Recovery (11 page)

A soft moan escaped Layla’s lips as her asshole flexed around Chase’s girth, inviting him inside. He continued pushing inwards, groaning as Layla grimaced and tensed slightly underneath him. When he was finally completely inside of her, he kissed her shoulder softly, whispering in her ear.

“That’s a good girl. Just relax.”

“But what about Leo –” Layla began, but Chase wouldn’t let her finish. He wasn’t thinking about Leo or Trisha or the club. He wasn’t thinking about anything but Layla and the way the muscles of her asshole felt around his cock. He paused a moment, giving her the time she needed to adjust. He reached forward, sliding his hands beneath her chest and gripping her breasts. Then, he continued thrusting, forcing Layla to continue holding open her cheeks.

Chase picked up pace, increasing the speed of his pumping when Layla didn’t object. A guttural moan fluttered out of her lips, but she was past the point of no return. Chase’s cock filled her whole, a tight fit that nearly sent them both over the edge. Chase was quivering with every thrust, pushing harder and harder inside of her. Without a word, Layla removed her hands from her buttocks, steadying herself as Chase brought his hands to her hips, plowing deep inside of her. He forced her palms back down to her cheeks, forcing her to keep herself obscenely spread before him.

With one hand, Layla did as she was told, trying her best to keep her cheeks wide open as Chase pounded into her. She eased the other beneath herself, rubbing at the wetness that leaked from her untouched womanhood. It was begging for attention and since Chase was too preoccupied by her buttocks, Layla decided to do the job herself. She rubbed at her throbbing clitoris, quiet gasps escaping her mouth.

“That’s it,” Chase groaned, leaning forward to grip Layla’s hair. In the pocket of his jeans, his phone vibrated. He knew it was Trisha. She didn’t usually call him when he was out, but he had left home on bad terms with her, and he knew she was only calling to apologize.

Chase ignored it, kneading at Layla’s large breasts with his other hand and tugging at her nipples. He was close. He felt Layla sinking further into the mattress as he pounded her. She was fingering herself feverishly, pulling her fingers out of her slit every few seconds to massage her clit. Not wanting her to come before he did, Chase pulled Layla’s hands backwards, holding them tightly as he continued to fuck her battered asshole.

“Chase,” Layla panted, “I – I’m so close…”

But Chase only gave her a deep grunt in response. He pushed Layla down roughly, holding her bruised wrists tight and gripping her ass with his free hand. Layla raised her head slightly, a loud moan surfacing from her throat. An urgency was building in her loins. She felt like she was on fire, and Chase was the extinguisher. She wanted so badly to come, but she held back, wanting him to fill her first.

Chase felt an urgency of his own building inside of himself. He didn’t just want to come. He wanted to mark Layla as
his
. Sure, he was married. And Layla was Leo’s daughter. But in the few seconds that built up to Chase’s release, none of that seemed to really matter. He gripped Layla’s ass as hard as he could manage, picking up speed. He released her wrists, allowing her to continue feverishly fucking herself.

A deep groan surfaced from Chase’s throat. He could feel himself swelling inside of Layla, his cock throbbing deep inside her ass.

“Oh god!” she cried out, her body shuddering beneath him. “I…I’m coming!”

That’s all it took to send Chase the edge. His body began to shake as he looked down at Layla’s soft body, which was practically vibrating in pleasure. Her ass bounced as Chase pounded into her, releasing an ocean of cum inside of her. He shut his eyes tightly, feeling himself drifting into a sea of pleasure as he rode the wave of his orgasm.

When Chase finally opened his eyes, he blinked hard, looking down at Layla as he attempted to catch his breath. Her body was still convulsing and her face was buried in a pillow, soft moans escaping from the confines of her mouth. Chase braced himself before pulling out of her, collapsing beside her battered body on the tiny mattress. He reached forward, moving a sweaty piece of Layla’s red hair that had fallen into her face back behind her ear.

She glistened with sweat and her hair was messy and matted, but Chase couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. He swatted her bottom lightly, placing a soft kiss on her neckline as a smile surfaced on her lips.

“I better go,” Chase finally whispered, tearing his eyes from Layla’s. He stood up, grabbing for his clothing. “You know…before Leo gets back.”

“Right,” Layla whispered. She stood up, wrapping the blanket around herself in a sudden act of modesty and grabbing at the shirt she had dropped on the floor earlier. She pulled it over hair, which was a frizzy, tousled mess.

Once he was fully dressed, Chase made his way out into the living room and Layla followed him, taking a seat on the sofa. She watched as he lit a cigarette, offering her one nonchalantly.

Layla shook her head. She could barely process what had just happened, and nicotine wasn’t going to help. She reached in her purse, pulling out the tiny bag of cocaine Chase had gotten for her.

“Hey,” Chase interrupted, pacing towards her. He grabbed the bag from her hands despite her objections, entering the cabin’s tiny bathroom and flushing it down the toilet.

Layla yelled and cursed at him, but what was done was done. She collapsed back on the sofa, a sharp pain shooting through her ankle.

“I should have never gotten that shit for you,” Chase said.

Layla rolled her eyes. Her voice was too hoarse and she was too sore to argue. She just wanted to go home, but it occurred to her then that she hardly had any home to go home to.

What has my life even become?
Layla silently wondered.

 Her career was dead, the man she had fallen for was her father, and the man she had just allowed to pop her anal cherry was his best friend and second in command.

It was then that Layla noticed the gold band on Chase’s ring finger.

Great,
she thought.
He’s even married.

“You should probably go,” she finally said, her voice flat.

But Chase only shrugged, making his towards the fridge. Layla watched as he opened it, pulling out sandwich meat, lettuce, tomato, mayo and a loaf of half eaten bread and setting it all on the counter.

“You hungry?” he asked Layla, ignoring her request. “Come on. Just relax for once.”

Exhausted and famished, Layla reluctantly complied, standing up and taking a seat at the kitchen table. She flinched at the sharp wave of pain that flooded through her as she slid into a chair.

“Thanks,” she said quietly as Chase set a sandwich down in front of her. She took a bite, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“What was that?” Chase laughed.

Layla swallowed, shaking her head. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

 “Can I ask you something?” she questioned Chase, changing the subject. Chase nodded. He had already scarfed down most of his sandwich and wiped his hand over his mouth.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging.

“Have you ever seen The Wild One?”

Chase raised an eyebrow. Layla was just trying to appear normal. She was just making small talk. Anything to make him stick around. Half way through her sandwich, Layla had decided that she wanted Leo to walk in on them. She wanted him to know what they had done.

“You know…with Marlon Brando?”

It was an odd question, but she couldn’t get over how much Chase looked like him. “I know…It’s kind of an old movie,” she continued. “But it’s just that –”

“Of course I’ve seen that,” Chase interrupted. He stretched his arms in front of himself, cracking his fingers

“It’s only the granddaddy of all outlaw biker movies.”

He smiled at Layla, raising his eyebrows.

“What? Didn’t expect me to be so cultured?”

Layla rolled her eyes, taking another bite of her sandwich.

“No, It’s just…you kind of resemble him.”

“Who? Brando?”

Layla nodded.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Chase said.

He stood up, opening the cooler that sat beside the table and taking out a beer. He went to crack it, when suddenly, the front door opened. Layla braced herself, craning her head to see who it was.

Leo.

He was by himself and didn’t notice Layla and Chase right away. When he did, he appeared momentarily taken off guard.

“Hey brother,” he said to Chase, confusion heavy in his voice as he slapped him on the shoulder. He raised his eyebrows at Layla and a lump surfaced in her throat. Chase immediately snapped into action, trying to appear as cavalier as possible.

“Hey L,” he said as nonchalant as he could manage. “I came back looking for you but you weren’t here. Figured I’d make a bite to eat in the meantime and keep your ol’ lady company.”

Old lady.

Layla had heard the term being thrown around between the boys but never in reference to her. She tried the title on for size, feeling put off and uncomfortable beneath Leo’s gaze. It was obvious that he knew something wasn’t right, but for now, he let it slide.

He took a seat at the table across from Layla, lighting a cigarette and tossing the pack to Chase. He lit one too, leaning against the kitchen counter. As Leo blew a thin ring of smoke out the cracked window beside the table, Chase shot Layla an anxious look. She stared back at him, a mischievous look in her eye. This was exactly what she had wanted to happen.

“Alright,” Chase finally said, grabbing his leather cut from the chair and sliding it on. “I’ll leave y’all too it, then. Trish and a couple shots of whiskey are waiting for me back at home.”

Trish?

Layla felt an unexpected pang of jealousy wash over her. Here she was, having only been with Chase once, and she was already developing feelings for him. It made no sense, especially considering all the other men she had partook in random encounters with.

Get ahold of yourself,
Layla told herself.
He was just a pawn. You don’t actually care about him.

Layla nodded at Chase, waving goodbye to him as he slapped Leo on the shoulder, pulling him in to a tight hug.

“Good work today, bro,” she heard Chase whisper to him. “I’ll call you in a few days.”

Layla distracted herself by looking out the window. She was dying for another fix. She heard the front door slam shut, watching from out the window as Chase climbed onto his shiny black and red Chopper, the clubs colors, starting it up. He looked up for a moment, his eyes falling upon Layla’s.

“So,” Layla heard Leo say from across the table.

She looked at him. His brows were furrowed, his half smoked cigarette wavering slightly between his fingers. He appeared visibly perplexed, and Layla could tell that her plan had worked.

“What?” she whispered, listening as Chase drove off, the sound of his engine growing quieter as he disappeared between the trees.   

Leo ashed his cigarette, an unreadable look etched across his handsome face.

“Was he good?” he finally asked.

SHAPE OF THINGS

"There are changes lyin' ahead in every road
And there are new thoughts ready and waiting to explode
When tomorrow is today the bells may toll for some
But nothing can change the shape of things to come
The future's comin' in, now sweet and strong
Ain't no-one gonna hold it back for long."
 

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Trisha sat on the lid of the toilet, strumming her fingers against her bare legs. A few feet away, a timer was ticking down beside a plastic cup, which was filled up halfway with her urine. Inside the cup was a white stick. One that determined Trisha’s fate.

She had told Chase that she was late on her birth control to gauge his reaction. She knew he didn’t want children. It had been drilled into her head time and time again. A constant reminder of what she would never have.

Until now.

What Trisha had failed to mention to her husband in the heat of things was that she was late on something else entirely. It had been over a month since her last period – since the night she and Chase had shared in Vegas for their anniversary, drunkenly forgetting to use protection.