Chapter Forty-Nine
Ghost
I didn’t want to have this conversation with her. It wasn’t important. I had already made my decision.
“King asked me not to leave the club. He suggested I go nomad instead.”
I watched her face as I said the words. The fear and anxiety that I would go back on my word was obvious.
“What does that mean?”
“Nomads are still part of the club, but they aren’t tied to a chapter or region. They can live anywhere.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t like that word. It was right up there with fine .
“Talk to me, Princess.”
“What are you making?”
Her smile was tight. Her eyes glassed over. This was why I didn’t want to fucking tell her. I wanted to beat King’s ass for bringing it up in front of her. That was a dick move, and he knew it.
Turning the chair, I sat facing her. My hands found her knees, and I squeezed to get her attention.
“Talk to me.”
“What is there to talk about?”
“I know you have questions.”
Her hands twisted in her lap, and I placed mine over them. “Ask the question.”
“Are you going to do it?”
The question was so quiet I almost didn’t hear her. But the pain was loud. It screamed like a fucking banshee in the silent cabin.
“No. I already told King no. Which is why I didn’t need to talk to you. I didn’t need to ask you if it was ok because I wasn’t going to do it.”
“Is it something you want? To stay in the club?”
“What I want is you.”
“Travis...” Her voice trailed off, and I knew she was frustrated. She wanted me to say yes. She wanted me to prove I was just like her brother and Danny. Putting the club before my family.
“Listen. I won’t lie to you. I love being in the club. I love my brothers. But I love you more. If having you means I can’t have them, then fuck it.”
“You’ll grow to resent me.”
“I won’t,” I insisted.
“You can’t know that,” she argued.
“I can’t know what I feel and what I want, but you’re sure of what will happen down the road?”
“It’s how it works. Gunner put me first until I was an adult. Then he pushed me aside for the club.”
“I am not your fucking brother. What he did was a dick move. He shouldn’t have walked away from you. He knows he fucked up. I won’t make that mistake. I know what I have in my fucking arms. I’m not willing to let it go.”
“The longer we’re together, the more it will hurt when you leave.”
She was breaking my fucking heart. I didn’t know how to get her to believe that I wasn’t leaving her.
“I’m not leaving, Princess. You’re fucking stuck with me.”
Standing up, I kissed the top of her head and went back to making the breakfast food we would have for dinner.
“Danny and Dante are staying here.”
Her words caught me off guard. “They are?” That was news to me.
She nodded. “Danny said he couldn’t promise how long, but for now they are staying. They aren’t going back to New York.”
“That will be great for you. Maybe you can reconcile with your brother while we’re here. If nothing else, it gives you time with Haizley.”
Continuing on with my task, I waited. I knew it was coming. She would continue to test me until she was confident in my decision.
“If we’re here...” she paused. I heard the tremor in her voice. The fear of the suggestion she was about to make. “You could stay with the club.”
“Already made my decision, Princess.”
“But, Travis—”
Looking over my shoulder, I cut off her words with a look.
“I made my decision and I don’t regret it. It has nothing to do with Sypher and Pippen. It had nothing to do with Dani. It was about you and me and what was best for us.”
Without waiting for an answer, I turned back to the stove. It didn’t take long to fry up some bacon and eggs. I set her plate in front of her and sat down beside her. We ate in silence and I hated it. I needed to show her how much she meant to me.
When we were done with dinner, I sent her in to take a shower. I quickly cleaned up the mess, washing the dishes by hand and putting them away. Giving her time to think on her own was risky, but I wanted her to get worked up. I wanted her caught up in her head, thinking about all the ways I might walk away from her.
When the water turned off, I walked back to the bedroom, turning the lights off behind me as I went. I didn’t bother locking the door. No one was out here. The threat to her was gone. And the threat to the MC? Well, a locked door wasn’t going to keep that at bay.
I entered the bedroom. Melissa was sitting at the end of the bed, a towel wrapped around her wet naked body, and my dick immediately took notice. That fucker needed to calm his fucking balls.
“Get into bed. I’m gonna jump in the shower quick,” I said, kissing the top of her head. I hadn’t kissed her since everyone left, and I knew she was wondering why.
Turning on the water, I let it run over my hand until it was warm. Then I shed my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I had more important things to think about. I showered quickly, but took my time before getting out.
I wanted her so fucking bad that my dick was a steel pipe. If I didn’t do something, I would come the second I was inside her. With a little shower gel in my hand, I stroked myself, thinking about the woman waiting for me in bed.
Her wet, naked body. Her full, heavy breasts. Her soft plump lips replacing my hand. The sweet, delicious cream that waited for me between her thighs. Her hot, tight pussy that was made for me. The perfect size to hug my cock when I slid into her. I slammed my hand on the shower wall as I came.
“Travis? Are you ok?”
“Yea” was my strangled reply. “I’ll be right there.”
After rinsing off, I turned off the water and climbed out. I quickly dried off, not bothering to wrap a towel around my waist. My dick was still half hard, but it wouldn’t be for long.
Christ, I was never soft when she was around. I wondered if I ever would be again. I was resigned to living the rest of my life in a semi hard state. Which wasn’t the worst thought in the world. As long as she was there beside me, to help me out.
I climbed into bed, but instead of pulling her against my chest, I crawled on top of her and pressed my lips to hers. Slowly, I let my mouth speak without words. My tongue caressed her lips, encouraging her to open for me.
Held up by my elbows, I let the weight of my pelvis press her into the mattress. My cock was fully hard again and pressed against the juncture of her legs. Her hands roamed over my sides, before grabbing my ass and pulling me closer.
When she lifted her hips and tried to move things along, I growled. This wouldn’t be a hard, fast fuck like it usually was. I wanted to take my time. She wasn’t my greedy little whore tonight.
No, tonight she was my princess, and she deserved to be worshiped.
My lips trailed a path across her cheek. I nibbled her earlobe and the whimper from her lips had me twitching against her leg. My goddamn dick was as greedy as she was.
Continuing my pursuit down the side of her neck, she tilted her head with a moan. Despite her protests at my slow movements, every soft sound that came out of her told me she was loving every minute.
I wanted to lick every inch of her soft, creamy skin. The slight hint of the lotion she rubbed on after her shower fueled my desire. But I was determined to take it slow. Show her how much I loved her.
Pulling her hand from my ass, I kissed her palm as I stared into her eyes. Her breathing sped up as I kissed her wrist. My gaze never wavered from hers as I made my way to the inside of her elbow, then her bicep. Soft, whisper-light kisses all the way up her arm.
My teeth dug into her shoulder, and her eyes closed. A heavy sigh my reward when my tongue soothed the pain I had just inflicted.
“Travis, please.”
“Patience, my princess. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
Sucking her nipple into my mouth, she cried out, arching her back. Her hand held the back of my head as if she was afraid I would pull away. There wasn’t a chance in hell I would leave her now.
Or ever.
I played with her breasts, switching between sucking her nipples and flicking them with my tongue. I held them both in my hands, feeling the weight and pushing them together. God, I wanted to fuck her tits. But not tonight.
Tonight was about romance.
We would have a lifetime for all the dirty, depraved, kinky shit I wanted to do to her. No, tonight was about her. Melissa needed to feel loved, cherished. I wanted her to know the truth of what I felt for her behind the pleasure I could wring from her body.
Moving further down, I licked her ribcage, and she laughed. Nipping at the bone had her jumping.
“Stop, that tickles.”
I loved her laugh. I wanted to hear it every day. Every hour. I never wanted her to stop smiling. Never wanted her to hurt or be angry. Well, that was a lie. I loved seeing the fire in her eyes when she was pissed.
My teeth bit down on her belly. She pushed at my head, trying to speed me along.
Oh, Princess, you have no idea how much patience I have. But you’ll see.
Moving to her hip, my hands roamed over her breasts once more, pinching a nipple when I nipped her hip.
“Oh God, Travis.”
The intoxicating scent of Melissa had me in a trance long before my face landed between her thighs. The sweet smell of her pussy had me momentarily forgetting that I was supposed to be going slow. I wanted to dive in the deep end and never come up for air.
“Please, Travis,” she begged, digging her heels into my back.
My hands splayed out across her soft belly, holding her down. Kissing her mound, I groaned. My every sense was on alert.
I could see the wetness leaking from between her lips. Remembering the way she tasted, I leaned in. A long slow lick with my tongue caused a low moan from Melissa.
The sounds that came from her had my dick pulsing faster than my fucking heartbeat. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I was gonna blow my fucking load on the bed.
She was a fucking addiction. It was the only reason my face was still buried in her cunt. I loved the way she smelled, the way she tasted. And I wanted her to let go all over my goddamn tongue. I wanted her scent to mark me. I wanted other women to smell her on me, so they knew I belonged to only her.
And I wanted other men to know they didn’t stand a fucking chance. She was mine.
Mine to love.
Mine to cherish.
Mine to fucking claim.