8 Mile & Rion (16 page)

~Emily Bronte

This time would be different. Now that I was given a small glimpse into what he struggled with, I knew where to tread lightly. Jill
the whore
, did a number on him and it was going to take some time to get him past it. I made myself a promise right then and there that if I ever met her, I’d break her fucking nose.

That was going to have to wait because right now, I had Loyal right where I wanted him. Heavy on top of me. He opened his mouth to say it, but I already knew what he would say so I made it easier on him. “You control this, you control me.”

“Fuck,” he moans, grabbing both hips and pulling me toward him. His kiss starts off tender, exploratory even. When my hands cover his head, I pull him toward me, letting him know it feels good. His hands grip me with intent and in my life I’ve never felt so cherished. When he sits back on his heels I take my shirt off slowly, leaving the bra in place for him to remove. He pulls me up, reaches around the back and with nimble fingers releases the hooks letting me spill into his waiting hands. My own hands make my way under his t-shirt and I play with his chest hair, then trail my fingers along his stomach. When he moans I lightly take his nipple between two fingers and tug. “Do that again,” he growls down at me. Repeating the step, he growls even louder. “Enough,” he orders and I allow my hands to drop. “My pants, take ‘em off.”

Unzipping him, I pull his jeans open enough for him to sit back and ease them off. When he comes back to me just in his boxers, it takes all my effort not to reach in and…”Give me your legs.”

Doing so he yanks my pants off in one big pull leaving me in my panties. Thank god I planned ahead and wore the good ones today. “Need you wet,” he says reaching forward.

“Feel me,” I encourage him, taking his hand and placing it between my legs. For a second he just blinks before touching me softly. Moving the material aside he runs a large finger over me and I shiver.

“You like that,” he says doing it again.

“I love it,” I tell him truthfully. In one quick move he rips them off and uses his knees to spread me open. Leaning forward he pins me down again and as much as I want to use my hands to touch him, I told him we’d do this his way, even if it killed me.

“Inside you,” he says, taking himself in hand. I want to take his boxers off but if he wants them on, so they stay on. This time. “I’ll try not to---”

“You won’t hurt me,” I remind him. “Fuck me, Loyal. It’s what we both want.”

Seeming to make a decision, he slides inside of me on a groan of pure bliss. I don’t think he was even aware he made the sound but it was beautiful to hear. Wasting no time, he finds a rhythm that was both aggressive and slow. Using my legs to keep the pace going, I feel his sweat drip on to my skin. My moans fill the room but not his. This was Loyal reverting to what he was used to.

“Let go,” I whisper. “I want to hear you, actually I
need
to hear you.”

Closing his eyes tight, he does nothing for a heartbeat or two and I wait for him to make a decision. When he doesn’t, I lean up and bite down on his nipple hard. That did the trick because for the next few minutes he was all about letting go. So much that his moans drowned the sound of mine and the most amazing words fell from his mouth, all of them dirty.

“Feel good?” he asks me.

“Feels great,” I reply.

“Going to kiss you,” he says, leaning in and so it goes a little while longer. He kisses me deep, fucks me deeper and I can feel him harden even more signaling he’s close.

“Need to come,” he says.

“Come baby,” I encourage him.

“You first,” he says pulling out. “Always you first.”

“Oka---“I try to say but when he settles between my legs and his tongue swipes across my clit, my back bows, cutting off all words. “Do it again,” I beg him and he does. Jesus, that felt good. Too good, I was so close my body was tingling.

“Suck on it?” he asks but I wasn’t sure if he meant me or him so I just nod trying to sit up. When his lips secure themselves to my clit I got it. He meant me. I let him know it too when I started screaming through my orgasm. He never removed his lips, he only sucked harder as I rode it out with his mouth taking the reward.

“Oh my god,” I groan. “That was….”

“Good?”

“Fucking amazing,” I tell him, pulling him back up to me with my feet. “You need to come now Loyal and I want to hear it. Can you do that for me?”

“Do anything for you,” he says, finding his way back in and picking up where he’d left off. Once he’s fully seated, he grips me hard again. I try moving my hands but he still wasn’t having it. I was starting to get frustrated but locked it down. This was about him, I had to relax and let him do this his way.

“How do I feel?”

“Tight,” he moans. “Wet,” he moans again and then leans forward biting my neck. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I whisper feeling another orgasm coming on.

“No one else,” he says, pounding me. “Kill him,” he growls pounding me harder. “Love you,” he says, all but yelling and that’s what sent me over. As I scream out my own joy, he absolutely roars with his release and it was so violent for him he collapsed on top of me. When he rolls over freeing me, I run my hands all over him and he does the same for me. Minutes later he asks me, “Did I hurt you? Say anything I shouldn’t have?”

That’s when it hits me and pretty much breaks my heart. “No, you were perfect,” I whisper. “Absolutely perfect.” I hurt because he didn’t realize what he’d said, though to me it was what I’d been waiting my whole life for. Keeping the tears in, I remind myself that tonight was a breakthrough. He may not be aware he’d said it, but I was.

I just didn’t know if he meant it.

‘For me, it seems to help me take the pressure off if I don't pay attention to what other people are telling me.’

~Missy Franklin

Sex with Rion was fucking perfect. She let me have control and never bitched about how I used it. I have dozens of ways I want to fuck her right now but haven’t acted on them yet. But I tell myself I will, eventually. For now, I’m still afraid I’ll hurt her. This morning I asked her if she had any resources to find someone. Just like that, she offered to call in a favor to her friend Lina to find my brother. As much as I can’t stand the guy, I still worry about him. He owed her ten large and that’s steep for anybody, but since he could never hold down a damn job it might as well be a million because he won’t have it.

He hung her out to dry and I’m pissed about that. She sold her fucking car to get this business out of the red and she shouldn’t have had to do that either. He owes and one way or another, he’s going to pay up. Problem was, outside of talking on the phone I haven’t seen him in almost twenty years. If he walked up to me, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t recognize him.

While she’s across the hall working, I’m taking even more of my therapist’s advice and getting closure. Making a phone call from the apartment because I don’t want her having my cell number, I block the number and keep it brief when I get her voicemail.

“Changed my accounts. Get a second fucking job. You’re done living off me and check the mail. You got shit coming soon, I expect it signed.”

Hanging up, I felt good that I put that plan into motion. After I found a website that allowed you to file without an attorney, I printed it off, filled it out and put it in the mail. She can have the damn house and everything in it. I just want it over with so I can start fresh. With what I’m making off collections I should be able to buy another truck soon. Not like I have to considering Rion likes to walk or take cabs leaving me with her car but, I can’t live off her. It isn’t right and I won’t do to her what someone else did to me.

Knocking once and heading in, I see her giving something her full attention and was slightly pissed it wasn’t on me like it usually was when I came in. “How many collections do I have today?” I ask her eager to get moving. “I’m two collections away from kicking Rio’s ass.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You listening to me at all?”

“Oh here,” she says giving me a stack. “Watch out for Lenny he’s a bit slippery and usually drunk. He doesn’t like people coming to his place. His wife doesn’t know he bets. You have to wait for him to leave. Check his file for his hangouts and pick one.”

At that moment I didn’t care about Lenny, I cared about what had her so focused she couldn’t look at me. “What’s got your attention?”

Sliding over a file I open it and then when I was finished I punched a hole in the wall. “When did you find this?”

“About two minutes before you walked in,” she says quietly. “I don’t understand what they want from me. I don’t even know who these people are!”

“They know who you are,” I remind her. “These photos are recent and I was with you when they were taken only I ain’t in them with you. This is serious, Rion. Can you think of anyone who would want to harm you?”

“What? I mean no, I don’t know! I place bets Loyal, I mean, it’s maybe not the most legit thing a girl can do, but it’s not like we rack up enemies. I was only home on weekends for the last couple of years because of work. Prior to my dad getting sick, I stayed in Ann Arbor. A few months ago, I sent a list to Lina about cops who owed but hell, it’s not like they knew I did it.”

“You still got that list?”

“Yeah but half are dead or quit their damn jobs. Plus the ones still active had their debt paid and I hired the other two. But that list wasn’t about debts it was about snuffing out bad cops.”

“Until I get answers, you stay in the building.”

“Oh hell no!” she growls. “First we get a killer security system and then we hunt the fuckers ourselves.”

“Who are we hunting Rion? We have letters and photos, that’s it. You’re staying here until I figure this out.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Loyal.”

“I’m not telling you anything, I’m asking with authority.”

“Did you just tell a joke? I think you did,” she giggles kissing me on the mouth. “Good morning, I’m sorry I forgot to say it when you walked in.”

“I’ll let it go this time,” I tell her, kissing her back “I need to run an errand,” I remind her. “Stay put until I get back.” Assuring me she’s working all day because there were big games going on, she locks the door behind me. Why I still use
errand
instead of
therapist
I don’t know but she understands what I mean and that’s all that mattered. After my appointment though, I had a collection at Lenny’s then, I was meeting Rio at Senior’s place and we were going to take this shit to the next level.

The day Senior came to my apartment and tossed a packet on my coffee table was one I’d never forget, I was eighteen. “Next month you leave for school,” he said, giving no room for argument “You’ve got an apartment and an allowance. My girl is too damn smart to spend her life making books.”

“I like making books, Senior,” I reminded him “I’m good at it.”

“You’re great at it,” he corrected “But this place won’t be here forever. I need to know you’re safe---taken care of. Do this for your old man, Junior. These books aren’t going anywhere.”

As always, I did what he asked me to do because I wanted him to be proud. Despite my heart not being in it I became an attorney. Not the best one, but not horrible either. I worked for a firm just off campus making shit money. Rio knew I took bets at work and school and he supported it. Lord knows I wasn’t making a living in law. Senior knew my future wasn’t in law it was just outside of it taking bets yet he pushed for an education anyway.

This place was my life, my passion. It was Senior’s life and passion too. Getting back to work, I logged the day’s bets in and went over to my apartment to shower because tonight, whether Loyal liked it or not, we were going out. Locking up, I locate my apartment keys on the ring and turn to my door when I’m rocked upside the head. Dropping the keys in an effort to protect myself I’m hit again, this time it’s a blow to the kidneys.

“Tell your boyfriend Lenny ain’t paying shit. He fucks with me again, I kill
you
. Your old man was a cool head, you though… you sent that crazy fucker to my house. Now I gotta listen to the wife ride my ass. Senior knew better than that, guessing now you do too.”