Reckless Abandon (4 page)

Past

Eva

I pulled my Ford Explorer into the driveway.  I was doing my nightly routine at the gym- cardio, weight lifting, and then yoga stretches. I kept myself in great shape, per my true career; I had to keep myself in tip-top shape without leading Hunter on. I reached under the driver seat and made sure my 9mm was stowed away in the secret compartment, and I was on my way inside.

“Babe, I’m-” My sentence fell short on my lips as I saw our home in complete shambles. My bags immediately fell from my hands and crashed to the floor.  Everything was torn apart, picture frames on the walls had either fallen or were crooked, coffee and end tables were overturned in the living room. The broken lampshade projected light up on the walls. Slowly, I proceeded further down the hallway. My breathing became shallow and goose bumps broke out over my skin. The framed pictures in the hallway that led to the kitchen were unrecognizable. Broken glass crunched beneath my sneakers, one of the first pictures that had been taken of us at a clubhouse BBQ was shattered and smeared with blood.
Oh God, no.

My heart slammed against my rib cage.
He knows.
It was my initial thought, my worst nightmare come true. My breath hitched as I stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Papers, that I recognized from my “thick-as-shit” file on the Hell’s Rebels,  had now been thrown about the kitchen. Blood smeared the pages that I had spent two years gathering- photographs, payroll books, blueprints, license plate numbers, background checks, passports, and more. My badge and ID tag sat on top of the heap. Looking up, I saw the cap to the Jack Daniels bottle sitting on the countertop. A few broken glasses sat in the sink. This is not good. My heart sunk into my stomach, and then I heard shuffling.
Hunter.

“Oh good, you’re home,” I heard Hunter’s slurred words call out to me. Panicked, my eyes went to the knife block- empty. I tiptoed to the cabinet above the refrigerator, grabbing the box of honey nut Cheerios; I immediately knew the box felt too light to be hiding my .38 caliber.
Fuck!

“There she is.” Clapping, Hunter stumbled into the kitchen doorway that connected to the den he used as a man cave. I immediately spun on my heel, and held onto the refrigerator door to keep myself upright.

“Let me give you a-round-of-fuckin’-‘plause for your wonderful performance. You had us all fuckin’ fooled.”

“Hunter.” His name fell from lips on a sigh. I took the image of him in. His 6’2” muscular body swayed. He was wearing one of his signature outfits, a black crew cut t-shirt, dark-wash jeans, and black Timberland boots. The laces were undone on his boots, the jeans hung dangerously low on his hips, and he had hell in his eyes. The neck of the empty Jack bottle was tucked tightly in the crook of his elbow. I could see the dried blood on his knuckles as the last clap echoed throughout the kitchen. Hunter’s thick, tattooed forearms flexed as my eyes made their way to Hunter’s face. Dark circles surrounded his bloodshot eyes. The neck of the bottle slid into the palm of his hand.

“Don’t you even fucking say my name!” Hunter roared as he threw the empty bottle at me. I rapidly rolled to my right, avoiding the hit as the glass bottle exploded against the stainless steel surface of the fridge. My left arm rose and I tried to shield myself from the flying shards. He was on me in a second; I didn’t even have time to react. Strong, calloused hands wrapped their way around my throat, my hands grabbed onto his wrists as I was brought to my tiptoes.

“Please!” I gasped out as hot tears streamed down my face. I needed to tell him the truth before he did this.

“You FUCKING liar!” Hunter roared loudly in my face. I felt his spit against my face; his temper caused him to shake me roughly.

“Let me explain,” I choked out as I clawed his hands.

“Explain how you snuck your way into my MC, spied on my brothers and me, made me fall for you, I told you shit about my club, me, we’re fucking married for Christ sakes- is that even real?”

“Yes! It all is. Hunter,” his grip loosened somewhat as I tried to get my words out, “Hunter, I’m a federal agent. I was sent here to go undercover, to get to know your club, the Intel, get the inside on how you guys make your money. They thought Hell’s Rebels were trafficking weapons, guns, drugs, you name it-“

“We don’t do that shit!” he yelled at me, thrusting my back into the hard surface again.

“And, I know that! I was proving you innocent. I just didn’t think that I’d fall for you during my time here. I did, and this is where it’s led us, and yes- I’m your Goddamn wife! For-fucking-real.” My voice held a raspy tone as he re-tightened his grip on my neck.

“You lied to me. How am I supposed to think that what you’re saying right now is true? You lied, you’re a disgrace to my MC, what we have…had, is a fuckin’ joke.” Hunter paused, his eyes closed slowly before he opened them again to look at me with sadness and disgust.

“I love you, Hunter. You have to believe me,” I begged him as I winced in pain as his left hand left my throat and gripped my jawline.

“I don’t have to believe anything you say. I don’t feel anything for you, Eva. If that is even your real name?” Hunter’s words hit me like a physical blow to the gut. I couldn’t even hold back my tears. My entire world was falling apart right before me. I was in so deep with the MC that I grew attached to them. They were my family, my only family that I knew of. Going undercover meant me gaining a family, people who loved me, or at least the idea of me. Hunter’s deadly gaze was easing up, as he was wearing down; his red eyes were brimming with tears. He was fighting a battle all on his own.

“You and the MC are all I have, Hunter. Fuck my job, I don’t care anymore- this is us. You and me, that’s all I care about.” My eyes searched his for a reaction, something, anything.

“Oh, now you want it all, don’t you?” Hunter yelled into my face. I’d never seen him like this before.

“I’ve never stopped wanting you! I can’t deny who I really am.”

“Who you want to be,” he corrected me.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me. You’re a poser, wanna-be, fake, phony, floozy, whatever you want to call it. You’re it, because you’ll never have this life again. I don’t even know how you’re still breathing right now. For what you have done, you should be dead!” Hunter’s voice rose as the grip on my neck got tighter. My face heated as my knees slowly buckled. I clawed at Hunter’s already bloodied hands.

“Baby,” I barely got out as I saw the first tear escape his eye. My legs went out from underneath me; Hunter resumed his position as my body fell to the ground. He straddled my torso, bent on his knees above me, strangling the life out of me. He quickly glanced down at my hands, spotting my wedding ring, and a sob broke through his gritted teeth, and his hands suddenly dropped to the ground.
Thank you, Jesus!

I gulped air into my now burning lungs, which put me in a coughing fit. As soon as I made eye contact with Hunter, I cupped his head that was now bowed down, resting on my chest. Slowly, I pulled his heavy head up. Hunter’s face was now full of pain; teardrops fell from his dimpled cheeks, and onto my chest.

“I can’t…I fuckin’ love you too damn much to kill you.” His confession stilled my heart. I didn’t know what to say; all that was left was to do. Gently wiping away the sweat and tears from his face with the bottom of my tank top, I sat up on kitchen floor. Hunter sat back on his haunches, his shoulders rolled forward; the look of defeat was the very definition of how he looked. I knelt up onto my knees in front of him, our kneecaps touching. I was in love with the man who almost just killed me by asphyxiation.
I’m fucking fucked.

I know the alcohol played a part in his emotional display, but I’d never seen him like this. Broken. I stroked back his hair, and pulled him up to face me; Hunter now straightened up onto his knees, my head had to tip back so that I could see the man I loved. My eyes roamed his face, first his eyes, then his lips. Hunter was doing the same to me; the tension between us could have been cut with a knife.

“Then don’t…” I trailed off as Hunter’s lips came crashing down onto mine. I pressed my body flush with his. As he groaned I opened my mouth, welcoming him into me. Hunter’s large hands trailed down my back, and cupped my ass. Eager, he lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist. As Hunter held onto me, he pushed off the ground one leg at a time, with me latched onto the front of his body. Stumbling in the hallway, Hunter bumped my back into the wall as he stumbled over fallen picture frames. I tore my mouth away from his as I leaned back and ripped my tank and sports bra over my head.

Growling, Hunter dipped his head down, and latched onto my neck, and made his way down south. I squeezed my thighs together, unable to ignore the zing I felt in my clit. Tingles spread throughout by body. No one could do me like Hunter; he made my body feel things that were unimaginable.

“I need you,” I groaned as I felt his warm lips take hold of my right nipple. I yelped out in pleasure as he bit down on my sensitive bud.

“Hold on, baby, Hunter’s got you,” he soothed me as my hips tried to buck against his. Somehow we made it to our bedroom, our sanctuary.

Present

Hunter

You got to be fucking kidding me. She wants a man who will fight for her? She had that and fuckin’ blew it being a FED.

Past

Hunter

I don’t know how we got here, but we were. One second I had her on the floor with just seconds to spare, and then in the next the sparkle of her wedding ring caught my attention. Then, I thought of our vows we told each other that day. I couldn’t. Eva is everything I am. I fuckin’ live for this woman. The mother to our future kids. I didn’t have the fucking balls to do it. One last time, it’s what we both needed.

As soon as I felt her warm hands on my face, I was a goner. Fuck me, how did she look so beautiful after I choked the shit out of her. My handprints glowed red and angry on her neck. How is she still standing right here in front of me, instead of running away? She’s fucking stupid, and so am I. When I looked up at her sweet face, messy red hair and tear- streaked face, I needed her so fuckin’ bad. I wanted my wife, my Eva.

Scooping her tight little ass off the floor, she felt light as a feather. Fuck me for drinking so damn much tonight, getting us to the bedroom in one piece was a miracle, especially since Eva thought taking off her top and bra would speed up the process. I tossed her down on our king-sized bed. Her red hair fell out of its high ponytail. She sprung up and was immediately lifting my shirt overhead. Her greedy little mouth kissed every inch of my chest until she was trailing downward to the promise land. I wobbled at the foot of the bed as Eva undid my buckle and whipped the belt from my jeans. Eyeing my belt, she peeked up at me through those thick lashes.

“No fuckin’ games tonight, baby.” I took the belt from her hands; Eva had a weak spot for a pink ass. Fuck me, I loved that woman.

Silent, I heard her long nails unclip the button, and take ahold of my thick metal zipper. As I kicked off my boots, Eva slid down my jeans and briefs. Sitting back on her heels, Eva paused with her hands on top of her thighs.

“What’s wrong?” I pushed a strand of her hair behind her shoulder.

“I’m just memorizing you, that’s all.” A sad look crossed her face, and my chest tightened.

“Come here, baby.” Trying to not think about the aftermath of tonight, I stroked myself as I stared down at Eva’s tits, her perfectly sized breasts and her tiny dusty-pink nipples. They hardened before my eyes.

Leaning back, Eva’s legs swung around in front of her and her hair spread out underneath her. Christ, she looked like a fucking angel. Pressing up on her feet, with her shoulders against the bed, her workout pants and panties were gone in one fell swoop. Seeing her bare legs drift apart made my dick pulse. Her manicured nails drifted down the front of her body.

“Show me how wet you are.” I widened my stance to gain my balance while Eva’s fingers spread her folds, showing me that pretty pink pussy. That said pussy was gleaming with her arousal. It’s
all mine.

“I’m soaking wet, Hunter.” Her hips rolled up to her hand and she stroked her middle finger up her center and put it to her lips. Eva made sure she had my attention as her tongue slowly circled her fingertip.

“Fuck, baby,” I grunted as she went for seconds.  Eva dipped two fingers into herself as her left hand massaged her left breast, rolling her outstretched palm over her hard nipples. As she went harder, I pumped faster. I used my left hand to adjust and tug on my balls, delaying getting off. Shit, I was going to ruin her pussy tonight.

“Hunter!” My name rolled off her tongue as she sucked air in-between her teeth.  Eva pulled her hand back up, rubbing her wetness on to her right breast, further hardening her nipple. Right as she was about to lick her fingers clean, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her wrist.

“Tsk- tsk, you know better than to hold out on me. My greedy girl, going in for seconds.”

“If you don’t do something in the next five seconds, I’m finishing the job myself.”
Fuck
me
;
I knew she was telling the truth because she had done it before. Early in our dating phase, she beat me to the punch and I spanked her ass to the point where she couldn’t wear jeans for three straight days. I chuckled to myself at the memory. I lazily slapped her hands away from her pussy. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.

The bed stood up on a platform, that when Eva’s pussy was hanging over the edge, she was perfectly lined up to my cock to get a proper fucking. I rocked forward onto my tiptoes, dragging my pulsing dick between her folds. Eva moaned as she arched her back off the bed and her hands reached down on either side of her to hold onto my legs. My thighs flexed under her long nails as they grazed across my skin.

I felt her heels press down into my traps, urging me to quit my teasing.

“Hunter,” Eva begged.  I could never get tired of hearing that. But I needed to suck it all up now while I could before she was gone.

“You’re ready for me?”

“Fuck yes, now!” She dug her nails into my thighs. I held onto her ankles and plunged inside her. Eva let out a heavy sigh. Her arms went overhead and gripped the bed sheets. Her tits danced about as I found my rhythm. My balls slapped her round ass, making Eva beg for more. I let go of her ankles and threaded my arms between her feet, wrapping her legs around my waist. I pulled her up off the bed so we could switch spots. I sat on the edge of the bed as Eva straddled my cock. My right arm gripped the nape of her neck and hair. I guided her mouth to mine as my left hand reached around her waist and held her tight to me. One thing Eva excelled at was being on top. I swear she rode my dick like she was riding a damn mechanical bull. Her thick hips rolled and bucked against me. My feet planted firmly on the step of the bed’s platform.

“Oh God!” Eva wrapped her arms around my neck as she picked up the speed.

“How does it feel?” I groaned into her ear as I licked her shoulder that was a mix of sweet and salty.

“So damn good, baby, don’t stop.” Those were the only words of encouragement I needed as I flipped us back around. I laid her down on her side; Eva bent her knees as I positioned myself between her now scissored legs. My left knee came between hers and my right cradled her ass. She grabbed onto the mattress for support as I raised her left leg to rest her ankle in the crook of my neck. That position got me the furthest inside Eva. We fit together like fucking puzzle pieces.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I hammered into her. I knew she’d be left with bruises and a sore pussy tomorrow. Eva got off on me being rough with her.

“Harder! Oh yes, right there!” Her hips rocked against mine, and I could feel her insides clench around me. She was almost there. She rode out her orgasm, and collapsed down on the bed, and held on for me to finish. Eva’s tightening pussy milked it out of me. My dick pulsed and I filled Eva’s pussy to the hilt. Feeling my warmth coat her gave me a sense of dominance, control and pride. I collapsed down on top of her. Our sweaty bodies were out of breath. I rolled onto my back and took Eva with me. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and tossed it to Eva. She placed it between her thighs to capture the overflow of cum. Once we caught our breath, I traced Eva’s jawline, and hooked my pointer finger under her chin, and gently tilted her chin upward. Knowing, she tipped her head back to look at me, smile and kiss me. I held her so fucking tight that night. The alcohol and exhaustion caught up with me. Eva’s breathing slowed and she snuggled up to my chest. I held onto her naked body as I fell asleep.

The next morning…

I stretched and reached for Eva on her side of the bed. The sheets were cold and empty. I shot upward. On her nightstand laid an envelope that read my name. The closet and dressers were opened, and emptied. The pit in my stomach told me what I already knew. Eva wasn’t there. My wife was gone.

Present

Hunter

Get the fuck out of here. If Eva thinks I’ll fight for her after all this time, she has another thing coming. Just as long as we don’t have any further contact, I’m good. Get Nicole and my brothers out of here and go home. Eva has her new Old Man to keep her company. That motherfucker. I thought of his filthy hands all over her body- images of her butt ass naked riding him, and his fingers marking her with his grip. I felt a wave of territorial heat come over me- I was fucking pissed. I’m going to fuckin’ kill him just for being with my ex. Well, I guess I can’t say ex. He’s just fucking my wife. Christ, that sounds fucked up.

Nicole

The next day…

I barely slept a wink last night. I couldn’t fucking stand this place. I just needed to see Jeremy. On cue, Eva came barging into my room, that woman was on a mission. She tossed a black duffle bag down on the foot of my bed. 

“What the hell is that?” I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest.

“You look like shit. Get a shower; make sure you’re clean-shaven, and dressed. You go on in two hours.”

“Go on?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Or have you already forgotten what Jax told you, ‘you needed your rest,’ for your performance tonight.” She winked at me and headed for the door.

“I can’t believe you stand for the shit he does to you,” I called out to her as her hand reached for the doorknob. Eva paused and turned to me.

“Sometimes people aren’t what they seem, Nicole.”
What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Fuckin’ riddles.

After Eva left the room, I unzipped the bag she had left for me. I overturned the duffle and shook out the contents onto my bed. Not much but bits of fabric, makeup, hair styling products, and of course…heels.

Fuck me.

All of the lingerie was Devil’s red. It was skimpy, and left little to the imagination. I settled on a crisscross front corset and a strappy cheeky panty. I rolled up my red thigh highs that were embroidered with elaborate dark maroon stitching around the tops. I had just finished drying my hair when Eva waltzed on in. She admired me from head to toe, and looked pleased.

“What?” I questioned her through the mirror on my vanity.

“You just remind me of someone.” She looked distant. Eva almost seemed soft. Something changed since the previous day.

“And who would that be? You?” I sneered, as I laid out the makeup in front of me.

“Actually, yes.” Eva moved the heating base of the hot rollers closer to her as she picked up the comb sitting on the vanity. “Let me do this for you,” she offered as she moved toward me and gestured toward my hair. I shrugged.
Okay, the ice queen may have a soul after all.

As she started to comb the front of my hair, she said, “You remind me of me. Not me now, but me before there was a me and Jax.” As Eva separated my hair and began to set the rollers it reminded me of when my Mom used to do my hair for special occasions. This got my thoughts rolling from my Mom, my Dad, the drugs, my OD, high school, bonfires, Jeremy and my V-card. Fucked up train of thought but it all led me to thinking about that night. My left hand instinctively cradled my right and I flexed my pink finger, lost in the memory.