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Chapter Two
Nikki woke up in a panic at the feel of an empty bed. Sweat beading on her forehead, the dream she had was so real, her past and present colliding together, and Juice was right in the middle of it. Without warning, a scream escaped her lips, and tears cascaded down her cheeks. It was so real.
Those terrifying men that had invaded her life not that long ago, and taken away her family and youth had come back for vengeance, brutally killing Juice right in front of her. Payment for her testifying against them at the trial and putting them away for life, she knew that was impossible, they weren't getting out of jail anytime soon if at all. She had heard that two of them could possibly get parole in fifteen years, but it wasn't likely with the brutality of the crime they had committed.
Juice heard her screams and cries, and jumped out of the shower, he was right in the middle of, to tend to his girlfriend.
Completely nude, and soaking wet, with the ceiling fan going, even on low speed, it was enough to send little chill bumps over Juices skin, but he ignored them. Instead he focused his attention on Nikki, who had her face buried in her knees. Her body shook with her sobs. He sat down next to her carefully, "Nikki." He called out her name softly, maybe to get her attention, but to also let her know that it was him that would be touching her, something he learned to do a long time ago. Carefully, he touched her arm, then her shoulder, it was then that she finally looked up at him, and she sniffled, and threw her arms around his cold wet neck. He didn't hesitate in embracing her, it's what she needed, and that's just what he gave her.
"Hey baby, don't cry, everything is alright. Shhhh. It's okay." He repeated those words to her, until she was able to stop sobbing. Nikki looked up into Juice's eyes giving him a weak smile, "I didn't mean to interrupt your shower." She said, tears still dripping slowly down her cheeks. Juice cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Don't be sorry, baby, I wanted too." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She sucked in a breath, and in a moment, everything was better. She smiled up at him, biting her lip as she did so in realization that he was dripping wet, and naked. He caught that playful glint in her eye, and he smiled down at her, "But if you really are sorry, maybe you should come help me out, y'know, wash my back…" Juice winked, and smiled that wide happy smile he portrayed so well.
She smiled, and stood up. Standing directly in front of him, as she slowly pulled his shirt over her head revealing her completely naked body for him. She smiled, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, as she backed up, curling a finger at him as she did so, as if to say follow me. And follow her, he did.
The water cascaded down their bodies, like the droplets of a waterfall, beautiful and tranquil. Her back pressed against the tiled shower wall, her arms clinging hopelessly around his neck, much like his own arms that were firmly wrapped around her waist.
Their bodies pressed together in a tight embrace, their lips and tongues locked in a passion filled kiss. It was only when Juice lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist for support, and he slowly entered her, only then did they break apart. She gasped for breath as he filled her.
He dipped his head down, just above her collar bone, placing a kiss just above it, then trailing a line of kisses up along her jawline, and up to her lips. This time it was Nikki who took his lips into hers, and with that, Juice pulled out, then slowly pushed back in. Nikki's breath escaped her body, and she put all her effort into that kiss, her body already trembling. It was amazing how the slightest movements always made her body ready to come undone. It was something that Juice took pride in, and was highly proud of. He loved listening to her breathy gasps, loved with she pleaded with him to keep going, loved when her body shook under his touch, loved the hazy look in her eyes as their bodies climaxed. And when she did, her body stiffened around his, their fingers enlaced with each other's. His face resting on her shoulder, as they both caught their breath.
As their bodies came down from the high of love making, Nikki planted her feet on the ground of the shower. Juice pulled her into his embrace, placing a tender kiss on her forehead, "I love you." He whispered.
It felt good to him, being like this, it was something he wasn't used to doing, loving someone so intimately. Sure he had other girlfriends, but they were more for show than anything, good looking, curvy body, big tits. They were just there to make him look good. Just like the crow eaters, they were there to service the club member's needs. Juice had spent many nights with one, sure he was satisfied after, but he could never picture himself long term with anyone, not until he met Nikki.
Nikki had been a fresh start, someone who knew nothing about the club, or the way things worked with them. She was young, beautiful, and smart. She was only seventeen when they met, that first day when he found her in that bathroom, he had been twenty five. She had been unconscious for almost an hour, and the entire time he stayed by her side, holding her hand, whispering for her to come back to him. There was an instant connection between the two, he felt it. And when she did open her eyes and wake up, she felt it too. She didn't want him to leave, and asked him to stay, and he did until he was forced out by the doctors and nurses.
Then when it was time for him to check out, and carry on with this life, because of his age, they could no longer care for him. They advised him to therapy treatments three times a week. Nikki was devastated. It was technically illegal, their love forbidden by law, but what was Juice to the law anyway? He had always run with the wolves, why was now any different? Nikki was three weeks away from turning eighteen, and would most likely have been forced to stay in that institution until she turned eighteen, because, well, where else was she supposed to go, foster care? She wasn't mentally well enough for that yet, not to mention she was much too old. Nobody wants an adult child to care for, everyone wants a baby, or a child young enough they could still hold in their arms and tell stories to. So Juice put his best foot forward, he wasn't going to spend another night that that damn place, and neither was Nikki. They had escaped together, during the night when the staff was past the point of caring what was going on around them. It was quiet enough; they knew the doors they could take that wouldn't sound off any alarms. The only thing they had to do now was keep a low profile until Nikki turned eighteen.
Juice had money from the club, and some of his investments outside of it. It wasn't much, but the amount was enough to get them out of the state for a while.
Nikki rode on the back of Juice's Harley, through the night, her hands wrapped firmly around his waist; her head lay against his back. They had no idea where they were going, someplace where they could be safe, even if it was just for the night.
Finally around five thirty in the morning, they stopped at a motel right outside of Las Vegas, it was untouched territory as far as Juice knew, they would be safe.
Nikki had been nervous the entire time Juice was checking in. Before they even entered the motel, she had stopped him, trembling, "What if they recognize me, and they send cops and bring me back to CITYY?" Juice wrapped her in a tight embrace, kissing the top of her dark brown curly head, "No one is going to recognize you. Just stay behind me, or go sit down, let me do the talking." Together, they walked in, hand in hand until Juice pulled away, and motioned for Nikki to go sit on the green colored couch. Within minutes, Nikki wasn't sure how long exactly, her eyes had closed as soon as she sat down, exhausted from the riding all night.
Juice shook her awake, "C'mon, let's go." He said, handing her a card key. "We're on the second floor, room 211." Nikki just nodded her head in response too tired to say much of anything.
When they got to their room, Nikki was the first one to go inside. Wooden walls and thing blue carpet. There was only one full sized bed, a large window which was covered by a thick light tan curtain, and a small round table for two in front of it. The blanket matched the curtains, and the sheets were white. There was a set of white nightstands on each side of the bed, each with its own light and some Las Vegas travel magazines. Across from the bed was a long dresser, with a decent sized flat screen television. There was also a small hallway which lead to a double sink, and a door to the left with housed a small shower bathtub combo and a toilet. It wasn't the prettiest room, but it would do for now.
The awkward part would be sharing the bed with a guy who was almost eight years older than her. Nikki was a good girl from a wealthy family, and a bright future. She didn't date, because it was a rule her father had made before him and his wife decided to have kids. "No dating until you are of legal age." Nikki's eyes brimmed with tears as she recalled her father's strong voice booming through her memory. She was embarrassed, and silently apologized to her father.
"We should get some sleep." Juice said in a hushed voice, pulling Nikki from her thoughts. Quickly she wiped away her tears, and turned to Juice who was standing awkwardly by the bed. He knew about Nikki's past, and her promise to her father, it was the very reason why they had yet to have a first kiss, she turned him down. The only physical contact they had between them was holding hands, and hugging each other good night before it was time for bed. Juice was fine with that, for now, he had respect for the girl in front of him. She wasn't at all like the porn stars at Luann's studio. She wasn't like the crow eaters, she was just… her, a seventeen year old girl, whom he had fallen in love with. A broken seventeen year old girl who had her world ripped apart.
"I'll sleep on the floor." Juice said, giving her a half smile to reassure her that it was okay. He reached over and took the white pillow from the bed, and sat down on the floor next to the bed. Nikki bit her lip, and fidgeted, before making her way to the opposite side of the bed, and crawling in under the blanket.
Despite the warm weather, she felt cold, and pulled the sheets up to her chin. "Good night." Juice whispered. "Good night Carlos." She called out. Carlos because Juan didn't suit him she said, "It sounds like a grandpa name." She said with a giggle. "That's because it was my grandfather's name." A man he never met. "What about Carlos?" She asked him. "Carlos was my uncle. The only male figure I had to look up to. He died when I was eleven."
The room was quiet, and she felt awkward and lone in such a large bed. She wasn't used to so much space, even at home, she had a twin sized bed, and thought that was large. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but she just couldn't. She moved the pillow from under her head to her chest, hugging it, trying desperately to take comfort in something. She had never been in a situation like this before, and right now, she felt so alone. She wasn't even officially an adult, and she had broken out of a psych ward and run off with a guy much older than her. She was afraid the cops would come, and take her away, or take Juice away. They would bring her back to CITYY and she would never get the chance at a free life or love again. Juice would end up in jail, and they would never see each other again. She would be alone, she wouldn't have anyone to protect her the way he did.
She sniffled, didn't even realize she was crying until she felt the tears rush down her face, down her chin, down her neck where they tickled her and then disappeared somewhere on her skin.
Juice heard her cries, sat up, flicked on the light, and looked over at the bed. He had taken off shirt, because frankly, he couldn't sleep in clothes. It wasn't him. He didn't have a problem with his body image, but decided to keep the pants on to spare the innocent girl in the room. He didn't think to put the shirt back on, his only focus was to calm Nikki down.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked in a soft voice, as he scooted onto the bed. He wanted to reach out and touch her, pull her into him, but he didn't want to push her limits, not right now. "I'm scared." She sobbed, "The cops are going to find out, and think you kidnapped me. They will arrest you and put you in jail, they'll take me back to CITYY and I'll never get out. We'll never see each other again." She was hysterical now, as if speaking it out loud would somehow make it true. Juice smiled, and scooted closer to her, "Come here." He whispered, and she did. Didn't even hesitate to accept the invitation he had given her to fall into his arms, she did so with pleasure, feeling at peace whenever she could be with him. "Stay with me." She pleaded. "I'm not going anywhere." And just like that, they fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time.