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Song for this chapter: Slow Hands by Niall Horan

~Raegan~

Tweaker smashed his lips against mine and I swear I felt fireworks. I hadn't been intimate with anyone other than Josh since I was a teenager—and I was nothing short of giddy to take Tweaker for a test ride. His blonde beard was pinchy against my skin as he dragged his lips down to my neck, but I didn't care one bit—the feeling was delicious nonetheless. He sucked at the skin just above my shoulder and I let out a soft moan.

"You Good?" he asked, looking up at me with a smug smirk.

"So good," I confirmed, breathlessly.

Tweaker bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he dragged his hands down the expanse of my body. He stopped at my ass and took in a full squeeze. I let out a breath, trying but failing to control myself. I already felt myself growing wet at his touch even though it was just over my jeans, and I couldn't imagine how much better it would feel when he was actually touching me for real. I hadn't come at the hands of anything other than a battery powered toy in over a year—it was safe to say my lady parts were a bit desperate for some male contact.

"It's about to get better," he promised, moving his fingers straight to the zipper on my jeans. I made no move to stop him, I only reached forward to do the same to him. My jeans were already half-way down my knees while I still fumbled with his belt, my hands were shaking with anticipation.

Tweaker held his large tattooed hand over mind and let out a small chuckle. "Let me help you with that, babe," he teased.

I pulled my hand away, willing to do anything that would get him inside me faster.

Damn, I was such a slut.

I had only started speaking to this man again two days ago, and here I was half naked, in a storage room, desperate to feel him fill me. Even if I wanted to stop—which I sure as fuck didn't, I doubted my desire for him would let me. It was an attack of the lady parts. My vagina was in control here, and she wanted Tweaker, bad.

Tweaker freed himself from his pants, and his hard dick sprang out in front of me. He was big—much bigger than Josh. I gulped, but rather than feeling nervous about what it would be like once he filled me, I was growing more and more excited. I didn't even think I would be able to hold out past a minute. I was about to last about as long as a guy who'd had just been released from a ten-year prison sentence—and I had no shame about it either.

"Please," I begged, pulling my own panties down to meet my jeans that were pooled around my feet.

My desperation was probably doing wonders for his ego, but I couldn't think about that now. No. All I could think about was that I was finally about to have sex after spending the last year without it.

Tweaker's eyes grew dark with lust as he pulled the condom from his pocket. He ripped the condom open with his teeth and slid it over his length in record timing.

"Been thinking about doing this all day," he mumbled, as he nibbled on my ear.

I let out a moan—louder than I cared to admit because I had, too.

Tweaker spun me around, forcing my hands against the wall. I gasped as he came up behind me and slid his hand low in front of me

"Fields ever fuck you like this?" he asked, running his lips over the back of my neck as he slid one bra strap down my arm.

I shook my head. "Never."

Josh and I—when we were having sex that was, were completely vanilla. In a bed, missionary position, always just before we went to sleep. We'd never done something crazy like fucking in public. I was willing—I had always been a little wilder than him, but it just wasn't who Josh was.

Tweaker slipped one finger inside of me, and I swear I almost lost it then.

"You're so wet," he teased, working my clit with his thumb, while he slid another finger inside.

I cried out, not even able to voice any words.

Tweaker let out a little chuckle as he sucked on my left shoulder. His lips were warm and soft, but the feel of his beard on my skin added the slightest bit of roughness to his touch.

"Aaron," I mumbled, silently begging him to put me out of my misery.

This was not the time to be a fucking tease. I was growing dusty down there and I needed a dick inside of me before I turned into a damn grandma.

Tweaker pulled his fingers out of me abruptly and I gasped at the loss of contact. Before I was able to voice my disappointment, he shocked me by placing his hands low on my hips and bending me over just slightly against the wall.

"It's Tweaker," he reminded, while finally pounding into me from behind.

I saw stars. If heaven existed, this is what it must feel like. If I was Buddhist, this would be my damn nirvana—that's how good he felt. It hurt a little as he stretched me—almost like my first time, but the pleasure completely outweighed the discomfort.

"Oh, god," I cried out, while Tweaker thrust into me once.

My hands were growing clammy against the wall, and I was struggling for dear life to have them hold me up.

I felt one of Tweaker's hands move from my hip to the inside of my bra. He squeezed my breast tightly in his hand, while he slid the other one back down in between my legs. Tweaker worked my clit with one finger from the front and fucked me hard from behind. It was glorious, wonderful, and completely overwhelming all at the same time.

"I'm so close," I warned.

Tweaker swirled his tongue just below my ear and I shuddered. I was trying to hold on, but I just couldn't.

"Not yet, babe," he demanded, pinching my nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

An unattractive noise fell from my lips—something between a scream and a groan, but I couldn't help it when the man was working me like this from nearly all angles. I hadn't had sex in over a year, how the fuck did he expect me to last this long? It was a miracle I didn't come on the spot when he'd said, "I'd fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk for days", and now he expected me to hold myself back even longer? Not a chance.

"I can't," I cried, as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

My legs were beginning to quiver and my back was aching from being bent down against the wall in this position, but I wouldn't dare move until I'd reached the finish line.

Tweaker knelt his head down and connected his lips to mine. His tongue tasted faintly of the beer he'd been drinking earlier tonight, but I couldn't help but love the taste as he swiped his tongue against mine.

"Okay, babe," Tweaker whispered into my mouth. "Let go," he said, as he delivered a pound so hard, I'd nearly slammed my head against the wall.

With that, I felt myself come undone. My vision blurred and my back cramped up, but it was the best discomfort I had ever felt in my entire life.

Tweaker thrust inside me two more times before I felt him twitch inside of me, filling the condom, while he let out a low grunt.

I felt empty when he pulled out of me, but as I stood up straight and turned to face him, I couldn't help the stupid grin on my face.

"Thank you," I said, my smile so wide, it nearly reached my ears.

Tweaker let out a chuckle as he pulled off the condom and tossed to the ground. "For what?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Just possibly the best sex of my life."

Tweaker's greenish-blue eyes narrowed as he took a step forward, nearly closing the space between us. He placed a hand just above my ass, that was still exposed to him and shook his head. "Don't thank me yet. I'm taking you back to my place—I'm not done with you."

I may have had to wait 15 months, 3 days, and 7 hours, but sex with Tweaker was well worth the wait.

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We'd somehow made it the duration of the car ride back to Tweaker's place fully clothed—but not for lack of effort. And now, after round two, and three, we were laying in his bed, my head resting on his chest while he ran his fingers up and down my arm.

We didn't speak, only lay there in silence, as I took him in. I couldn't help my eyes linger on the scar underneath his right eye, but I didn't dare ask him how he got it. Instead, I focused my attention on one of the many intricate details of the tattoos covering nearly his whole chest. Most of them were just designs, some of them bearing the Tribe symbols, but one, in particular, caught my eye among the rest.

I traced my finger over the ink, and Tweaker looked up at me with surprise.

"What's it mean?" I asked, pointing to the elegant font that made up a quote in a language unknown to me. The quote sat across his collarbones in almost a banner shape and seemed to frame the other tattoos perfectly. 

Tweaker let out a breath, moving my hand down to his stomach. "It's Latin," he said, without elaborating.

I looked up at him with curious eyes and he seemed to realize that I wanted more details.

"That's a story for another time, Toots," he mumbled.

I was surprised to know these words actually had a significant meaning. If I was being honest, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had told me it meant fuck bitches get money. But the way he was hesitant to share what it meant told me that it was actually special to him.

"What about this one?" I asked, tracing over the small tattoo on his right shoulder that was of a 6%  in a deep red font. 

He shook his head. "This one too." 

"This have to do with your nickname?" I asked, hesitantly.

Aaron had become Tweaker once he'd joined the Tribe, but I had heard rumors. He'd fallen off the wagon—became an addict after we graduated high school. I hadn't seen him around for a while, but Tooele was a small town and people talked. I'd heard some fucked up things about what'd been going on with him, but I'd never been close enough to him to get confirmation—until now that was.

Tweaker nodded. "I went through a rough time for a while. "Got hooked on crank—turned into a fucking zombie."

"That's rough," I said, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes.

I'd never really been into drugs myself—the recreational hit of a joint sure, but I'd never done anything harder than weed.

"It was," he confirmed. "But I got through it. Been clean over two years now,"

I rolled my eyes and let out a little laugh.

Tweaker sat up against the bed frame and pulled me up with him. "What?" he questioned.

I scoffed. "Tweaker, we may not have spoken in years, but I've seen you around."

He shrugged. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I sat upright and pushed off against him. "You smoke weed like its cigarettes and you always have a drink in your hand. That doesn't fit the definition of clean in anyone's books."

I didn't care what he did, but I sure as fuck knew he was far from clean.

He chuckled and pulled me in closer. "Weed and alcohol were never the problem, Toots. They help actually—at least for me they do."

My eyes narrowed. "So when you say clean, what do you mean?" I questioned.

"Haven't touched the stuff—crank, meth, whatever you wanna call it, in over two years. Weed and beer are about as far as I go."

"Wow," I said.

I'd never really known anyone who'd struggled with addiction, but overcoming a meth addiction seemed like a big accomplishment.

"This conversation is getting too heavy," he replied, flipping me over so he was now hovering above me. "You up for round four?" he asked, his face lighting up with a smile.

I frowned and looked at the time on his alarm clock. As much as I wanted to make up for the last year by fucking Tweaker all night, I had Jamie in the morning, and I needed to be home by the time he woke up.

"I would love too," I admitted. "But, I should get home."

Tweaker's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "You don't have to leave. You can spend the night," he offered.

While I was flattered, the idea of sleeping in a bed with him that he's fucked god knows how many women was unappealing. Beyond that, I really did have Jamie to worry about.

"Tempting, but I need to be up early," I said, only telling part of the truth. I sincerely doubted this would be happening again, so I felt no need to explain my situation with Jamie.

Tweaker nodded, his expression clearly disappointed. "Alright," he relented. "I guess I'll take you home."

"Thanks," I said. "For everything."

Tweaker smiled and pulled me in for a soft kiss. "Your welcome," he said, once he pulled away. "And I mean it when I say anytime."

I chuckled, but his face stayed straight, telling me he was serious.

"Anytime you want under me, give me a call and I'll be there," he promised.

A declaration like that might just get me in trouble.