CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Are you ready for me, little one?” His words create goose bumps all over my skin as a gush of moisture slid out of me and coated my already wet and ruined panties.
“Fuck me and find out.” I reply brazenly. Not understanding where this hussy had come from, but enjoying the banter. His blue eye darkened and flared at my words, and before I knew what was happening, he fisted the lacy material of my underwear and tugged viciously, ripping the delicate fabric.
“You owe me a pair of Victoria’s Secret lingerie.” I sass him, and he grins evilly, sliding out of his boxer briefs, his cock bouncing it was so long and hard. I couldn’t take my eyes of it, the almost angry looking purple head, with its pierced tip. It was almost mesmerizing.
“I’ll buy out the entire store if you want me to,” he promises and I can’t help but chuckle thinking he’s joking, but his straight face tells me he wasn’t. He’d just notched his dick at my entrance and was teasing me as he passed through my wetness and over my engorged clit when his phone beeps with an incoming message.
Lowering his head to lean his forehead against mine, cursing up a storm at the interruption.
“Ignore it.” I plead. He nods and slides slowly inside me just as another message comes in.
“Shit!” I join in the cursing, wanting nothing more than to scream in frustration.
“I have to get it. Otherwise, they’ll be blowing up my phone all night,” he says, and I sigh as he slides his dick back out of me, and I almost feel bereft.
Completely buck naked, he sits on the edge of the bed and reads the text, cursing again, the shock on his face unmistakable. Something ominous overcomes me, and I quickly sit up. Wanting to look over his shoulder to see his phone, but he moves the face away from me.
Turning to face me, he looks almost lost as his Adam’s apple bobs with the swallow he takes.
“I need to leave, little one. Something came up in Dallas that we need to take care of.”
“What? Right now? It’s barely two in the morning. What’s going on, Bodie?” I demand.
“It’s club business. You know I can’t tell you that.” He skirts around the question, and I can feel my anger flare.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” I toss back. “Something’s going on, and I want to know what it is.”
His eyes narrow. “I’m telling you, it’s club business. Now, I have to go. Stay at the clubhouse, and don’t go anywhere without a prospect.” He instructs before getting to his feet and padding naked and barefoot into the bathroom. I’m so mad that I can’t even enjoy just how hot and sexy he is with his toned and tanned ass and muscular back.
I huff, crossing my arms over my bare chest, hating how secretive he’s being because I know something is up, and it has to do with me.
I can feel it.
Mr Boots is curled up on the end of the bed, and I grab him, cuddling him close against me. He meows in protest at being awakened, but I don’t care. I just need the comfort his tiny furry body gives me.
Ten minutes later, Chains emerges naked from the bathroom freshly showered, and I’m still in the same position I was when he went inside—towelling his head dry, I can’t help my eyes from travelling down his gorgeous form. His dick is still hard, and my core tingles, imagining him inside me.
“I’ll make it up to you when I get back,” he says, a small grin turning up his lips.
“You better.” I mutter against Mr Boots soft fur, as I watch him dress.
A gray long-sleeved T-shirt, black jeans that show off his muscular thighs and lie low on his hips and his cut, complete the look.
He saunters over to me, bending down to give me a kiss on the lips, leaving them tingling and me wanting more.
“Lexie, Everleigh, and Sage will all be here, stay with them, and don’t leave without a prospect.” He warns again, with a raised eyebrow.
“Fine, I heard you the first time.” I grumble.
“Good, now be a good girl for me and keep the bed warm until I get back. I shouldn’t be too long. Hopefully, just a few hours. At the most, we’ll return tomorrow night.” With another quick peck on the lips, he was gone.
I wanted so much to tell him I loved him, but chickened out. I just hope I get the chance again when he returns. Sliding beneath the covers, I hold Mr Boots close, who’s already sleeping and purring loudly, but I remain wide awake until the early rays of the sun bathe the room in warm light.
I was hoping the events of last night, not the actual sex but what happened after, was all a dream, but the empty side of Chains bed tells me it wasn’t.
Despondent, I decide to get up, choosing a V-neck green ruffle trim wrap dress, hoping it picks up my mood because it does wonders for my figure. I keep my face makeup-free, showcasing the noticeable freckles that adorn it.as I go about my morning routine of brushing my teeth, cleansing and moisturising my face, trying to distract myself from the fact that Chains has gone God only knows where.
Styling my hair away from my face, I smile when I notice how much it had grown in such a short time. Sliding my feet into a pair of green wedge espadrille sandals, and with a pep in my step for the first time since I’d woken up, I leave Chains” room, with Mr Boots in my arms, and go in search of familiar faces. Hopefully Lexie is here, at least.
The clubhouse is abnormally quiet, which leaves me wondering how many of the members have left for Dallas? Hearing muffled voices, I follow until I’m in the kitchen where I thankfully find Lexie, Sage, and Everleigh. It’s almost a relief to realize that they are here, and I can’t help the huge smile from overtaking my face.
“Well, good morning, sleeping beauty.” Lexie speaks first, and I walk farther into the room. “Would you like a coffee?”
“I would love one. Thanks.” I reply, placing the kitten on the floor before heading to the fridge to get his breakfast. I watch as he eagerly gobbles it up, then I settle onto a stool at the massive stainless-steel island. The kitchen exudes a professional air with its all-stainless-steel appliances.
Glancing around, I notice that the girl who arrived last night at Spider’s patching-in party isn’t among the group of women.
“What a night that was last night, huh? Where’s the girl that arrived last night? Chains said her name was Ella? What’s going on?” I shoot quick-fire questions as I sip the tasty goodness once Lexie sets the cup in front of me.
A look I can’t decipher passes over the three women’s faces, igniting my anger
“What’s with the looks? Do you three know where Chains and the rest of the guys have gone? The looks on your faces tell me you all know more than I do.”
Everleigh sighs, explaining,
“Ella’s back at Sage’s place with the kids. She wanted to come and meet you, but she was too tired from her trip. And she thought it best to stay away from my son Lukas, or Spider, as you know him as, and his girlfriend Candy. My son and Ella had a thing before she left.” My eyes go wide, and Everleigh quickly explains. “Nothing happened, of course, but there was an attraction, and I’m sure if he wasn’t with Candy, there would have been more. With everything that happened last night, she thought it best to keep her distance,”
“As for where the guys are and what they’re doing, we know about as much as you do, Zoe. All I know is Kick took a call from Kon in Dallas, and he got all the guys together and they left. Even Lukas has gone with them. He didn’t want any drama with Ella being here.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. I’m such a bitch. I attack them for keeping things from me, my worry over Chains wellbeing leading my anger, when Everleigh especially has Kick and now Spider to worry about.
I lower my face from her searching eyes, feeling ashamed at my outburst.
“I’m so sorry for speaking to you like that. I’m just worried about Chains, he refused to tell me anything, and I took it out on you when you didn’t deserve it. Especially considering you have two of your guys gone.”
Everleigh smiles indulgently, pushing a stray lock of dark ebony hair from her face. “You have a right to be worried too, especially if you like Chains.”
“Oh, I more than like the asshole.” I admit without thinking, then gasp and slap a hand against my mouth. All three women have identical smiles on their faces as they look at me.
“Well, it’s obvious you both have the hots for each other. It was sexy how he watched over you all night last night and held you in his lap.” Lexie replies, getting a faraway look in her eyes before the oven dinged and she opened the door, removing the scrumptious looking cinnamon buns inside.
“You baked those?” I ask.
“I did. I couldn’t sleep, so I’ve been up for hours.” Lexie says.
“Riggs is gone, too?” I broach, as she shrugs, appearing deliberately nonchalant.
“I suppose he is. I haven’t seen him in a while, and I don’t intend to.” My eyes connect with Sage, Lexie’s sister, and she looks back with sad eyes.
“I wish I knew what crawled up his ass? You’re the best thing that ever happened to him. You know that, Lexie?” I tell her.
She smiles sadly. “He’s got a lot of baggage he has yet to deal with from years ago. It’s my own damn fault for falling in love with a man that’s not available.” That’s the most she has spoken about her feelings for Riggs since I’ve known her. I ask her more about what she means by that statement, but Sage interrupts and we move on from the subject.
“Riggs is an asshole.”
“Amen to that.” Lexie lifts her coffee cup, and we all do the same, clinking our cups against the other and laughing. The tension slips away and we spend the next little while drinking coffee, eating the cinnamon scrolls and chatting.
Unfortunately, it’s then the rest of the clubhouse awakens, with many of the club girls congregating in the kitchen. The one I saw coming on to Chains walks in dressed in her finery as your typical streetwalker, and it’s hard for me not to roll my eyes. But I manage it. Barely. Her eyes take me in and narrow.
“So, you’re the married bitch that’s all over Chains?” She snarls at me, as the rest of the club girls snicker.
I lean my chin on my hand and smile, pretending that her words don’t bother me. “So, you’re the club slut who thinks she can move up to ol’ lady status by coming on to my man?” I shoot back at her. And the four of us high five each other.
“Stay in your lane, bitch. You don’t belong here.” The woman invades my personal space, and although I attempt to control my reaction, I have reached my breaking point after enduring years of being Caleb”s punching bag, resulting in an uncharacteristic act as I fist my hand and aim for the club bicycle’s pert little nose.
“Stay the fuck away from me and we won’t have any trouble.” I spit out, shocked that I just did what I did. Blood spurts everywhere, and the other woman screams as I shake out my hand, she launches herself at me, the shock of my hit wearing off.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch? Chains is gonna lose interest in a fat cow like you,” she screams, trying to get at me, but a few prospects who have stayed behind finally make an appearance and pull her off me.
“Kick is going to hear about this. Make no mistake about that, and you’ll be finally out on your bony little ass.” Everleigh turns on the other woman, intimidating her with her five foot seven height, as the prospects drag the club girl out of the kitchen kicking and screaming. Her cohorts following silently behind her.
“She’s a peach.” I mutter. Trying not to show that she had gotten to me, or that my hand was killing me.
“Come sit down, I’ll look at your hand,” Sage tells me, and I do as she says while she patches me up. Just as she was putting away the first aid kit, my phone chimes from the pocket of my dress.
I retrieve it, a smile on my face when I see its Chains.
“Hello?” I say breathily.
“How’s my slugger doing?” he says down the line, amusement and something akin to pride coloring his voice. I can’t help but laugh.
“Wow, news travels fast.”
“Especially when a club bunny gets taken down by an ol’ lady.” He says, I freeze at the words, not daring to hope that he means it.
I know he’s called me that before, but I don’t dare hope it’s true. But before I can even ask him about it, he continues,
“Don’t worry about her anymore, she won’t bother you again,” he replies ominously. I want to tell him not to hurt the woman because of me, but he continues without pausing,
“We’ll talk when I get back, shouldn’t be too long, little one. Stick with the other women. Can’t wait to see you and fuck you, finally.”
A blush creeps up my neck to color my cheeks.
“Me too.” I whisper before he rings off.
For the rest of the day, I walk around with a permanent smile on my face. The only thing that ruins my mood is the fact that I’m unable to get through to my father, and it”s worrying me.