Chapter Thirty
CHAPTER THIRTY
IT WAS LATE when I got back to the clubhouse. The humid air had cooled, but it did nothing to chase away the heat of the day’s events or the anger simmering just beneath my skin. I’d been out handling club business, running down leads on Dragon Fire’s whereabouts, and every dead end only added to the frustration gnawing at me.
I pushed through the clubhouse doors, the usual noise of a Friday night fading into the background as I made my way upstairs and down the hall toward my room. A shower to clear my head, and some sleep was in order.
But when I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks.
Fiona was there, lying in my bed, fast asleep.
For a second, I just stood there, staring at her, my heart pounding in my chest. She looked so small, so vulnerable curled up under my blanket, like she’d been worn down to the bone and finally let herself rest. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, her face soft in the lamplight, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe, thinking I was hallucinating from so much time staring at the asphalt.
What the hell was she doing here?
Not that I was complaining.
I shut the door quietly behind me, careful not to make a sound as I crossed the room. My mind was racing with questions, but I pushed them aside, letting myself just look at her for a moment. God, I wanted her. And seeing her there, in my bed, it stirred something deep inside me, something that I knew would never die.
I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to pull her close and tell her everything I was feeling. But I knew better than to believe that it was that simple. Nothing was simple anymore, not between us.
She stirred then, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked up at me, confusion flickering across her face as she took in her surroundings, then settled on me.
“Bolt?” she whispered, her voice rough with sleep. “What... what time is it?”
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Late,” I said quietly. “What are you doing here, Fiona?”
She sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over her face as if trying to wake herself up. “I... I wanted to talk to you.”
“Talk to me?” I repeated, still not sure if this was real. “Why?”
She looked down, her fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. “Because I need to know the truth. I need to know what happened that night with Jenny. I want to work this out.”
This was it.
This was the moment I’d been waiting for, the chance to set things right, to explain. But now that it was here, I didn’t know where to start.
“Fiona, I... I don’t know how to make you believe me,” I said, running a hand through my beard, my frustration bleeding into my voice. “All I know is that I didn’t invite her into my room. I didn’t want her there. I took somethin’ for my headache, and the next thing I know, I’m wakin’ up with her beside me. That’s the truth.”
She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine, looking for something— anything —that would tell her I was lying. But I wasn’t. I was telling the truth, as best as I knew it.
“You really don’t remember?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I shook my head, the memory of that night still a blur in my mind. “No. I don’t. And that scares the hell out of me, because I know it’s not right. I know she set me up, and I’m gonna find a way to prove it. But I need you to believe that I didn’t do anything to hurt you. Not intentionally.”
She was silent for a long moment, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the conflict in her gaze, the war she was waging inside herself between what she’d seen and what she wanted to believe.
“Fiona, I don’t mean to sound crude, but a man knows when he’s fucked, there should have been smells... the sheets should’ve been...” My words trailed off, feeling awkward having to say this shit out loud to her. “I’m positive my dick never touched her.”
“I want to believe you,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “I want to believe that you didn’t. It’s so hard to let go of that image.”
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, my heart pounding in my chest. “I know it is,” I said softly. “I get it, but please see it for what it was and not what you thought it was.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, I thought she was going to push me away again, to tell me to go to hell. But then she reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, and it was like a bolt of electricity shot through me.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose what we have.”
“You’re not going to,” I promised, my hand closing over hers, holding on tight. “We’re gonna get through this. I’m going to make sure of it.”
“Okay,” she said finally, her voice barely more than a breath. “Okay, I’ll try.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, relief washing over me like a tidal wave. “That’s all I’m asking,” I said, my voice rough with emotion. “Just give me a chance to prove to you that you’re all I want.”
She nodded, her ever changing blue eyes never leaving mine, and I saw it. Her need to be with me— close to me.
“Stay with me,” I said, my voice raw.
She hesitated, then nodded again, a small, shaky smile tugging at her lips. “Yes.”
I removed my clothes and climbed into bed beside her, pulling her close, feeling her warmth against me, and for the first time in days, I felt something other than anger and frustration. I felt complete.
I sensed her relaxing, her body melting into mine and her heartbeat slowing, rhythmic against my chest.
“Bolt,” she whispered softly. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Her hand moved up to cradle my face, and I turned to press a kiss into her palm, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Her fingers trembled slightly under my lips as her thumb brushed over my cheekbone.
“I love you,” I confessed, as my lips nibbled on her fingers, before pulling back to take off her silky nightgown. The gown slid off her shoulders, revealing those beautiful full tits. Fiona had the prettiest tipped up nipples I had ever seen, and I couldn’t resist enclosing one nipple between my lips, teasing it with gentle flicks of my tongue.
She was silent for a moment, then she whispered, “I love you too.”
Her admission sent a warmth of pure happiness flooding through me. I planted feathery kisses on her neck and shoulders, each one a testament to how much I needed her. It was in these moments that we truly communicated — words becoming unnecessary as our bodies spoke volumes. My fingers traced patterns on her bare skin, lingering at the small dip in her lower back.
Her breathing hitched as I moved lower, my lips grazing the soft mound of her breast. The sensation caused a shiver to run down her spine. Her hand found its way into my hair, pulling me closer on instinct.
“I missed this so much,” she breathed against my ear, her voice holding a note of urgency that sparked the same inside of me. Her skin was hot and smooth under my lips, inviting me closer. The scent of strawberries filled my nostrils as I licked and kissed her body.
We were lost in each other; every stroke, every kiss whittling away at the gap between us until there was no boundary where she ended and I began. She rolled on top of me, kissing her way down my body.
Fiona whimpered and clung to me as I guided her head down toward my throbbing dick. “I wanna feel your lips around my cock,” I rasped, having dreamed of it since she last did it. She willingly took me into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking me deeper, her fingers gripping my shaft, squeezing. As I felt the heat enveloping me, a surge of possessiveness overcame me, a deep, primal need to make her mine again and fuck her hard.
“Bolt,” she gasped, as I tugged her hair, moving her mouth off my cock. Her voice was filled with an urgency that matched my own. Our eyes met as she licked her lips like she was savoring the taste of me.
I sank back on the bed, pulling Fiona on top of me. “Fuck me, Fiona,” I said, my hands going to her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Ride my cock with that sweet pussy.”
Her weight was comfortingly familiar, fitting perfectly against me, because she was mine, and we were made for each other. Fuck, she was beautiful like this; her flushed face, sex glazed eyes and disheveled hair.
My fingers dug into her hips, guiding her onto my aching cock and feeling it go deep within her wet pussy. With each forceful pump, I felt her walls clench around me, and she moaned loudly, her nails digging into my thighs as she arched her back in pleasure, her face pure bliss.
Her eyes flashed open as the sensation overtook her, a gasp escaping her lips as she strained against me in shared ecstasy. My groan of pleasure harmonized with her keening cries, creating sounds that I know could be heard in the hallway, but right now I didn’t give two fucks.
“Fiona,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my grip on her tightening possessively. The feel of my cock in her pussy was electrifying, sparking sensations that coursed through my veins, breathing life back into me.
I watched as she moved against me, riding my cock, her body rising and falling. Her gaze never left mine–an unspoken connection cementing our bond even deeper. Her soft whimpering was music to my ears–just knowing that only I could bring her to this point.
“God, this feels so good,” she moaned as she rode me harder, her words almost pushing me over the edge.
With a grunt, I increased my pace, driving into her more forcefully. My fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her ass, encouraging her to lose herself completely as my hands help guide her.
“Yes, just like that,” she cried out, her breath hot against my ear as she fell forward onto my chest. “Don’t stop!”
I continued to thrust into her with steady determination, our rhythm growing more frantic and intense until finally, our bodies tensed as we climaxed together, cries of each other’s names filling the air.
Our breathing was heavy and ragged as we clung to each other, soaked in sweat and so fucking sated. As our heartbeats slowly returned to normal and our gasps of pleasure turned into sighs of contentment, I pulled her closer against me as we fell asleep.