Sleepless Nights(6)

One



Seven and a half years ago…



Damien Daniels was the hottest boy in my school. Every girl wanted to have his babies. Me included, but not really. I was in a serious relationship, one I’d been in since I was fifteen. Three years seemed like a lot to throw away for one night in the sack. Not that Damien is a player or anything, that’s just all I would allow.

Damien was the son of Blade, the president of the Wrath MC. I listened to all the horror stories my mom told me about her bad boys. I didn’t want to end up like her. And you knew Damien was a bad boy based solely on his looks. His blonde hair was buzzed close to his head and his dark blue eyes had this seriousness to them. Plus, he had a temper the size of Texas. I’d seen him drop kick dudes for simply knocking into him. There was also a rumor he was stealing cars for his dad and his chop shop. I didn’t know if that one was true or not.

My boyfriend Victor had been shipped off to Iraq three weeks ago. It seemed like an eternity to me but I knew I had a long road ahead of me. I mean, he graduated early just to join the army with his best friend. Like Talon really needed to have Victor watch his back. Believe me, Talon could handle himself.

I take a look at my black hair in the mirror I have inside my locker door. Normally it’s not so frizzy but I couldn’t keep it sleek with the AC out in the high school. I used to attend a private school, Meadows, but I had some trouble with a few girls there. Mostly they kept hitting on my boyfriend like I wouldn’t care or some shit. So I busted a few heads together. Then I got expelled and sent to the public high school -- that needs better funding for the AC.

My makeup is starting to run down my face and I use my finger to wipe the mascara away from under my eyes. I pull out my lip gloss and spread some across my heart shaped lips and smack them together.

I suddenly feel eyes on the side of my face and I turn to meet a pair of serious blue eyes. His full bottom lip pulls up into a half smile. He holds books in his arms making his biceps bulge. His nose is long and straight, no break in the bone like his little brother’s. His eyebrows are well maintained which is rare in this place. Just because you’re a guy doesn’t mean you can’t get your eyebrows waxed. They don’t have to look like a chicks or anything. Bushy eyebrows just look…gross.

Damien continues to stare at me and I feel my blood start to heat. More sweat beads along my brow making the heat in this place even worse. Getting irritated at my reaction to him, I snap out, “What?”

He chuckles and takes a step closer to me. His eyes land on my lips and stay there. That’s when the tingles start to caress my body like a gentle lover’s hands. “Not a thing Glossy,” he whispers, finally looking up at my eyes before backing away.

I want to groan because I know what that means. Don’t ever let a biker boy give you a nickname. It’s the end of your life as you know it. “My name is Ashley. Not Glossy. And if you call me that again, I’ll cut off your balls.”

He stops in his tracks a few feet away and turns around slowly to face me. Everyone around us has stopped what they were doing to watch. You don’t threaten Damien without any consequences. “I know what your name is. But I’ll just stick with Glossy. You puttin’ that shit on your lips, well, it makes a guy think about those glossy lips wrapped around his dick.”

I feel my cheeks light on fire and I clench my fists. I close my locker door without looking and walk until I’m right in his face. “I would, if there was anything to get my lips around.” I look down at his pants where I’m sure his dick is anything but small. But you want to piss off the bull, tell him he’s got a small dick.

He lowers his mouth until it’s right next to my ear. “Baby, my cock is anythin’ but small. But you already knew that. Keep talkin’ back to me and tryin’ to put me in my place,” he says, his breath lingering along the shell of my ear. “It’s turnin’ me on somethin’ fierce,” he finishes with a whisper as I gasp.

I scrunch up my nose like what he says repulses me, but we all know it doesn’t. But I also don’t want to turn him on anymore, so I turn around and head in the opposite direction. If I had looked back I would have seen the first real smile Damien Daniels had smiled in years.



Damien



“I think someone has a crush,” Ryan murmurs as he walks up beside me in the hallway. The heat in this place is unbearable and watching Ashley Southerland’s ass sway away from me doesn’t help. My fuckin’ dick is so hard right now I don’t think I can walk.

I ignore my brother and turn around to limp outside of the school. I don’t have to explain myself to him anymore than I have to explain myself to anyone. My life and my rules for livin’ it. But he’s right. I have a crush and for the first time, I don’t know what to do about it.