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"I don't want to take your home."
"I'll stay there more if you want me there. You want to come here with me, that'll work too." Never thought I'd bend for a woman, but here I am, rearranging my life to accommodate her. I'm turning into that guy. I hate those guys.
"I'm gonna have shit to do, so you'll have to figure it out, but I'll be around. There'll always be someone around."
She smiles and nods, "Okay, Rampage."
Easy and compliant. Fuck, I like her that way. We had our little talk. Instead of walking her ass back into the kitchen she's standing in front of me staring.
"Yeah?" Apparently she's not done with me.
Taking a step toward me, she reaches her hand out and touches my chest where my tattoo is.
"What's up?"
"Why don't you have more tattoos?" That's an odd question.
"You want me to have more?"
Bringing those big beautiful blue eyes up to mine, she shrugs and quirks her lips, "Nah, but why only the two?"
"Because, Lala. I'm scary as fuck without a bunch. I'm six-five, and like two-eighty with scars ‘n a fuckin' rap sheet. Adding a fuck ton of tattoos to that would have every person avoiding me on the sidewalk ‘n in line at the store. I'm scary enough without ‘em babe." Shaking her head, she smiles at me.
"Well I think you're beautiful, and maybe someday, you can tell me the story of why you got the dick piercings. Not that I'm complaining, just curious." And with that, she turns on her heels leaves me staring after her, trying to figure out what she just said. Beautiful? She's had way too fucking much to drink.
Lala
I let it out. I gave some of it to someone else. All the shit I've been carrying around for years doesn't seem quite as bad when you share it with someone. Rampage knows what I've never told anyone. He let me lay some of my shit on him, and it feels good. I feel lighter. I feel happy. I woke up and told myself I would move past all this. I told myself shit would get better and it has to, because I'm gonna make it so. I got out of bed with a purpose … I got out of bed with hope.
****
A week later and I'm still here, exactly where I want to be. Tonight there are a lot of people here. Most I know, some I don't. Instead of letting the unknown and scary rule my life, I'm trying to enjoy it. I'm trying to live for today, and pray that every tomorrow is better than the last. I'm living, and tonight is no exception. There's a barbeque and I intend to enjoy it.
Leaning against the club door, I just watch him. His large body dominates that green canvas lawn chair. Anyone else would fit in it perfectly. Their shoulders wouldn't tower over the back, their legs wouldn't be uncomfortably reclined a few feet from the seat, and their arms wouldn't be visible from the sides, but Rampage? He makes that chair look awfully small.
Sitting in a biker semi-circle, Rampage grunts and grumbles with his brothers. They've been at it for a while now. Lil went over there and drug Tank off a little while ago, so I'm guessing whatever private conversation they were having is over.
It's a nice night for a cookout, the air is cool, crisp and dry. When I woke up next to Rampage this morning, I told myself today would be good, and so far it's been great. Peaches and I made breakfast for the whole club, then Lil and I went to the store with Stitch. Me and the girls spent most of our day cooking in the kitchen, but now we're cooking out and spending time enjoying it. It's been a perfect day.
Leaning over Rampages shoulders, I drape my arms down his chest. His hands are rested in his lap, both hands clutching a beer. Snaking a hand down his chest and over his stomach, I continue to move over his crotch to his hand. Snatching his beer from his hands, I try to pull away but I'm not fast enough. Wrapping his big, callused fingers around my wrist, he tugs me right back up against his back.
"The fuck ya think you're goin'?"
"You weren't done with that?" I feign innocence.
"Wasn't talkin' ‘bout the beer, Lala." I know he wasn't. Pulling my arm over his head and around the front of him, he pulls me into his lap with my back leaning against his front. "How you doin', baby?" His chin rests on my shoulder, his face pressed into my neck.
"Good," I tell him, taking a sip of his warm beer while getting comfortable on his lap. "This is gross, Rampage." I try handing it back, but he shakes his head.
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"Know that, but since you're so quick to jack my beer, why don't ya go get me a new one ‘n you can have that one," he laughs.
Leaning forward to get up, Rampage pulls me back into him, "Not lettin' your thievin' ass go yet." Wrapping a large hand around the side of my neck, he smashes his lips against mine, making me instantly wet. I want to straddle him and fuck him right here by the fire, everyone watching. He fucks my mouth with his tongue, slowly and leisurely exploring me. The scratch of his beard rubs on my face and lips and his hand tightens around the side of my neck. Sucking my bottom lip, he bites it hard and growls, "Good shit, babe." Pulling away, he gives me one last rough kiss, "Now go get me a fuckin' beer, baby." He sends me off with a hard loud smack to the inside of my thigh.
"What a bossy ass."
"Goddamn right. Don't ever forget that shit, either."
****
"You sure you want to watch this shit?" Lil warns me a while later. It's starting to get late and everyone is pretty drunk, me included. Standing right next me, her back is leaning against a pole, face hidden behind her drink. I can see Rampage off in the distance, bouncing around with a bottle of tequila in his hand, occasionally taking a long pull off of it.
"Why? Aren't they just boxing?" Her head lulls dramatically and she rolls her eyes.
"Is that what he told you?"
"Babe, they're gonna fight... bare fists," Tank says, handing Lil another beer. Bare fists? That sounds painful as hell.
"It gets kinda bloody and rowdy," Lil makes a face and looks a tad sick. That's comforting.
"Don't worry, Lala," Tank says with a note of excitement in his voice, "None of these assholes got shit on Rampage."
Famous last words.
Once the fights start, the place goes crazy. They all fall hard and fast, blood on their faces, dripping off their bodies and running down their chests. They at least get in a hit or two before Rampage takes them down. He doesn't just hit them, he crushes them. He's skilled with brutal execution and he continues to jump around, smashing his fists together, waiting for the next taker. All the guys are hollering and cheering at him. The skin around his hands and knuckles are stained red, and his jeans have blood on them.
As much as I don't want to watch, I can't look away, either. I'm riveted and in awe as I watch the way each muscle pulls in his thick arms when he reaches a large fist out to hit someone pulls me in. Sweat trickles down the hard, defined muscles of his toned back and chest. I can't help but drool at the way he grins when he wipes the blood away from his mouth. It sends something I can only describe as electric through my stomach, causing me to clench my legs together. The power and strength he possesses makes me wet − dripping fucking wet.
Rampage is a predator and a savage, where Ryan is nothing but a scavenger.
****
"Keep fuckin' you in bathrooms, Lala." Rampage growls into my ear as he leans his sweaty body into mine. The cold tile of the bathroom counter under my ass makes me shiver. Rampage made himself comfortable between my thighs as I tried to clean the blood off his face, so playing nurse isn't going to last long.
"You're not fuckin' me yet," I correct him.
A slow, lewd grin creeps over his lips, "Say it again, babe," he growls, grinding himself against me, "Say it, Lala." He demands, smacking his hand on the tiled counter, making me jump.
"Do you wanna hear me tell you how much I want you to fuck me?" I push myself into his crotch, feeling his hard dick under his pants. Wrapping my hair around his hand, he tugs it hard, angling my head back. Looking down at me he orders, "Give it to me one more time."
"Fuck me Rampage."
He watches my face while he pulls his dick out of his pants, and then he slowly slides himself into me. Inch by hard, thick inch, he makes my legs shake. As soon as his balls touch my ass, I squeeze his dick tight, just to watch the look of ecstasy on his face. It's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. My fingers grip the edge of the counter so I can pull myself closer, needing more. That hand on my leg squeezes to the point of pain, stopping me so he can push my legs up and spread me wider. With a body wracking shiver, he groans and he fucks me.