11 | Cade
Staring down at the paper on the bench, tucked just beneath Addison’s bag, I can’t help but see my sister’s name. Glancing up the hall, I hear the shower running. Fuck. She’s got it in my head now, and I’m finding it real fucking hard to think about anything else. She was getting somewhere, I know it by her fierce determination, but she agreed to stop looking, for me. I know that will be killing her.
Pulling out the piece of paper, I stare down at her scrawled handwriting.
Something about Clara being seen in the woods outside of town before she went missing. She was picked up, bloodied and hurt, and a report was made to the police but nobody could find her. When the person who picked her up took her to the hospital, she ran. I know exactly what she was doing in those woods, a memory that haunts me and will haunt me until the day I die.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I can’t go down this road again.
I told myself I wouldn’t go after her when she made her choice. I tried, multiple times to help her. I got myself into some serious fucking danger to protect her and she still went against me. I spent my entire fucking life having her back, and when it came down to it, she chose someone else over me. She made the decision to live a dangerous life, and if she is going through hell because of that, it’s on her.
Tossing the paper back, I turn, fists clenched.
I can’t let this get to me.
My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts. Spike’s number flashes on the screen, and I answer it with a grunt. “What?”
“We got a situation,” he growls, his voice ragged as he pants.
“Talk to me,” I say, already reaching for my keys.
“Our boy Wesley don’t like us lookin’ for him, and so he’s got some fuckin’ men to harass Adder. He was at the bar, drinkin’, and they came in and beat the shit out of him. Left him for fuckin’ dead. He’s in the hospital, don’t know if he’ll make it. We’re goin’ to find those fuckers. We got names. You in?”
“Fuck yeah I’m in. Give me five.”
Hanging up the phone, I turn to see Addison standing near the kitchen, a towel wrapped around her.
“Trouble?” she asks, her long dark hair dripping and running down her skin.
Fuck I miss her.
Want her so fucking bad but at the same time, I’m so fucking angry at her for what she did.
“Club shit. Someone beat Adder. Don’t know if he’ll make it.”
Her eyes widen. “What? Who would do that.”
“Wesley’s minions. Goin’ to deal with it. I’ll be back.”
She nods, even though concern washes over her features. She knows not to interfere, but that doesn’t stop the concern washing over her face. This is a dangerous world, and it isn’t for the feint of heart.
Walking over, I press a kiss to her forehead before turning and leaving the house. I get on my bike and make my way to the club where everyone is waiting to ride. Nodding, I let them know I’m good to go and we move, heading into town. We arrive at a bar on the outskirts that is known for housing the scum of this place, and it doesn’t surprise me that this is where we’ll find the fuckers who did this to Adder.
Pulling up, I throw my leg over the bike and fall into step beside Spike, who is ready for a fight. His fists are clenched by his sides and his jaw is tight with unshed rage. It’s one thing to mess with the club, it’s another to mess with someone who is on their own with nobody around. That’s a coward’s act, and something we don’t take lightly. Glancing at Jackson, I give him a nod as we step inside the bar.
It's only at half capacity, if that, and the people in here are less than scum. They’re the trash of this earth. Men who have never worked a day in their lives, addicted to drugs and abusers of women. The women, well, they’re basically the same. Hanging off the men like their lives depend on it, their hair matted and their bodies skin and bones. It’s sad, really, because they never had a chance to do anything with themselves.
“You can’t wear those fuckin’ colors in here.”
A man standing by the pool table barks across the room at us when we come in.
I look to Spike, he looks to me, and we both nod.
No words need to be spoken.
“That so?” I say, walking up to the pool table and picking up a cue. “And who made you the boss?”
Seething, he steps around the pool table, glaring at me, baring rotting teeth. I can already tell by his bloodied knuckles and bad attitude that he had something to do with Adder’s attack.
“We don’t accept scum in our bar. You dogs need to get out.”
Running my hand down the smooth pool cue, I tip my head to the side and look around before meeting his eyes again. Spike is beside me, his presence known, and the other guys are spread out, waiting for Jackson to give the order.
“Judgin’ by the look of the place, I’m guessin’ you’re not telling me the truth. All I can see,” I say as I lean in closer, “is scum.”
His nostrils flare and his eyes widen. “I’ll give you one last warning. Get the fuck out or I’ll do to you what I did to the last man who came in here wearing that shit.”
That’s the only answer I need.
Grinning, I tighten my grip around the pool cue. “Yeah, that’s not goin’ to happen.”
With that, I swing it, connecting with his jaw and sending him stumbling backward. The entire bar erupts as men launch out of their seats and begin attacking whoever is closest. My focus is on the man in front of me who stands up, smashing a bottle on a near by table and swiping it at me, going straight for the throat. Fucking savage.
Catching his wrist when he swings the bottle in my direction, I haul him closer before bringing my other fist into his face, over and over again, until blood splatters against my shirt. Releasing him, I manage to raise my hand just in time for his bottle to come in the direction of my face. It slices my hand, causing blood to trickle down my arm, but it does little to stop me.
Gripping his throat, my blood smearing against it, I back him into a wall where I lean in close. “You ever fuck with this club again, the next time we come in here, I will kill you.”
He opens his mouth to answer, but I don’t give him the chance.
I slam my fist into his face, over and over again, until he falls into a slump on the ground. Staring down at him, panting with rage, I turn just in time to see Jackson raise a hand. He’s calling us out, no doubt before the police arrive. Someone would have called them, though I doubt this is on their high list of things to do. A place like this isn’t something they’d come rushing for.
Still.
It’s time to go.
Stepping over the bodies on the ground, and past the men still fighting, I walk out the door with most of the bikers following. A few minutes later, they’re all out, and we move quickly to our bikes as men pour from the bar, ready to keep the fight going. Throwing a leg over my bike, I start it just as a man approaches, bottle in hand. What the fuck is with these men and their bottles? Raising it, he doesn’t get the chance to swing it as I kick my leg out, hitting him hard enough to send him toppling backward.
Helps that he’s drunk.
Once he’s on the ground, I rev the engine and get the fuck out of there.
Nothin’ like a fight to end a night.
It’s good for the soul.
~*~*~*~*~
“I’M NOT EVEN GOING to ask you how you got this,” Addi murmurs, wiping the dried blood from my hand, revealing a cut that is no doubt in need of stitches.
Glancing up at me, she meets my eyes as I watch her work, not telling her a single thing. That’s just how it goes, and she knows it.
“The silent treatment,” she mutters, “how original, Cade. Are we going to keep playing this game or are we going to get over it?”
“No game, sugar,” I murmur.
“What a load of shit,” she breathes, swiping at my hand angrily.
Growling, I pull it away. “Go easy.”
“I’ll go easy,” she snatches my hand back, “when you start acting like a grown ass adult and talk to me.”
“Know I can’t tell you what went down tonight.”
Scowling at me, she gives me a look so intense it almost makes me laugh. She’s fucking adorable when she’s mad. Always has been.
“You know damn well I’m not talking about tonight. You’re still mad about Clara and you’re acting like an overgrown child about it.”
I can’t help it; a chuckle escapes my throat. Her head whips up, and she gives me a scowl. “Do not laugh at me. I swear to ...”
“Relax, sugar,” I murmur, using my free hand to capture her chin. “We’re good.”
Huffing, she pulls her head away. “I hope so, because I’m getting real sick of talking to myself.”
“Condition for that,” I murmur.
“Watch it, biker.”
Pulling my hand away, I reach for her face again, taking her jaw in my good hand and pulling her close. “Baby, we’re good.”
Her eyes search my face, and then soften a little. “Well good,” she murmurs, “because I was getting really horny.”
Licking her lips, she stares down at the piercing in my lip.
Oh how she loves to suck on it.
My dick jumps.
“Keep talkin’ like that and we might be able to fix that problem,” I growl, sliding my hand from her jaw, down her neck and chest until I reach her tits.
Fucking sweet tits.
Cupping one in my hand, my dick hardens even further, but she quickly slaps it away.
“I’m fixing you right now.” She grins, taking my hand back and continuing her cleaning.
“Got some good dirty nurse fantasies,” I rasp, nudging her legs apart with my knee.
“Well, unfortunately for you, I’m a doctor.”
I push my knee into her pussy, feeling the heat radiating through my jeans. “I don’t fuckin’ care what you are.”
She gasps, closing her legs to push me back out. “Now now, sir. That’s inappropriate behavior.”
“You want to see inappropriate?” I growl, shoving to my feet and hauling her up and over my shoulder.
The bloodied cloth she was holding falls to the floor as she yells, “I’m not done!”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ are.”
Carrying her to the kitchen counter, I practically throw her down as I lay her back against it, pressing my hand to her squirming form as I jerk up her nightie. She’s wearing lacy panties; little minx knew exactly what she was doing. Leaning up on her elbows, she gives me a wild look that has my dick straining against my jeans, desperate to sink into her.
“You bad girl.”
Grinning, she shows me the fire and passion I fell in love with. She’s the strongest, sassiest, slightly most crazy girl I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t change a thing about her, even if she does make me wild sometimes. Spreading her legs with my hands, I stare down at her sweet slit covered in fine black lace. I want to tear these off, but I want to see them again, so instead I hook my fingers in them and slide them down her legs, tossing them aside.
Like a good girl, she puts her feet up on the counter, spreading for me.
“You know exactly what I need,” I growl, stepping up closer.
“Of course I do,” she licks her lips as she watches me slide my hands beneath her bottom.
Then I bring her up to my mouth like a fucking cold beer.
Only she tastes so much better.
Like sweet candy.
Sliding my tongue up her slit, she cries out as her hands slam down on the counter beside her, hanging on to whatever she can find as I close my mouth over her clit. I suck until it’s firm in my mouth and her wet cunt is coating my face. Then, I lick and taunt, twirling and lapping until she’s gasping and then shuddering with pure ecstasy. I don’t care what anyone tells you, having a woman trembling in your arms is fucking delightful.
Lowering her down, I kiss the mound above her clit, moving up her belly and stretching my body over hers as I jerk her nightie up until I can wrap my mouth around her aching nipples. Fingers tangling in my hair, she pushes them into my mouth as I suck and swirl, burying my face into her soft, plump flesh.
I’m hungry for her.
Reaching down, I shove my jeans down, releasing my cock.
It’s hard, and fuck, it aches.
Running my hand up and down the thick length, I push away from Addison and shove her knees apart as I bring my dick to her entrance. Mewling like a fucking hungry kitten, she pushes her hips up, spreading her legs wide, eager for me to fill her. Her pussy is pink and glistening, and fuck, I’m going to sink myself so hard into her. Nothing feels better than the way she hugs my cock.
Pressing to her entrance, I push inside her with one swift motion.
She gasps, arching her back as I take her hips in my hands, tipping them just enough to catch the thrust that comes next. It’s not gentle or soft, it’s deep and intense, but not hard enough to hurt. I’m pushing inside her until her flesh touches my pubic bone, and then I drag myself back out, loving the way she clenches around me. The beautiful thing about being with someone for a long time, is you know exactly what works.
I fuck her against the counter until she’s calling my name, her head thrashing from side to side as she reaches orgasm.
Addison loves to be fucked.
She always has.
I push into her until I feel my balls clench up and pleasure shoot up my spine, and then I release into her with a ragged hiss. Fingers pinching into her skin, I shudder as the most intense orgasm rips through my body. My vision blurs for a second and I close my eyes, tipping my head back as I enjoy every last second of it.
Once I’m done, I pull her up but stay standing between her legs. She reaches up, curling her fingers into my hair as she presses her mouth to mine. She’s tastes warm and sweet, like a hot brownie, and I growl as my tongue slides against hers, my cock still inside her. It twitches again as she deepens the kiss and she pulls back, eyes wide.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” I rasp, flicking her bottom lip with my thumb.
I’m not even fucking close.