Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
She glides like silk underwater, and my emotions race through the water right along with her. Not in anger, more like desperation and frustration rolled into one. All night she’s been winding me up.
I came up here to talk but now won’t be able to leave until she’s crying my name and watching my come leak from her body.
Everything else be fucking damned.
Jesus, I had no fucking idea who she was. Now that I do, I should be far away from here but there’s a whole lot about her that makes staying away fuckin’ impossible.
Trying to hold a conversation with the boys was nearly unbearable when I felt each beat of her heart like a nail being jammed into my temple. And her scent sends me wild. I was constantly adjusting my cock. Being in the same room as her again was torture. I’ve never been into sugar and spice or anything nice, but her bubble-gum sweetness is a drug, and I’m forever going to be an addict.
Her name has been stuck in an endless loop inside my head. She’s in me deep, taking over my thoughts, overriding the cold fact she’s my daughter’s age, and one of the girls who I owe my life to after rebuilding my daughter. How can I come between Raney and Tristan, but I can’t even contemplate walking away.
Watching her hair float around her, I’m struck once again by her stunning beauty, but it’s more than skin deep. She’s like the incarnation of some water nymph goddess with all the good qualities in her heart and mind. I’m lock, stock, and barrel a devout follower in whatever sect worships her. Clearly that comes with another set of risks too because the thought of anyone besides me being fucking obsessed with her has my rage building up again.
Bubbles float up from her open lips, and my clothes drop off. I’m underwater, breathing into her mouth before either of us can take another blink. It’s a chaotic reunion. She squeezes life back into me as her nails scour over my shoulders in a desperation that matches my own.
We clash, intention and desire in every brutal kiss and touch. No shit, it’s the reunion I’ve needed. I feel like I’ve been away from her for years, as opposed to mere hours.
The way she tastes sends my head spinning more than a bottle of Jack. And as much as I fucking love her taste, I press my forehead against hers to give us both the fucking chance to take a lungful of sweetened air. In some ways the smallest of reprieves is both better and worse for the chaos she brings to my life. Seeing the way her shoulders rise and fall with each heavy inhale because I feel like I’m struggling to get any oxygen too. And I don’t want this woman to ever struggle because of me.
I park her ass on the edge of the tub before I let my arms go from around her. “Lie back, killer. I need to eat.”
Not only does Tristan fall backwards, but she also shuffles forward and pushes her hips up, her slit right there, level with my mouth. Dropping my hands to her inner thighs, my thumbs spread her pussy wide open, her little pink clit is swollen and wet. I pull her apart more, watching her open up.
“You know this is mine?” I ask, not waiting for an answer but instead flattening my tongue and licking my way into her sweet cunt.
Fuck, the taste of her and the noises she makes have me wanting to flip her over and fuck her hard. But before I can do just that, she digs her fingers through my hair and holds my mouth to her body, grinding her pussy over my face. She takes and takes and takes, but I give just as much. The first time she comes, she soaks my face, and I don’t wipe her come off my face as I sit back.
I move her to the edge of the spa and bend her legs before I guide them back towards her ears. Never seen a prettier sight either, her rosebud asshole on display, wet from my mouth and the gush of her pussy. Swooping back in, I eat her out, my tongue burying nice and deep in her before I suck on her pearly clit again.
“King,” she begs, and I watch as her body twitches in eagerness.
All thoughts of further tonguing her disappear when I witness the way her body actually needs. With a release of her legs, I am soon knocked at her entrance, my head spinning at how I have to feel her pussy quivering around my knot. I surge inside in one powerful thrust before pulling all the way out again.
“You want this?” I ask, waiting until she looks at me before I rut inside her tight pussy.
The way we fit together is like nothing I’ve experienced. Without exaggeration, it’s as if she’s an extension of myself. How we move is mind blowing, our bodies doing their own thing.
“Stop.” She moans when I’m in as deep as I can.
One word falls from her luscious lips and the whole fucking world and I pull to an instant and grinding halt. All I can hear is the mix of our ragged breathing, all I can feel is her body holding me tight, dragging me closer. Her eyes are wide and dilated but they’re glazed in wonderment too, her scent stronger now.
“Do you feel that?” Her loud voice is full of wonder.
Without explaining what that is, I know. It’s this crazy connection between us. It’s instant and immediately intimate, and within moments I feel her like I’ve never felt another person before. Whatever you want to call it—bond, rekindling, connection—keeps getting stronger and stronger the more I’m around her. I’m not a poet or overly educated, but I understand what we share is an amazing thing. “Yeah, killer, I feel that.”
She drops her forehead to mine, her mouth open so we’re trading air. “I swear, King, if you tell me this won’t work…”
“Do I look like I’m fuckin’ saying that?”
Tristan smirks before slamming her lips to mine, sealing our fate.
We move as one: her arms band around me, mine around her, and I spin us, putting my back against the wall in the corner. When I sit, her feet come up on the ledge and she tips her hips as I start moving again in smaller, harder intentional thrusts.
“Put your knot in me,” she pleads, her mouth against the shell of my ear, her breathing straining under the pleasure and pressure as I do what she asks. Her body opens up and again I’m struck by this sense of rightness.
My palms cover her ass cheeks, and I rub her over my knot, taking her orgasm even higher. But it doesn’t stop; her pussy squeezes me so tight I feel lightheaded. When her mouth drops over the one spot no other person has touched and she simulates a claiming bite, I come without sound, without fucking breathing.
An undulating wave of pleasure and release rolls down her back before she throws her head backwards and she comes on my cock, milking me harder. Tristan looks fucking stunning.
Her eyes flutter as she peaks, and I drag her closer, needing her skin on mine as her pussy keeps fluttering around my cock and over my knot. Once she’s skin to skin, she binds her arms around my head, and I suck a bruising hickey over the spot that will bear my mark.
We stay like that for a long time, long enough that I drop us back into the warmth of the spa. Neither of us are in a hurry to move, but it gives us the chance to talk.
“I didn’t know who you were, killer,” I say, my thumb trailing over the outline of my teeth on the column of her neck.
She’s watching me, and when I stop looking at what I’ve done and lift my eyes to hers, she’s smirking. “King, you’re lucky I don’t have a shoot tomorrow or breakfast with the girls.”
“Ain’t you got makeup?”
“What if I don’t want to cover it up,” she says, teasing me with her words and a small swirl of her hips. “God, you’re still hard.”
“Where you going with that?” I growl with words and a push of my presence. It sounds like she’s having a fucking dig at me.
Her lip tips up on one side, and she ignores where I was going. “I’m thinking we get out of the spa before I prune up, and you bend me over and fill me up again before we order room service.”
I stare into her eyes, not sure what I’m looking for, but before I find anything, she cups my face. I go to pull away, but she stops me. “I don’t care who or what you are. I definitely don’t give a shit about how old you are and who you’ve been with in the past, I want you.”
I start to say something, but she swipes her tongue over my lips until I let her in. And then I do as she wanted. I pick her up, walk with her still wrapped around me like a boa constrictor.
“How’d you get in, by the way?”
I chuckle, licking my way up her jaw. “You gotta know, I want something and there’s not much that’s gonna stop me taking it.”
“How though?”
“I got friends who work here. I asked for a key, and he said, ‘Yes, sir, King, sir.”
“Fuck me. How’s your ego?”
“Let’s focus on fuck me,” I say before I drop her on the edge of the bed.
There’s nothing I want more than to be inside her again, but first I take a walk around the suite and check the doors before grabbing my phone out of my jeans. I come back to the bedroom and find Tristan sitting legs crossed in the middle of the bed, naked. Looking like my fucking wet dream.
Instead of fucking, we have to talk though.
“You ever do that to me in public again, and I won’t be held responsible.” I swing around and drop on the bed, lying back, fucking beat.
She swings around and holds my arm up so she can curl into me, her thigh settling over my groin, her tits pressed against my side.
“Do what?” She laughs knowing exactly what I’m talking about.
“No one sees the colour of your fucking underwear, yeah?”
“King, are you asking me to be your girl?” She laughs again. And the way she is always so loud and forthright is refreshing.
“Not asking, telling,” I growl before fistinga handful of her hair and kissing the laughter out of her mouth. It tastes delicious.
She pulls apart after a few moments, and I chase her, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, watching fireworks go off in her eyes again. “We aff to talth,” she slurs since I won’t let her go. “Ifff you’re a good Daddy, and we talth, I’ll ssuk youth dick.”
“Tristan…”
She throws her head back and laughs again, but before we can say another word, my phone interrupts us. Handing it over, Tristan climbs off the bed and walks to the loo while I answer.
“King,” Jasper says without waiting for me to speak. “We got fucking issues at the shop. I called Joker, they’re on their way here.”
“What?”
“We got cars alight in the compound. Security went off about ten minutes ago, and I checked the footage.”
“Yeah?” I ask, watching her taking a piss. I swing up to standing, an ominous feeling burning through my bones.
Jasper keeps talking. “No shit, King, I swear the motherfuckers on the camera feed from the yard were Death Riders.”
“Bullshit.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. It would be pretty stupid, huh?”
“Third time I’ve heard their name. And they are stupid. Call me when you’ve spoken with Joker. Get the compound locked down.”
“Want me to call Siderno and let him know?”
“They wouldn’t dare go after Raney.”
At Raney’s name, Tristan swings around, eyeing me with concern. “I have to go,” I say to Jasper, but she nods her head, agreeing like I was talking to her.
Shit just got complicated.
Hanging up, I’m pulling on my jeans while she’s dressing into some sleep shorts and my hoodie that she pulls out of her bag.
I drop on the bed and lean over to her, getting ready to talk, but again she beats me to it, “Go. I get this is you, so don’t start expecting me to ask you to choose. Because I’m not like that.”
“How are you so fucking perfect?” I grin before kissing her until her eyes are dilated again. “Lock the door behind me, and I’ll call you later.”
She follows me, her footsteps quiet, her presence behind me loud and impossible to ignore. “Hey, King, I tried to call you, you know. Yesterday.”
“Yeah, cops cut our phones off. We got ’em working again. You should be sweet now.”
“I won’t call you. I’m going to sleep.”
“You need me, you call.”
“Okay…” She grins, and no shit, I can see the word ‘Daddy’ forming on her lips.
“You call me that…”
“Jesus, you get if you tell me not to do something I’ll do it?” But before I can say another word, my phone is ringing again and she’s opening the door. I pull her close to bite the side of her throat before leaving.
Coming up to see Raney was planned because I was also going to be here for our half yearly catch up with the other chapters of The Fallen.
Meeting Tristan on the way was a stroke of lady luck. I was travelling by myself to the chapter meet up because I needed to think and my bike was getting fixed. As a result, the pricks currently sitting around the table at Church with me have been giving me shit, pressing for details on who I’m fucking. But I shut that shit down.
The Southern Chapter of the Fallen have had issues with the Death Riders in the past because both clubs are vying for control of the lucrative party strip running along the coast. Back home, we haven’t crossed paths with them as much. Until now. And we need to figure this out fast because I refuse to have slimy fuckers like them anywhere near my club. You give assholes an inch and they start stealing women and kids from their beds and setting up factories to cook smack before you scratch your ass.
Tonight though, Ace and the boys and I have done enough talking and planning to fix the Death Riders problem for a while. Sitting back, I watch Ace open up the doors to the room we’ve been using for Church, letting the club sluts in to clean up. As is customary, a couple of them travel with us. Sadly, our barmaid from home is one of them.
Marnie keeps going out of her way to make sure my cup is filled, or I’ve got food before any of the other club sluts can. She’s been getting fucking territorial but ain’t got the right to. Years ago, I made the mistake of hooking up with her, but I made it clear it was nothing but a quick fuck. She seems to have a problem understanding that, and if Raney didn’t have such a soft spot for her, I would have shipped her off years ago.
Tonight, she all but shoves Ace’s old woman out the way in her desperation to get to me. And that ain’t cool.
“You want anything, King?” Her tits basically do the talking when she leans over the table, purposely making her t-shirt gape.
Joker sees what’s going on. “Fuck off, Marnie. I’ve told you so many fucking times to leave our president alone. He ain’t interested, never has been, so leave off or I’ll ship your ass back on the next bus out of here. Yeah?”
Marnie turns red as a beetroot before she rushes out. I don’t give a shit either if she feels uncomfortable because she needs the reminder. I’ve tried being friendly with her but at the same time I’ve made it clear we are not ever hooking up again. Period.
Joker, the big ugly fucker is like a dog with a bone sometimes, just as protective too. We’re tight and have been through the wringer. I never have to question his motivations. He goes back to talking shit with the boys sitting around the table when my phone goes off, interrupting us again.
“Bit fucking early for trouble, ain’t it?” I shake my head, pulling up the message.
There’s no name, no number. I told her to stay away, maybe she’ll listen now.
An attachment opens and a grainy image of the little Omega I got lost in fills the screen.