But of course he did. Of course he killed them, because they were there to kill us. He had no choice. I saw the weapons the men were carrying, and I saw the patch on the one man’s back. They were Snakes, and they were after me.
I was numb at first. I hadn’t actually seen them die, but I had heard the shots and seen the bodies. I was just totally numb and couldn’t think about anything but those bodies and the blood, all that blood.
We hit the road and headed back toward the city and my apartment. I couldn’t stop myself from hugging up hard against Clutch as all my fear and terror spilled out of me. I cried and cried, sobbing against his back. We couldn’t stop of course, since Clutch had just killed two guys. We had to keep running back toward the city, where we would be safe. But I needed to hold something, needed to cry, to get it out of my system.
We rode back through the night, not stopping or slowing down. Clutch was like a stone sitting ahead of me, but he was also something else.
He had killed for me.
About halfway back home, that thought hit me like thunder. Clutch had just killed for me without a second thought. He’d put himself in danger and killed two men just to keep me safe.
I knew that was his job. I knew Clutch was an enforcer, a violent and dangerous man, but I’d never seen it before. Now it was real. Clutch was willing to kill for me.
That hit me in a strange way. I’d been wrestling with feelings for him for a while now, feelings I couldn’t exactly define or control. But knowing what he’d do for me, it began to push me closer and closer to something, to some edge.
We moved on through the night, not talking, not stopping, not slowing. There was only him. He was my strength, my foundation. I held him tightly, terrified of letting him go.
Finally, after that felt like the longest ride of my life, we pulled up outside my apartment building. We hadn’t come across any problems or seen the police, which was good.
He cut the engine and stood. “Stay close to me,” he said.
I nodded, suddenly afraid again. He reached into the bags at the side of his bike and quickly reloaded his gun. He nodded to me and then moved into my building. I kept close to him, staying just behind.
We moved slowly. He checked each corner, each doorway. He was careful, methodical, and I was afraid.
Up the stairs and down the hallway. I kept close, kept near. His bulk and his body were reassuring. I tried to control my breathing.
We stopped outside my door. He tested the knob and then held out a hand for the key.
I gave it to him. He unlocked it and kicked it open, flinging the door wide and entering gun first.
Nothing. I followed close behind. The apartment was dark, lonely, empty.
“Stay,” he grunted at me. I watched as he moved through the whole place, checking every closet, the bedroom, under the bed, the shower, everywhere someone could hide.
Finally, he relaxed and put his gun away. “Come on,” he said.
I walked inside and he shut the door behind me.
My whole body was tingling from fear and elation. We were safe. I was home. Clutch had taken me home, had kept me safe just like he had promised he would.
I was finished. I was done pretending, done holding back. After tonight, everything seemed so obvious, so clear. Anything could happen at any time, and I was being so stupid by putting off what I really wanted.
“Clutch,” I said.
He walked over to me, grabbed me by the hips, and pushed me up against the door. He kissed me hard, his lips rough against mine.
I melted into his embrace. He kissed me hard like that, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There was nothing else in the world but him.
After everything that had happened, this was what I wanted. I knew it more than ever in that moment. This man, holding my body, pressing me against the door roughly, he was what I needed.
I moved my hands down toward his belt and began to unbuckle it. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I worked his belt open and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pressing my hand down his boxer briefs.
His cock was thick and hard. He grunted as I began to stroke him, grinning.
“Is that what you’ve been wanting all this time?” he whispered into my ear.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, I want it.”
He kissed my neck and slowly began to unbutton my jeans. As I stroked him, he pulled them down over my hips with three tugs. I gasped as his hand found my panties.
“Soaking wet,” he said. “Exactly what I thought.”
“You’re pretty hard yourself.”
“Damn right I am,” he said. “I’m going to fill this little cunt up with my hard cock, and you’re going to beg for more.”
I gasped as his hands flicked below my panties and found my soaking clit. He grabbed my hand from his jeans and pressed it back up against the door, pinning me there as he began to work my pussy.
“I want to get you within an inch of coming, girl, and then make you beg for it.”
“Shit,” I gasped as he pressed his fingers deep inside me.