Edge of Chaos (8 page)

There’s a loud
knocking on the front door.

Kayla jumps up
from her recliner and hurries to see who it is. She opens it without thinking
and steps back to the side.

“You’re early—” she
begins, but stops mid-sentence.

Standing in the
doorway is her ex- boyfriend, Harbinger biker, Dillon. He’s brought company as
well; a rather nasty-looking brute and fellow outlaw biker she’s seen only once.
She has no idea why they’re standing on her doorstep.

“Aren’t you going
to let us in?” Dillon asks, as his eyes take liberties with her body.

Her shorts are far
too short and flimsy to withstand the scrutiny from Dillon’s prying eyes.
Suddenly aware that she is lacking a bra, Kayla crosses her arms in an attempt
to cover herself.

“Well, are you or
aren’t you?” Dillon presses.

“What the hell are
you doing here? And no, I’m not letting you guys in.”

“Look, I just
wanted to talk and I brought Kurt here as a witness to my very honorable
intentions. I feel like we left things…a bit strained if you will…”

“If I will?” Kayla
asks with a laugh. “If I will? Honorable intentions? Since when do you talk
like that Dillon?” she asks.

“Since I've
decided to make some changes in my life,” he replies.

“Look Dillon, I’m
glad you’re making changes, I really am, but it’s time for me to move on.”

“I don’t
understand, Kayla. I am doing everything you wanted. I’m a different person
now, completely.”

“Yes, I’m sure you
are,” Kayla lies. “Now I really need to be going.”

She starts to shut
the door and nearly succeeds but for Dillon’s boot preventing complete closure.
Instead of moving his foot out of the way, Dillon lowers his shoulder, takes
one big step and all of a sudden Kayla is sprawled out on the floor of her
hallway with Dillon and Kurt looming dangerously over her.

“Look,” Kayla
says. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her voice from shaking in fear.
“Someone’s coming over. In fact, he’ll be here any second, so you should leave
now.”

“Who?” he asks. An
ugly look is starting to come over his face. “Who’s coming over? Is it a guy?
You’d better not be seeing other guys or it’s gonna get real ugly, real fast.”

Kayla’s heart is
pounding in her chest. Icy cold fear is beginning to seize control over her
mind as images of her last encounter with Dillon come unbidden to her mind. She
scoots backward, trying to put some distance between herself and Dillon’s size
thirteen boots.

“Who is it, Kayla?
If you’re seeing another guy, you’d better tell me now.”

“Really, Dillon? I
thought you changed, but you come barging in here just like you always do
whether I want your company or not. You just told me two minutes ago that you
are a changed man, but you’re behaving like—”

“Shut up!” he
shouts, and then he catches himself and takes a deep breath. “I’m trying to make
some changes for you…us. But how can I do that when you keep throwing my past
up in my face?”

“You’re supposed
to be making changes for yourself, not for me Dillon!”

“Why the hell
would I want to do that? If I can’t have you, there’s no point changing
anything. Geez, you can really be dumb for a nurse sometimes, Kayla.”

“I’m a Physician’s
Assistant, not a nurse; big difference, Dillon, now would just please leave and
show me you are a changed man.”

“Okay fine.”
Dillon actually takes a step backwards and begins to turn back to the door. It
appears he has every intention of leaving.

“What’re you doing,
man?” asks his friend. “You promised we’d have some fun here and now we’re just
leaving? What the hell?”

Dillon stops in
his tracks and it appears he’s having some inner struggle between evil and… and
a little less evil.

Finally, one side
wins out. “Sorry Kayla, but I did make a promise…”

Kayla opens her
mouth to scream, but a boot stomping down on her stomach turns the scream into
a desperate gasp to get oxygen as all the air in her lungs is forced out in one
big burst.

Kurt steps in,
slamming the door behind him. He turns and locks the deadbolt. Kayla gets up to
her knees and tries to stand, using the small hall table as a prop. Dillon sees
what she is doing and gives the little table a kick. His steel-toe boot strikes
a spindly leg, breaking the table in half. Kayla crashes on the floor again.

A small object
rolls to a stop out of Kayla’s reach. It’s her pepper spray. She’d put it on
her table just in case, but never thought she’d actually have to use it. She
starts to get up to a crawling position when she feels a boot on her ass and suddenly
she’s sprawling face first on the carpet. Laughter fills her ears as she feels
around for her spray.

“Why don’t you
stay right there, Kayla?” Dillon says. “No point in standing. You’re gonna end
up on your face again anyway.”

Dillon reaches
down, grabs Kayla’s left shoulder and flips her over. As Kayla turns, she
brings up her right hand just inches from Dillon’s face. She is holding the
pepper spray. She depresses the trigger. Instantly, Dillon finds out just how
effective pepper spray can be, especially at close range. He stumbles backwards
and goes down hard against Kurt’s legs knocking him off balance. His vision
begins to go black as he hits his head against the door knob.

Kayla takes advantage
of the moment and literally climbs over Dillon as she brings her weapon to bear
on Kurt. He throws his hands up but it’s too late! He too gets a face full of
pepper spray. Not wanting to stop here, Kayla actually climbs back over the
howling Dillon. He tries blindly to grab her, but can’t get a grip and Kayla
stumbles to her hall closet. She opens the door and fumbles around; but just as
she makes contact with the cool metal tube of her weapon, a pair of hands yanks
her backwards and away from the closet.

Kayla screams and
kicks viciously at the hands holding her legs, but Dillon has an iron grip. He
may still be blinded, but he is deadly strong. Kayla makes one last swipe for
the weapon and just manages to grab it. Dillon yanks her leg again and this
time she lets him pull her towards him. As he does, she flips over on her back
and shoves the steel barrel of the shotgun in Dillon’s face. Both men freeze
when they hear the unmistakable sound of a pump action shotgun chambering a
round.

“Get the fuck
out!” she screams as her finger begins to depress the trigger. “Get out or I’ll
blow both your heads off!”

Neither men
attempt to draw their own weapons. Instead, they feel around for the door in a
blind panic until they locate the knob. It takes a minute for them to realize
they’ve locked the door and another to manipulate the lock and get the door
open. Then they’re stumbling down the side walk and over to their bikes. Kayla
stands in the door way and watches as the two men wipe their eyes repeatedly
until they’re able to see well enough to ride their bikes. She resists the
temptation to shoot indiscriminately at them. No point in getting the
neighbors, and then the police involved. She’s pretty sure they won’t be coming
back ever again.

When they finally
depart, Kayla locks the door and goes in the kitchen to find something strong
to drink. She settles on a glass of red wine and collapses on her couch to
decompress. Her hands begin to shake. Suddenly, she can’t breathe and she has
to set her glass down to keep from dropping it. She begins to get light-headed and
the room starts spinning.

“What the hell?”

She forces herself
to breath slower even though her body’s telling her she needs more oxygen.
Finally, she buries her face in a pillow and that does the trick. Pretty soon,
she’s breathing normally and the dizziness has gone. She checks her pulse;
seventy-five and even. Kayla picks up her glass and takes a long drink. What an
afternoon.

Kayla’s about to
pour herself another glass of wine when, all of a sudden, she just can’t stand
to be in her house any longer. She quickly changes into a pair of skinny jeans,
a white cotton tee, and her favorite pair of tennis shoes. When she first pulls
out of the driveway in her new Camaro, she has no idea where she wants to go;
all she knows is that she has to get away.

After about
forty-five minutes of driving around aimlessly, she suddenly realizes where she
is; Luke’s neighborhood. And, without knowing why, she just turns and makes a
beeline for Luke’s house. She’s surprised to see his bike sitting in the
driveway. Maybe he works nights. She pulls over at the curb in front of his
house. For the next ten minutes, she sits behind the wheel, trying to find a
good reason for being here. Finally, she decides on the truth. She’s just too
freaked out right now to stay alone in her house. She gets out and walks up to
the front door. She’s about to knock when the door opens and Luke is standing
there. Kayla has always prided herself on the fact that she is seldom swayed by
someone’s physical attributes; she’s more of a,
what’s on the inside
,
type of girl. Well, she was until she met Luke.

Her heart flutters
in her chest, seeing him standing in the doorway with nothing but a pair of
black jeans on. He’s not wearing a belt and his jeans are hanging loosely
around his hips. She can’t help but stare, and stare she does; this time
beginning from his broad shoulders and his colorful tattoos. She allows her
eyes to caress his powerful chest, letting them examine each bullet wound and
every jagged slash from a knife. One more time her eyes find the hash marks
running down the length of his bicep on his right arm and she is disturbed to
find that there are two new ones in the process of healing. Kayla doesn’t even
know what the markings are for but she is disturbed, nonetheless.  Her gaze is
drawn further downwards to the finest abs and sexiest oblique’s she’s ever
seen. She deftly unsnaps his jeans with her hungry eyes. She licks her lips as
the zipper parts to reveal the ultra- thin, taut material stretched across his
manhood.

“Kayla, what are
you doing here?” he asks, breaking her train of thought.

“What?
Oh…yeah…there was a little problem at home and I just had to get out…”

“Oh no! Come in.”

Luke stands aside
and lets Kayla squeeze past him and into his house. It is modern and very
tasteful. Everything, from the kitchen appliances to the leather furniture, seems
expensive. Kayla flops down on the living room sofa without being invited. She
can hear the tinkling of glass, ice, and the pop of a cork, coming from the
kitchen. A few minutes later, Luke emerges with two glasses filled with a light
amber liquid. He has put his shirt back on.

Seeing the
question in her eyes, he simply replies, “I don’t like being treated like a
piece of meat.”

“I see,” Kayla
replies. “Is that why you answered your door almost naked?”

“Did you enjoy
your snack just then?” Luke asks.

“I’m not gonna lie
to you. I found the main course a trifle disappointing.”

“Well,” he begins,
“It’s too bad you won’t be having the desert. I hear it’s exquisite!”

“I’m sure you do
hear it…from yourself,” Kayla replies with a mischievous smile forming on her
lips.

He hands her a glass.
“So tell me what happened,” he says, changing the subject dramatically.

Kayla takes a deep
breath and tells Luke everything that has just happened. She explains her whole
relationship with Dillon; what initially attracted her to him and why despite
the abuse it’s hard to just up and sever all ties.

Luke listens, nods
and just lets her talk. No wonder she’s dead set against getting involved with
another biker. Her last experience was enough to push her into lesbianism. Luke
sneaks a glance at his watch; it’s nearly five in the evening.

“Would you like a
drink?” Luke asks.

“Sure…”

“What would you
like? I’ve got wine, Corona’s, tequila, Jack—"

“A Corona would be
great actually,” Kayla replies.

Luke comes back in
with a pair of Corona’s with limes. Kayla smiles and takes the proffered drink.
Dillon would never have treated her like this. For one thing, she would be getting
the beers, not him. She takes a long drink savoring the cool liquid all the way
down to her stomach and little by little she begins to feel better about being
in the home of another biker.

Suddenly, Luke sets
his glass on the coffee table, walks over to where Kayla sits, and leans down
to her. He takes her chin and gently lifts it up to where their mouths meet; and
it’s electric! Kayla’s body becomes a big bundle of nerves singing the praises
of Luke as his hands are everywhere at once. Her tee shirt, followed by her bra
and his jeans, pools the floor. Luke kisses her neck with wild, passionate
abandon and Kayla is left breathless. She shoves his head down to her breasts.
When he finds her nipples, he sends lightning bolts of pleasure from one hot spot
to another, nipple to brain to hot pussy and back to breast again. It’s a non-
stop hedonistic lick-suck fest. As he works his way down, past her breasts to
the bottom of her rib cage and then to her flat, taut tummy, her skin comes
alive. Even the little short bursts of air from his flared nostrils makes her
tingle with pleasure. Kayla surrenders to unbridled ecstasy when his lips reach
her sex.

Luke seems to know
her body far better than she herself. When they move from the couch to the bed,
Kayla does something she has never been able to do before; she takes the lead.
In prior lovemaking, it was all about what was being done to her body; whether
it was to make her feel good or to make her partner, Dillon, feel good. She
could never have taken control with Dillon, nor would she have wanted to. She
didn’t desire him enough to put out any effort to please him or herself. It was,
after all, a seriously one-sided affair.

Luke flops down on
the bed first and lies there on his back, seemingly unashamed of his own
reaction to their lovemaking, and for a second she can do no more than stare;
he looks that good. Then she falls on his rigid frame, determined and driven to
give him the same panoramic sexual experience encompassing his mind, body and
soul. His masculine scent is both dizzying and captivating. As their hips join
and move in concert, she can’t help but inhale deeply as she tries to fill her
soul and drive out any last remnants of the injuries at Dillon’s hands. It’s
not until they are completely spent that she realizes what a cathartic
experience this has been and maybe, just maybe she can let go a little of her
damaged past.

As they spoon
dreamily on Luke’s bed, Kayla lets her mind drift in and out of consciousness.
She moves easily from one sequence to another as her mind recounts the time she
has had with Luke and how very different he is from Dillon. But Luke has his
secrets too and though she’s not sure if she can have a serious relationship
with someone having a double life, it feels as if she’s already attached to him…