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Ghost
Watching Blue lead my lady away, old demons rose clawed and scraped their way out bubbling up to the surface shirking out taunting whispers inside my head.
I know Blue and I know her, well! Her intentions will be good, but she knows how easy it is for me to lose control.
She is the only one here who sees me and sees me for monster I am. Lilly sees what I allow and even that is some fucked up shit, Lilly is my angel my baby sister who is just well Lilly, and Blue well Blue is my dark angel, my fighter she is the sister you take to a pub fight and brake bones with.
My heart’s still beating fast from where Timberly touched me last and my mind quells at the thought of her hearing who I am and leaving me is too much my weak fucked up body can’t take it.
I’ve taped myself together with shitty scotch tape and drugs the kiss of a needle and the love of a fake. I’ve been hiding and wishing that I could love her without letting her see the me that sits just lightly under the surface of this fake mask I wear as Ghost the VP to the Reapers.
I use them as a crutch hide behind the name but deep down I'm a lost boy who needs oxygen and love.
Fuck it I really need the love of a women.
I fucken think I can have it with Timberly and now I feel like it’s all slipping from me like I'm losing grip as I let lady love pull me down to where she needs me high on her with my dick sunk deep in Jenna’s wet pussy.
That’s always been the way me, Jenna and the kiss of a needle. I’ve lost it the battle, the desire for a euphoric escape is to strong.
Timberly consumes all the air inside my lungs and if she leaves me because she can't handle this club, this life, the Ghost I am, Jenna and her shit, lady love and her hold then I shall need to have the taste of heroine dancing in my veins taking me on her drug induced roller coaster because Jagger won't cut it tonight I will not beg and I will not let her see how deep it cuts.
I knew all along I couldn’t have a soul like Timberly love a monster like me. I always say how I don’t need anyone but fuck I need her fuck did I tell her today just how beautiful she is, just how much I want her, how much already that she means to me.
Nope you pussy you didn’t....
“Oi son,” Cage’s voice breaks through the trance I'm in snapping my eyes to his.
“Bro, you good?”
“Me?” looking around running my hands over my face. “Shit son never fucking better.” I say picking up my glass of Jager downing it in one gulp the ice falling into my mouth.
Biting down on the cubes relishing in the crunch and cold shards that break through my mouth and slide down my throat.
I crack my knuckles as more ice splinters sending an icy trail to the pit of my stomach.
Eyes on Jenna watching her as she swings here drug induced slender frame around the stripper pole that on the stage siting below the DJ booth.
Her eyes set on mine as I lean back into my seat taking a smoke from the packet licking my lips before I place it between them flicking my Zippo and sucking in deep, a long drag and the sick smoke dances down deep into my lungs.
Blowing out I see her mouth to me over the beat of Rihanna’s Jump. “You know you want me, need me.”
Fuck me running my hands through my hair I listen to the words of the song knowing just why she chose this one she can handle the sick sex I need, the drug I love, she can inject her into my veins and not bat an eye lid.
“If you want it, let's do it riding my pony, my saddle is waiting come jump on it.” She sings out to me. I open my eyes regretting it instantly. My hands find my arms scratching at the itch.
The god awful come down is always the worst.
She’s calling me, lady love...
The drug calling me down into her world were light meets dark...
She loves me the real me Ghost the VP...
The fucking Devil in executioners clothing...
I'm the holy fucking grail of insane nightmares...
I'm the monster under the bed who whispers stories of the boogey man into your dreams at night...
Closing my eyes again I skink back into myself bringing the smoke up to my lips I go about sucking the nicotine into my lungs as my scatter thoughts run wild and the dread of her leaving takes over I can't do this shit anymore be the Ghost they all need the killer, the devil, torment and capture, hunt and destroy.
I just can’t.
I’m fucking broken.
Tired.
Fractured pieces floating around with unhealthy thoughts.
I want to feel.
Not hurt.
Breathe.
Not suffocate.
Live.
Not exist.
She well she gave me a small look at what living would be like with her glass blue eyes to light the way...
Now though she will leave a life like this.
My life.
My fucked-up lie.
The sins.
The Dark.
The Death.
The red crimson streaks of an unholy blood.
Ashes of a drug that swims deep.
She can’t breathe in that, I can’t expect her to want to stay and make house with me when I can’t even swim in the pit of deceit that I have created.
Fuck it my minds made up, she’s going to leave me, and I need to be high as a mother fucking kite to even deal.
Snapping my eyes open I stub out my smoke as I look up Cage’s eyes are staring into mine blinking away the lust for lady loves escape her taste licking my lips.
“What,” I snap at him, not in the fucking mood or state of mind for a fucking grilling and his eyes they say it all the disappointment and the despair that they can’t save me. They don’t hold the power to pull me from her grasp.
The love for Cocaine and euphoric kiss of her lips is imbedded so deep and the prick of the needle is the only thing that quells the deep dark voices of the dark she knows it and I feel it.
I love it.
Need it.
Want it.
Desire it.
I have a hunger for it.
Licking the taste that always sits just there on my lips teasing me to come deeper.
“Bro don’t.”
“Don’t what, brother?” I say as I lean into him, picking up my baseball cap and smokes.
“Don’t do it, Ghost,” his voice pleading phatic really.
“Brother, I don’t know what ya on about,” standing up I flick my hair back and slide my baseball cap on backwards.
I'm over the opinion of this punk and just how close to home he’s hitting and the fact that I'm not hiding my unhealthy addition to the needle as well as I thought I was. Cage’s hand grabs out latching around my wrist. “I know she taunts you and your VP to the club that I love but most of all Ghost, you are my brother don’t let her in don’t fuck up, Bray will fucking lose his shit don’t do it to him not now.”
His face etched with pain and I place the most somber fake look over mine.
I feel the vein ticking in my neck and anger spiking up my spine. “My sins are mine alone brother, I’ll worship the shrine of whatever I please and this is what pleases me, keeps the ghosts at bay and the screams quite.”
I keep my voice low full of warning not to push me any further than he has my eyes lock onto his.
“I hope it’s worth it. I hope the taste for lady love is worth it, Ghost, because I bet that little lady out there won't get it.” The sound of his voice saying little lady like he fucking knows her. Fucking punk listen to him.
“Well brother she’s faithful, she won't leave, coz she knows the real me, where that little lady as you call her will run the minute my mask falls.” I say unlatching his hand from my wrist pushing it back towards his body with force laced in a warning that he's gone too far.
Stepping out around my brother I head for my room that is on the top floor of the club looking out over all the people here partying drinking and enjoying life as a Reaper the name alone holds a weight that makes you feel heavy inside. We are royalty in this world.
Right, well time to feel human again. Time to escape.
Placing my hand on the cool metal knob of the door glancing back down to the people below I see her watching me miss Jenna and as my eyes look up over her ass grinding the pole teasing me and my demon. I see Cage shaking his head.
Fuck him and his judgment I'm his VP, best he remembers that and shit at the moment I'm more than just the VP while Bray is caught up in the whole mess that is Raven I'm the only one who’s head is fully here and to do the job as well as life I need to be high.
Turning the knob, I walk inside my room the members’ quarters where we are to stay when we are on lock down or we have club business that requires us to be present and on call 24\7.
We all have homes on the property so it's not like we are far unless it all gets too much, and I go to my home in town or the room above the tattoo shop. Escape and peace sometimes is the best thing someone like me ends.
Stepping into the room I kick the door shut behind me with the back of my heel and walk through the dark room to the window.
It’s open and the cool night’s breeze billows in and blows the net curtain in and around the small space the moon sends sliver shards of light over the small space that houses a bed and table set of draws and two bedside tables with little black lamps.
No need to switch them on I know what I need, and I know just where it is and I don’t need any light to do it the moon and feeling is more than enough.
Standing there as the cool air licks at my clammy skin hungry for the drug my veins seek I watch my Poppet, my sweet Timberly deep in conversation with Blue I watch her as she lifts a bottle of beer to her lips.
The way the moonlight kisses her skin and the way she swallows the beer I can see the way her throat moves as it slides down the bitter taste unusual for her, her face says it all she’s not a fan.
My mind can’t help but travel to the thought of what my cock would look like in her mouth and the way my cum would look sliding down her throat her skin so delicate so pure.
Would she like that taste?
Would she take her fill of it?
Would it please her to taste me?
A low groan leaves my body as I watch her put her finger under Blue’s chin lifting her now gaping mouth shock washes all over the Celtic Goddess Timberly pushing Blue’s lips together never leaving her stride and just carries on with the conversation like not happened at all.
Fuck me, she really is something else, that’s for sure, and the feeling of need and longing hits me.
I’ve longed for someone like her all my life. I’ve been lonely with the need for a woman with her presence but look at me now succumbing to old habits when reality gets too much.
Sliding down the wall my eyes looking away from her my hand finds the book inside the bedside table I open it and inside the cut-out hollow is my gear sitting inside the small black pouch my mouth waters as I go about the ritual that gets me so fucking hard.
Picking up the small plastic bag I squeeze my fingers along the zip lock and rubbing it open.
Tapping out the powder into the spoon in my other hand placing the empty bag back inside the book I tipped just over Two hundred dollars’ worth of pure uncut heroin into the spoon.
My brain and my body roped into the addiction of setting up I can taste it already sitting on the tip of my tongue.
My hands shaking as sweat begins to bead on my forehead and I feel it roll down my spine shaking the blur from my eyes.
I can feel the dope sickness from going six hours without a hit creeping up inside my body the bones begin to ache and the clammy sweat forming.
Picking up the needle and sucking up some water that I had tipped into the lid of the bottle.
I squirt some into the powder on the spoon turning the needle upside down I use the plunger to mix the water into the white powder licking my lips as the anticipation sets in and my hands begin to shake.
I know this like the back of my hand the feelings and the taste, the way I have to roll through the waves as I set up.
Picking up the lighter I burn the bottom of the spoon and set about cooking the heroin off turning it to a sweet liquid once done I place the small cotton ball into the spoon and stab the tip of the needle into the ball sucking the liquid up through the cotton straining the liquid.
Just before I can tie the rubber band tubbing around my upper arm I see the small shards of light coming from the door opening slightly and then clicking shut as darkness bar the moonlight is all that is left in the room no need to look up I know who it is and slide my head back against the wall closing my eyes.
I take in a few deep breathes. Her perfume engulfs me turning my skin cold as it’s not the smell my body craves she’s not Timberly and she never will be she’s not what I need so why, why does she have to do this torment me.
I'm a slave to one already.
Looking up my eyes meet her then slowly rake down her body she is standing before me her creamy skin basked in moonlight dressed in nothing but her black lace bra and G-Sting.
My hands without conscious thought go out to her.
My fingers of my free hand wrapping around her hip she sucks her plumb lush bottom lip into her teeth and my cock flinches in my jeans knowing just how dirty she likes it.
No Ghost don’t.
My mind quells me as I drop my hand down from her hip, my fingers glide down her white skin and the feeling of betrayal and anger wash over me.
Jenna kneels down in front of me taking the needle from my fingers my eyes refusing to meet hers.
Her body shuffles closer to mine as her lips graze along my jaw line up towards my ear her breath hot and heavy laced with what ifs and maybes.
“I know what you need baby,” her voice hot shaking my head pulling back but nowhere to escape to as my head hits the wall behind me fuck it.
“She will never get you hard like this, the way the needle does.”
She rolls the needle in front of my eyes them zoning in on the sliver tip as she places it between her teeth.
Her seductive voice murmurs out over the needle.
“Like I do, you need me just as much as you chase the kiss of lady love.”
Her hot fingers run up my arm pulling the rubber band tie tight the vein popping to the surface sucking in a deep lung full of air I know what’s coming the intense rush the surge bliss ten seconds of euphoric sensation rushing though my body. Her hot finger taps the vein papering it for the hit.
My eyes meet her as her mouth moves dangerously close to mine.
She takes my bottom lip in between her teeth a groan leaves me as anger bubbles up.
“I don’t need you,” I say, mumbled and erratic as she bites harder into my lip the pop of my flesh and the tang of metallic hits the tip of my tongue. “Don’t, Don’t Jenna,” I plead sounding like a small boy weak, alone and fucked up.
“Don’t what, baby? Give you what you need? Give you this?” Her voice cold clipped as she lets go her eyes burn into mine fire and complete fucked up need to fuck me up.
With a sick twisted wink, a laugh leaves her mouth and just like that she slams the needle into my vein.
Pushing the plunger deep down all the way pulling her body back her eyes burning into mine as lady love begins her dance through my veins.
My lids flicker and flutter leaving me with small images of Jenna in front of me dancing.
The burn of the drug taking over all senses, time and space.
Her tits popped from her bra my mind begging my eyes to stay open to watch the show that is in front of me the show known as Miss Dirty Dancer.
The fucked up and needy Jenna.
The release and the euphoric feeling is too much my body limps further down the wall as my head falls to the side.
Too much I knew I put too much in.
“Baby, baby,” I hear the whisper the call of her voice. “Baby open your eyes and watch me dance for you,” she echoes out around me, but I'm lost it’s dark here, it's safe her voice is there in my mind's eye but the rabbit hole I'm down in, is dark, it’s home and I like it. Dancing on my own as images of my life flick before my eyes.
“Mmmmm,” I feel the small weak drug laced sound rolling over my lips.
Her hands find my crotch I hear the fait sound of my zipper coming down and the cool air hitting my limp cock.
“I'll make you hard, I’ll make you cum for me, baby,” her voice hits my ears but it's not the voice I want to hear, it’s not the voice I want to make my cock hard. That voice I need, the one I hear a faint sweet sound dancing like small sweet music notes on the wind finding my ears as I sit slumped down a wall with a needle stuck in my vein the devil dancing before me and the drug taking over any moral fiber and notion.
Fighting what I have always wanted and needed the arms of the drug.
I will my body to come back alive this is a fucken intense hit this time I think I may have stepped over the line from safe hit to danger and I can’t do a fucking thing about it.
But ride this wild ride out. Hoping I make it to the other side.
Like lighting rolling on the edge of thunder I hear the crack of the door splintering over the wall as it slams open with Cage's foot splintered firmly in it his body shields the light from the club below he stalks over to us.
Jenna doesn’t move, she doesn’t flinch or turn to see who it is she doesn’t even stop, yelp or scream her hands hot and delicate work up the shaft of my cock pumping me filling my body with need and greed for her silk fingers to milk my cock and her lips to find my cock and suck the precum from its tip and drink in the hot squirt of cum that I want so badly to shoot down her sick throat fill her evil body with my twisted need to get off on a dark whore.
Cage's voice low and harsh “Jenna get up now,” just as Jenna’s lips wrap around my dick her hot tongue licking up my shaft stopping on at the head she swirl’s her piercing over the tip of my cock and then just like that I blinked trying hard to hold the cum in and she’s gone.
Cage's hands grabbing a handful of her hair. “Get the fuck off,” she spits at him “He needs me,” I hear her plead all I can do is watch from my slumped position against the wall my eyes zoning back and forward from a drug haze to my dick half-mast and to Cage.
Jenna is screaming like a banshee. She’s kicking out her long legs flying wild around in front of me her hands reaching behind her and hitting Cage she’s throwing wild blind slaps and punches her hands connecting with his face, neck and chest. She’s fucking insane this bitch.
Laughing out a low Ha fuck yeah laugh her eyes meet mine venom laced in them.
“Help me Ghost, you need me,” she calls out and all I can do is laugh. It changes now from a cheeky fuck you to an evil shrill. Slurring out the words a mess on my tongue. “Fuck you, you need e, I don’t need you or this looking down at my arm the needle bobbing as I laugh out over the dark room. All I can really do is watch her kick off and see the anger fire from her body while the disappointed glare from my brother burn deep into my skin.
The drugs swirling around me I'm in like a hypnotic daze my movements slow and sluggish.
I'm moving my limbs, but they are so heavy. I’m trying hard to gasp the needle and pull it from my vein panic starting to set in that the hit swimming in me is too much I feel it closing off my breathing and my heart is slowing to a dangerously low hum.
My mouth is dry, in desperate need of water. I’m so fucking high I know this when my eyes roll back in my head I can see the whites of them as the devil sits on my shoulder watching the show unfold around me.
I slip down that rabbit hole that is the drug I love her arms reaching and taking me deeper down and Jenna the sweet chaotic Jenna who’s bat shit crazy.
A fucking dirty ass nut bar who is so good at what she does. You’re fucking high unable to control your body with one flick of her needle laced fingers as her eyes pull you in and her pussy keeps your dick hard while you strangle her.
She does her job well she is just as hungry for the dark as I am and that’s why she does what she does.
That’s why we are here in this room. Me high too high a mistake made and there is no coming back from this monumental fuck up not now that Cage is here dragging her screaming ass back from me through the dark.
But... you see there is always a but....
She lets me hurt her the way I need to, to get off she’s been here from the start and now I'm sadistically laughing watching as Cage’s fingers grip around her body as she claws at his face to what sit on my dick, see this is what she does.
Cage's hand wraps around her throat. “You better shut the fuck up, Jenna, before I use your face as a fuck pad and make you eat the whole clubs dicks.”
Her eyes bug out of her head and Cage lifts her up above his head her toes barely touching the ground he strides towards the door which is barely hanging on. A massive hole sits in the front of it, the wood is splintered, and the hinges are snapped, hanging limp on its frame like my dick in my hand.
Watching him walk to over stopping just at the threshold of the door not hitting the bright lights of the hall way and club partying below. “81” he hollers “Get the fuck up here now.” His tone is clipped, the she devil is bucking and bowing in his grip he pulls her down to his face “Stay fucking still before I knock ya ass out.” He seethes as I here 81’s boots thumping up the metal stairs.
“Yo man, what’s up?” He says looking from Cage to Jenna and then me fuck me shame should be washing over me if I wasn’t so fucking high. “Fuck Brother.” His voice full of pain for the floor show he sees. His hands run through his hair “Jenna you didn’t?” he questions her stepping into their space so close that she spits in his face.
“You Fucking...” he’s unable to finish as cage drops her at his feet hard and fast a low thump and a small yelp leaves her poor excuse for a female body, she is the she devil.
“Remove this bitch and the group of fucking hyenas from the club stick a prospect NO make that Two on the door at their apartment they are under watch till further fucking notice.” His tone ice cold leaving no room for question.
My eyes then roll back and the heaviness in my lids too hard to hold open I can hear the thump, thump of 81’s boots and the strangled screams coming from Jenna’s throat as he takes her from her fantasy that would have been sex dangerous sex filled with blood and fire.
My sadistic laugh bubbling from the evil depths of this induce fantasy ride, “Fuck Brother.” Is all I hear fall from Cage’s lips as he enters the room cracking my eyes open as far as I can which is a mere slit.
He steps into the room shutting the door shards of light splintering through from where his foot met the wood the anger laced with judgmental sadness heavy in his eyes.
It fucking hurts even when I'm high it fucking hurts cutting deep into my cold soul the lights flick on and my eyes slam shut.
“Fuck me, turn them off!” I slur out to him trying to lift my arms that feel like fucking cement to shield my irises that are burring from the intrusion of light.
The light flicks off. “Thanks brother," I mumble out, my words are a mess. The soft glow from the bedside table sends a halo of light that washes out the dark of this cold room hunted with humiliation. It illuminates the small space that I’m slumped in feeling ashamed and worthless a broken man.
Cage's eyes meet mine his thick body leaning in front of me his finger lifting my eyelids up and open looking deep into them from one to the other. Even that small movement hurts.
“I'm sorry, brother.” is all he says before his hands reach around me pulling me into his body he leans back with me in his arms as his legs come around my thighs holding me down.
“Cage, Brother don’t!” I slur out trying to move my heavy body “Brother?” pleading I know what’s coming and I don’t want it.
With his free hand he fists his fingers into his pocket and pulls out the one thing that will fuck you right back into a sober state of mind. I can smell her in the air as does lady love she fights hard through my veins to not be extinguish, this one needle will cause the burn to cease and with it follows one Hella come down.
One fluid movement the end of the needle meets his teeth he pulls the cap off the end and the dull light hits the sliver tip and she sparkles the light glints on the tip of the needle turning my eyes I don’t want to watch this, I don’t want the instant sober.
His hand snakes around my chest gripping my wrist and pulling my arm taunt holding me still.
“Pleaseeeee?” I try one last time “Brother, it’s painful, I don’t deserve her, this life will tarnish her, and my secrets will break her, pleaseeeee,” I beg, tears washing down my face, all my sins following out with them as I plead for a small mercy.
“Brother, I’m sorry,” his tone quiet, his lips meet the top of my head. He presses a long kiss into my hat as he slams the needle full of Naloxone into the vein that not long ago had Heroin stabbed into it and a deadly dose of it at that.
“No, No, No Brother, fuck you, NO.” I scream out the needle pops into my vein and the cold liquid hits the hot blood inside my body sending out a chilling affect over me.
“It’s only half, Brother. Just a little to take the edge of this high away,” he whispers into my ear. “I wouldn’t take her fully away but brother, just enough to quell the fucking chase.”
Lifting me up and taking my limp drug fucked body to the bathroom slipping my now limp cock into my boxers he does up my zipper embarrassment and shame wash heavy over me how the fuck did I let it get this far.
Not able to meet his eyes I just watch my feet knowing he had to see his VP this way.
To have him put my dick back into my pants and clean me up is fucking disgusting.
He fills the sink up with cold water. “Hold your breath, Brother,” he says into my ear as he pushes my head closer to the water watching it ripple out in the small space sucking in a breath nodding my head in answer to his question “Ready?” before I know it my head is thrusted into the icy water.
Cage pulls me back gasping for air sucking it deep into my lungs “Fuck,” I scream out “Fuck me” before I can think his hand pushes me back down the seconds feel endless before he pulls my head back up the cold water dripping from my face I watch it drop into the sink and ripple out shaking my head “No more.” I plead.
“Sorry brother,” he says as he pushes my head back down into the white porcelain sink all I see as my head is thrusted down is the sliver of the plug and the bubbles firing out around me as he does this again and again.
Water...
Back up...
Air gasping...
Water...
Air gasping...
“Stop, fucking just stop,” he’s relentless.
He’s unceasingly intense in this quest to wake me the fuck up.
To pull me back from the brink.
Eight times I had to endure it eight fucking times before he let me fall onto the toilet seat.
Gasping for air the cool ripples of the chill setting in around me and the shakes start.
Passing me a towel to wipe my face he leans against the sink arms crossed over his chest his leg crossing over the other at the ankle shaking his head.
“Go take the little lady home, Ghost,” he says to me walking over placing his hand on my shoulder my eyes never meeting his. “Don’t destroy her like you have yourself, she doesn’t deserve it.” The realty of his words hit me like a sledge hammer.
“I don’t deserve her. Cage and fuck, tonight I sealed the fate, tonight I sold the last of me to the devil.”
My tone is cold my teeth chattering I went from such a aroused and frenzied high to a cold sweaty and clammy low with just a tit bit of her still swimming in my veins.
I'm so fucking ashamed.
“She deserves love, just as much as you crave it, brother.” Squeezing my shoulder, he leaves me alone shitting on the fucking toilet a mess and freezing the effects of lady love there slightly but nowhere near as strong as I needed her to be.
Right, time to face the music, time to go see if Miss Timberly wants to fight or fly.
Fight it is she wants this watching the way the moonlight sends sliver streaks out over her jet-black hair and the way her eyes shine.
She sees me.
Sees it.
She called me out,
She knew just by kissing my lips and looking in my eyes.
She knew what I had done, and she took it and didn’t run.
She said she would heal me.
Me.
Ghost the VP to the Reapers but really at the end of it I'm just Cade Morrow living behind a mask.
That’s falling.
A lie and this little lady is going to make this mask fall and let me be me.
Walking up into the house with Timberly wrapped in my arms feels fucking amazing like shits real and shits good.
I still can feel her inside my veins pumping in my heart but its dull the morning will bring the itch and then the sweats but for tonight I will be ok.
Stepping up the steps the soft glow of the house sends out over the deck and the night time sounds out around us.
“It's beautiful here, Ghost,” Timberly breathes out turning in my arms to face the jetty that takes you down to the water.
“It’s beautiful, Poppet, because you’re in it.” I whisper into her hair. She shivers, lacing her fingers into mine.
“Let’s go in aye.” Together we walk up the steps pushing the glass doors open I pull her inside walking to the kitchen I see that Lilly’s been a note placed under a full bottle of Jägermeister.
‘Tim’s clothes are in the closet and food in the fridge and cupboard. Love Lill.
Smiling I watch as Timberly walks over to the sound dock on the cabinet under the TV her fingers gliding over it. “Can we listen to music,” she asks me her eyes shining as she looks over towards me. “Sure baby, play away,” a small giggle leaves her. “How” she asks me, shaking my head putting the Jägermeister down that I was just about to pour into my glass.
“Baby just hit play,” walking over to her body standing behind her she leans her neck to the side as my hands find her hips reaching my fingers out I take hers that are hovering over the sound dock.
Resting my chin on her shoulders. “My sweet poppet so many things I can teach you.”
I whisper into her ear pushing the standby button the sound dock lights up blue and illuminates the area which is still dark bar the soft glow from the long tube light along the kitchen wall.
“Just like that baby cakes,” spinning her around in my arms as the music plays around us pulling the room to life I swing her in my arms.
Gavin James begins to sound out is low graveling voice flows around us as the beat picks up I begin to dance with my baby in my arms she giggles at me her eyes burning with excitement.
“I don’t dance,” she says. “Me either Poppet but for you I’ll do anything,” wrapping my arm around her back and my other taking her hand I spin her out and pull her back into me fire in her eyes.
“What’s this song,” she coos.
Pulling her close resting my lips to her forehead as the song plays out her soft voice vibrates over my chest.
“I'm not going anywhere for you and your love I’ll battle the demon and his son.” She kisses my chest over where my heart sits.
“I’m home, this is home,” she says tapping my chest. I pick her up under her arms and spin her around in circles my arms holding her so fucking close that I’m scared if I let go she will disappear her voice screeching out in pure childlike delight.
I love how carefree and open she’s becoming. Falling down onto the couch her body landing over mine, her head resting on my chest, our breathing fast and hearts beating rapid, I like it this way.
The sound docked click over Girl crush Halestorms cover of the song came on over the speakers filling the room with the gritty voice of Halestorms lead singer Lzzy Hale before I know it Timberly’s hands were sliding up the inside of my shirt her fingertips grazing over my skin leaving a ripple of goosebumps over my oversensitive skin she has never been this forward before and I like it a lot.
My cock agrees as he is dancing inside my jeans she moves her body flicking her legs over my lap straddling me.
“Poppet,” I breathe out over her, as she slowly painfully slow drags her nails down the skin of my torso her eyes never leaving mine swallowing the lump in my throat fuck I’m hungry for her so hungry.
“Fuck Poppet,” gritting out as her arms rise above her head she moves them to the music pushing herself higher up in my lap grinding that sweet as over me her hips swing like the music is in her veins dancing for her, with her, a ride of pure freedom, knowledge that in this moment you’re free from the chains to be the beautiful butterfly I know she is and she’s beginning to see it, feel it, own it.
As she arches her back her ponytail trails a long inky black line as it falls down the curve of her spine the light catches on the sweet spot of sink just under her chin where I want to skin my teeth into marking her as mine.
Sending her body into my orbit her spine curves pushing her and her breasts dangerously close to my eyes. Mouth, lips, teeth shit this woman is about to deliver me in to my fate.
My erection straining against the metal zipper of my jeans praying that the fucking fabric is enough to hold the beast back because at the moment all he wants to is fuck her from the outside in and own her sweet soul. Feed on it, take it and break it, only to fuck it back together again. On instinct alone, I raise my hips slightly to meet her sweet pussy that is grinding dangerously close to my zipper. As my eyes flick shut I run my hands over her hips digging my nails in as soft as I can manage.
“Look at me.” She demands force is hot on her tongue. My eyes snap open as she licks her lips sucking her plumb bottom one into her teeth bringing my hands to my baseball cap and I flick it backwards so when I lean in to kiss her I can deep needy and owning. She’s a fucking beautiful sight the light sending a soft hue over her skin her glass blue eyes capture each one of my ragged breaths.
“Poppet, you take my breath away, like legit I feel like I can’t breathe with you in my space, in my body and in my fucking head, my heart has always been too dark to fucking care and then you where there, Poppet bring light to the misery and a smile to my lips.”
Her hips roll forward and hitting me in all the right places. Her fingers pull free the hair tie that is holding her midnight black hair up and within an instant her hair falls around her in soft waves licking my lips as a groan leaves my body my hand finding her hips I pull her slightly forward and down over my throbbing cock bulging dangerously against my jeans.
Her eyes meet mine when she feels the stabbing of my cock in her core winking at her the sweetest sounding giggle floats over us as her hands fall down onto my chest and she starts to sing the song her eyes burning fire scorching into mine and setting my soul on fire as my blood turns Icey cold don’t ever let her looks fool you my Poppet could kill with just one look and I am to blame bringing out this side of her bringing her here to this place into my life.
Closing my eyes unable to control myself and I can’t handle the look in her eyes. Her voice kissing my senses.
“I got a girl crush hate to admit it, but I got a heart rush, Ain't slowing downnnn I got it real bad, want everything she hassss, that smile and that midnight laugh she's giving you nowww.” Her voice is angelic beautiful she takes my breath away the weight of the words this song has burning me like a hit to the vein the wrong way.
“Fuck those words hurt.” I say to her opening my eyes looking into her tear-filled ones she’s trying so hard to hold them back.
“Poppet please” I say bringing my hand up to meet her cheek as a tear slide down.
“I know everyone you trusted let you down. I know the secrets you keep under your bed that you want to tell me but are scared.” I say to her pulling her in closer into me so my head in nestled in her breasts and her arms snake around my neck.
“You know if I let you in Ghost let you see every part of me I let you break in and really look around at all the dark and every colour of my fucken scared, broken and fucking tormented soul you may not like it. I’ve been damaged and abused thrown away locked in a prison of reckless abuse and defenceless power I couldn’t stop it or them, and baby when these lights come back on you will see me for the mess that is Timberly Roe. If I let you into my dark, will you stay?”
Her voice broken and it fucking cuts deep makes me want to scream and rip the throats out of the scum that burnt my poppet so deep that she can’t see past the damage of a little girl.
“Poppet.” Pulling her back slightly so I can look into her eyes and see her.
“Take my lighter and hold it high in the air for baby your, my home Light my way Poppet be the trail blazer for all the broken girls like you in this world stand the fuck up and scream. I'll always hear you cause Poppet you know what you're no longer riding solo.”
Her eyes fall down to my hands that now are curled around her shoulders as her hands are planted firmly over my chest she takes a long deep breath in and in one movement her lips are grazing my own, her lips hot and soft but filled with passion so fleeting that I lick along where she had just been she mirrors my movement and something flashes through her eyes and it’s then what comes from her mouth next that cut me so deep that tears prick my eyes. The next verse in the song.
"And if she’s on my lips, maybe then you’ll need me as much as you need her. Love sucks, Ghost, when you don’t know what it’s made of. With you, I’ve had so many firsts and I don’t think I can handle a broken heart when you make it all seem so perfect.”
Tears kissing her sweet pale cheeks. The song finishes, and she stops talking.
My mind reeling from the parts she had added in and how she made this song break me and pull me from the dark to realize that all along it’s her that I needed not a vein full of junk.
Lord it fucken really broke me, my body is shaking my lip trembling she broke down the walls that I had built up high years ago after the first and only heart break.
The tears start to fall down from the flood gates I had firmly cemented in my irises I'm a cold-blooded Reaper, but she cracked through not only my mind but my soul.
“Poppet, I hate seeing you cry, I hate seeing you break, and I fucken hate that you are sitting here seeing me cry.”
Wiping the fucking tears from my face with the back of my hand fucking crying is a sign of weakness and I hate that.
I AM NOT WEAK... But with her I am so disarmed.
I hate feeling weak this woman does so much to my soul that it scares the hell out of me I am an executioner to the dead men walking and now look I'm bought to my fucking knees by the girl who plays with rosary beads and hide behind her glass blue eyes.
“I promise to always give you my truth, if you promise to give me yours, you can't lie to me, Ghost, not again, not ever.”
Her breath falls out over me shivers run down my spine this woman has it all beauty, balls and sweetness, love and compassion and most of all she sees me and isn’t scared well not yet anyway time will tell if she can handle the ride that is the Reaper. Breathing her in pulling my body up so that I feel all of her under my skin, my hands run up under her clothing I need her skin on my skin.
I need her now more than I’ve needed any hit of lady love.
“Poppet, I promise to always give you just what you need, I'll fight for you and I will win. I'll drink you in daily you will be my new drug now and always as long as you promise me that your mind is open lacing it with the taste of me so that you won't run when the monster comes out to feed.”
My words needy to my ears and it haunts me, the way she can break me.
“You will always be my poison and now I’ll be your poison babe” her fingers graze over the lines in my forehead the etched marks my map, of the hard life I have lived.
“I'm not an angel, Ghost, so don’t place me that high. You know what? Words are too heavy right now, take me to bed and make me yours, ‘cause it's you I want forever, I need you now.”
Shaking my head searching her eyes for any worry.
Doubt.
Regret.
A hint of sin with a fire of lust is all that greets me and I fucking love it. She’s the fire to my ice. I’m the heat to her flame. And she? Well she will always outweigh the smoke of my shame. Sins and blood.
Love will be our new drug.
We will be fucking unstoppable her and I.