EroticReverie

Charlotte Darling

I let my breath fall from my lips in a fast whoosh of air, and then step back and let my ass fall into the chair as my mind reels from the fucking blast of that encounter. He still did it. He still fucking made my stomach down acrobatics, and my heart stop on a dime with his blue soft, sky blue eyes that could look more threatening and fierce that eyes that pretty had any right to be. He still made all the parts of me that were left untouched by his hands want him. My nipples pricked the second I saw him outside the glass walking towards me. My pussy had nearly wept at the familiar scent of the same cologne he wore in highschool, wept for that rumbly voice, and his tall frame, and posessive nature. I'm entirely soaked between my legs from our back and forth. 

I believed him. I had believed him back then too. That the girl who'd thrown herself on him and landed a kiss on the mouth that I'd called mine, was a mistake that wasn't his fault. I'd knew it the second it'd happened. I'd say him push her away. But Kane King was a dangerous boy. Too many girls wanted him, and that made me jealous, made me insecure. Seeing the proof of it, had stung and ripped my heart out, by no fault of his own. Kane King was the son of Buck King, the leader of the Dangers Angels chapter of this town. My parents didn't like Kane. They'd called him a million different things,  none of which I'd ever reapeted to Kane, or would ever repeat to him or anyone else. Trash. A motherless bastard. A born thug just like his father. White trash. A nobody. A loser.  It didnt matter to them that the boy I'd been falling for had looked at me with stars in his eyes, made me feel safe, and had always made sure I was comfortable with whatever we were doing. always cautious with me, not wanting to make me think he only wanted one thing. He'd made me laugh, ....and never once made me cry. Like Kane had just said...he was good to me. Better than good. He'd been a perfect boyfriend. 

It wasn't that girls stolen kiss of my boyfriends mouth that had made me run. It was all the bullshit that my parents had been singing in my ear. "That boy only wants one thing...you'll see...He's not a good boy Charlotte...he's just like the other boys he hangs out with....just like his father...he's gonna hurt you...." 

So i'd ran at the first chance I got. Even if my heart had known that Kane King would never do a damn thing to hurt it. My brain was terrified that my parents might possibly be right. So I'd taken the first chance I got, and ran. 

I breathe slowly, taking deep breaths, still trying to reel myself back in, to find the strength to stand again after being knocked off my fucking feet with that exit of his. His voice, the look on his face when he'd told me he'd know what he'd said. Insinutating he still loved me. That was not possible. Was it? No. I shake my head. And that girl...god that girl. She's exactly the type I'd pictured him with these past years. The picture of the stereotypical biker bunny. She was stunning. She was sexy. She was so far from anything I would or could ever be. She looked just as dangerous as the rest of the girls that hung out at the club chasing the guys. The look she'd given me, shit. Like she was ready to claw my fucking eyes out for even looking at Kane. But it wasnt his girlfriend. I believed him. But...they were enough for her to call him "Baby". So whether he'd labeled it or not, she clearly had.  

I knew I'd see him. I know that this is his fathers shop. Knew that he was still living in town. I just hadnt expected for him to still take my breath away, to make the regret of running him multiply by a thousand.  I'd have never come back here if it weren't for my mother and father both getting sick. The lottery of misfortune was dropped like a bomb on my parents. My mother diagnosed with cancer only four months after father. Both of them in late stages. Too late. My eyes water and I close them, taking another deep breath. My parents were snobby assholes, yes, but they were still my parents. They raised me as best as they could. Even if they were wrong sometimes. Even if they were the reason I'd ran from the only good thing I can remember ever happening to me. 

Even so...I dropped everything, dropping out of my last year of college to come home and help take care of them. We weren't rich, nobody in this town was really. We were middle class, and had SOME money...but it was quickly circling the drain of medical bills and home care. Both of them too weak from chemo to help care for each other, so a stranger had to do it for them. 

I had a baretending job at night, a place right on the outskirts of town, closer to the city. Where people made more money, and left bigger tips. In the morning I worked at as a barista for a popular coffee shop. "King's Shop" , KAne's dad's automtive shop, was a last resort, the only place in the paper that had the perfect hours to work with the rest of my schedule. 

From 10 pm to 2am  Thursday through Saturday I worked the bar. Able to head home, check on my parents, catch a quick bit of sleep, before heading to the coffee shop at 6am till around noon each day . And now I'd be at King's Tuesdays through Friday's from 3pm until 8pm. It was going to be a tight schedule, but I could manage it. 

I take a long , deep breath and open my eyes and find Kane King staring at me over the top of his "not girlfriends" head as she holds herself to his side, his arm lazily wrapped over the back of her shoulders as they stand with a few others from the club, and Victoria, the girl who'd trained me earlier this afternoon. According to Victoria, she was Tyler's girl. and i wondered if her being tylers girl was the same as the dark haired chick under Kane's arm, being his "not girlfriend." But no...I can tell by the way Tyler is looking at her and smiling at her, and wrapping his arms around her, holding her back to his chest, that he definitely is aware of the label. 

My eyes go back to Kane who is still staring at me. A quick wink of his eye makes my breath catch, a small little fucking smirk on his lips and my nipples rejoice as my pussy starts to hang a pinata to celebrate that Kane King is back in our lives. No, god. No. Don't you dare Charlotte, don't you dare let yourself chase that feeling. I shift my eyes away, and pretend to read the papers in front of me. I did NOT still have feeling for Kane King. They were long gone. So fucking gone. I'd gotten over him. I had. I am. I'm over him. 

My eyes lift without my approval and find him still staring at me. That smirk growing wider.

"Jesus" I whisper through and exhales. Someone write  my vagina a eulogoy, cause this man was going to fucking murder it with just that fucking smirk.