Her Wicked Ways
Flicking away a strand of long, dark hair that had escaped the otherwise neat ponytail careening down his back, the man moved slowly, searching, through the crowd packed into the dimly lit nightclub. He squeezed past couples in corners, some taking advantage of the dark, others who evidently didn't care who noticed them. On more than one occasion he brushed by men, standing close enough together to safely hand the wads of cash and tiny packages they were exchanging without drawing too much attention.
But in a dive like this, he doubted it would matter to anyone anyway.
What made me think she would come here?
He sighed. This was definitely not her kind of lifestyle anymore. Far from it, in fact. When they had first met, years ago now, there was little more to the girl he had grown so close to than her erratic drinking binges and her meaningless flings with whoever she could get her hands on. She'd do anyone, anyhow. Young, old. Male, female. High, sober. It never mattered. She just wanted to feel something with someone.
And he knew better than anyone that she never had.
But that was so long ago... What made me think she would come here?
The seductive lull of the music filled his ears as he moved throughout the nightclubs patrons. Though doubt lingered on his handsome face, his eyes still searched every face he passed. On more than one occasion he had seen the back of a girl with long, dark hair just like hers and he'd rushed over to grab an arm belonging to someone who was not who he was hoping for.
When they had met, he had done his darndest to make sure this life ended.
It had taken time, and more patience than he realized he even had, but he had gotten through to her.
But every time her heart broke, and he had seen it happen on more than one occasion, she always came back to her old stomping grounds. Lost and alone. She'd bury her hurt in her bourbon glass and go home with the first person that made her an offer she knew she should refuse.
That girl is gone though. I haven't seen her in almost two years. What made me think she would come here?
It was hard to believe that the very reason he was searching for her now was his own flesh and blood.
She had spent the better time of their friendship falling from one disaster to another.
He had spent the better time of their friendship hoping she would fall for him.
But when his younger brother had swept into her life like a Hurricanrana, he knew she was finally on to a good thing... What kind of fool was his brother though, to just walk away and let her go?
He moved to the level just a few small feet above the jam packed dance floor and let his eyes roam across the people who littered it, crammed together, all trying to move to the middle of it, like dancing on the edge of the dance floor was the worst thing in the world.
He was disappointed, but not surprised, when he saw her.
Her long hair was half its usual length, held up in a mass of ringlets and curls that flung around her as she moved to the music. Her breasts were pressed together tightly in a tiny purple bodice that she looked set to fall out of at any given moment. Her hips ground against whoever was nearest, her ass waving hungrily through the air in the shortest of leather pants he had ever seen.
I knew she would come here.
But I'm not going to let her do this again.
She flowed around the centre of the dance floor, eyes closed, arms open. The men nearest her jostled for position, each trying to get a hold of, and keep a hold of, the girl who moved against every man she came into contact with like he was her long lost love. Her hands would start at their neck, and if they tried to kiss her, she would let them without argument before sliding her hands down their chests, her body following suit, her breasts gliding down their bodies like silk over naked flesh. But the attention would last only a few moments before she would turn into the next pair of waiting arms.
Her body was screaming for the kind of attention she would not be able to handle. And the way the hungry eyes of those around her took in every tiny particle of her body like she was little more than a piece of meat, he knew she was going to get it, whether she truly wanted it or not.
He had seen enough.
Pushing through the crowd, not even caring who got shoved out of his way, he marched out onto the dance floor, shoving the man nearest the girl out of the way, his hands locking on her arms and whirling her to face him. Her eyes snapped open, and when she looked up, she paled.
"Matt..." She whispered.
The man he had just pushed away from her stepped forward angrily, "Hey man... Get your hands off her. She's already claimed for the night..."
The eldest Hardy's dark glare set on him and despite his own anger, the man knew better than to protest further. He backed away, hands held up in the air reluctantly. It wasn't long before the rest of the men that had been crowded around her followed suit.
When he looked back to her, her face was downcast. He asked her gently, "What are you doing?" She didn't answer him, but her shoulders started to shake and he knew she was in tears. He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
There aren't words for how much I hate seeing her like this.
"Kalli?"
She looked up, their eyes locked in a forlorn stare.
The dark make up layered around her eyes only made the pain in them more apparent. She stepped closer to him, her flimsily covered breasts pressing against his silken shirt. She wrapped a slender arm around his neck, balancing on her tiptoes. For a long time she stood perfectly still, pressed against him in this moment in time before whispering, "I need you."
Her melodious voice was racked with pain, and when she pulled back from him enough to look up into his gorgeous brown eyes again, he knew she meant it.
The exuberant beats of the song bouncing around the nightclub came to an end, and a slower rhythm surrounded them as if on queue. As the mellow music filled them, she kept an arm held ever so gently around his neck, pressing her head to his heart. It seemingly beat in time to the sweet sounds surrounding them and after a moment she started to move, gently, subtly, against him.
He wanted to stop her right then and there, old feelings stirring in the depths of his soul, clawing desperately to escape. He knew better than anyone how much wanting her, and not having her, could hurt. But as she clung to him now with such desperation and pain, he knew he could not turn her away.
And my brother left her for that blonde harlot. I never took him for a dumb guy.
But right now, I know there'll never be anyone dumber in all the world.
If there was anyone else out there on that dance floor with them as they moved together, neither one noticed. As she breathed away the sobs that begged her for release, her only comfort came in the arms that were wrapped around her. Arms that opened to her everyday. Without question, without fail.
And now they moved her in ways nothing had ever moved her before. She had felt so empty, so alone...
A gesture as simple as this was sending those feelings fleeting away into the night.
She looked up at him again, their eyes meeting. An elegant hand reached out to caress his handsome face, her eyes taking in every tiny detail of him as though she had never seen him before, and when their eyes met yet again, Kalli McMahon saw Matt Hardy for the first time in her life.
He cupped her face tenderly in one hand, gently running his fingertips back and forth across her lips before lightly outlining her cheekbone and moving his fingers into her soft hair.
They had spent the better part of the last few years together, but they had never been closer. And though he knew better, he longed for something more than her soft palm pressed to his cheek. "Kalli," he whispered, and somehow she seemed to know what he was going to say. She rest a finger lazily across his lips, her eyes never leaving his. She shook her head ever so slightly, as if telling him not to speak.
And then she gently wrapped her fingers in his hair and guided his lips to her own. They brushed together so lightly it was barely a kiss at all. But the intensity that passed between the two smothered the world around them and though the club was packed full to the brim, they were all alone.
A tiny moan escaped the girl and she pressed her lips to his with a little more vigour, melting when she felt his arms tighten around her, pressing her into his finely chiselled body with more desire than she had expected. Her lips parted slightly under the heat of their embrace and he slipped his sweet tongue into her mouth, deepening their kiss.
When eventually their kiss faded gently away, he looked down at her, a wry grin touched his face and for the first time in days, he saw her smile. She took his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining, and she stepped back, slowly turning, heading across the dance floor to the nearest exit...
They stepped outside into the abandoned alley, lined with trash cans and crates. A light rain fell upon them, tiny droplets creeping slowly across their skin in the darkness. The only light that touched them came from a neon sign for a pay-by-the-hour motel on the street at the alley entrance.
She looked to him and smiled. It was the comforting, warm smile that she had flashed at him everyday since they had met.
Except this time, lingering behind it was a lustful, adoring twinkle of her eyes that told him she didn't lead him outside for a friendly chat.
He wanted to tell her this wasn't right. That this would cause them both so much hurt in the end.
But he didn't care.
And judging by the look on her face, he knew she didn't either.
He pulled her forward into his arms, their eyes meeting again.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
But he wondered if, when all was said and done, she could ever love him the way he had loved her for years.
As if sensing his worry, she reached up a hand to smooth his brow. "Matt," she whispered, again pressing her lips to his.
It took barely a moment for the kiss to boil into a wild embrace. Losing himself in her, he slid a shaking hand to her clothed breasts, and when he felt her hand take his, he almost pulled away for fear that really wasn't what she wanted. But her grip on his hand was firm.
Smirking beneath their kiss, she lead his hand to her bare legs, spreading them slightly, inviting him to take the initiative as she moved her hands away to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. Creeping both hands to her waist, he slid her leather skirt up slowly, moving his hand back to her inner thighs. He nearly gasped when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
She really was looking for trouble tonight... And suddenly he was grateful he had found her before trouble did.
His shirt undone, she leant forward, kissing and biting his neck then licking and nibbling her way to his nipples. She flicked her tongue over them each in turn while she undid the heavy leather belt around his waist.
He bent forward a little, pressing his own lips to hers again before kissing a trail down her neck as his fingers moved against her soft flesh to take her clit gently between his thumb and index finger. She let out an ecstatic moan and he smiled against her supple throat as he kissed it.
When she had his pants undone, the girl reached a hand into his silk boxers, tenderly taking him in hand as she squirmed, knees knocking, under his busy fingers, her breath catching in her throat continuously. The already stiffening lump in his trousers hardening under her grasp. She stroked adoringly, backward and forward, until she could stand it no more. Her own orgasm creeping upon her she shoved him agitatedly back against the wall, whimpering, "Matty..."
Knowing what she wanted, he let her tug his pants down to his ankles and then wrapped his arms around her waist. Her hands again moved around his neck and shoulders and he picked her up. She lifted her legs gently around his waist, holding onto him tightly with one hand, balancing herself to take him in her other hand and guide him into her entrance.
As he entered her, she cried out, holding onto him for dear life. They fell into a rhythm easily as he slid back and forth in her, their lips meeting in a kiss that saw a near constant entanglement of searching tongues.
Around them, the rain fell even harder. The girl's curls and ringlets, slowly soaking, started to fall from her hair. Strands of her long fringe fell into her face, water dripping into her eyes and down onto her cheeks, but she did not care. Her fingers tangled softly in his wet hair as she threw her hair around as they moved against each other, both wanting more and more of each other with every moment that passed between them.
A soft cry of pleasure slipped from his lips and the moment his hot seed shot inside her, she too cried out, urged on by the longing in his voice. Their lips pressed together and as their orgasms racked them they were truly together as one.
Panting and exhausted, he gently let her down. She could barely stay on her feet as she leaned into his arms while he used the wall to keep himself upright. He held her as close as he could, cooing sweet words into her ear as he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, adoring her with every fibre of his being.
"Matt?" She whispered.
It was only now he realized how much pain was in her eyes.
Concern marred his handsome face and he whispered, "What's wrong?"
And in reply she whispered the words he prayed he would never hear in his life, "Never come near me again." She fought a sob as she told him, "I'm dirty... I... Jeffy... He... I... Jeff..."
Her sobs escaped her as she pilled her clothes back in order and then ran down the alley and out into the street, the heavy rain washing her tears away as they fell.
Hurt, and fighting tears of his own, he sighed redundantly.
I'm never going to be my brother for her... Am I?
~ The End ~