Chapter Twenty-One
RHYS
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, look at this sexy body,” I whisper, my voice deep and heavy with lust. Bristol lies sprawled out in front of me on my bed, her naked body on full display for me to worship.
My eyes take their time to trace over every inch of her beautiful, sweet face, her heavy breasts, the fullness of her belly, her wide hips and thick thighs, all the way down to her sexy red-painted toes.
Her skin is smooth under my touch as I rub my hand up each leg from ankle to thigh, squeezing into the meaty flesh.
“I love your hands, Rhys. Please don’t stop,” she moans as her hands cup her large breasts, twisting and tweaking the nipples as she arches her pelvis upward.
“Just wait until you’ve had my mouth, baby.”
Spreading her thighs, I come face-to-face with the sweet, glorious heaven between her legs. My mouth salivates, my tongue desperate to taste her sweet essence. Nothing could stand in the way of feasting on my woman right now.
Resting her legs over my shoulders, I get comfortable on my stomach as my thumbs spread open her puffy lips, letting me have a good look at her slick, pink center.
My tongue is heavy in my mouth, desperate, wanting to consume all of her.
I’ve never felt such a strong need to consume someone else’s pleasure before.
*Tap* *Scratch* *Scratch* *Tap*
Sunlight pours into my room from the shadeless window, blinding my eyes as I startle awake. I quickly look at my bunny’s playpen, checking on him and finding him happily snacking on some hay.
“What the fuck, Mr. Bun-Buns? That was the best goddamn dream of my life,” I mutter, tossing my hand over my eyes while I catch my breath. Goddamn, she was a vision. My cock throbs painfully against my abdomen, leaking precum like a son of a bitch.
My hand has a mind of its own as my fingertips slowly drag down my bare chest until they reach the short swatch of hair at my lower abdomen before dipping just below it, running gently over the length of my very hard dick.
I cup my balls, rolling them carefully in my palm before moving back upward, gripping my length firmly in my palm. Pleasure spreads like pin pricks, every cell in my body aching and wanting.
I close my eyes, trying to bring myself back to where I was a moment ago, Bristol’s leaking, pretty pink pussy merely an inch away. My heart rate quickens behind my ribs as I stroke myself with abandon, twisting my fist over the engorged head.
My body craves hers on a molecular level, and I can so easily imagine what it would be like if I could explore her body. My hips pump upward, fucking into my fist, desperate for climax.
I imagine her straddling me, her wet pussy wrapped tight around my cock, her voluptuous breasts spilling over my palms as I massage and grope them. Her head thrown back in pleasure as she fucks me. I love the way her body moves on top of me, full of confidence, unrestrained, and wanton.
My orgasm surges forward as her name spills from my lips. Cum erupts from my tip, shooting up my chest in ropes of white, sticky seed. Seed I want to fill her pussy with until it’s leaking out of her.
When I’m spent, I release the death grip I’ve got on my dick and let it flop forward with a smack against my pelvis.
God, I need her. I’m desperate for her. That kiss was life-changing; her asking for it, wanting it just as much as I did, made me feel like the luckiest man in the world.
Hell, I already am. Just to know her is to be lucky.
She’s everything that is good and pure in the world, and my soul is desperate to keep her, my heart beating only for her. Every part of me is in sync, with only a single purpose and focus.
Her.
After a long, hot shower, I dress in casual clothes, knowing I’m heading to Bloomfield to see Bristol as soon as I check in with the club.
With Mr. Bun-Buns safely in the crook of my arm, I follow the trail of voices and find the majority of them in the common area, Morgan passing out homemade breakfast sandwiches at the bar.
Rolo moves behind her, dropping a kiss to her forehead as he reaches over and grabs a sandwich.
Morgan pauses her efforts, looking up at him with a dreamy expression.
It’s similar to the one Bristol wears when she looks up at me.
Fuck, she’d like it here. She’d fit in so well with Morgan.
Hell, she’d fit in with all of them. Saige is a little rough around the edges, but she’d accept her if it were important to me.
“Come eat, Sin! Before it’s either gone or cold, and neither of those things is gonna put you in a good mood.”
She’s right. I love food and have a huge appetite. I squeeze between two prospects, accepting a paper plate from Morgan. The scent of buttered toast, egg, bacon, and cheese fills my nose, and I sigh, my stomach grumbling in response.
Easily finding Chaos sitting at the end of the bar, I walk over to him, taking a seat next to his broody ass. “You think you’d be happier with all the pussy you’re getting now.”
His hand shoots out faster than I was expecting, jostling me, as his fingers curl around my throat. Mr. Bun-Buns lets out a little squeal of surprise as I jerk slightly. “Mention my woman’s pussy ever again, and brother or not, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”
“Wowzah, okay, okay. Just saying that I thought you’d have remembered how to smile, and not look like you’re eating something sour,” I wheeze. Chaos releases his death grip on my essential body part, and I suck in a full breath of air.
My hand moves to pet Mr. Bun-Buns, trying to soothe him from the fright he just got. “You didn’t need to scare him.”
“You don’t need to walk around with a pet bunny in your arm like a ten-year-old little girl. You’re the vice president of a motorcycle club; you have more blood on your hands than all of us. Well, maybe not Malice, but that’s different. You don’t think it makes you look weak?”
“Weak? Nah. It makes me look strong. There’s nothing wrong with being in tune with my feelings and having a pet. Especially one as sweet as him. By the way, I may get a dog.”
“No dog.”
“We’ll put it on the back burner then,” I concede while I take my first bite of food.
“How’d it go the other night? I haven’t had a moment to catch up.”
Swallowing my bite, I take a deep breath and decide how much I really want to tell him.
He knows pretty much everything, anyway, and I could use the advice.
I just don’t need his shit or him acting all holier-than-thou.
It’s not like he has any room to judge; he settled down with the woman who wanted to kill him and chained her to his bed until he could convince her to fall in love with him.
“I ended up driving her home before it even really got started. She was so uncomfortable, and I wasn’t going to sit there and pretend like I didn’t notice, when her fiancé sure as shit didn’t.”
“He sounds like a dumb fucker. That all?”
“Kissed her senseless and followed it up with confessing my feelings. All but saying I’m head over heels in love with her.”
Chaos freezes halfway to taking another bite of his breakfast sandwich.
“Rhys, what the fuck?” he says after a beat.
“Whoa with the legal name, Prez! What’d he do?” Wrath says as he drops down and joins us.
“He kissed her. He said he was going as her friend, for support, and this dumb fuck ended up lip-locked, doing god knows what else.”
“Shit, well . . . he is Sin . . .” Wrath shrugs as he picks up his sandwich and starts to dig in.
“She kissed the shit out of me back, man. I’m keeping the details to myself, but you don’t just kiss anyone the way she kissed me.”
“She’s supposed to be off-limits. You know what engaged means, right? Fuck, did Queenie give you your road name and make sure it had lifelong meaning?”
“He just knew that out of all of us, I’m the one willing to break any of the laws, divine or otherwise, to handle what’s important. She’s fucking important. Would you have stayed away from Saige if she was engaged? After how you felt?”
He thinks for a minute, dropping his sandwich onto the paper plate.
“No, probably would have killed the fucker and laid him at her feet to prove to her how unworthy he is.”
“See? My point exactly. And there’s something off about this motherfucker. I hate how he talks to her, treats her like she’s his property. He told her she was acting like a whore for dancing with me. I almost snapped the bastard’s neck right there just to be done with it all.”
“You fucking danced with her, too? In front of him? Fuck, do you want to get yourself killed?”
“You think he could take me out? I’m not worried about this dumb fucker, he’s a bully, the type of guy who wishes he had power and status but is really a worthless piece of shit.”
“He really called her a whore? You heard it?”
“Almost fucking stabbed him to death in the middle of the dance floor.”
Chaos nods contemplatively. I pull out my phone, sending a quick text to Wes, asking him to look into Blake. ’Cause now that I’ve met him, I get a bad feeling about him that I just can’t shake.
A scream rips through the clubhouse, cold and bloodcurdling.
“Fuck, is that Mal again?”
“Yeah, I got him,” Wrath says as he stands from the barstool and jogs toward the entrance to the basement we’ve nicknamed “the dungeon.”
“What triggered it, you think?”
“I don’t know, he’s been through a lot, there’s no telling what this one stemmed from. We’ll get him through it.”
“That’s what family does.”
The drive to Bloomfield is quick after my stop at Daily Rise to pick up muffins and a latte for Bristol. Even though it’s technically lunchtime, I know she’ll appreciate the midday treat.
I keep replaying Friday night in my mind: that kiss, the way she felt in my arms, the taste of her, the sweet sounds she made. Fuck, she’s one hell of a kisser, and I can’t wait to do more of it.
But the way she looked at me right after, like she couldn’t believe it was all real, like she had never been truly kissed before. I want more of it. I could lie down next to her and make out like teenagers until the end of time, and it still wouldn’t be long enough. We don’t even need to do more.
I press on the gas pedal of my truck, pushing it a little faster than I probably should, but wanting to get eyes on my girl as soon as possible.
Not being able to see her yesterday was torture; not being able to at least text her, let her know I was thinking about her, was even worse. A problem I plan to rectify today.
Once I’m parked outside of Bloomfield Animal Haven, I grab the items from Daily Rise and practically jump out of my truck. I feel like a preteen boy eager to see his crush, when I’m a grown-ass man in his thirties and should be able to play it cooler than this.
I walk faster than I probably should, not giving a shit that I’m not playing it cool at all, I’m just ready to get my eyes on her, ready to see her beautiful smile, hear her laugh, feel her in my arms.
“Hi, Rhys! Volunteering today?” Kendra says as I enter the building and walk toward the reception desk with full hands.
“Hi, Kendra. Yeah, I really want to make some progress with Harvey, if that’s okay. I can also help with anything else you all might need.”
“Of course. Go ahead and sign in, and I’ll take you back.”
“Actually, is Dr. Owens free? I brought her a coffee.”
Kendra’s face drops, and my hackles rise. “Oh, no. Dr. Owens isn’t in today.”
Disappointment rushes in.
“Oh? I thought she only had the weekends off except for being on-call.”
“She does, her fiancé called in for her early this morning, something about a bug. I’m sure she’ll be in tomorrow.” My insides twist and gnaw at me, something nagging deep inside, a warning maybe. Something doesn’t seem right about any of this.
“Well, if you happen to talk to her, let her know I hope she feels better. And you’re welcome to the latte if you’d like it, no point in it going to waste.”
“Thank you, don’t mind if I do!” she says in a cheerful voice that sounds all wrong.
There are too many thoughts going through my brain for me to focus.
Is she okay? Is someone taking care of her?
Is she actually sick, or did something happen to her?
Before I sign in, I pull out my phone, wanting to get some help with this.
Me: Something’s not right
Me: Bristol’s not at work
Wrath: Okay?
Me: She doesn’t take time off, this is where she likes to be
Wrath: Maybe she’s sick
Wrath: Ya sound slightly stalkerish right now, just fyi
Me: You’re no fucking help
Chaos has joined the chat
Me: I have a bad feeling, my gut has never steered me wrong before
Chaos: If this doesn’t have to do with the club, I’m leaving the group chat
Malice: Thought it wasn’t a group chat Mr. Prez?
Chaos: Mal, you’re sitting right next to me
Malice: So why are you texting me? Use your words
Me: For fuck’s sake, I’ve got a shit feeling. Just please help me the fuck out.
Wrath: What do you need?
Me: Find everything there is to know about Blake Mercer
Chaos: You’re going down a slippery fucking slope man. This isn’t gonna end well
Malice: I’ll keep eyes on him
Me: Don’t fuckin stalk me Mal
Malice: Again it’s not stalking if you know I’m there
Wrath: I’m on it
Malice: Hey, are you gonna eat this?
Malice: *photo of white bunny inside cage*
Me: What the fuck? How’d you get in my room? Chaos I thought he was next to you!
Chaos: He got up cause Saige threatened to stab him
Me: MR. BUN-BUNS IS NOT FUCKING FOOD
Chaos: I’ve got him. Deal with your shit and get the fuck home
I pocket my phone, a mix of emotions swirling through me, but the one most prominent?
Worry.
Fighting the urge to drive over to her house and check on her, I sign my name on the volunteer sheet and head to the back to spend some time with my new buddy.
I find Harvey sitting alone in the back corner, his body trembling as he hears my steps.
But when he sees me, his ears perk up, and my heart softens just slightly.
I spend the next few hours sitting in the kennel with Harvey, humming to the tune of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” and thinking about whether my woman is okay.
I’ll never forgive myself if she’s not.