Page 13 of Piston

My eyes burn against the building tears, but I will them away, and move out of his hold, smiling a little as I whisper, “Follow me?”

He smiles back, his left dimple popping out, and he nods, pushing off his bike and climbing on. I take him in, ensuring to remember this, remember him. I take a photo before I turn around and unlock my car. I throw my bag on the passenger seat before climbing in, my eyes going back to Piston, who tilts his head, smirking.

I smile, then start my car before pulling out of my space, and heading to my apartment. I continuously check the mirror, needing to commit Piston to memory before he disappears from my life.

I slowly open my eyes as emptiness fills me, waking me. Darkness still cascades outside, but I instantly know he’s gone.

I turn, my hand going to the side of the bed he dubbed his, the sheets cold, and the first tear falls, then the second, before full-blown sobs wrack my body. I grab his pillow, holding it tight, pressing my face against it, inhaling his musky scent.

This was for the best, I know it was, but it doesn’t make it any easier….

4

Piston – Twenty-Five Years Old – Two Years Later

I gulp my beer, slouching down in the black armchair in the corner of the common room as I watch Angel slowly move the tip of her tongue around Desiree’s clit, then sucks the bud into her mouth while thrusting three fingers into her cunt that’s flowing with juices that I can hear from here.

Desiree arches her back off the hardwood floor before me, moaning as she brings her right hand up, pulling on her own nipples, while her left grips hold of Angel’s short white-blonde hair, pushing the woman’s face further into her cunt, rubbing hard against her tongue.

Fuck, I’d give anything to get in the middle of that, to even be fucking aroused by it….

I take another gulp of my beer as bitterness fills me.

I gave Natalie three fucking years of my body, three years of her being the only girl I fucked, of her knowing we wouldend despite how much I craved her, and she goes and fucking betrays me.

She knew I didn’t want a relationship, yet she forced one on me anyway….

“Our new Treasurer, Piston!” Steal says to a crowded common room, and I grin as he hands me my new cut.

I take it willingly after removing my old one, handing it to our VP, Anchor, before putting my new one on. The brothers all cheer and shout while I look down at the leather, and the urge to call Natalie to tell her hits me hard.

It’s been three weeks since I watched her walk into a post, being her clumsy self, three weeks since I held her, and three weeks since I snuck out of her apartment for the last time, cutting all communication, and honestly, I feel a little off kilter.

I guess she came to mean more to me than I planned, and if I were a better man, a man worthy of her, then I’d fight my demons for her, but I’m too fucked up to be someone’s old man, someone’s husband. My past has determined that, and Natalie deserves someone who will love her unconditionally.

I don’t think I’m capable of love, and it hurts knowing someone else will get her laughs, her clumsiness, and her smiles, but this is for the best, and she agreed.

That’s why I haven’t heard from her since our last night together.

Acid pats my back hard, giving me a proud look as Sapphire, a clubwhore, saunters over to me. She grins wide when our eyes lock and walks right up into my body, pressing her barely-covered tits against my chest.

My dick doesn’t even twitch, and I swallow hard.

Three weeks, and I haven’t had any reaction to another girl—fuc,k more like three years.

I give Sapphire a tight smile and step back, using my phone's beeping as an excuse, but she still frowns, her dark blue eyes narrowing at my reaction to her. I ignore her and look at the screen, only to frown myself.

My Diamond: Hey, I know we agreed no contact after you graduated, but can we meet? I’m at the day care until six, so in the parking lot? It’s urgent.Natalie.

What the…?

“Everything alright?” Acid asks as he looks over at my text.

“I’m not sure,” I reply. “She says it's urgent, and I know Natalie. It’s been three weeks since we called it quits without a word between us, as we agreed, so it must be big for her to contact me now.”

My palms begin to sweat, and I pray, I fucking pray and hope what I’m thinking is not true, that she didn’t fucking get knocked up.

I don’t want a kid with my fucking blood—my father’s blood—running through its veins.