Viper

I wake up because the sun is shining right on my face. I must have forgotten to close the curtains last night. Fuck my head is pounding like a jackhammer is going to work on my skull. I never get that drunk. I look around and don't recognize anything in the room. Where the hell am I? I think back to last night. But I'm not getting a clear picture. I remember hanging out with Casper after he got off a job.

I came out to visit him because I needed a break from my club. Just for one day I didn't want to worry about my duties. I didn't want to think about my brothers. And I really didn't want to think about or see all the loving couples. Don't get me wrong I love my club and my family and I am happy for all of them. But I have no one. It didn’t used to bother me. I was happy with the way I was living my life. I could have all the pussy I wanted from the club skanks. I did have to answer to anyone. I have a great club and our businesses were bringing in tons of cash. I have a good family both blood and not blood. I adore my sister and nieces and nephews. I love all the kids whether they are related to me or not. They all call me uncle and that is a title I’m proud of more than president of the club. My life is good.

But it started to change at least little by little as I watched my brothers one by one settle down with ol’e ladies and have families. I started wanting more than just easy pussy and my club. When Merigold got married I started thinking I might want to settle down some day. But I had plenty of time, I was still young. Then Lilly and Tank got married. And my feelings of settling got worse. I went out to bars and a few places but no one caught my eye. But I still had time.

When I performed Brick, Speed and Gretchen’s wedding the feelings got stronger. And stronger still when I helped with Lug and Ailee’s ceremony. But what sent me over the edge was shortly after Ian’s birthday party Ratchet announced that he and Matt got engaged. I could help but feel jealous. I’m the last of my crew. Almost forty years old and still haven’t met the one. My ol’e lady, wife and mother of my children. My prospect is setting down before me. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy for him. Speed and Ratchet have come a long way since they came here. And Ratchet is one hell of a prospect. I have no doubt we will patch him in soon.

But I had to get away from the happy couples. Just for a day or two. So I went to Casper’s club hoping a change of scenery would help. Casper, Ice, Rocket and Ref were all out on a small bodyguard job but Casper told me to come on by the club. I remember hanging out for a few beers shooting the shit before going to a local bar. I hear shuffling from the other side of the bed. I look over and see a tiny curvy body rolling over. I suddenly get a flash of her in the bar. She was celebrating something and having a good time. She stood out in my mind and the bar. For one she is shorter than Merigold, about five foot 1.She had light brown curly hair that went down to her waist. What made it stand out was it had blue and purple streaks in it. And damn I remember her curves Tits that would fit perfectly in my hands a c-cup or better.

And her hips were perfect for holding on to. And her skin, man it was beautiful. The perfect shade of caramel. When I first saw her I will admit I felt like a pervert because she looked so young. Maybe a teenager. I thought for sure the bouncers would throw her out when she walked in. She stood in the middle of the floor, raised a trophy in the air and yelled “ First place, bitches.” I thought it was an odd thing to say until the bar cheered.

She came over to the bar setting the trophy down and leaned over to hug the bartender. “ Congrats girly. I knew you could do it. So will it be tonight.” She orders her drink and all I can do is stare at her. She has got to be the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. I know we talked most of the night. She was smart and funny as well. But things get fuzzy after that. I look over and see the blue and purple streaks so I must have picked her. I have to get out of here. I need to get back home. As quietly as I can I slip out of bed and look around for my clothes. They are scattered all over the room with condom wrappers, beer bottles and an empty bottle of tequila. Shit no wonder my memory is fuzzy. Tequila always fucks me up that’s why I don’t drink the shit normally.

I throw on my boxers, jeans and shirt. I find my boots and kutte and grab them on my way out. When I get to the door I turn and look over my shoulder. I see her laying in bed, her face turned towards me. Fuck she is just as beautiful as I remember on the night I met her. For some reason I feel bad for leaving her. Like I should tell her I’m leaving. I shake my head. It had to be a one night stand right? I never do more than that. Then why do I feel like shit for leaving her as I close the door behind me.

I shake my head to clear it. I need coffee and the ride home to clear my head. I feel like I need to remember what happened last night. Something is pulling at my gut. I walk out of the hotel and see my bike sitting in front. So I drove here. That’s good. I throw my socks and boots on while leaning against my bike. I found my keys and wallet in my kutte so that’s good. I hop on and fire it up. As I’m pulling out I keep an eye out for a coffee shop. I need caffeine to get rid of this headache and hopefully get my mind right.

I find a small coffee shop as I get to the edge of town and pull over. I go in and order the biggest cup of black coffee they have and go sit outside. I find a small table and take a seat. I sip my coffee and try to clear my head. Bits and pieces are coming back. I remember the girl's scent. It wasn’t overly perfumed like the skanks at the club. It had a light scent of raspberries. Her skin felt soft under my hands. I remember running my hands over every inch of her feeling how soft she was but despite her curves you could tell she worked out.

I’m tapping my hand on the table when I hear a clink noise on the glass. I look down and see a silver ring on my left ring finger. What the fuck? I left my hand looking at it. Where the hell did this come from? There is no way I got married and don’t remember. Did I? But how do I explain the ring? I know I didn’t have it before I left Casper’s club. This whole weekend is a blur. I can’t sit here anymore trying to figure it out. I finish my coffee and jump back on my bike. Maybe the answers will come soon. Once I get home I’m sure my head will be clear and I will have my answers.

Pixie

I’m woken by the sound of the door shutting. I sit up and look around and notice I’m alone. I feel the side of the bed Ethan was on and it is still warm so he just left. Hopefully he went to get us some breakfast and coffee. Not wanting to stay in bed any longer I get up and head to the bathroom. I turn on the faucet for the shower while I go pee really quick. I want to get cleaned up before Ethan gets back. We are supposed to be going home today. As I wash up I can’t stop the smile on my face.

I can’t wait to show Ethan the ice rink. And introduce him to my family. He will get to meet my brother in person first. My parents are in Florida where they moved when they retired but I can do a video chat to introduce them. I know they are going to be shocked at first but I’m hoping they will respect my decision. You see, I married a man I just met over the weekend. No, I'm not normally this impulsive. Truthfully I never act on impulse. Everything I do is planned. That is how I got to where I am now. I will explain more about myself in a little bit. After spending the rest of Friday night and the day with Ethan and he proposed last night it felt right and we got married.

I skipped washing my hair. I do it when I get home. I’m excited to see Ethan again. We have so much to figure out. Like when am I going to meet his family? Where are we going to live? I have a house but I share it with my brother and I’m not sure if Ethan will want to live there. Maybe just until we get a place of our own. I get out of the shower and dry off. I go hunting for my clothes bag when I see it sitting in a chair by a small table in the corner. I grab my jeans, panties, bra and tee-shirt.

As I’m getting dressed I look around the room and see how trashed it is. I can’t believe we did this. I know we were drinking but I was drunk but not enough to not know what I was doing. I knew I was getting married and that I lost my virginity to my husband. I blush when I remember how sweet and patient he was with me. Although I have nothing to base it on I have to tell you that Ethan is extremely talented with his hands, lips and tongue. The orgasms he gave me took my breath away. Literally. I couldn’t breathe. I felt my eyes roll back in my head. And the was more we had sex.

And Ethan is huge. I thought he had a pipe in his pants. I was a little scared it would be painful or wouldn’t fit. He said he was average. I thought he was joking. He was eleven inches in length and as big as a beer bottle around. I’m just guessing I didn’t measure him or anything like that but his cock is huge. I shake my head to clear those thoughts for now while I clean up the room. We have condom wrappers all over the place. We didn’t just have sex on the bed. We had it in the shower, up against the wall, bent over the table. Damn there I go again.

I pick up the last of the beer bottles. We must have drunk a case over the two days we stayed here. And two bottles of tequila but most of that was me. Ethan said he could handle his tequila very well so he didn’t drink that much of it. I was done in under ten minutes and Ethan still wasn’t back. I wonder what is taking him so long. I grab my phone to send him a text but it goes undelivered. Maybe he forgot to turn his phone back on.

I gathered all my things and packed up. I want to be ready to leave after I have had some coffee .I’m so excited to start my new life with Ethan. We have so much more to find out about each other. With everything packed. I double checked that I have my phone charge, wallet and marriage license. I sit on the bed and wait for Ethan. I play on my phone and answer a few texts from my brother letting him know I will be home soon and I have a surprise for him.

An hour goes by and Ethan still isn’t back. My texts and calls aren’t going through. I’m worried. I decided to put my things in the car so I’m all ready. We got a room on the ground floor and were lucky enough to be able to park in front of our door. I grab my things, open the door making sure I have the room key and go to my car. The first thing I notice is Ethan’s bike that was parked next to me is gone. But I won’t panic yet. I open the back door of my 2010 metallic blue Jeep Wrangler and toss my bag in the seat. I remember Ethan laughing when he saw the color. He said it was too girly for him but it suited me. He is right. I had it painted like that because I love shiny things.

Hour two and he still isn’t back. It is time for me to go and face the awful truth. I, Sabine Pixie Denver's. Champion I skater and coach was dumped by my husband. Ethan Adams treated me as a one night stand and left me to pick up the pieces. It is time for me to go home, face my brother and figure out my next move. Starting with a divorce. I wipe the tears that start to fall. I will not cry over this. I’m a big girl. I will move. I guess I wasn’t that special at after all. I have trained my body and mind since I was five years old to be an Olympic skater. I will not let this get me down. I will not let the actions of an asshole ruin me. I shake my head as I head to my car. Married less than twenty four hours and already getting a divorce at twenty five. This has to be the shortest marriage in history.