Hollywood (Steel Demons MC #7)

Chapter Twenty

Winter

“Y ou’re a very good girl.” Hollywood stood in the doorway in nothing but a towel, bruised, a little bloody, and beautiful as fuck. The towel hung low, showing off his beautifully carved physique and the art that decorated his body. The purple circles already started to appear where he’d clearly been hit with something, likely a fist even though he refused to say where he’d been or what he’d been up to.

I licked my lips while my gaze raked over his body. “Am I?” I had no clue what he was talking about but when Hollywood was basically naked and telling me I was a good girl, I would lean into that shit.

He nodded and took a couple steps forward, his big hands rested low on his hips which, of course, drew my gaze to that mouthwatering vee that led down to his gorgeous cock. “Yeah. You could’ve told Cross the truth and brought him in on what was happening with you and Winston. You didn’t.”

I should have, but I sensed that Diesel and Hollywood didn’t want me to even though neither of them explicitly told me to keep my mouth shut. Maybe it was that Diesel had simply come to me and said the Sheriff wanted to talk to me without applying any pressure. “Seemed like the right thing to do.”

“Even though you didn’t know why?”

I nodded. “I’m good at reading people most of the time.”

“I think you deserve a reward.”

Hell yes. “I’m not opposed to a reward.” My heart pounded against my chest like a wild animal trying to break free.

His lips twitched. “Good. On the bed. Now.”

My nipples stiffened at the deep rumble of his commanding tone and my breath hitched. My legs wobbled with every step I took towards the bed. “Here I am.”

“Oh, I see you, Winter.” The way he said those words, the emphasis on my name set my panties on fire, despite how drenched they already were. This man had the ability to make me the happiest and horniest I’ve ever been at once. “In fact, you’re all I see.”

Shit. I was already falling for the man and if there was even a glimmer of hope that he felt the same way, I’d be falling completely in no time. “What do you see?”

“I see you, Winter. Just you.” He took a step forward. “I see your beauty.” Another step forward. “Your smarts.” Another step. “Your kindness sand ambition.” Two more steps and he was beside the bed, running one finger up the inside of my thigh. “I see all the parts of you, even the ones you try to hide.”

I wanted to ask what he thought I was hiding but his knuckles brushed over where I was hot and wet and swollen for him.

“Open up for me, Winter.” His words came out on a harsh voice and when I looked at him, his jaw was clenched tight as if he was trying to restrain himself. He growled when I let my legs fall open. “Good girl.”

Chills ran across my skin at his praise and my obedience was rewarded immediately. Hollywood pinched my pussy lips, alleviating the ache on my clit. I cried out my pleasure as he slid my panties to the side and slid two fingers deep while his thumb moved back and forth across my clit. “Yes!”

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.” His fingers pumped deeper, the sound of my moisture mixed in with his aroused moans. “Can’t wait to feel this tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock.”

“Yes, please. That. Right now.” My hips rolled and I gripped his wrist.

Hollywood stopped abruptly.

“What the fuck?”

He flashed a dark smile. “Hands over your head.”

My breath hitched again but I found myself complying with his request.

“Good girl. Now keep them there.”

The position forced me to arch my back even more, which drew his gaze to my nipples, so hard they were trying to cut through the cotton of my shirt. “Hollywood, please.”

He smiled, but it slowly disappeared from view as his mouth descended on my nipple, sucking the hard peak through the cotton which added another layer of friction. My whole body was hot and bothered, my nerves were completely exposed—so was my heart for that matter—and I leaned into that sensation. He moaned and moved to the other nipple, savage in his wild attack on my sensitive buds.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned and arched into his touch. Every flick of his thumb across my clit pushed me closer to the wild pleasure of orgasm. Every deep plunge of his fingers made me cry out for more, greedy for the erotic satisfaction I only ever experienced with him.

His free hand wrapped around my wrists, and I was pinned down, forced to accept all the pleasure he bestowed on me without touching him. It was a wicked kind of torture that I couldn’t get enough of. It left me hot and breathless, panting as the pleasure built until it exploded out of me. His teeth sank into my nipple and that was it.

I was a goner.

It was like a volcano erupted from my core and turned all of my bones to liquid. I melted into the mattress under his weight, a smile on my face as I rode out my orgasm. “Perfect. Just fucking perfect.”

“Yeah.” Hollywood pulled back with a smile as he released my wrists and slowly pulled his fingers from my body. “You are just fucking perfect,” he murmured as he licked my pussy off his fingers. “So fucking perfect, babe.”

I shuddered at the way his gaze held mine while he licked his fingers. “Need you. Now.”

He practically jumped off the bed and whipped away the towel that was barely restraining his rock hard cock before he joined me on the bed. His cock was big and thick, so swollen I felt my body moisten all over again instantly. He was notched at my opening and slid deep so achingly slowly my body trembled. “So fucking good,” he groaned when he was buried deep.

He pulled back and pressed even deeper just as my phone rang.

And rang.

And fucking rang.

It blessedly stopped and I got another stroke before it rang again. “Fuck.”

Hollywood rested his weight on his palms and glanced over at my phone. “Answer it.”

My brows dipped and my pussy wept but not in a good way. “What? Why?”

“I refuse to say his name while my cock is buried balls deep inside of you but answer the damn phone.” He nodded to the table beside the bed as he slowly extricated his long, thick cock from my body. “Do it.”

I closed my eyes and blindly reached for the phone, biting back a fuck load of annoyance. “Hello?”

“Winter! Thank god you answered. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Dad,” I sighed and covered my face with my free hand. “I’m fine. I’m with Hollywood, which is where I’m supposed to be. Right?” I uncovered my face and tapped the speaker button. “What’s up?” I’d never heard him sound so frantic in my life and the warm afterglow of an orgasm and the anticipation of coming around Hollywood’s cock slowly faded.

“I just got home and the whole damn place is trashed. Literally everything in sight is in pieces.” He was breathing heavy and speaking so fast it was hard to keep up with him. “Your room was hit worse than the rest, I’m guessing that was meant to be a message for me. Obviously.”

I looked up at a frowning Hollywood who stood stark naked with a chubby as he listened intently. “What else, Winston?”

“Hollywood? Thank goodness. Are you sure you guys are all right?”

He nodded even though my dad couldn’t see him. “We’re fine. Safe. What haven’t you said yet, Win?”

“Dammit, Hollywood. Can you take it off speaker?”

I snatched the phone before he could even think about blocking me out of his conversation. “No, Dad. He can’t. Say it now.”

“Okay fine. It’s not just the mess that prompted this call, it’s what they left behind.”

My blood ran cold before he even relayed the details because I knew it was going to be bad. Worse than bad.

“On top of all the broken dishes and electronics, the shattered wood and shredded fabric were photos of you. Not the millions I’ve taken over the years but new photos. Of you, shopping. On the porch reading. Hanging out with Luisa. Talking with a professor. Coming and going to job interviews. They’ve been watching you for a long time, sweetheart. Longer than I realized.”

I never heard my dad so afraid before, not even when it became clear that Mom wasn’t going to beat cancer. He’d kept a stiff upper lip just for me but now? I was terrified too. “I’m fine Dad. I’m here with Hollywood and I’m safe. I promise.”

“That’s good honey. Very good. Where are you? I need to see you with my own eyes to make sure you’re safe.” His voice was shaky, and I knew that I had to do this for him.

I opened my mouth to tell him we were at the clubhouse when Hollywood snatched the phone from my hand and pressed the mute button. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t tell him where we are.”

I frowned and reached for the phone. “It’s my dad. We can trust him.” I growled my frustration when he held the phone away from me. “He’s your best friend.”

“The whole damn point of having you with me is that he knows I won’t let anything happen to you. Because we’re best friends, he trusts me to put your safety above all else.”

“What?” I folded my arms. “And now you think he’s colluding with the bad guys?”

He flashed a hard smile. “No, Winter. He would never ask where you are because he knows if they apply enough pressure, he’ll break. He’s not alone, I think someone’s made him make this call.”

“Winter, are you still there? I can’t hear you,” my dad’s voice sounded strained.

Hollywood held the phone between us once again. “Don’t tell him where we are, Winter. Trust me.”

I nodded because I trusted Hollywood completely. So did my dad, which meant he was probably right. “I’m here Dad. Sorry, the connection got a little spotty.”

“No problem.”

“I’ve been thinking about Mom a lot lately,” I started with a wistful sigh. “She was so amazing, but her superpower was knowing when I was lying. Even when there was no way for her to know, she somehow always did.”

“Yeah, it was kind of freaky, wasn’t it?” He managed a laugh, but it wasn’t his real laugh, it was too tight and restrained, and it lacked the distinctive snort that came out whenever he laughed. “I wish I had that skill.”

“I think I might’ve inherited it,” I told him. “A guy was trying to b.s. me and I knew it. I had no reason to think it, he was nice and good-looking, but I just had that feeling you know?”

“Yeah,” he sighed heavily. “I know.”

“Let’s meet in the middle,” I proposed. “At the place where we had our last meal as a complete family.”

“Yeah okay,” he began and then the call ended abruptly.

“Dad?” I glanced down at the phone screen only to find my dad’s face smiling back at me because the call had ended. “Dad? No!” I had a bad feeling that he hadn’t just hung up on me because he would never do that.

“It’s okay Winter.”

“No it’s not. Something is clearly wrong.” My tears came immediately, and I let out a tortured scream.

“You’re right,” he agreed and wrapped his arms around me. “Something’s wrong and I’m going to check it out. You’re gonna stay here.”

“What? No, that’s my dad!”

“Winter.” He held my chin in his thumb and forefinger, forcing my gaze to his. “He’s my best friend and he’s trusting me with you, something I won’t betray even if it means you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, dammit.”

“I know but I need you to trust me. I’m going there myself. Right now.” He pressed his lips to my forehead and pulled back. “They want you to come running. Understand?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I understand.” I was a pawn in this game, one they were determined to use to get my dad to do whatever they wanted. I gripped his forearms. “With backup?”

His brows shot up. “Worried about me, babe?”

“I’m serious. Don’t do whatever the hell you did earlier to get those bruises and bloodied knuckles. You have all these guys here to help, let them help.”

His smile dimmed. “I won’t go alone, and you won’t leave the compound.”

“Deal.” I jumped in his arms and fused my lips to his, kissing him as if he was a soldier going off to war in a distant land. I poured all the things I was feeling but wasn’t brave enough to say into that kiss because I did trust him. I liked him and I wanted him, and I trusted him.

He pulled back first. “We’ll pick this up when I come back. Promise.”

“Thank you, Hollywood.” I kissed him again and then we both got dressed.

Once we left the room, he went to talk to his MC, and I joined a few of the women in the bar. “I need a beer mug of tequila. Stat.”

The women did what it seemed like they always did, they rallied around me and kept my mind focused on their love stories, their kids, and their lives, while I waited to hear good news about the two men who meant the world to me.