“Don’t matter. She still deserves to know.”
“Why are you always on her side, Spike? I know you two were friends and all that bullshit, but honestly, sometimes I think you wish you picked her!”
I sigh. Here we fuckin’ go again. I love my wife, fuckin’ adore her, but fuck...she gets something in her head and she don’t let it go. On and on, around and around, we go on about Ciara and my friendship with her.
I’ve been tryin’ for motherfuckin’ years to get in contact with her and attempt to make things better, but she won’t hear it. My fault, really. I fucked her and treated her like shit. She thinks it was to get back at Cheyenne, and part of it was, but shit...most part was ‘cause I wanted inside that girl from the day she turned eighteen and it was the best fuckin’ night of my life. Cheyenne will never know that, though. No, she’d flip her fuckin’ lid.
“Enough of that shit, Cheyenne. We’ve talked about it, and I told you to fuckin’ stop bringin’ it up. I’m only thinkin’ of you and your relationship with her.”
“Yeah, one that she refuses to have because she doesn’t like that you picked me.”
I sigh again. “Don’t fuckin’ matter why, I think you need to tell her.”
“You know she hasn’t called Momma for months?”
Can’t say I blame her. Their mother is a cunt. Yep, a cunt.
“Your Momma treats her like a dog.”
Cheyenne crosses her arms. “She does not.”
“Babe, I’m done talkin’ about this. I’m sick of it and it’s startin’ to piss me off. If you want to keep goin’ on about it, I’m leavin’ to go and see the boys.”
Seeing that she’s not going to get any further with me, her eyes soften and she steps forward. “You know I love you, and I love Ciara, but this is my moment...I want to enjoy it. It’s not always about her.”
No, it’s never about her, that’s the fuckin’ problem.
“Yeah babe, whatever you want.”
“I love you, Spike...you know that...”
“I know.”
“And you love me?”“Forever sunshine...”
And forever is a fuckin’ long time.
~*~*~*~
PAST - CIARA
“She was a virgin, you piece of shit!”
I can hear my sister screaming at Danny downstairs, but I can’t bring myself to move. Tears stream down my face, the reality of the situation crushing my soul. Danny had sex with me last night, and for a while, I thought it was because he wanted to. Turns out, it was all for Cheyenne’s benefit. She went off on one of her little fits, and decided to use another man to make him jealous. Angry, he came to find me, and one thing led to another. I didn’t tell him it was my first time. I came home, sobbing because I figured it out, and my sister found me. She asked me what happened, I told her, and everything came to light. She was jealous and angry, and I was downright heartbroken.
“I didn’t fuckin’ know!”
“How could you?! How could you fuck her, Spike?”
“Thought you were movin’ on. I was sick of playin your fuckin’ games.”
“So you fucked my sister to get back at me?”
That hurts, God, it hurts. I heave and my eyes burn from the salty tears continually leaking out of them. I wrap my arms around my mid-section and I cry and cry. A revenge fuck. That’s what I was. A fucking revenge fuck! I was no more than a way to get back at Cheyenne.
He broke me. He truly tore me apart. My body is aching, a reminder of what went on last night. I’m trying not to think about it, but the images are haunting me. The way he touched me, the way he ran his fingers over my body...god...he made it feel so real. I thought it was real.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he growls, swirling his tongue around my clit.
I arch my back, gripping the sheets and whimpering his name. Over and over, his tongue swirls around my swollen nub, bringing me to orgasm embarrassingly fast. His fingers are deep inside me, pressing, causing me to become wet around him. His lips have been all over my body. Every part of me is now his.
I will never forget the moment he moves up my body. His eyes are on mine, and oh, I’m desperate to kiss him. He hasn’t kissed me, I don’t know why, and I don’t care. He’s here. He’s with me, and that’s all that matters. I watch with hooded eyes as he rolls on a condom. He removed the spikes; he must have taken them out before he came here, because I can’t see them and I’ve heard from enough sources that they’re there.
His body moves over mine, and he puts his lips to my shoulder, soothing me before he presses inside. A stab of pain travels through my body, and I take hold of him, whimpering. He pushes in further, growling loudly and tangling his fingers in my hair. I cry out, but it sounds so similar to a cry of pleasure that Danny doesn’t notice it’s that of pain, too. He sheaths himself, and then gently pulls back out.
“You’re so tight, baby, so tight.”
I shudder, and wrap myself around him, tilting my hips to meet each of his deep, intense thrusts. The pain eventually eases and is replaced by pleasure so powerful, my mind spins. I close my eyes, arching my back and whimpering his name as he moves. His growls combine with my whimpers, and we make a magical sound all of our own. I have imagined this many times over, but this, this is so much better than I could have ever dreamed up.
“She’s devastated!” Cheyenne screams, snapping me out of my moment.