Breaker: An MC Romance

Chapter 18

Breaker

I gruntas I swing the bat against the tree again, trying to get rid of my anger and agitation without breaking shit.

Momma is picking up Noah, who has gone back to not talking to me again since learning the news, and I”m fucking struggling. My girl, according to Snake, handed in her resignation two days ago, and still won”t open her door to me even when I plead. I mean, I could just unlock it with my key, but I don”t want her to pull back farther than she already has.

I feel like I can”t fucking breathe without her, and I”m running out of time. I”ve told her all my secrets, including when Doc and I fiddled with Kennedy”s first date’s car to ensure she didn”t go anywhere, yet the door remains closed. However, I did get a pissed-off call from Ken about it, so I know Quinn is listening.

I”m running out of ideas for getting her to understand that she”s mine and that the club won”t allow her to move.

I hit the tree again harder, bits of bark flying around me as the metal smashes against it, helping to soothe something inside me. I’m hitting the tree again and again, idea after idea coming to mind on how to keep my girl, including tying her to my bed, when my phone goes off. I sigh, hoping another drug dealer hasn”t popped up like a daisy.

I”ve managed to either scare off, seriously hurt, or kill every member of the group that tried to strong arm the residents of Huntersville into selling their gang’s cocaine through their businesses.

I drop the bat on the ground, then walk over to my cut and grab my phone. I ignore the eyes of the clubwhores who came out after I took my shirt off about an hour ago. I freeze at the words on the screen, panic slamming into me.

Paul S: Quinn”s in the E.R.

I don”t think. I grab my shirt, put it on, grab my cut, and then run for the clubhouse doors. I slam through them as the women moan, losing their entertainment, and head for the front door.

Behind me, Snake shouts, ”Where”sthe fire?”

I reply, ”Quinn”s in the E.R.,” as I slam through the front door and head to my truck, ignoring the voices clamoring for answers.

Ten minutes later, after breaking several speeding laws, I rush into the E.R. Becky, the nurse who is obsessed with Doc, looks at me from her spot near the desk. Her eyes brighten, but I ignore her and look at the cubicles. I see Paul”s figure near a partially opened curtain. I run over there and open the curtain, only to come to a stop.

My girl, who owns my heart, is sitting on the bed, her feet dangling off the side. I can”t even take in how beautiful she looks in the black wrap dress because my eyes go straight to her wrist. It’s swollen and bruised, propped up by two pillows.

Anger hits me hard.

”Noon, two days, Quinny, and no, I”m not giving you a choice. You will be there,” Paul says to Quinn before patting my back then leaving. I rush into the room and hurry to her side. I grab her uninjured hand, and place my lips to her head, inhaling deep.

Vanilla hits my senses as well as the scent of paint, making me smile.

”Who do I need to kill, Goldie?” I whisper against her head.

She hums, leaning against me, rasping, ”Slime,” completely confusing me. I lean back, causing her to look at me, her dark blue eyes shining with unshed tears, which I”m guessing has to do with her dad. I raise a brow at her, needing more of an explanation, and she chuckles.

”I thought it would be a good idea to let the kids use slime for weight measurements today. I”m pretty sure Noah was the only one who behaved.”

I snort and shake my head, causing her to lean against me again. I rasp, ”That”s because he loves you. Now, how did you hurt your arm?”

She sighs. ”I slipped on some slime. I tried to grab my desk, but I bashed my wrist against it as I hit the floor. It flipping hurt, too.”

I sigh, holding her tighter to me, careful of her wrist, enjoying her closeness after so long. We stay like this for a few minutes before she speaks.

”You shouldn”t be here, Alex.”

I smile at the use of my given name and reply, ”I wouldn”t be anywhere else, Goldie. Getting that message that you were here….” I hold her tighter. ”Fuck, it was like a dagger to my heart.”

She grips my arm around her waist with her uninjured hand. ”Dad thinks it”s just bruised but wants an X-ray to be sure. I”ll be okay,” she says.

My hold tightens. The thought of any of her bruised angers me. She was hurt, and I wasn”t there.

Fuck….

I place my nose on the top of her head. From the doorway, there”s a rustle, and then someone clears their throat before rasping, ”Hey, Breaker….”

Fucking Becky, trying to sound sexy when, in reality, it comes out nasally and whiny.

Quinn”s hand tightens, making me smile a little at the possessiveness she refuses to acknowledge.

Without even looking at her, I rasp, ”If you”re not here to tell me the x-ray is ready for my woman, then fuck off.”

She gasps, but again, I don”t look at her. Instead, I keep my arms around the love of my life, my nose to the top of her head, finally feeling centered. Like fuck am I allowing a patch chaser to ruin this.

She wants Doc, but any patch will do. That”s why no brother has touched her.

She clears her throat again. ”X-ray is ready.”

I nod, kissing my girl”s head before allowing them to escort her to an x-ray with me right by her side.

Like fuck am I letting her out of my sight.

Two hours later, after confirming that her wrist was just bruised and sprained, I pull up in front of her apartment.

Fuck, I hate this place.

I squeeze the steering wheel tightly, looking at the building, and ask, ”Are you going to let me in, or am I sitting outside the door?”

Fuck, I”m hoping she lets me in. After this evening, I”m barely holding on by a thread.

She sighs before whispering, ”I think it”s for the best if you go home ,Alex.”

I shake my hand, chuckling darkly. ”Better for who, Quinn? You or me?”

She sniffles as she grabs the door handle and rasps, ”For everyone,” then climbs out.

Does she really think I won”t follow her?

I curse before jumping out of my truck and running after her, not willing to allow her to shut that door in my face again. I fucking can”t.

Careful of her sprained wrist, I grab her uninjured hand and spin her around, making her gasp before I guide her to the wall just around the corner of the building entrance, making sure she doesn”t bang her head against the wall. My heart pounds in my chest.

Lust, love, and fear run through me.

I bend my head, keeping eye contact with her wide ones as I gently glide my hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up, before finding her heat, the gusset wet. I hold in my groan as I push the lace aside, running two of my fingers over her pussy lips. Her breathing picks up as I gently touch my lips with hers and rasp, ”Did you really think I”d let you walk away from me again after today?” I kiss her before whispering, ”I”m done waiting around for you, Goldie. It”s time I take back what”s mine.”

I kiss her hard, making her gasp, allowing me to shove my tongue into her mouth, groaning at her taste. I find her entrance with my fingers, and shove them inside her, making her stand on her tiptoes. I expect her to push me away, to scream at me, but instead, she lifts her fucking leg and wraps it around my hip, giving me better access as her injured arm goes around my neck. Our kiss heats up.

Fuck….

She moans against my mouth as I tilt my fingers and move them faster, hitting her G-spot and causing her to jerk her hips. The sounds of wetness echo through the late evening as her cunt flutters around my digits, making me moan against her mouth as our tongues grapple, my fingers thrusting faster. Suddenly, she moans against my lips, her cum flooding my fingers.

My heart races, my cock wanting his heat as her juices coat my hand.

As her orgasm ebbs, I slowly remove my fingers and break the kiss. We make eye contact as I lift my soaked fingers between us then suck them in my mouth, groaning at her taste, her eyes dilatating. And there”s my sign.

One moment, we”re looking into each other”s eyes, breathing heavily, and the next, my lips are on hers, our mouths devouring one another, and her legs are wrapped around my waist as I blindingly walk us toward the entrance, ready to finally have her body again and hopefully put my baby in her belly so she can never leave.

Her fingers run through my hair as I get us to the stairwell, making my cock strain against my jeans, and me groan.

Fuck, I”ve missed her.