another girl to find Bexley. YOU are my girl. Always fuckin have been." he says. 

I sigh. "Quit being difficult Levi. It was just a kiss, and it was just some fun, and now things are fucked up and we can't be messing around like that." I say. 

"You're a terrible liar and a bitch for trying." he says. 

My jaw drops. 

"Excuse me?" I raise my voice at him. 

"You heard me. You've always been good Bexley. You don't hurt people. So stop trying to push me away by fucking lying to me. It was never just a kiss. Not then, not last night. And you're being a fucking bitch and a coward by saying that shit. Trying to fucking hurt me so I leave you alone." he says and he's not being vicious, he's speaking to me calmly, and the truth of it stings. 

"I'm not gonna ever lie to you Bexley, and I'm gonna call you out, and right now you're being a pain in my ass."  he says. 

"When can I see you?" he asks again.

"Levi, I have to go" I say again as my mother calls me. 

"Don't make me show up on your doorstep Bexley." he warns. 

"You're not that stupid." I say. 

"You sure? You want to challenge the guy who was in your bedroom last night with your dad in the other room down the hall?" he asks.

I sigh. 

"I'll text you later, I gotta go. Bye." I say and promptly hang up the phone. 

--

Once I'm dressed, in a pair of black jean shorts, and a black tank top, I make my way downstairs. 

"Bring this outside to the guys would ya?" she says and I make a face and then see that the entire club is out back. It's a tray of cold cuts, cheese and bread rolls for sandwiches. 

"yeah mom" I say and pick up the tray and look at the men and guys my age or a bit older. It's not just the top club members, it seems to be all the guys that work for them on the side , or under them, and the few prospects.  I even notice a handful of faces I haven't seen in a few years. Which makes me want to throw up. Because it's never good when other charters come into town. I know that much. 

I walk out with the tray of food and one of the guys from the another charter gives me a smile. The dirty kind, the kind a guy gives a girl when he's undressing her with his eyes, his eyes go to my cleavage when I lean over the table to set the meats down. 

"Keep looking at Black little girl like that and he's gonna feed you your nuts." the guy next to him whispers and the guys eyes widen and he averts his eyes.

"Shit" he murmurs, as if I can't hear.

"That's his daughter?" he whispers. 

The other guy nods. 

I roll my eyes, but am grateful for the other guy from keeping the 50 something year old man from oogling me like  fresh meat. 

My father's club was full of good men, but I'd heard my mom talking to other club wives about how she was grateful she didn't marry a man from the southern charter.  I didn't know much, but I do remember the bruises on one of the wives faces when they were here last. I also remembered the way they tried talking to some of the club groupies, before my father and the rest put them in their place. Letting them know that's not how they acted in Saintsville. 

I heard my father delegate bar cleanup to one of the prospects along with a few guys who were lower tiered members.

I knew I wasn't supposed to linger and when I tried to stand around and listen to the discussion being had about the events that had taken place and the mention of retaliation again, my father lifted his eyes to me. 

I knew he didn't want to openly scold me for trying to listen in. But he  knew I would stand there listening until he did. 

"Thank you Bexley. Tell your mother we're all set." he nods and gives me a stare that tells me to go back inside. Guys in the club look to me, in fact all eyes are on me. 

I know it's a bad look for the leaders daughter to say a single word on matters. 

"not all of them are bad." I say and it's like the whole back yard goes silent. 

"just like not all of us are good" I say and nervously lift my hands into my back jean pockets. 

"Bexley." my brother Bruno warns gently. 

"All I'm saying is...I don't want any of you hurt...and I might get my ass blistered like a child for saying anything at all...but can't you try talking to them, the ones you know are good?  What about Hector? Isn't he the one who put the agreement in place, I don't know much, but I know he's the reason we've all been civil for so long...he can't like seeing what Grady is doing...and I bet there's others that-"

"Bexley Black." my fathers voice cuts through my rambling speech and makes me jump. 

"Daddy I ju-"

"Bexley." My brothers Bruno and Beau both gently warn at the same time. 

I feel tears pool in my eyes. 

"This isn't just about the fucking club!" I yell, and my father looks scarier than I've ever seen him as he glares , his lips tight and everyone elses eyes bulging. 

"How about including the females in your lives in the say so...the other lives that are being put in danger cause you'd rather just retaliate instead of finding a way to-"

"ENOUGH" My father's voice booms and the tears stream down my face. 

"You'd risk mom?! Bri?! Me?!" I yell as my brothers stand and walk over to me and I realize i'm about to be escorted from the yard and probably fucking reamed by my father afterwards. 

"You all love this stupid club more than your own families?!" I screech , overly emotional, but rightfully so as my brothers both wrap arms around me and drag me fighting back into the house. 

I push my brothers hands off of me and scream as they close the door .

Bruno and Beau both look stricken, and sad, and like they want to console me , but I push off of their grips and yell at them.

"Let go of me!" I scream and run , grabbing my keys off the wall, tears streaming down my face. 

"Bexley!" Beau yells. "You can't be going anywhere alone right now!" 

"Well maybe go back out there and figure something out!" I yell.

"Something where your sisters and mother dont have to stay prisoners in the house, cause you all wanna play with gangs and illegal shit!" I scream. 

My mother and sister both come running into the room and just intime to see Beau, smack me across the face. 

It stings and my head whips as I lift my hand to m cheek, frozen as I slowly turn my head back to my brother, my mother and sister both gasping like they've lost their breath. 

"Beau" Bruno growls. 

I can see the regret on  Beau's face instantly, and he looks at his hand as if it betrayed him. 

"Bex..I...you can't say that shit...I'm sorry, I..." Beau stammers.

"fuck you." I say, turning and whip open the door to the front of our house, running to the car, and throwing it in drive and peeling out.