Chapter Twenty-Six
Blade
“I’m never letting you go, baby. Tell me you forgive me.”
“I want to,” she said, stepping back out of my embrace. “Why didn’t you tell me that first day? Or the first time you kissed me? Or when I told you how I felt about you? Maybe before you took my fucking virginity?” she yelled, her voice getting louder with each question she asked.
Yeah, I knew she would not let this go. It wasn’t in her nature. She dug and dug until she uncovered every morsel of information she needed.
“The first time I saw you at The Diner, I was so shocked to see you. I believed your mother and thought you were with Michael. That pissed me off,” I retorted, turning my back on her so she couldn’t see how broken I was at that thought.
“Michael is gay.” She stopped me with her statement.
Whipping around, I looked back at her.
“What?”
“Michael is gay,” she repeated. “Not only is he my stepbrother and the only good thing I ever got from my mother, because she married Chris, but he is one hundred percent gay. He likes men.”
I stared at her, my mouth hanging open.
I tried to reconcile the big burly linebacker I met at the funeral with someone who enjoyed taking dick up the ass. Not that I cared. I mean, I had a few acquaintances that batted for the same team. It was just a shock.
“Do you have a problem with that?” She glared, arms crossed over her chest, waiting for my answer.
“No, as long as he’s not sleeping with you, I don’t give a fuck who he has sex with.”
And that was true.
It shocked me, was all.
Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts of Michael the gay stepbrother and got back to the matter at hand.
“My point was, I didn’t know he was gay, or your stepbrother. I thought you were happy. I thought you had moved on. It pissed me off you had moved on. I know you thought I was dead, and I recognize that made me an asshole, but it is what it was,” I bellowed, stretching my arms out at my sides.
“And the other times? Once you knew I hadn’t moved on? That my life sat on pause because of you? That I still hadn’t accepted you were gone? What about then?”
I stood there looking at her. How could I tell her this? What would she think? I dropped my head, looking at my feet.
I took a deep breath.
In for a penny, in for a pound, right?
“I was scared.” Looking up at her, her mouth had dropped open. “I know it was stupid, but I wasn’t him anymore. I had changed. Everything in my life, from leaving WITSEC to joining the Shadows, had changed me.”
I put my hands in my pockets, not knowing what else to do with them as she stood there, waiting.
“At first, I stupidly thought I could keep you from ever finding out. I realized quickly that I wasn’t the only one who had changed. You were so different from the girl I knew. I thought maybe I could just be Blade, and you would let go of Micah and just want me for who I was now.”
She walked toward me slowly. “When did that change?”
I looked up at her and smiled.
“When you handed King his ass after he called you a little girl. Right after you walked out the door, I told them that was the Becca I fell in love with .”
Her eyes widened with that confession.
“What?” she whispered, barely audible through the wind.
“I love you, Becca. Have for a long time. I wanted to tell you everything last week when I brought you up here. This place was always where we could say anything to each other. When you poured your heart out to me, telling me everything you felt when we were kids, I pussied out. I couldn’t bear for you to hate me.”
Now it was my turn to pace back and forth.
“The longer I kept quiet, the harder it became to find the words to tell you the truth. Ryder and Rachel both came at me.”
“That day at The Coffee Shop,” she confirmed.
“Yea. Rachel, well, I think she changed the most out of all of us. She has quite a right hook.”
“What? Rachel hit you?”
“Three times.” I snorted.
Becca put her hand over her mouth, trying, unsuccessfully, to hide her laughter.
“Yea, I didn’t realize you hadn’t seen that. I wasn’t sure when you had walked back out. Please, believe me. I never wanted you to find out like that, in front of everyone. I planned to tell you that morning, and then we overslept.”
“The part I have the most trouble with is you had sex with me, letting me believe you were someone else.” She wrapped her arms around her waist like she was cold.
“I told you my real name. It just wasn’t the one you knew me by.”
She looked up and glared at me.
Narrowing her eyes, she stomped up to me.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re trying to excuse your way out of this?”
“Not an excuse. There is no excuse. I’m trying to explain.”
“Fuck you, Micah.” Becca turned and stalked back to the bike. “Take me home.”
“Baby, wait.”
She whipped around on me, “Don’t you dare ‘ Baby ’ me. What you did was wrong, Micah.”
“It was, I know. I can’t change it. I wish to God that I could. There are so many things I wish I could change, but I need you to understand that you were wrong.”
“WHAT? I was wrong? Tell me, how was I wrong, Micah?”
“Please calm down, Becca.”
I knew in that moment I had fucked up.
Rachel wasn’t the only woman in my life with a mean right hook.
I never saw it coming. One second, I was pleading with the woman I loved to give me a second chance, and the next, I was on the fucking ground.
Yup, on the ground.
This little slip of a thing caught me so off guard that when she socked me in the jaw, I lost my footing and landed on my ass.
Score two for Becca.
I decided staying down was the better alternative until I finished what I had to say.
“You were wrong about me not wanting you. You were wrong about me not looking for you. I made a mistake in letting you go. Not just the first time when I didn’t tell you the truth about my father. But the second time when I let your mother convince me you were better off without me.”
I caught her off guard with my words and took the chance to stand up. Slowly, I walked over to her.
“I take full responsibility for every fucked-up thing I’ve done since the first day I met you when we were seven years old. I screwed up, baby. Please, give me another chance? Now that everything is out in the open, all the secrets revealed, and all the lies exposed. Do you think you could still love me? Because, baby, I love you with everything I have. You are it for me. You’ve been it for me, even when I thought I could never have you. Can you forgive me?”
“I never stopped loving you, Micah, even when you were dead. That’s why I couldn’t move on. I wanted you in my life. In my dreams of the future, it was always you.”
I waited as she stared at me. I could see her mind working over all the information I gave her, trying to come to terms with everything and decide what she wanted.
She walked up to me, and I braced myself.
“But if you ever lie to me again, just remember, I have a dad now with a badge and a gun, and an uncle who knows how to hide a body.”
I threw my head back and laughed.
Becca reached up, pulling me down by the back of my neck, and kissed me. Licking the seam of my lips, she tried to control the kiss. She didn’t know that’s not how this worked, and I pulled her to me and showed her who was in charge.
I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Holding her hips, I ground her pussy against my cock and swallowed her moan.
“It’s been a long fucking week, baby. You gonna let me have this pussy here? In our spot?”
“Outside? What if someone sees us?”
“No one knows about this place. You have any idea how many times we laid up here looking at the stars and my dick was hard as a rock wanting to be inside you?”
I walked her away from my bike and carefully laid her down in the same spot we used to watch the clouds roll by and the stars shoot across the night sky.
I crawled over her, holding her face in my hands. “You want my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”
“Yes.”
“One night and you become a greedy little thing?” I said, as I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, sucking at the little pulse point at the base of her neck.
I slowly moved across her collarbone and down the V-neck of her T-shirt. Lifting the hem, I pushed her shirt up to her neck and trailed down between her breasts.
“Wait.”
She stopped me.
Breathing heavily, I looked up at her, waiting for the green light.
“I want to taste you,” she declared.
She never ceased to surprise me.
“I mean, I’ve never actually done it before, but I know the logistics. You can tell me what to do and how you like it, right?”
Christ, she was going to kill me with her eagerness.
I groaned against her soft belly.
Looking at her, I asked, “You sure? Cause I’m quite happy to give you all the attention you can take.”
She nodded, and I relented.
Getting to my feet, I helped her up.
“On your knees, baby.”
Becca sat back on her feet and looked up at me.
“God, you’re beautiful. Especially just like that. I’ve never had a better view.”
A blush creeped across her cheeks and my dick jumped in my pants.
“Unbutton my jeans, baby, and take my dick out.”
She reached up, fumbling with the buttons.
I learned as a teenager that when Becca was around, button fly jeans were way more comfortable than those with a zipper. I helped her push my jeans and boxers down so my ass was hanging out.
She tentatively took my cock in her hand and squeezed. When it caused me to groan, she dropped her hand.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, baby, you didn’t hurt me.” I ran my hand along the top of her head. “Open your mouth. Lick the head.”
She stuck her tongue out, tasting the tip. She brought her hand back up, wrapping it around the shaft. Lifting my cock, she licked the underside from my balls to the tip and engulfed the head.
Fuck.
My eyes rolled back into my head when she wrapped her lips around me and slid down my length.
“Baby, you don’t need any fucking directions. Holy fucking God,” I groaned, placing my hand on the back of her head to guide her speed as she bobbed back and forth.
When she sucked my cock to the back of her throat and swallowed, I almost came right then. She sucked on my dick, her cheeks hollowing out, and I tried to pull back.
“Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come, and if I come in your mouth, you better swallow every drop.”
She hummed, and the vibrations rolled through my cock as she grabbed my ass, holding me in place.
I placed my hands on either side of her head to keep her from moving as I plunged in and out of her mouth until I felt my balls pull up and I let loose with a howl.
“FUCK!”
I looked down at Becca who was still lapping at my cock, cleaning it, making sure she didn’t miss a drop. Pulling her up from her knees, I kissed her hard. I didn’t care that she just had my cum in her mouth. That was the hottest blowjob I’d ever had.
“Baby, what did you mean when you said you hadn’t actually ever done it before?”
She gave me a shy smile and shocked the shit out of me when she admitted.
“Well, Rachel and I used to watch videos and practice with bananas back before everything happened.” She giggled.
Fucking giggled.
“We wanted to be ready if we ever had the chance. It’s been a long time, but I remembered most of it.”
I lost it. I’d never laughed so hard in my life. Her shy little innocent smirk was too much.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I can handle you remembering what you forgot.”
I tucked my dick back in my pants, buttoned up my jeans and grabbed her hand.
“Come on, let’s get some dinner and go home. You wanna stay at the clubhouse or your house tonight?”
“Can we stay at the clubhouse? We have that meeting with Matlock in the morning, and I don’t want to see my mother before then.”
“Yea, we can stay at the clubhouse. We should probably let Declan know. He might wanna stay too, so he can spend some time with you.”
I just knew that son of a bitch would try to cockblock me tonight.
“Do you think he could come to the will reading tomorrow?”
“We’ll have to ask Matlock. Come on, let’s get back and we can check with him.”
A short time later, I pulled into the lot and noticed Dec’s cruiser was still here. I wasn’t looking forward to this. I couldn’t help but wonder how much King had filled him in on. As soon as we walked into the clubhouse, I realized he told him everything.
Stalking over to us, Dec grabbed Becca’s hand. “Baby girl, please go stand by your uncle.”
Her footsteps stuttered, and she asked, “Why?”
He kissed her cheek.
“I just need to have a talk with Blade.”
She stepped in front of me, blocking Declan from causing any harm.
“No.”
He looked down at his daughter.
“Excuse me?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I said no,” she repeated, crossing her arms over her chest to mimic his stance.
“Baby, it’s ok.”
I tried to move her to the side, but she dug her heels in.
“No, it isn’t.” She looked around Declan at King. “What did you tell him?”
Smirking at his niece, he replied, “Everything.”
Asshole.
Becca leaned back over, looking up at the father she’d just met.
“No.”
He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since Becca told him no the second time. He hadn’t stopped scowling since we walked into the clubhouse.
“Hey, big guy, I’m down here.”
He looked down at his daughter again, and his scowl softened.
“I need you to promise me something.”
“I can’t do that, baby girl,” he told her, shaking his head.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”
“I may have only learned I had a daughter today, but I’m not stupid. I know what you’re gonna ask me to promise and I can’t do it. He hurt my baby girl, now I have to hurt him. There are rules, Beck.”
“You didn’t know I was your daughter when it happened,” she protested.
“Doesn’t matter, and he didn’t just do it once. I need him to understand what happens when he hurts my little girl, so he doesn’t do it again.”
“Shit.” King gasped.
Becca took a deep breath.
I could see she was trying to keep her temper in check.
“Your what?” she snarled.
Declan stopped glaring at me and focused on Becca.
“My little girl,” he repeated and waited for her to react.
“I am not—” she started.
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Declan held his hand up, cutting her off. “From this day forward, you are and will always be my little girl. That is a father’s prerogative. I may not have been able to be there when you were little, but I’m here now. It is my job to protect you, to defend your honor, and beat the ass of any man that hurts you. Do you understand?”
Becca stood there, all her bluster gone with her father’s words.
She nodded her head, looked back at me, and whispered, “I love you.”
Then, before I could blink, she ran over to King.
My mouth dropped open in disbelief that she just threw me under the bus.
I looked up at Declan and the smile across his face distracted me from the fist that landed on my jaw.
For the second time today, I got knocked on my ass.
Despite the pain in my face, I was happy my girl was getting everything she ever wanted.