Chapter Thirty-One
brISTOL
As he promised, Rhys isn’t long talking with Camden in the other room. When he walks out, he’s more tense than he was when he went in, which doesn’t make my nervous situation feel any better.
“My love,” he whispers as he kisses me on the lips. I’ll never get used to this feeling. I should have guessed Rhys would be physically affectionate when he’s so affectionate in every other area. His hands rub up and down my arms, piercing green eyes darting back and forth between my own.
“I’m okay.”
“Good. We need to talk, so let’s head back to my room. Mr. Bun-Buns needs to be fed and snuggled as well.”
Nodding, I give a parting smile to the girls who have been so welcoming to me and made me feel not so alone with what I’ve been through and the situation I’ve found myself in. I follow Rhys to his room, watching as he unlocks the door and holds it open for me.
The moment the door closes, Rhys’ hands find my waist, backing me up to the door, his hand falling against the wood next to my head as he leans in and crowds my space.
My breathing hitches, heat already pooling at my center as desire spreads through my veins.
His other hand slides up my side, rubbing over my collarbone and up my neck before cupping the side of my face.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
He kisses me next, a toe-curling kiss that takes my breath away.
His lips move with certainty and reverence, like he knows I’m his but is so thankful for it at the same time.
Fire crackles between us as I moan into his mouth, his tongue slipping across my seam, asking for entrance.
I open for him, his tongue caressing and tangling with my own.
His hand on my face slips back down, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my hips.
He breaks the kiss, panting, looking like a man teetering on the edge of control.
“God, Bristol, you’re so sexy. I can’t get enough of you, can’t believe you’re really here, in my room with me.
I’m scared to blink, and you’ll disappear. ”
There go the last shreds of my heart.
“Same. I see you, Rhys. I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”
“Tell me something no one else knows.”
“I love you.”
Rhys’ eyes fall closed, his breath hissing as he gasps for air.
“What did you just say?”
“I love you, Rhys Michael Hudson. I think I have since the moment we met.”
“I’ve never in my life heard sweeter words. I love you, Bristol. Fuck, sweetheart, I love you so goddamn much.”
Rhys’ hands find the hem of my hoodie, lifting and pulling the fabric over my head. I do the same to him, wanting my hands on his naked body and to not have anything between us. I love this man. God, I love him so much.
Rhys drops down to his haunches, dragging my pants down my legs with my underwear in tow.
Once my legs are free and clothes tossed to the side, his face is there, kissing firmly against my slit.
His tongue slips through, a slow, delicate caress that ignites a fire through my veins.
His mouth is so, so good. My pussy clenches around nothing, my clit throbbing and needy.
I can feel how wet I am, dampening the insides of my thighs.
Rhys kisses my pussy like he has all day, like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing than feasting on me. It’s such a vast difference from what I’m used to.
He quickly stands, shucking out of his clothes and grabbing a condom. I watch as he sheaths himself, tugging on the tip of the latex to make sure there’s room for his cum.
“I want to take my time with you, I want to spend the rest of the day worshipping you, but this is all we have time for.” He seems so reluctant and apologetic that a quick fuck isn’t good enough for me.
He has no idea. This is perfect. This is all I need right now.
This connection. This passion. This can’t wait another moment to get inside you feeling.
This is exactly what I’ve always wanted.
“Fuck me, Rhys. I need you inside me.”
“Damn, baby, hearing you say you need me does something to me.”
Then he’s lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lines up his thick cock with my center.
“Are you sure? You aren’t too sore?”
“Fill me up, Rhys, I’m empty without you,” I practically whine, desperate to feel him inside me again, even though it’s only been a few hours.
“Fuuuck me,” he groans as he literally impales me, filling me up with one hard thrust. My head drops back against the door, pleasure pulsing through me from my center and expanding outward.
Rhys keeps me pinned to the door, holding me up by my ass and fucking me hard. His forehead drops to my shoulder as his fingers grip my ass harder. God, it feels incredible to be wanted like this.
“Tell me what I want to hear, my love.”
“I love you!” I yell, arching my back into him.
“I love you,” he whispers against my shoulder. His mouth kisses up my neck, murmuring as he goes, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
My orgasm slams into me, my body shaking in his arms as he holds me tight. I grab his face with my palms, guiding him to my lips as he steals my breath away with the force of my orgasm. It rolls through me, wave after blissful wave.
Rhys is right there behind me, groaning against my lips as his hips stutter, thrusting one last time inside me and spilling his cum into the condom.
God, with the amount of sex we’ve been having in the last twelve hours alone, I’ve never been more thankful for condoms. The last thing either of us wants right now is a surprise pregnancy, even if the idea of carrying his child makes me go a little crazy.
I know it’s something I want, and something I want with him.
But there is so much to figure out first, namely the shitshow with my ex, and how a child is raised when their father is a vice president of a motorcycle club.
Rhys sets me down, making sure I’m stable on my feet as he pulls his length from my body. He guides me carefully to the bathroom, where he disposes of the condom and takes his time to clean between my legs with a warm washcloth.
Once he’s given me the privacy to pee, throw some water on my face, and dress, I join him in the bedroom. He’s dressed, sitting on the edge of his bed with his forearms resting on his knees, hands clasped between his legs.
“This looks ominous,” I say, pulling my sweatshirt over my head.
“It doesn’t need to be, my love, we just have some things we need to talk about, and not a lot of time to discuss them.”
“It’s hard not feel immediate anxiety.”
“I know, but I gotta make sure you know what’s going on so there’s no miscommunication.” He reaches for me, and I take his hand. He pulls me onto the bed, letting me get situated in front of him. But his hands never leave my body. “Last year, there was a club that came for us, The Widowmakers.”
“Okay . . .”
“They aren’t a threat anymore. But we couldn’t quite peg why they were so different from the other clubs we’ve dealt with.
Let’s just say we met someone who was working their books, someone lower level, working directly for the Widowmakers.
He gave us the account information that had massive amounts of money in it.
Clubs don’t bring in huge money. Not unless they’re working in drugs, arms, or human trafficking.
From there, we traced more accounts, based on the money in and money out, and then more, until it became an elaborate web.
We’ve been actively trying to hunt down the person at the top because we have reason to believe this money is coming from human trafficking.
Something we can’t look away from now that we’ve found it. ”
“Jesus Christ, Rhys.”
“Here’s where it gets a little dicier. From time to time, we need the help of a friend of ours.
He’s a private investigator and can find just about anything on anyone.
I asked him to look into Blake because something just didn’t feel right about him, and I wanted to make sure you were safe.
The guy has been stumped on where the web ends, and last night he hit a pretty big clue.
The mastermind behind the insane financial web that’s making it possible for these guys to do business? It’s Blake.”
For a moment, I don’t think I hear him correctly, and the room is going slightly fuzzy at the edges, my limbs feeling heavy.
My gut reaction is to argue with him; to deny there’s any possible way Blake would be involved in anything like this.
But then it all comes rushing in, and it makes complete logical sense.
I jump up from my spot on the bed, rushing to Rhys’ en suite, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of my breakfast purge from my body. Rhys is right behind me, curling around my back, pulling my hair into his fist while his other rubs up and down my back.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. I know this isn’t easy.
You’re okay, I’ve got you.” Rhys continues to whisper words of affirmation and reassurance to me while he rubs his strong hand up and down my spine.
When I’m confident there’s nothing left for my body to expel, I sit back, Rhys right there to pull me into his lap as we sit on the bathroom floor, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
“I can’t believe I was going to marry him. I can’t believe I missed it. It all makes sense. His boss? The reason I felt so off about him. His name was Sheldon Evercrest.”
“Shit. Evercrest Holdings? That’s one of the larger accounts we’ve been tracking. It’s all connected, and Blake is our answer to bringing these people down. I’ll make sure he’s kept alive, but I need you to know that I can’t stop the club from bringing him in for questioning.”
Understanding washes over me. I’ve watched enough movies to understand that much at least, questioning usually means some form of torture if they don’t give up the information right away.
My heart lurches. Blake knew. He wasn’t just a highly skilled accountant; he told me the people he works for are very powerful and already want Rhys’ club gone.
He knew. He knew all along he was protecting evil, vile people. Which makes him complicit.
Rhys’ phone blares from his pocket at the same time loud, heavy bangs rattle at his door. We both look at each other, our eyes speaking without words.
Something bad just happened.