Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
Giorgia
“He’s really mad, isn’t he?” I ask Noah, running my fingertips lightly over his bottom lip, the lip that I’d just taken a bite out of while riding him hard.
“You know your brother; he’ll get liquored up, be AWOL for a few days, and then he’ll show up with a face like thunder. It might take a while, but he’ll come to terms with it; he’s got no option.”
“Come to terms with what exactly?” I ask coyly.
His gentle lovemaking this morning when we’d woken in each other’s arms had said it all.
The way he’d touched, kissed and teased every inch of my body so softly, like I might break.
The hesitancy until I’d begged for more had been blatantly clear.
He wanted me; more than that, he craved me.
It wasn’t until I’d taken the lead, moved to straddle him and taken his hard cock inside me, had he let loose, giving me exactly what I needed.
Hard, fast fucking. Reality of the here and now decimating the horrid memory and thoughts of what could have been.
Boxed, sealed and put away into the black hole in my mind as an unrequired memory.
“That you’re mine,” he pulls me to him, lips crashing against mine. “Be my Old Lady?” he pleads against my lips. “Whatever the consequences, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, I need you to be mine.”
“What?” I spurt out, pushing back, putting some space between us. “Isn’t this all a bit too soon? I…”
“No, it’s not. It might seem it to you, but fuck, Gio, you’ve been living in my head, against my better judgment, since I took you home drunk that night, three years ago.
Damn. The inappropriate thoughts I’ve had about you.
Dreams? You've been the main attraction for so long. So, no, Gio, this isn’t too soon.
In fact, I should have fessed up to Grinder weeks ago, made it clear that I’m in love with you. ”
“You love me?” I grin coyly at him. My heart soared high at his revelation.
“Yes, Giorgia Alessia Moore, I fucking love you.”
“Noah, I love you too, but…” I hesitate, words running through my head. Questions that if I ask, I might not like the answer to. As if reading my mind, he takes my hands and brings them to his chest.
“What is it that you need to know?”
“Becoming your Old Lady, what does that actually mean? Do you still… will you still… you know, fuck the club whores?” I cringe at the pathetic way I’ve voiced my concerns. Usually, I would just come out and ask, but what I get in response could shatter my heart. “Will that make me your… mistress?”
“You’d be my wife.” He lays my hand over his heart. “No other women, no deceit. Hell, we’ll even go down to the courthouse and make it legal. I. Want. You. I want everything with you.”
He waits for my response, but to be honest, I’m still reeling from the fact that he’s coming back with the correct answers. “I’m not going to lie to you Gio, you’ve seen over the past weeks what goes on around here, what we can be involved in, especially today.”
“Yes, but that was because of me.”
“But the likes of that are nothing new to us. Club life is not the easiest, but what we do have is something special. We love, respect and protect our family to the grave. There’ll be things that I’ll not be able to share with you, but that won’t be to deceive you; it will be to protect you.
One thing I can guarantee is that I love you with everything I have, and a life without you would be dark and meaningless. Please be mine.”
“Yes,” I lean forward and whisper against his lips. “Yes, yes, yes.” I said a little louder. “YES!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “I’m yours.”
We kiss like we’re each other’s air, arms and legs tangled, our bodies skin on skin, but we’re soon blasted out of our moment of euphoric bliss with a loud, determined hammering at the apartment door.
Royal
“Stay here.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll take care of it.”
My heart is full. Adrenaline on high, because Gio is mine.
But, fuck-it, why do I have the feeling that this is not going to go to plan?
That something or someone is going to burst in and burst the bubble.
I grab my jeans from where I’d left them, pulling them on as I leave the bedroom and make my way across the room to the door.
Another heavy thwack hits the hardwood as I reach for the handle.
Before I even open the door, I know who’s standing behind it.
“Grinder,” I use my body to block his chances of moving inside. Gio is just feet away, and there’s no way I'm going to allow him into our space if he’s still raging.
“Royal,” he replies calmer than I expected. “I need to speak to you. Both of you.”
So, he knows she’s here.
“A conversation is needed, but if I let you in, can you assure me that you’ll keep your head?
” Grinder might still want to follow through with his threat of violence to me.
I’m not likely to stand there and take it.
The last thing I want is for Gio to see us going at each other.
“Gio’s seen enough violence, don’t you think? ”
“More than enough,” he drops his head, and for a moment I’m not sure if he’s trying to lull me into a false sense of security. But then his head comes up, and he looks me straight in the eye. It’s then that I realize his head drop was to hide his shame. “I just wanna talk.”
“Let him in,” Gio’s voice comes from behind me. I look over my shoulder to find her dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, looking like an angel. Not one sign lingering from our lovemaking, other than the sparkle in her eye and blissful expression.
“Sis,” he exhales, stepping around me when I move back from the door. “How are you doing?” He asks his arms quickly wrapping around her shoulders, bringing her to him.
“I’m okay.” She tilts her head back so she can look up at her brother’s face. “In fact, I’m really good.” A smile lights up her face, her eyes finding me.
“So, you love him too, eh?” Grinder asks her.
Her cheeks flush, eyelashes flutter, lips press together as if holding in a scream of excitement. She’s got that innocent and mischievous look down to a tea.
“I do,” she nods her head just in case her brother doesn’t pick up on the rest of her body language. “I love Noah like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve pretty much carried a torch for him since I was eleven, but I guess I’d put it down to adolescent infatuation.”
“That’s news to me too, by the way.” I quickly assure, because eleven! I had no idea.
“But I can categorically say that I am one hundred percent, crazy in love with Noah King, and I need you to be good with that.” Stepping back from her brother, she holds out her hand to me.
I make quick work of getting to her, take her hand with my right and wrap my left arm around her shoulders, pulling her tight into my body.
I bring her hand up to my mouth and brush a kiss over her knuckles.
“I’ve asked her to be my Old Lady, and she’s agreed, but I need you to know that I intend to marry her, Grinder. Whether you accept that, that’s up to you, but I’m hoping you do.”
“For fuck’s sake, Royal, you’re not fucking waiting around, are you?”
“Not when it comes to this, no.”
“Then I guess as ma’s not here, it’s my duty to welcome you, officially this time, to the family.
” He holds out his hand to me. For a moment I hesitate, thinking that he might fool me, and while I go in for the shake, he takes the chance to take a hit.
When I tentatively hold my hand out towards him, he takes it — no trick, just a good old handshake.
However, when he pulls me into him, his arm coming around me for the man hug, it doesn’t surprise me when he growls into my ear loud enough for me, but not enough for Gio to hear.
“Prez or not, fucking hurt her, and I will end you.”
I turn my head, my mouth near to his ear, and reply, “And I wouldn’t expect anything less.”