Free Crash & Burn by Jaci J

slice.
    “Well then, stitch it up doc.”
    “Would you like some medication for it?” Does he really fucking think he needs to
     ask me that?
    “Fuck yes. The good shit.”
    A couple of pokes and I’m numb as a motherfucker. Too bad he couldn’t do that shit
     to my heart.
    “What the fuck ya do?” Stitch stares down at my arm as doc sews it up.
    “King’s a stupid asshole.”
    Throwing his head back, King laughs and raises his beer in some half-assed toast.
     Stitch shakes his head and walks away. Getting pretty fucking sick of all the looks
     and disapproving stares. Fucking assholes. They don’t stop that shit, I’ll be breaking
     faces real soon. Sitting at the bar with my arm on a towel, the doc starts the pulling
     and tugging, sewing my shit up as I start my drinking and smoking routine.
                  “Shit Tank, what happened?” My baby’s voice asks all soft and sweet, just like I like
     it. I hear her from somewhere beside me. I’m numb, high and feeling fucking good.
     Somewhere deep down, I knew she’d come. She always does. Turning my head over on my
     rested arms I see her standing by me. She’s leaning over the bar, staring at my arm.
     Fuck I’ve missed those eyes. The way she’s looking at me with sadness, love, and with
     her whole heart has me feeling fucking desperate all of a sudden. I feel out of control.
     I want her here. I don’t’ want her to ever fucking leave me again.
    “Aye baby, c’mere.” I just want her close to me. Holding my hand out to her, she steps
     toward me and right into me, where I want her to be. I have no fucking clue what’s
     gonna happen tomorrow, no fucking clue if this is the last time I’ll see her, touch
     her, or even be near her again, so I have to have her. Just can’t let this shit go.
    “Let’s go.”
    “Tank,” she says hesitantly. I watch her battle my request. I know she doesn’t really
     want to come with me, but her love for me won’t let her tell me no, and I’ll use that
     against her to get my fix, always hurting her to get what I need. If I was a good
     guy I wouldn’t do this shit to her. I wouldn’t ask her to do shit I know she doesn’t
     want to, but I’m not a nice guy.
    “Just want you Lil.” She takes my hand and comes with me. No questions asked.
                  Pushing her body up against the bathroom door she molds right into me. Those legs
     go instantly around my waist, arms around my neck and fingers digging  as I touch
     every square inch of her body. I run my hands over every sexy curve and feel every
     part of that perfect fucking body pressed against mine. Those big tits pressed against
     my chest, that sweet pussy rubbing against my dick. I am fucking crazy for her. I
     crave her like a fucking junky, and she’s a fucking habit I just can’t kick.
    Alcohol runs through my veins, pain meds numb my body, and the weed makes shit hazy,
     but I can still feel her. I’d know this body anywhere. I’ll always know my baby’s
     body.
    “Why do you keep doin’ this shit to me?” she asks in a pained whisper against my neck.
     I know I’m slowly killing her, but still she lets me. Fuck, I don’t think I could
     even stop if I wanted to. Biting down on my skin, she licks her way up my neck. Shit
     makes me so goddamn hard, it’s painful. This isn’t to hurt her, this shit’s all for
     me.
    “Shut up baby. Just for tonight. Give it to me tonight.” I know she will because she’d
     never tell me no. She loves me to goddamn much. And like a selfish prick I take it
     from her. I’ll keep on taking until there’s nothing left of her for anyone else.
                  I don’t do this shit nice. This is for me. Pushing that skirt to her hips and barely
     pulling my dick out of my pants I shove into her hard, so rough that her head hits
     the door. Pulling all the way out, I slam back into her tight, wet pussy so hard my
     balls slap against her ass. Her fingers are