Chapter Twenty Rey
When I see Max gearing up for an argument, I open my mouth to cut him off, but Abra beats me to it.
“We’ve gone over this already,” Abra says, holding his hand up to still Max’s ire.
“You can’t hide her as well as we can. Dontel doesn’t know about Rey’s connection to our club.
He won’t have any reason to look for her here.
Even if he did figure it out, he can’t reach her.
We outnumber him and his friends. There is always someone in the clubhouse ready to protect her. ”
Max glares at Abra before shifting his eyes around the room. His eyes land on Cleo, and I can practically see his mind working. I know what his following argument will be.
“Are your brothers willing to risk the lives of their women to protect my sister?” Max demands. “There is a strong possibility that Dontel killed a cop because he stood in his way of finding Rey. If he’s that desperate, then he won’t hesitate to kill anyone who stands between him and Rey.”
“We know how to protect our own,” Hex growls in response before Abra can respond. “No one can approach the clubhouse without us knowing about it. We’ll protect Rey.”
“Rey?” Max asks me. “Are you going to let Abra make your decisions for you?”
While I appreciate Max finally realizing that this is my decision, not his, I know I’m too exhausted to argue with him.
“I’m staying here. I know you think you can protect me, but I agree with Abra, I’m safer here.
Dontel won’t look for me here. He might stake out my apartment, thinking I’ll go back there, but I won’t ever go back there.
He knows where you live. I wouldn’t be safe there.
I considered checking into a hotel, but to be honest, I wouldn’t feel safe.
I feel safe here. I need some time to figure out my next steps.
The truth is, I’m exhausted. All I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep. ”
Max grumbles, but he finally gives in. “I don’t like it, but I can’t think of a better solution.”
“Can you tell us anything more about what you’ve uncovered?” Abra asks. “Have you found Dontel or know where he is?”
Abra pulls me closer as he rubs his hand up and down my arm. I lean my head against his shoulder as Max updates us. I don’t remember falling asleep. My fuzzy brain barely acknowledges when Abra lifts me and carries me upstairs. My next conscious thought is waking in a dark room.
Abra’s scent surrounds me as I snuggle into a pillow that smells like him.
However, I soon realize that his scent isn’t coming from just the pillow.
It surrounds me. I roll to my back and glance around the room.
With the light off, I can’t see much, but I can tell I’m in Abra’s room.
I remember the framed poster on the far wall near the door.
It’s a poster from his days performing as Lucifer’s Heir.
A soft snore draws my attention to the right, where I find the unmistakable form of Abra sleeping next to me. What the hell?
“Can’t sleep?” a gravelly voice asks me.
I snap my eyes to Abra to find his light eyes watching me.
“We’re in bed together,” I whisper.
Abra chuckles as he repositions himself so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard.
“Sorry about that. You conked out, so I brought you in here to sleep. I planned on sleeping in the guest room, but Cicero wanted to spend the night so he could keep working with Pirate in the morning. Since I prefer your company to his, I slipped back in here.”
While he’s explaining, I slide my arm under the covers and realize with relief that I’m wearing clothes. However, I’m not wearing the same clothes I had on when I dropped off. “Did you change my clothes?”
“No! Cleo dressed you. She thought you would be more comfortable in sleep shorts and a tank top. Do you want me to leave?”
“No, you can stay. I was just surprised. That’s all,” I tell him.
“You’re sure?” he asks, brushing his finger down my arm, leaving a trail of warmth against my skin.
“I’m sure. I’m just going to go back to sleep.”
Abra watches me for several minutes before nodding, lying back down, and closing his eyes.
I watch him for a few minutes before I close mine and will myself to go back to sleep.
However, my body has other ideas. I flip to my back and barely stop myself from sighing.
Being in bed with Abra has my body humming with desire.
His scent and the warmth of his body call to me.
The bed is enormous, but with his massive body next to me, it feels intimate.
Much too intimate. My heart races as my skin tingles with sexual need.
As I struggle to ignore the desire prickling at my core, Abra’s hand slides over my stomach.
“Having trouble sleeping?” he whispers.
I jolt at his touch even as my libido spikes to another level. “I’m just worked up,” I tell him.
“I think you need a distraction,” he whispers, sliding his fingers under the waistband of my sleep shorts.
I can’t stop the moan that breaks free as his deft fingers find my clit.
He pinches, flicks, and tantalizes until my body writhes with desire.
My channel gushes with need as he teases my slit with his thick finger.
Just when I’m ready to beg, Abra tosses off the covers and positions himself between my legs.
He yanks off my shorts and underwear before tossing my legs over his broad shoulders.
I cry out in pleasure when he buries his face in my pussy.
He devours me. His tongue and teeth push my pleasure higher and higher until I break into a thousand pieces.
He moans as I shudder with pleasure. The vibration shoots through me and rockets me back over the precipice.
As I fall back to earth, Abra penetrates my channel with his finger and laps up my juices.
He pumps in and out, brushing over my G-spot until he shoots me back into the stratosphere.
The world goes dark as the orgasm rips through me.
When I float back to consciousness, my heart is racing, and even though my eyes are open, I can’t see.
My vision comes into focus as Abra shifts into view. His handsome face crystallizes as I stare into his beautiful grey eyes. He breaks into a grin that is full of pleasure and arrogance. “Feel better?” he asks, his voice rough.
“Um, well, I think so,” I manage. “However, I can’t feel my body, so I’m not sure.”
He chuckles as he leans forward to brush a kiss on my lips before trailing kisses over my cheek and along my jaw.
He settles his face in the hollow of my neck.
I reach my arms around his broad shoulders so I can hold him to me.
I revel in the weight of him pressing against me.
He makes me feel warm and safe in his embrace, which is something I’m in desperate need of after the past forty-eight hours.
We stay like that for several glorious minutes, until he rolls off me. I immediately miss him.
I watch his magnificent ass as he strides into the bathroom. I hear the water running before he returns with a washcloth in hand. He gently washes my pussy before sliding my panties and shorts back on and straightening the bedcovers. Then he climbs in next to me to gather me in his arms.
“Do you think you can sleep now?” he asks once we’re settled.
I murmur in agreement as the heaviness of sleep washes over me; however, I jolt awake when I realize what just happened. Or, more accurately, what didn’t happen. “Wait, what about you?” I ask as I turn to look at him.
He frowns in confusion. “What about me? I’m not the one who was having trouble sleeping.”
“No, not that. What about you? Do you want me to take care of you?” I ask, sliding my hand down his abs.
He catches my hand and entwines our fingers. “I wanted to take care of you. Now, go to sleep.” He rolls me back to my side. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. The feel of it sparks my desire, but sleep overcomes me, and I drift off.
I fall straight into a nightmare. I’m trapped in a cave, but I’m not alone.
Several pregnant women surround me. They are all crying out in pain and despair as they struggle to give birth.
Just as their screams reach a crescendo, a bright light floods the cave as men and women race in to help.
In the lead is Abra, and my nightmare begins to dissipate.
Next, I find myself cowering in the corner of my bedroom while Dontel rants and raves as he throws items at me.
They crash against the wall, causing shards of glass to fall on my head.
I’m whimpering in fear when Dontel rages and reaches for me.
The bedroom door flies open as Abra flies through and tackles Dontel to the ground.
I cover my head in fear, but then raise it again when a horn blares.
I look up into the muzzle of a gun in the hands of Dontel.
I scream just as the weapon explodes. My eyes fly open as I realize I’m still safe in Abra’s arms.