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Authors: Roxie Noir
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drive him to a cheap motel. Yeah, it’s three halves, but I’m baffled and angry and fractions aren’t at the forefront of my mind right now.
I clear my throat and turn the keys. My car makes a scraping sound, because it’s already on, and I pull out of the spot and drive out of San Rafael. I don’t see Stone anywhere.
I drive home too fast, but I don’t get stopped.
7
Stone
M y heart is pounding as I walk away from Luna. I’m not going anywhere, I just know that I have to be far away from her, now , because I can’t trust myself around her.
You can’t get attached, and she deserves better , I think over and over again.
With every step I’m afraid that the primal, screaming thing inside me will take over and I’ll walk back to Luna and get in her car.
Hell, I don’t even know that I’d make it inside her car. The street is pretty dark and maybe no one would notice if I pushed her onto the hood, pulled her shorts down and tasted her right there, listening to her gasp in the cool night air.
My dick twitches, and I tighten my fists again.
Fucking stop it , I think. You just need to get laid so you can stop thinking about her.
After a while I realize I’ve walked back to the bar, my hands clenched into fists in the pockets of my leather jacket. I pull open the door and step inside one more time. The bachelorette party is gone, and it’s more crowded now, full of locals and people on vacation. I stand to one side and look around for a moment.
She doesn’t even have to be attractive , I think. She just has to be willing .
An older brunette catches my eye, and while she’s looking at me, she puts her lips around a straw and takes a slow sip of whatever she’s drinking.
Think about those lips sucking your cock, I command myself. I bet she’s horny as hell. I bet she’d moan while she sucked you off, she looks like that kind of girl.
I lose focus for half a second, and suddenly, I’m imagining Luna again, on her knees, looking up at me with those deep, teasing brown eyes. I stiffen so fast it almost hurts.
“Fuck this,” I mutter to myself, and leave the bar again.
In moments I’m on my bike, wheeling it out of the parking lot, and then I’m riding slowly through the quiet streets of San Rafael, heading for Highway 1. I head south, open it up, and soon I’m doing seventy-five, the single headlight casting a bright cone onto the road in front of me.
Think about something else . Anything else .
I try. I think about the Syndicate shaking the trees. I think about my gun and wonder whether they’re coming for me at all.
I think about the complicated engine rebuild I’m helping Eddie with. I think about the stacks of boxes that I still have in my house, full of things like dishes and clothes and towels and bed linens.
Tony and the whole Witness Protection program are really, really trying, and I owe them. But once I unpacked the bare minimum of things I needed — and for me, it’s not much — I couldn’t ever find the motivation to unpack the rest.
The truth is, deep down, I’ve always known I’m doomed. Ever since I moved to Tortuga, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even though I started over fresh, there’s no escaping my own nature, so of course they were always going to find me. That’s the only thing that makes sense.
Happy endings are for other people. I’ve known that for almost as long as I can remember.
I slow a little and round a curve. Luna’s face pops into my head again, shoving her wild mane of hair out of her face, laughing at something I’ve said.
That’s another reason you can’t have her , I tell myself. Because she deserves a happy ending, and you know you can’t give her that.
I’m fucked up, and at twenty-nine, I’ve spent more of my adult life behind bars than paying the rent. The longest I’ve had a girlfriend was two weeks, and that was because she went on vacation and I couldn’t break up with her sooner.
When people disagree with
I clear my throat and turn the keys. My car makes a scraping sound, because it’s already on, and I pull out of the spot and drive out of San Rafael. I don’t see Stone anywhere.
I drive home too fast, but I don’t get stopped.
7
Stone
M y heart is pounding as I walk away from Luna. I’m not going anywhere, I just know that I have to be far away from her, now , because I can’t trust myself around her.
You can’t get attached, and she deserves better , I think over and over again.
With every step I’m afraid that the primal, screaming thing inside me will take over and I’ll walk back to Luna and get in her car.
Hell, I don’t even know that I’d make it inside her car. The street is pretty dark and maybe no one would notice if I pushed her onto the hood, pulled her shorts down and tasted her right there, listening to her gasp in the cool night air.
My dick twitches, and I tighten my fists again.
Fucking stop it , I think. You just need to get laid so you can stop thinking about her.
After a while I realize I’ve walked back to the bar, my hands clenched into fists in the pockets of my leather jacket. I pull open the door and step inside one more time. The bachelorette party is gone, and it’s more crowded now, full of locals and people on vacation. I stand to one side and look around for a moment.
She doesn’t even have to be attractive , I think. She just has to be willing .
An older brunette catches my eye, and while she’s looking at me, she puts her lips around a straw and takes a slow sip of whatever she’s drinking.
Think about those lips sucking your cock, I command myself. I bet she’s horny as hell. I bet she’d moan while she sucked you off, she looks like that kind of girl.
I lose focus for half a second, and suddenly, I’m imagining Luna again, on her knees, looking up at me with those deep, teasing brown eyes. I stiffen so fast it almost hurts.
“Fuck this,” I mutter to myself, and leave the bar again.
In moments I’m on my bike, wheeling it out of the parking lot, and then I’m riding slowly through the quiet streets of San Rafael, heading for Highway 1. I head south, open it up, and soon I’m doing seventy-five, the single headlight casting a bright cone onto the road in front of me.
Think about something else . Anything else .
I try. I think about the Syndicate shaking the trees. I think about my gun and wonder whether they’re coming for me at all.
I think about the complicated engine rebuild I’m helping Eddie with. I think about the stacks of boxes that I still have in my house, full of things like dishes and clothes and towels and bed linens.
Tony and the whole Witness Protection program are really, really trying, and I owe them. But once I unpacked the bare minimum of things I needed — and for me, it’s not much — I couldn’t ever find the motivation to unpack the rest.
The truth is, deep down, I’ve always known I’m doomed. Ever since I moved to Tortuga, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even though I started over fresh, there’s no escaping my own nature, so of course they were always going to find me. That’s the only thing that makes sense.
Happy endings are for other people. I’ve known that for almost as long as I can remember.
I slow a little and round a curve. Luna’s face pops into my head again, shoving her wild mane of hair out of her face, laughing at something I’ve said.
That’s another reason you can’t have her , I tell myself. Because she deserves a happy ending, and you know you can’t give her that.
I’m fucked up, and at twenty-nine, I’ve spent more of my adult life behind bars than paying the rent. The longest I’ve had a girlfriend was two weeks, and that was because she went on vacation and I couldn’t break up with her sooner.
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