Stalking the Dancer || 18+

Part Six - Dorothy

They stole my fucking bike.

Took my woman.

Bashed my goddamn phone to bits.

"How long are we gonna let him spin out?" 

"He's had a long day, a Big Bear tantrum was inevitable." 

The lamp I'm holding slips from my hand and falls to the floor as I turn to face the fuckwads in the doorway. I vaguely register the glass crunching under my boots as I turn to them, "Stop talking like I'm a little kid." I force out between pants as I attempt to catch my breath. 

"You've spent the last twenty minutes destroying Lee's apartment in a fit of rage, what would you call that?" Rome raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. "He had it coming." I grunt as I push between them to get through the door. I need to figure out the fastest way to get to Ray's place.

"Bill," I hear them calling my name which has my feet taking the steps downstairs two at a time. They held me down while Ray carried off the most important person in my life. I'd finally got her talking and they took her. The blood in my veins is fuzzy, making me feel high. By the time I'm inside my apartment, I'm struggling to hide the shakes racking my body. 

"Billy, listen," I can't stop the knee-jerk reaction before I hear my fist crack against Rome's jaw. His blue hair cuts through the air as he stumbles backward into Antoine's arms. My eyes go to his face, my next target, and I grunt a bullshit apology before my knuckles connect with Antoine's eye socket. My left hand twists into the expensive fabric of Rome's shirt as I pull him up to meet my eye-line. 

"Nothin' personal," I force my hand into the front pocket of his jeans before pulling out his keyring. Shuffling from the corner tells me that Antoine's back to his feet so I make quick work of headbutting Rome and dropping his limp body to the floor before turning my attention to my other friend. 

"Man, just spare the face," I stalk toward Antoine, push him to the ground, and turn back to the stairs, with a single thought on my mind.

Dorothy.

My blood is boiling at the memory of her straddling Ray's Harley in the little helmet he must've bought for her. Fuck it, fuck the whole thing; I'm gonna kill him. 

Rome's blue bike is parked right up front and I'm peeling out of the parking lot before the front door can swing closed. My loose, white shirt billows around me as I head toward the mountain road leading to Ray's house. There's not a doubt in my mind that's where he took her, but he'll go to the Oake soon for work and I doubt he's stupid enough to leave her behind. 

My head has been spinning since the moment they took her away from me, thoughts swirling through my mind so quickly that I can't seem to grab onto any of them. I know they're doing this to punish me for treating her like she's property, I get it, but she is mine. I can't deny it anymore, not after her green eyes begged me to take her the way I had last night. I shouldn't do anything to scare her off, I know that, too. Yet I can't shake the memory of her body against mine while we made out in my room. I can't scrub the sight of her all flustered and needy out of my fucked up brain even if I want to, which I don't.

My mind seems to wind along with the road, wandering away from the situation at hand and back to my Doe. She's a tiny little thing, probably a foot shorter than me, but with her chest pushed out and her chin tilted high she can control a room of hot-headed bikers in a split-second. Might be the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen. The freckles that spread up her cheeks frame her face like little stars frame the sky at night. I wonder what she'll look like naked, blushing, underneath me. My jeans are tight at the thought.

The leaves have been falling from their branches for a few weeks now, decorating the asphalt in red and gold. I wish she was with me, seeing this. On our drive back to the apartment I'll have to point them out to her. 

It's been twenty minutes, at most, when I finally pull through the old gate at the end of Ray's driveway. Rome's Tomahawk is loud as shit and nowhere near street legal, which takes any element of surprise off of the table. Poor dumbass picked the wrong day to drive his most expensive bike.

The garage door is open, revealing an empty spot where Ray's bike is usually parked. Lee's truck sits empty at the end of the driveway so I park and head for the front door. It's cracked open, I can see that before my boot hits the front porch. My blood runs cold, I can't think of a reason the guys would leave the cabin like this unless they were playing a sick prank on me. I wouldn't put it past them, it's not like I don't have it coming. 

The front room is empty and the lights are off as if no one is home. The dining room is cluttered, as usual, and the kitchen is dark when I peek in. I ascend the stairs two at a time, heading to the first guestroom that may as well have a neon 'vacant' sign hanging on the door. It'd make my life a little easier.

The next one is just as empty, but the third reveals a very unmade bed. I should've guessed he put her in the room closest to his but my head is in the fucking clouds. I look down at my shaking hands, my knuckles are caked in dried blood and starting to turn my tan skin purple. 

"Took you long enough." 

My eyes find her standing in the doorway to the closet, hands planted firmly on her hips, looking as edible as I've ever fucking seen her. Crutches lean against the wall next to her making me wonder if she's been standing there waiting for me. I hope so.

"Can I come in?" I ask like a vampire cursed to remain outside until invited in. I feel like it's the least I can do to give her agency over the situation before I force her to go home with me. Her dark auburn hair flows around her shoulders when she nods her head at me. I don't waste time before closing the gap between us- I've lost enough time with her already. My hand finds the side of her neck, cupping her jaw. 

Those molten eyes are already lookin' at me before I can get my focus back, effectively stealing the breath from my lungs in the process. I've never met a woman that had such a physical effect on me until Dorothy. I never want to go back to the bullshit excuse for intimacy that I've had before, I need this woman the way I need air to breathe. 

"The door was open down there," 

"I left it unlocked for you."

I hope she can't see my hands shaking, the electricity in my veins is running in thick currents. "Now why in hell would you do that?" I question her harshly, wanting to see what she'll do. Her eyes search the floor and I can practically see the gears turning in her head. I'd do anything to know what she's thinking about. Slowly, her eyes drag up my body and stop on my face, "You were going to break in." 

Well, I don't hang my hat on being unpredictable. "How'd you figure that?" My voice comes out in a slow drawl, I can see how it makes her squirm. "You did it last night and I knew you'd come for me again."

She knew I'd come for her.

My pants are painfully tight but I'm doing my best to ignore it for now. I can't believe this little pouty-lipped, freckly woman is mine. She's either brave or clueless, the way she stares into my eyes makes that obvious. I look at her closely before closing the space between us, "You wanna tell me why you're actin' like this is just another day in the life?" My rough hand finds her jaw and I tilt her chin up with my thumb. I dip my head so that we're nose-to-nose before I loosen my grip enough for her to relax into me. 

The green in her eyes is deep and bright at the same time. A vast forest that sucks you in to wander forever. They shimmer at me with a vulnerability I typically only see in the mirror. 

"Why should I?" 

I think the zipper in my fucking jeans is gonna break. "I can think of a couple reasons," My head turns on its own, lining my mouth up perfectly with hers. I don't intend to miss an opportunity to have my Doe. She left the goddamn door open for me, after all.