The First Touch
2263 Words
~Sash~
Guess where I went, y’all.
The Savage Hell clubhouse.
With my best friend.
I know. I know. Fresh off catching my sister riding my man, slapping my mama, and almost ripping a grown man’s d**k off… and I took my traumatized ass straight to a biker club.
But listen. I needed somewhere that wasn’t that apartment. So Katya said “come to the club” and I said “bet.”
The second we walked in, the music was already loud as hell.
I still had the duffel bag on my shoulder and the slap mark on my cheek. Katya didn’t even take me to the back. She dragged me straight to the bar, hopped on a stool, and spun around so hard her braids almost slapped a prospect.
Then she looked me dead in the face and said:
“Your mother is a b***h, girl.”
I blinked.
“Say that again.”
Katya leaned in, eyes wide, her voice was loud enough for the two old heads next to us to turn around.
“Your mother is a whole, certified, grade-A, Olympic gold medal-winning b***h. Like what the f**k? Who the hell watches their daughter catch her man mid-stroke in her sister and says ‘okay and so’? Huh? Who does that?! That woman has been weird about you since we were kids. Always kissing Zoey’s ass and treating you like the spare. I been telling you this. I been saying it. But nooo, ‘Katya don’t talk about my mama.’ Well f**k that. Your mama is a b***h and I hope she steps on a Lego every day for the rest of her life.”
I dropped the duffel bag, climbed onto the stool, and just started laughing.
“God, I needed that. Because upstairs I was really starting to feel like I was the problem. Like maybe rearranging Zoey’s face and almost snapping Derek’s d**k in half was too much.”
Katya choked on air.
“You almost snapped his d**k?!”
“I had that motherfucker in my hand, Kat. Squeezing. Twisting. His eyes got watery and everything.”
Katya screamed so loud half the bar looked at us.
“Yessss you crazy b***h!!! That’s what the f**k I’m talking about! I hope he pees in three different directions tomorrow. I hope every time he gets hard he thinks about your hand and goes soft again. f**k him. f**k Zoey. And f**k your mama’s rollers.”
I was still laughing when I felt it.
That shift.
Like the whole room just got heavier.
Katya’s eyes flicked over my shoulder and her whole face changed.
“Uh… Sasha.”
“What?”
She lowered her voice, but she was still grinning.
“Don’t look now… but the enforcer just walked in. And baby… he is looking at you like you stole something.”
I turned.
And time did that stupid slow-motion thing they put in movies.
Dominic King was walking through the club and I swear the man had a personal spotlight on him. Tall. Broad. Heavy boots, rings on his fingers, jawline that could cut glass, and a walk that said he had never once in his life been nervous about anything.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
That man was fine.
I’m talking fine-fine. Disrespectfully fine. The kind of fine that makes your brain go:
No.
No way.
That’s not real.
That’s CGI.
That’s a whole hallucination.
Because nobody should look like that in real life. His shoulders? Illegal. His arms? A hate crime. And his face? His face looked like it had been carved by somebody who was mad at women. Like he was put on this earth specifically to ruin lives and panties.
And he was looking at me.
Not at the room. Not at Katya. Me.
My stomach did a backflip, a cartwheel, and then laid down and died.
Katya leaned in, whispering loud as hell,
“Girl. Why is he looking at you like that? He looks like he’s about to either arrest you or fold you in half. There is no in-between.”
I couldn’t even answer her.
Because my brain was too busy screaming.
“You’re new.”
I swear my soul tried to leave my body and go wait in the car.
Katya, being the messy best friend she is, jumped in immediately.
“She’s with me. My best friend. She’s going through pure hell right now and she’s staying here so if you could just be nice..”
Dominic didn’t even look at her.
His eyes stayed on me.
“Name.”
My brain paused for a second.
Name. He wants my name. Right. I have one of those.
“Sasha,” I said, and my voice came out way softer than I wanted it to. I hated that. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Sasha.”
He nodded once. Like he was locking it in.
Then his eyes dropped to the red mark on my cheek. Lingered there. Then down to the duffel bag at my feet. Then back up to my face. He was reading me. I could feel it. And the fact that he was doing it so calmly while looking like that was doing something criminal to my nervous system.
“Need to search you.”
Katya’s head snapped so hard I thought she was gonna need a chiropractor.
“Search her? For what? She just walked in. She hasn’t even had a drink yet. She’s traumatized. Look at her. Her mama just put hands on her. Her sister just..”
Dominic cut his eyes at Katya.
Just once.
Katya’s mouth slammed shut so fast I heard her teeth click. She held both hands up and leaned back on the stool, eyes wide, silently screaming at me with her whole face.
Then those dark eyes came right back to me.
“Club rules,” he said.
“New face walks in looking like she just caught a body… I search.”
He tilted his head a little.
“You good with that… or you got a problem?”
The way he said it.
The little challenge under the words.
The way he was already staring at me like he could see straight through my clothes and my trauma and my bad decisions.
I should’ve said I had a problem.
I should’ve told him I just left the most toxic family moment of my life and I was not in the mood to be touched by another man tonight.
But my mouth… my stupid, thirsty, traitorous mouth said:
“…Okay.”
Katya made a noise like a tea kettle.
Dominic’s eyes did something. Something that said he already knew I was going to say okay.
He tilted his head toward the side hallway.
“Search room. Now.”
And the way he said “now” made my knees feel like they were filled with warm water.
I slid off the stool on legs that did not feel reliable, grabbed my duffel bag, and followed him.
Every step felt like I was walking toward something I wasn’t ready for.
And the crazy part?
I didn’t want to turn around.
Dominic walked in front of me like he already knew I would follow. He didn’t look back once. Just opened a heavy door on the left, held it with one hand, and waited.
I stopped in the doorway.
The search room was small.
on’t go in there. Turn around. Go back to Katya. Drink something strong and cry like a normal person.
I stepped inside.
He closed the door behind us and the club noise dropped to almost nothing. Suddenly it was just us, the light, and the sound of my own breathing.
Dominic turned around and leaned against the door for a second, arms crossed, looking at me like he had all night.
“You always follow strangers into rooms this easy?” he asked.
No. Never. I don’t even follow people I know into rooms. Why did my feet just move like they have a separate brain?
My eyebrows went up anyway.
“You always kidnap traumatized girls from the bar this easy?”
The corner of his mouth twitched. Not a full smile tho. Just a tiny, dangerous almost.
“Fair.”
He pushed off the door and walked toward me.
I backed up out of pure instinct until my ass hit the edge of the metal table. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I had to tip my head back to keep eye contact.
Oh my god he’s big. He’s so big. Why is he this big? Why does he smell like that?
“Bag,” he said again, quieter this time. “Put it on the table.”
I dropped the duffel.
His eyes twitched to the red mark on my cheek again.
“Who hit you?”
The question was so direct it caught me off guard.
Why does he care? Why is he looking at me like that? Why does his voice sound like it’s touching me?
“Why?”
“Because if it was a man, I need to know if I gotta make a stop later.”
I looked away, then back at him.
“It was my mother.”
His expression didn’t change much, but his eyes changed.
“Your mother.”
“Yep. Caught my sister f*****g my boyfriend in my bed, slapped the s**t out of both of them, told my mama ‘f**k this family,’ and she slapped me for it. Classic Tuesday.”
Dominic stared at me for a long second.
Then he let out a low breath that was almost a laugh.
“You’re trouble.”
He has no idea. I almost ripped a grown man’s d**k off two hours ago. I am a menace in a crop top.
“I’m tired,” I corrected. “Trouble is just the side effect.”
He stepped even closer.Fuck his cologne.
“Arms out.”
I lifted them slowly.
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. He’s about to touch me. Why are my hands shaking? Why is my stomach doing that thing? I am not okay. I am the opposite of okay.
His hands started at my wrists. Big, warm, rough from work. He slid them up my arms with firm pressure, checking, feeling, not rushing. When he reached my shoulders he paused, then dragged his palms down my sides. The moment his hands brushed the curve of my waist, my whole body tensed.
He felt it.
Of course he did.
His hands slowed. That almost-smile came back.
“Jumpy.”
Jumpy? Baby I am one second away from levitating. Your hands are huge and warm and I can feel the calluses and my brain is screaming and my body is a traitor.
“I just went through hell,” I said, trying to keep my voice you know. “My nerves are shot.”
“Mm.”
He kept going. Hands sliding under my arms, around my ribs, brushing the sides of my breasts just enough to make my breath hitch. He didn’t comment on it. Just kept searching like he had all the time in the world while my brain was having a full meltdown.
He touched the side of my t**s. He definitely just touched the side of my titty and acted like it was nothing. Meanwhile I’m over here trying not to make a sound. This is embarrassing. This is so embarrassing. Why am I wet? I should not be wet.
When his hands moved down to my hips, thumbs pressing lightly, I bit the inside of my cheek.
“You always this thorough?” I asked, a little breathless.
“Only when the girl looks like she might be carrying more than clothes in that bag.”
“And what do I look like I’m carrying?”
His eyes lifted to mine.
“Secrets. Maybe Rage. And also a weapon.”
“Two out of three ain’t bad.”
His hands stopped on my waist. Stayed there. Thumbs moving in the smallest, slowest stroke against my shirt.
He’s not even searching anymore. He’s just… holding me. His hands are so big they almost wrap around my whole waist. I feel small. I feel like prey. And the worst part is I don’t hate it.
“Last question,” he said.
“You planning on causing problems in my club… or you just looking for a place to land?”
I stared up at him.
My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could feel it through my clothes.
Say you’re looking for a place to land. Say it. Don’t say anything crazy. Don’t flirt. Do not flirt with the dangerous older biker while his hands are on your waist.
“…I’m just looking for a place to land,” I whispered.
Dominic’s eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second.
Then his hands tightened.
Really tightened.
He grabbed my waist harder and yanked me forward in one smooth pull until my body was flush against his. Chest to chest. Hips almost touching. My hands flew up and landed on his stomach out of shock.
He leaned down until his lips were right next to my ear, voice low and rough and filthy enough to ruin me.
“Good. Because the way you’re looking at me right now… I might forget this is just a search.”
My whole body locked up.
Oh.
Oh no.
I’m so f****d.
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