I don't want to hear about other men. I just want her anyway I can. "Stay with me tonight." I know her answer will be no, but I try anyway. "You don't have to let me in emotionally; not yet at least. Just let me take care of your needs."

"Hemy," she warns. "I have to work tonight, and that's a horrible idea. Do you realize what kind of s.h.i.t that will start?"

"Yes," I admit. "Why do you think I asked?"

"Dammit, Hemy. I have to go." She takes off walking down the driveway as fast as she can on her tall heels. "Bye."

Without a second thought, I jog down the driveway, grab her by the waist, and turn her around to face me. "Not yet. There's something I've been waiting four years to do." I grip the back of her head and slam my lips against hers, running my tongue over the seam of her lips for access.

All of my breath leaves my body as she opens up and kisses me back, her arms snaking around my neck. It feels like the past four years disappearing between us and it feels like we are back in the past. My tongue desperately seeks hers, sucking it into my mouth as I back her up against a little blue car and cup her face in my hands.

Pressing my body against hers, I tug on her bottom lip before releasing it. Both of us stand here panting while looking into each other's eyes. I can barely catch my breath.

Standing here, looking in her eyes, I realize the distance between us still remains and I have a lot of work to do in order to close the gap. But I'm willing and in it for the long haul.

"I never want to hear bye come out of your mouth again. I'll be waiting for you. I've waited for four years. Don't think I will give up now."

I turn and walk away before she can say anything. I don't want her to. I want her to think about the last thing said between us. It gives me more confidence that she will show up at my doorstep tonight.

I hear a car door slam behind me, but I refuse to turn around. I never want to have to see her driving away from me again.

Within a few seconds, she starts the car and I hear it pull away. I walk over and stand in front of Cale's truck for a few minutes before walking inside and grabbing my phone.

I dial Nico's number and wait for him to answer.

"Yo. What's up, bro?"

I grind my jaw and take a deep breath. "I need you to do me a favor. Tonight.

d.a.m.n. I can't believe I'm doing this . . .

I pull my Harley into the back of Walk Of Shame and kill the engine. I haven't stopped thinking about my plans for tonight since Onyx drove away from my house. It's had me on edge all d.a.m.n day.

I'm here to ease my mind a bit. Not to get plastered, but to douse the anger that is building inside at the thought of another man touching Onyx. I want to protect her, but at the same time . . . I want her back. I want to take care of her needs and ease her mind.

It may hurt like a b.i.t.c.h, but I deserve it. I hurt her far worse than I can ever imagine. I was her weakness. I broke down her walls while keeping mine up. I was too broken to let her in. I had lost everyone that I loved in life and I was afraid of letting myself love anyone else. I was afraid that if I lost one more person that it would push me over the edge. The day she walked out my door was the day I realized I had loved her all along. Made me realize I wasn't as damaged as I thought.

This is her payback. I need to feel her hurt, drown in my own pain and suffering. I'll do whatever it takes and you better believe I won't back down.

I see Stone as soon as I walk through the door. He nods to me with a wink while grabbing some chicks head and grinding his c.o.c.k against her face.

I nod back and go to find Cale at the bar. It's a Tuesday night; it's one of our slowest days.

"What's up, man."

Cale slides a gla.s.s in front of the girl across from him before cashing her out and slipping the change into his tip jar.

"Not s.h.i.t." He smiles, flashing his deep set of dimples. "Just enjoying this relaxing night. I sometimes forget how nice it can be to just bartend. No screaming girls in my d.a.m.n ear. You know?"

"I hear ya." I pull out my wad of cash and throw him a ten. "Give me a beer."

Cale reaches below him in the fridge and slams a beer down in front of me. "You look like you need one. Things didn't go well with your girl?"

I give him a hard look and grind my jaw, trying to keep my cool. "Depends on what the h.e.l.l you consider good." I tilt back my beer and look up at him. "Let's just say I arranged a little fun for her tonight and it has me a little on edge." I run my hand through my hair and tilt my head back. "I deserve it though. I have no right to be mad."

"Ouch. You just have to think of it this way. At least she wants you there for her fun. She could want to do whatever that is without you. It's a step, my man."

I nod my head while slamming back more of my beer. I sit here in silence for a moment and try my best to think of the positive s.h.i.t this could lead to. "I suppose your a.s.s is right. If it's one step closer to making her mine again then I'll do it and show her how far I'm willing to go for her this time."

Cale jumps up to sit on the bar and slaps my shoulder. "Right on. You know no woman can resist the Hemy charm."

I tilt my head up and give him a dirty look. "She left me, a.s.shole. It obviously doesn't work on her."

"Yeah. And that's why you have to show her the new Hemy charm. Has any other woman been able to resist you?"

I shake my head while finishing off my beer.

"Exactly!" He jumps down from the bar and fetches me another beer. "She'll come around. Now drink that and get the h.e.l.l out of here. I have s.h.i.t to do."

He backs away with a smile while giving me the middle finger with both hands before turning around and helping another customer.

I'm going to please my woman and make her mine again. I don't care how . . .

Chapter Seven.

Onyx I've been off work for the last hour, trying to get my head straight. I spent the whole night lost in thoughts of Hemy, and trying to decide what I should do. He hurt me. He hurt me numerous times and the visions I have of him playing in my head are like a poison. They're draining me bit me bit, making it hard to even function.

We weren't supposed to meet up like this. I was supposed to have more time to prepare. I was hoping he wouldn't recognize me at first and that I would have more time to feel him out, to see if he has changed. I have something to tell him. This is something that will change his life forever, but I need to know that he is clean, and the only way to do so is to spend time with him.

I have no idea how I'm going to be able to hang out with him without wanting him. That's why I have to be careful. I have to do whatever I can to keep him at a distance, and to keep my heart safe. The kiss that he surprised me with still has my heart beating wild and my legs trembling. It was all too familiar and reminded me of what I've been missing.

"You can do this," I whisper while looking into the mirror. "You'll just go there and feel him out." I grip the sink and close my eyes.

I need to do this. The only problem is, I have no idea what he has planned. Hemy is wild. If he thinks I want a threesome with him and another man, he'll find a way to make it happen. He has a way of getting anything that he wants. He's better at this than I am. That's why I have to push back and not give him the alone time he needs to win me back. If he wants me physically, the only way I'll be safe is by making him share me. Once he gets me alone, he wins.

I open my eyes and take a deep breath as the bathroom door pushes open to Ash peeking in. Her dark curls fall over her shoulders when she smiles. "Hey," she whispers.

I force a smile and choke back my emotions. I know I'm doing the right thing. "Hey, sweetie," I reply. "You do good on tips tonight," I ask as a distraction.

She pushes the door open and leans against the frame. "I did great on tips." She looks me over and frowns. I guess the distraction didn't work. "What's been up with you tonight? You've been acting strange. Is everything alright?"

Not really. Not yet. "I'm good," I lie. "I'm just feeling a little off tonight." I push away from the sink and turn to walk toward the door. "There's an old friend of mine that I haven't seen in a while. It's just bringing back a lot of old memories."

She smiles in understanding and nods her head. "Memories are the last thing I want to think about. Hopefully yours are a lot better than mine."

I run my hands over my dress to dry my sweaty hands. If only she knew. "Some are good." I smile. "I'm heading out for a while. I'll be back."

She takes a step back, allowing me to walk through the door. "Onyx." I stop and turn around. "Will I get to meet this old friend?"

I swallow and nod my head. "Someday."

I turn and walk to the door as fast as I can.

I hope I'm strong enough to do this . . .

Hemy Nico arrived about an hour ago. Of course he is always down to do whatever I ask. It's been that way since the day I met him. It's nice having someone you can rely on.

"You want another beer, man?"

I tilt my head to look at Nico. He's standing by the fridge, dressed up in a black b.u.t.ton down and dark jeans with his light hair styled back. He can hold his own when it comes to physical attributes. Getting girls is never a problem for him. I have no doubt that he won't please Onyx. The thought kills me, but I won't let it win and bring me down. I will smolder it on contact. She needs this. I need to give it to her, so maybe we can move on from the past. People like to say not to get even, but it's the only way to lay things to rest.

"Nah. I'm good."

My heart jumps to my throat when I see a car pull up in front of the house. I knew she would show. The question was when. It's already past three a.m. Not that it matters. She's here and that's what counts. It just gives me the confirmation that a part of her still wants me. Whether it's just physical, emotional, or both, I will find out soon enough. Time. Just a little more time.

A light knock sounds at the door, causing Nico to set his beer down and lift his eyebrows. "She's here, man."

"Yeah," I whisper to myself. "Let her in. Just remember what I said. Don't push the limits," I say firmly.

I walk to the bathroom and close the door behind me. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. I'm already fighting the urge to crush Nico for touching her. I never was one for sharing. That's what makes it even harder knowing that she felt like she had to. Being sober makes it easy to feel what she must have, and brings it all forth to the light. I hate myself for always keeping her in the dark.

I take a deep breath and slowly exhale as I hear their voices in the distance. I can't make out what they're saying, but I can hear the tone in Nico's voice. He's getting himself ready and easing her in for what's to come.

"f.u.c.k." I hit the sink before leaning into it and resting my head against the mirror. "Don't be a p.u.s.s.y. This is for her. She deserves this," I tell myself. I need to get this over with, and fast. No putting it off. It's time to get straight to the meaning of this visit and show her I'm willing to fight for her this time. No p.u.s.s.ying out.

Pushing the door open, I walk through the hall to meet them in the living room. Onyx instantly spots me and freezes in her tracks. She looks stunning in her little black dress and heels. It's enough to take my breath away. The ink on her skin only adds to it, giving her a s.e.xier edge now, which is my kind of woman; although, my kind has always only been her, and always will be.

She clears her throat and looks between Nico and me. She looks slightly nervous, but quickly shakes it off. "Well, I'm here, Hemy." She runs her fingers across the wall while making her way over to the couch, seductively. She looks over her shoulder at me. "Are you sure you can handle this?" The girl I knew four years ago is forever gone. I need to keep reminding myself. We are on a different game level now.

I swallow back my anger and focus all my energy on pleasing her. I just need to remember that she needs this to move on from the world of hurt I bestowed on her. She needs me to feel what she felt. "I can handle a lot of s.h.i.t. Pleasing you is one." I nod my head toward Nico. "This is Nico. He's yours to do with as you please."

"Nico." She smiles while leaning against the back of the couch. "I like that name. Come here, big guy."

Nico looks at me in hesitation before I motion for him to go. The faster, the better, cause after this is done, she's staying with me. I don't care what it takes. She'll sleep in my bed and wake up in my bed.

Already knowing the plan, Nico walks over to stand in front of Onyx. He wraps one arm around her waist while fisting her hair and kissing her neck.

Onyx lets out a little moan as her eyes connect with mine. I hold her stare and bite my bottom lip as I nod my head for her to go on. I'm not surprised that she's a tad hesitant.

Grabbing onto the top of Nico's shirt, Onyx pulls him into her, causing them both to fall over onto the couch. His lips instantly seek hers as he buries himself between her legs and squeezes her bare thigh.

I walk over to the leather chair and take a seat in front of them. As much as I hate the thought of someone touching her, I can't help my c.o.c.k from getting hard. The plan is to watch him touch her, taste her, and arouse her for a while before I join. It's how Nico always does it with me. Sitting here now, in his seat, I'm not sure how he does it.

"Take her dress off," I command.

Nico pulls away from the kiss and they stand, before he grabs the bottom of her short, tight, dress and eases it up her body, then pulls it over her head. "f.u.c.k me," he growls out as he takes in her body.

I sit here, my eyes roaming over her tight little body as I grab my c.o.c.k and rub it through the fabric. "Don't be shy, Onyx. This is what you wanted." I bite my bottom lip in anger. "Take his clothes off. Show me how it feels to be the viewer, witnessing the ultimate betrayal from someone you trust. Hurt me like I hurt you. My heart is yours to stomp on."

She looks at me, clearly struggling on the inside. I can tell she wants to see me suffer as much as she did, but a part of her hates having to hurt me. I have to push her more, or else she may just walk away for good. I can't live with that option.

"Remember those hands on my body, Onyx. Do you still visualize all of those girls touching me while I was high out of my f.u.c.king mind? How did that make you feel? Make me feel exactly how you felt."

Full of heated anger, she rips the front of Nico's shirt open and rubs her hands over his defined chest and abs with an animalistic growl.

"That's it, baby. Let it all out. Do this for you . . . do this for us." I grip the arm of the chair, biting back my anger as she goes for his jeans and tugs them off with force. He's standing there in only his briefs now.

"Touch her, Nico," I bite out. "Give her what she needs. Bend her over the couch and lick her p.u.s.s.y. You better f.u.c.king lick it good too."

Knowing I'm a pro at eating Onyx's p.u.s.s.y makes me smile to myself. There is no way she will enjoy it as much as when it's my tongue pleasuring her. Knowing that I'm here watching her will only make her realize that it can be me. All she has to do is ask.

Nico smirks while gripping Onyx's hips and pushing her down so that her hands are buried in the couch and her a.s.s is up in the air. He squats, slowly pulling her panties down along the way, baring her p.u.s.s.y to both of us. My c.o.c.k jumps at the sight and I have to fight the urge to run my tongue up it.

I watch as Nico positions on his knees, grips her firm a.s.s, and runs his tongue up her slick folds. I glance down at Onyx's face to see her not looking the least bit impressed. It makes me smile on the inside, although, the bigger part of me wants to yank Nico away from her. She's supposed to be mine and mine alone, but I f.u.c.ked that up.

Nico gets into it, shoving his tongue deep, pulling it in and out while pulling his briefs down and stroking his c.o.c.k behind her. A little moan escapes from Onyx's mouth, but nothing compared to when I pleasured her.

"Hemy," she moans out. "I need you to get naked. Take those clothes off before I scream." She twists her neck to look at me in antic.i.p.ation.

Smirking, I slowly unb.u.t.ton my white shirt before ripping the last few b.u.t.tons off and tossing my shirt aside. I stand and pull my belt through the loops, the leather sounding along the way. I unb.u.t.ton my jeans, sliding down the zipper, slowly and teasingly.

Her eyes stay focused on me as I slowly pull my jeans down my body and step out of them. I'm not wearing any briefs, so I'm now standing here completely nude and hard, baring my whole body to her. I hear her suck in a breath as her eyes look me over, taking in every inch of my flesh, but mostly my hard as steel c.o.c.k that gives away the effect she has on me.

Walking over to the couch, I stand beside her face, but at eye level. Her eyes follow her peripheral vision until she is staring directly at my rock hard c.o.c.k before her. She licks her lips and moans as she takes me in. She always did like it rough.

"d.a.m.n, Hemy," she breathes. "I can't believe you're going through with this without killing someone. It f.u.c.king hurts, doesn't it? It killed me, Hemy. How the h.e.l.l are you standing there and not choking someone?"

I grind my jaw, keeping in my anger. "Other people might not understand why I am willing to do this or why you would enjoy it, but f.u.c.k them. They never understood us in the first place and we have always been anything but normal," I whisper. "I'm doing this for you."

I stroke my c.o.c.k close to her face as Nico devours her p.u.s.s.y from behind. "You like this, baby?" I step closer and rub the tip of my d.i.c.k against her lips, causing her to tremble. "Remember how much you loved sucking my c.o.c.k?"

She nods her head and lets out a little moan so I stroke it faster. I see her eyes zoned in on my piercings, letting me know she's imagining what it feels like to have them inside her. She won't be waiting for long. She'll be asking soon enough. I can see it in her eyes all hooded.

I rub the tip of my c.o.c.k across her eager lips again, but this time she opens them and slowly takes my length in, moaning out as it hits the back of her throat. Looking up at me, she swirls her tongue around my shaft and slowly trails it up toward the head, focusing on the piercings. I allow her to enjoy the taste of me for a few more seconds before pulling out, causing her to groan. That should be enough to make her want more.

Nico, still stroking his c.o.c.k, slaps her a.s.s before shoving a finger inside her p.u.s.s.y and moving in and out while moaning in pleasure. "You want my c.o.c.k," he questions. "I can f.u.c.k you good for Hemy. You want that?"

Onyx looks up into my eyes before whispering, "No. I want yours, Hemy. I want you to f.u.c.k me while he watches. You're the only one that has been able to f.u.c.k me right. G.o.d, those piercings are so hot. What are you trying to do to me?"

Now that's what I like to hear. We always did have a good time and I can't help but to gloat at the fact that no man has ever been able to pleasure her like me. I also love that she mentioned the piercings. I knew she would love them.

"Back up, Nico," I command. "Stroke your c.o.c.k for her while I f.u.c.k her. Don't come until she says so."