Page 36 of Unveiled Wishes

Wreck

I stood outside his door, leaning against the frame with my forehead against the grain. He had shut the door behind him, but I hadn’t heard the lock turn in place. Not sure what to do, I just stood there, hoping he could feel my presence on the other side. I wanted him to cave, to let me in, but I understood why he wouldn’t.

Every time I refused to answer his questions, I felt him slipping away a little more. I could see it in his eyes. I pushed him for more but offered nothing in return. Our relationship wasn’t one-sided, but I couldn’t fault him if he saw it that way. He wanted the truth from me, and it had been so long that I wasn’t sure what the correct version was anymore.

I stood up straight and placed my hand against the door. “Come on, Luke,” I whispered. “Open the door and let it be alright.” I heard a soft noise on the other side. “Please don’t make me explain,” I tried again. “I can’t.”

I could have barged into his room, but I wasn’t willing to take that route. We could easily smooth out this argument, but it wouldn’t repair anything. The resentment would fester until the next time one of us brought up the future. I wasn’t willing to give in.

“What’s your story, son?” Titan had asked me when I had shown up at the gates to prospect.

“I want to prospect.” I had done my homework, and I had known that loyalty and respect ran deep in the club, but I had wanted no one to know where I had come from.

“Everyone has a story. I won’t ask again, son.” Titan had been a formidable man. Blonde hair, blue eyes, he had occupied all the air in the office. “The last thing you want to do is fuck with me.”

“I don’t want to fuck with you, but you need fresh blood.” I hadn’t meant for that to slip.

“How do you know that?” His eyes had narrowed on me. Interlocking his fingers together, he had lain them on his desk, cracking the knuckles.

“You need to cut the trees down across the street, at least the ones that are near the road. I’ve been able to watch you. Your average member is between thirty and forty, and if you’re going to keep being a one percent club, you need fresh blood. Here I am.” I had stood up straight, puffing out my chest, trying to make myself appear bigger than I was.

Titan had looked as if he wanted to strangle me over my revelation. “You need to talk, son. Otherwise, you won’t leave here in one piece.” He had stood from his chair, towering over me.

“I’ve been sleeping in the trees across from your gate.” I had hoped that was enough because I wasn’t saying anything else.

Titan had stood there and scrutinized me. I had given him the basics, but he wasn’t stupid. He had known there was more to it. There had been a knock on his office door, effectively breaking the interrogation.

A blonde-haired man had stuck his head in the door’s crevice. He had taken one look at Titan, and his mouth had dropped open, but when he had caught sight of me, he smiled. “Hey, Dad. Sorry to interrupt, but Mom wants to know if you’re almost done. She wants you to run to the store with her.”

“Pretty, this is…” he had said.

“Wreck,” I had supplied. I had wrecked everything and left.

“Wreck, this is my son, Pretty. He has no filter. Don’t be like him.” He had rubbed at his temples. “Go to the bar and sit next to Jig. When he speaks to you, tell him you’re going to prospect, and he’ll get you set up.” He had turned towards Pretty. “You’re lucky you look like your mama, otherwise, you’d be dead three times a day. Tell her I’ll meet her outside in a few.”

I lightly wrapped my knuckles on Pretty’s door, and when it didn’t open, I walked down the hall. Taking the stairs to the main room, I headed straight for the club girls. The third door on the right opened, and Peaches stuck her head out.

“I thought I’d see you tonight,” she said, leaning out into the hallway.

“You know what to do.” It was still early enough to walk away, with no one knowing about it this time. I couldn’t explain it to myself even if I tried. I’d come to Peaches a few times before, only to feel like shit the minute it was over. As I much as I thought I was free to do as I pleased, I wasn’t. I’d given my heart to the pretty blonde man upstairs. I’d just fucked up and never fully committed.

I stopped in the hallway, closed my eyes, and looked to the sky. His room was right above Peaches’, and I tried to tell him telepathically I was sorry for my indiscretions. I didn’t promise this would never happen again. I wouldn’t be able to keep it, so there was no point. Opening my eyes, I squared my shoulders and walked into the room. Peaches was naked, kneeling on the bed with her peach ass in the air.

Pretty wasn’t a small man, but I could comfortably wrap myself around him. In this position, Peaches felt just like Pretty, and as long as I didn’t call out the wrong name, I could pretend. I didn’t care if she knew or even suspected that was why I always chose her. As long as she kept her mouth shut, everything would be fine.

I leaned against the desk and stared at Peaches’ ass. Letting my mind wander, I remembered the last time I’d been with Pretty. He’d told the club that he was going on a bender after our hospital guarding duties, but in reality, he’d left his door open, and I’d spent every night in his bed.

I took a few steps towards Peaches and unbuckled my belt, making sure that the noise reached her ears. Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled my zipper down and pushed everything to the floor. Once this was over, I could quickly dress and head back to my room.

Giving my dick a few pumps, I put the condom on and entered her pussy in one stroke. “Rise to your knees.”

She knew better than to make a sound as she did as I instructed.

Grabbing her tits, I shoved her down on my dick as I pushed up into her. It wasn’t the same. Not even close.

I didn’t have it in me to take it slow. I wanted to just get this over with. She bounced on my dick as I pumped into her. I was hard, but I wasn’t even close to coming. Shoving my face into her blonde hair, I committed the cardinal sin.

“Goddamn, you drive me crazy.” It wasn’t for her, and she didn’t bother to respond. She was a club girl, and I had never shown an interest in her beyond a casual fuck. Besides, there were too many hurdles, even if I wanted to make her my Old Lady.There’s not that many to claim Pretty. Sabre doesn’t care.

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