Chapter Thirty-Six
Aspen
I followed Banshee up to our room and sat on the end of the bed while he closed the door.
I didn’t know how to process everything that had happened today.
One minute, I was sitting outside with my family, telling them everything and the next, Banshee was gone, the clubhouse was under attack, and people had died.
Erebus was gone.
Hash was gone.
Jade and Crystal were gone.
So many were hurt, with gunshot wounds, stab wounds. Grace and I had scratches all over us from the glass that rained down on us as we hid behind the bar. Brandy broke her wrist when Tank shoved her. And for what?
Why did Skinner attack?
What was he after?
“Baby girl, you okay?” Banshee asked as he sat down beside me.
“No. This wasn’t about me. What does he want? What is Skinner after?”
“The attack was about Indie. He knew King would never trade a woman for me, just as Morpheus would never trade Firestride. Skinner knew exactly what would happen at that bar and he sent those men to their deaths.”
“Why does he want Indie?”
Banshee took a deep breath. “Aspen, I want you to be my old lady. Pepper is dead. He’s never coming after you again. I love you, and I want you protected. I want to make sure your father can never force you to go home, and I want to be able to share things with you.”
“There has to be a vote, Banshee.”
“The vote is semantics. No one will vote against us. But I need to know what you want.”
“I’ve always wanted you. I was devastated when you told my father no, but it was also the moment I fell in love with you. No one has ever thought about what I might want. But you did. I would be honored to be your old lady.”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. His hand on my thigh tugged me closer. When he leaned his injured arm on the bed behind me, he winced, and I was reminded of how much pain he must be in.
“We can’t do this right now. You’re hurt.”
“Fuck that.” Banshee stood up and shrugged out of his cut. I caught it just before it hit the floor and laid it on the bed beside me. His good arm reached behind his head and grabbed the neck of his shirt, pulling it forward and off.
My eyes followed the path of his shirt as he tossed it across the room and it hit the floor. It gave me the few seconds I needed to prepare myself to see him. He wouldn’t let me in the bathroom when he took a shower earlier.
When my eyes landed on his torso, I gasped, and tears filled my eyes.
My beautiful, handsome hero was black and blue.
And he was my hero. Not only had he stood up to my father all those years ago, but he brought me back after my rape; he made me feel safe again.
Not only did he make me feel safe, but in killing my husband, he made sure I was safe.
I traced my fingers over his wounds as a tear slipped down my cheek. “This is my fault.”
“It isn’t. They did this because of Kyllian.
Because I threatened to kill them if they touched her.
So, they made sure I couldn’t. I’d do it again without question.
Just like I knew I’d get shot when I killed that bastard who beat the shit out of you.
I mouthed off to him, told him and his buddies what you told me, about him skimming and hiding the money.
While they were distracted, I put a bullet in his head.
If I was gonna die, I was gonna make sure I took him with me so you never had to live in fear of him again. ”
I stood up, my hands went to his belt, and I pulled him forward. When my lips were a hair’s breadth from his, I said, “I love you... Daddy.”
He groaned and slammed his lips against mine. His kiss was rough and possessive. My hands fumbled as I tried to unbuckle his belt. Frustration consumed us both, and he pushed me down on the bed and ripped the belt out of the loops, tossing it to the side.
He flipped the button and shoved his jeans and boxers to his ankles. All the while, I watched in awe and excitement. His hand wrapped around his length as he stroked himself. Taking a step forward, he asked, “You want Daddy’s cock, baby girl?”
I shuddered as I licked my lips and looked up at him, nodding.
“Open that pretty mouth, baby girl.”
My hands went to the side of his thighs as I scooted to the edge of the bed, trying to get closer. My tongue slipped out and licked the drop of pre-cum that had formed on the tip.
“Don’t tease Daddy, baby girl; open your mouth and take it all.”
His hand went to the back of my head as he pulled me forward. I opened my mouth and took him in. My hands moved to the back of his thighs and slid up, cupping his ass as he pumped his hard cock in and out of my mouth.
“Baby girl, that feels so fucking good. Your gonna make Daddy come. You want Daddy to come in your mouth?”
I couldn’t answer, but when I moaned, I felt him swell against my tongue. I loved the taste of him. The silky feel of his skin, the hard ridges of the veins that wrapped around him.
“That’s it, baby girl. Suck Daddy’s cock.”
He pulled me forward until he was at the back of my throat, my nose nestled in the hair at the base of his cock, and he held me for a few seconds until my eyes watered. When he pulled me back, allowing me to breathe again, I looked up at him.
“You are so damn sexy with my dick in your mouth, baby.”
I reached up and grasped him at the base. I pulled my mouth off him and stroked him until he began leaking again. I licked the head of his cock like an ice-cream cone, causing him to groan and fist his hand in my hair.
I smiled up at him and ran my tongue along the shaft, teasing him until he couldn’t take it any longer. With both hands on the side of my head, he shoved his cock in my mouth.
“What did I say about teasing me, baby girl? Do you want Daddy to punish you?” I nodded and held myself still as I waited for him. His eyes were filled with desire and something darker as he held me firm and fucked my mouth.
I gripped his legs and closed my eyes, letting him use me for his pleasure. Letting him take what he wanted how he wanted. Giving him full control over my body.
He stopped again, fully seated in my mouth. His hand moved to my throat as he massaged my neck until I loosened my hold, and he slipped a little further down my throat.
“Swallow, baby girl,” he ordered.
When I did, his groan was so loud and so graveled. I didn’t think my panties could possibly get wetter, but I was wrong.
“Fuck!”
He pulled back, and I gasped for air, breathing through my nose so I didn’t lose my hold on him. Knowing the power I wielded, the way I could bring him to his knees with only my mouth, was something I’d never felt before.
He stepped back, letting his dick fall from my mouth. I pouted and reached for him, but he took another step away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Not a fucking thing. Take off your clothes.”
He leaned back against the dresser and toed off his boots.
His jeans were next until he stood naked, slowly sliding his hand up and down the length of his cock.
I was mesmerized by the motion. Frozen in my spot, it was as though he’d hypnotized me.
He stopped moving, and it was like waking from a trance.
“Strip, baby girl. Daddy wants to see all of you.”
I stood slowly, but my movements sped up as the anticipation of what he would do next overtook me. Seconds passed, and my clothes were gone.
“Get on the bed. On your knees.”
I obeyed his order and crawled onto the bed. Looking over my shoulder, I realized he hadn’t moved. He stood there, staring at my ass as he jerked himself off. I wiggled my butt, trying to get his attention.
“Is my baby girl feeling greedy?” he asked, taking a step toward the bed. His hand made contact with my ass cheek, and he rubbed it all over. With my head pressed against the mattress, I pushed back against his hand.
“So fucking impatient,” he muttered, his voice quiet, as if he hadn’t meant for me to hear him. I whimpered as his hand moved to the other side and again, he rubbed my ass, ignoring where I needed him most.
“Banshee, please,” I begged.
He pulled his hand back. “What was that?” he barked, and I looked over my shoulder.
“Please, Daddy.” I smirked when he winked at me and put his hands back on my skin. The feel of his fingers trailing over me gave me goosebumps, causing me to shudder.
“So fucking pretty,” he praised as he brushed a finger over my pussy, trailing his fingertip through the moisture, then pushing into me. My groan was loud.
“Please fuck me, Daddy.”
“Patience, baby girl, patience.” He pumped his finger in and out, slowly adding a second and then a third. My body lit up inside. Every nerve ending ignited like a lit fuse. “Are you close, baby girl?”
“So close, Daddy.”
My body was climbing higher and higher; my hips were moving with his hand. Back and forth, back and forth. I was almost there. Almost at the top, ready to fall over the edge and fly, when he pulled his fingers out of me.
“NO!” I yelled, and he slapped my ass.
“You don’t tell Daddy no, baby girl. This pussy is mine. You come when I let you come.”
“Please let me come, Daddy. Please.” I begged and pleaded. Wiggled and pushed, searching for him—anything to tip me over the edge. Suddenly I felt his hand on my back. My hands fisted the blanket beneath me as I waited with bated breath.
His fingers returned. He rubbed my clit, circling the little nub, pushing me back up the mountain. The one that seemed so far away when he pulled his fingers back. Then I felt him. He nudged me with his cock, pressing the head in so slowly I thought I might die.
He stopped.
Only an inch, maybe less. But his fingers continued on, rubbing, and circling. Creating a friction that set my body on fire. And just when I thought I would finally hit that peak, his fingers disappeared and he slammed inside of me.
My body went off like a rocket; I screamed out his name as he fucked me from behind. My pussy clamped down on him. He was locked inside of me, barely able to move, but he never stopped thrusting.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
His hands held my hips in a crushing hold, as he slammed into me over and over.
Just as I thought my release was waning, he shifted, picking me up and hitting at a different angle, sending me flying once more.
Until he pushed all the way in and froze.
His dick pulsed inside me as he came with a groan.
I collapsed on the bed, not even trying to make room for him. I was done. I was mush. I heard him moving around behind me but my eyes wouldn’t open. Then I felt the washcloth, and I smiled. He was so damn good to me.
“Scoot up, baby girl. I’d lift you, but I don’t have the fucking strength, not with two bullet wounds.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped. I jumped off the bed and pulled the blankets down, letting him climb in first. Once I was situated, I snuggled up under his arm and I wasn’t sure who fell asleep first.
We could talk tomorrow.