Chapter 13
Cage – Seven Weeks Later
I swallow hard as I lean against the tree and look out at Rose Meadows, the sun setting above me making the scenery look peaceful as the light gust blows the flowers, but I feel anything but that.
For the first time since meeting my girl I have the need to do a line.
I need to kick the shit outta someone and instead of going to her like I should have, I’ve ghosted her all day for the first time since starting our relationship.
I rode until I ended up here, in the Dark Angels territory while ignoring my phone blowing up from my brothers, my family, all most likely worried.
A bike rumble echoes in the quiet, and I sigh, knowing it’ll be Blade, the president of the Dark Angels, an allied club that we run guns and ammo with, and I lean my head back and look up to the sky before the bike rumbles silence and heavy boots crunch underneath the dirt and grass.
“Brother,” Blade says as he takes a seat beside me, and I sigh again.
“How’d you know I was here?” I ask, not looking his way as my phone vibrates against my chest.
Drew stopped calling an hour ago, and I don’t know how I really feel about it, maybe disappointed?
“I didn’t, not at first. I got a call from Joel, who got a panicked call from his eldest daughter. All it took was one of the townsfolk to say they’d seen a lone rider come this way for me to figure it out,” he admits, and I wince.
Okay, so that would explain why she’s gone quiet and guilt builds.
“Fuck, I should have messaged Drew,” I huff, trying to ignore the way my heart soars at the lengths she’s gone to ensure I was alright. My guilt multiplies for cutting her off today.
Blade hums and agrees, “Yeah, you should have,” before admitting, “She’s worried sick because normally, like an alpha hole you are or in my view suddenly are.
Joel mentioned that you’re there when she wakes and continuously calls her throughout the day not giving her reprieve from your overbearing ways. ”
I turn and raise a brow at the fucker and confirm, “Those your words?”
He grins, his dark blue eyes sparkling as he confesses, “Of course,” before he looks seriously at me again, “I’m aware of what day it is, your dad calls frequently to ensure you haven’t driven through town, worried you’ll run, and when I had that call from Joel, I knew to ask the townsfolk.”
I sigh and look down, not knowing what to say.
“You should be home, Cage, wearing your presidency patch, not sitting here. And you really need to get a property patch for your girl because I have to tell ya, a woman who goes to the lengths she has today is one worth keeping,” he says, and I snort.
“Coming from a playboy?” I joke as I look at him, but he doesn’t smile, and I sigh again, “I don’t know if I want to be Pres, Blade, fuck. I don’t even know what I want, and the only reason why I fucked off today is that I had the need to do a line, I had to ride.”
“Why not lean on your girl?” he questions, and I rasp, “Because I killed my baby sister and she doesn’t know.”
“No!” he snaps, “You didn’t fucking kill her, a jealous bitch did.
You didn’t know what a psycho she was, you didn’t know she’d be a murderer just because she wanted that patch.
Any brother could have had done to them, what happened to you.
It wasn’t your fucking fault. Pushing away a woman you know can center you is a mistake, and you know it.
Don’t let the last nine months of sobriety go to the shitter. ”
I nod, knowing he’s right, and I admit, “Dad's worried and not just because I could relapse today, I told him I moved in with my girl.”
Blade sighs, “He thinks you’re not going to return.”
“I’m happy, brother, I’m happy with my girl, I’m happy at the tattoo shop. Why uproot that and have the stress and worry that someone who's jealous will try and kill my girl? What’s stopping that fucked up group from taking her?” I mutter as car tires echo.
“First of all, you’re not eighteen anymore, you know the signs of danger and if the fuckers ever even got near your girl, you’d tear the world apart to get her back.
Brother, don’t be naive, you know she’s already been clocked, they’re following you, fuck, we’ve killed three of them today already, and as for happiness?
The tattoo shop isn’t Carnage Tats, it isn’t your baby that you built from the ground up when you were a teenager before shit went to hell.
From what I can see about your girl already, she’ll follow you wherever you go. ”
A car pulling away echoes before Blade stands and states, “You and your girl will stay the night tonight, no arguments.” he pats my shoulder, “Think about what I said, brother, because you not being in your rightful place is a fucking shame.”
He walks away as my body tingles, and everything relaxes inside me for the first time today. The need for a line disappears, and my girl stands before me wearing a bright blue strappy summer dress and her hair down, looking fucking beautiful.
Her gorgeous eyes look at me with concern, and I give her a smile.
With that, she has the okay to climb on me, and she doesn’t hesitate.
She straddles my lap before cupping my cheeks while I grip her hips as she looks me over to make sure I’m alright.
Once she’s happy, she leans forward and presses her lips against mine, and I tighten my grip on her hips.
I lick the seam of her lips as Blade's bike roars down the road and Drew opens up willingly. Our tongues tangle as I deepen the kiss. I reach out and rub my thumb over her hip bone where I tattooed my name two weeks ago, before I fucked her slow and steady on my chair.
It was fucking perfect, and even now, I’m hardening at just the thought of her tattoo, that she willingly claimed me back.
As if she can read my mind, without breaking the kiss, Drew lifts slightly and undoes my jeans, pulling the zipper down.
Her soft, small hand cups my dick and she swallows my groans while lining herself up then taking my dick down whole.
The extra brush of her panties that is shoved to the side giving me that extra pleasure while her walls squeeze me perfectly.
Fuck…
Drew breaks the kiss but keeps her lips against mine as we lock eyes, and she gently bounces on my dick, up, down, up, down, before swiveling. I wrap my arms around her waist and help guide her, not once breaking eye contact.
She’s giving me what I need, a distraction, her, and I fucking love her even more for it.
I can feel her juices spread between us as her walls begin to flutter, and I know she’s close.
I pick up my speed and thrust up, meeting her each time, hitting her G-spot, and she moans.
I quickly take her lips in a bruising kiss before she screams as her orgasm takes her and she comes.
I swallow her sounds, shoving my tongue into her mouth, while I thrust faster, one, two, up to seven more times before I pull her down hard and I paint her walls.
I am so fucking glad she’s on birth control so we can go skin to skin.
I bite her bottom lip as I bring her down, flush with my hips, and keep myself deep inside her.
“I love you,” she gasps as she gets out of my hold and leans her forehead against mine.
“I love you too,” I reply as I cup her cheek, and I choke, “I’m so fucking lucky to have you. Instead of getting pissed because I went radio silent, you read me instantly and came after me.”
“Of course, I came after you,” she whispers, “Where you go, I go. I know it’s only been three months, but Bellamy, you own me, body, heart, and soul. You’re my world, and I’m madly and deeply in love with you.”
I nod and press my lips against hers again before I slowly move her up and down, my cock twitching, wanting another round, and another, and then another…
***
Two hours later, after three more rounds, including me eating her out like a starved animal, I’m leaning back against the tree. Only this time, Drew is between my legs, her back to my front, wearing my cut, and fuck if that didn’t make me want her all over again.
My phone has stopped buzzing, so I know Blade has let everyone know I’m alright, that I’m with my girl. The fucker messaged me to inform us that the guest room is set up for Drew and me.
Turns out he had a prospect pick her up from the train station when he came to find me.
“Can you talk to me?” Drew asks in the quiet, and I swallow hard.
I need to let her in, I need her to see what I did, what I caused, and hope that she doesn’t leave me.
Taking a deep breath, I admit, “Angie would have been twenty four today,” Drew leans further back into me and I tighten my hold around her waist as I place my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deep and I continue, “She always said, when she hit twenty four she would have been a doctor, helping people, living her dreams but she can’t, because of me… ”
Drew stills before suddenly, she moves out of my tightened grip. Panic hits until she turns in my arms and I straighten my legs so she can straddle me again, and as soon as she’s situated, she cups my cheeks, her eyes showing no judgment, only worry.
“Explain,” she demands softly, and I swallow hard.
“During high school, I knew I was going to take over for my dad. I didn’t want to settle down, I didn’t want to fall for anyone while I had to learn the ropes and I didn’t want to put anyone in danger, so I had a regular fuck,” I confess, and Drew scowls, making me smile slightly.
Shaking my head, I continue, “She wasn’t the only one I screwed, just like I wasn’t her only, I mean fuck, she was having an affair with a man in his sixties and was actually a distant cousin. ”
“Okay, that is gross,” Drew gags, and I chuckle and agree, “It is, and I ended our regular fucks, her doing that shit giving me the out I needed. The next day she pops up in front of me with a smirk explaining she was pregnant and I could be the father.”
Drews eyes widen and I swallow the lump forming as I choke, “The club had an enemy and I wasn’t sure if they’d go after kids.
They’d already gone after women and our elders, I didn’t want to risk it, so I decided after receiving the DNA results confirming that I was the father to hand in my cut and be a dad instead.
Even at eighteen, I had a level head on my shoulders but,” I take a shuddered breath and Drew grips my cheeks harder, listening intently, “but, the day I went to hand in my cut, my little sister decided to sneak out and go for a swim. Before she made it far, she overheard Toya gloating about how she aborted the baby and was going to try and guilt trip me into giving her my property patch because she realized having a baby wasn’t going to be the way to trap me. ”
“Wait!” Drew snaps, anger etching off her, “She aborted your baby all because she knew you would have handed in your cut?!”
I nod, and pure fury etches off her. I pull her forward and place my forehead against hers, the awe I have for this woman and her golden heart filling me.
“She did, but, instead of coming to find me, my brave, stupid baby sister confronted Toya.” I choke, and Drew gasps, “No…”
I nod and confirm, “My baby sister was killed by my ex-fuck buddy. She drowned her in the pool and-and after I killed Toya,” Drew tenses, “I threw my cut on the floor and walked out,” I swallow thickly, “I didn’t even get to attend her funeral because I got myself locked up and over the years I have spiraled to the point of doing cocaine and starting fights became my norm.
I started a fuck buddy relationship with an officer who brought coke in just so I could snort it from her tits.
That was actually something I was about to do after being released from prison a month prior, from a stripper's chest when my brothers did an intervention.”
My eyes race between a shocked Drew’s, and I admit, “I hadn’t touched a woman in six months, until you.”
She asks, “And the coke?” with no judgment, making me love her even more.
“Today was the first day I have wanted a line, the last time I touched it was two days before the intervention,” I confess and she physically relaxes against me before she shocks the shit out of me and presses her lips against mine.
I can’t help but melt and instead of pulling back, instead of ensuring she isn’t looking at me any differently even if I do deserve it, I shove my tongue into her mouth and hope like fucking hell that she won’t leave me.
If I lose Drew, I’ll fall down the rabbit hole and never fucking return, I just know it.