CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
My eyes fly open, and I hastily examine my surroundings, half expecting to find Caleb hiding in the shadows near the cage where he had kept me in the abandoned warehouse. The memory of being taken and then crashing the van has haunted me in a never-ending loop since my rescue. It’s only been a few days, and I know it will take time for me to get over what happened.
We’d grappled for the gun on his lap, and it’d gone off just as we hit the guardrail and the embankment coming to rest against some trees. The bullet lodging in his shoulder, while I ended up hitting my head against the dashboard of the van when we crashed.
My father being held back at the warehouse made my stress levels rise even further.
Everleigh said I could remove the butterfly bandage she had placed over the cut to my forehead since it was healing nicely. Other than that, I was okay.
It’s then I register the tight arm around my waist, and without thinking, I snuggle even further into Chains arms, feeling the way his cock hardens behind his boxer briefs. He hasn”t left my side since he saved me from Caleb, and it’s bothering me because it seems like they have made no effort to rescue my father, even though they”ve been in their meeting room for hours on end in the past few days. I hate thinking that way, because I know Chains, especially, would do everything in his power to save my father and bring him home to me.
“Keep doing that, little one, and you’ll suffer the consequences.” His deep gravelly, still sleepy voice, and his use of the endearment shot straight to my pussy and I smile.
“Then I want to suffer.” I tell him boldly, squealing when he suddenly has me on my back and is on top of me, a sexy grin on his handsome face.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, baby?” he asks me, and for the first time in a long time, I see a different side to the man I love. He seems unsure of himself, as if he’s in two minds about taking things to the next level with me. I want to get angry and tell him I’m not a doll made of porcelain. But I stop myself, trying to understand his side of things as well.
I palm the side of his face, his beard is surprisingly soft, as he nuzzles against my hand. His cerulean blue eyes almost staring into my soul.
“I’ve been ready since the night of the party when you left me to go to Dallas.” I tell him, as something passes in his eyes that I can’t fathom, and remind myself to ask him about it later. But for right now, it’s just us. No one else exists in this room.
“Kiss me.” I whisper just as he was about to lower his head to touch my lips with his, a soft meow sounds and Mr Boots jumps on the bed, walking up to me, and nuzzling his head with mine.
“Really, you little cock blocker?” Chains growls out, and I can’t help but laugh. “I thought you were with Lexie and Riggs, you little shit.”
I frown. “Lexie and Riggs?” I question. “Since when?”
Chains sighs and sits up, as I try to keep my eyes on his face, and not let them travel down to his magnificent cock, which was tenting his boxer briefs.
“After that asshole took you, we’d put the club on lockdown, she’s been staying with Riggs in his room.”
“Oh, to be a fly on that wall.” I whistle.
“Lexie was looking out for this little terror. I didn’t have time for him while searching for you.” He explains.
I smile and scoot closer to him, fitting myself in his lap. My stomach decides at that moment to announce its hunger, and I shake my head.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed and fed,” Chains says resignedly.
“Wait,” I tell him, as he’s about to get off the bed.
“What?” he queries, looking me over as though expecting something to be wrong.
“I’m okay, truly I am. I just want to tell you something.”
“Okay, little one.”
“I love it when you call me that.” I say, almost shyly, and he grins.
“Then I’ll be sure to say it more often.” Again, he tries to get off the bed, but I don’t let him.
He looks at me curiously, and I’m sure he thinks I must’ve banged my head harder than I had in the accident.
“I love you.” I tell him. There, I said it. Three little words that I had been wanting to say for the longest time, but never could get them past my lips.
There was a moment of silence where I thought if I had done the right thing. Maybe I could’ve waited before dropping that truth bomb on him. Especially with the blank expression he was still wearing.
His handsome face transforms into a wide grin, and without words, he scoops me up into his arms, falling back on the bed so that I was on top of him. I could feel every ridge and hard plain of his body, and it made me squirm, while my lady bits overheated, moistness sliding down my inner thighs.
Since his trip to Dallas, I’d taken to wearing his T-shirt to bed, but I may as well have been completely naked the way Chains was looking at me. His own eyes darken, and his hold tightens around my waist.
“I love you, little one. I never stopped.” He confesses as our lips come together in an intense kiss.
Ever since Caleb abducted me, I”ve yearned for the feeling of Chains” lips on mine, his body intertwined with mine. The feeling of euphoria at his words slides over me, and I want to squeal like a teenage girl who’s got her first boyfriend. But of course, I don’t; instead, I let him rip the ridiculous material off me, I”m lying there naked, waiting with bated breath for his next move. We tumble on the bed; finding myself underneath him again, hunger for food forgotten, as he slides his body down mine, his face right above my pussy. Without his eyes leaving mine, his tongue comes out, sliding through my folds from back to front, before circling my clit, and taking it into his mouth, sucking on it like it’s a hot summer’s day and I’m his favorite flavored ice cream.
Throwing my head back, I can’t help the deep moan that escapes my lips as he goes to work eating me out. It’s when he adds two fingers, sliding them inside me to his second knuckle, curling them into a come-hither motion as he licks and sucks my clit and pussy lips into his mouth, I finally detonate, for long seconds as he latches his lips around my clit as I slowly come down from my high.
“Delicious, baby. Nothing and no one tastes as good as you.” He growls, sliding back up my body and kissing me roughly, making sure I get the taste of me on his lips before getting rid of his boxer briefs, and sliding inside me. He groans and closes his eyes.
“You feel like home, little one. I’d live inside you if I could. Feeling you tighten around my cock is nothing short of magical.” Another groan leaves him, His eyes never leaving mine, as he fucks me like he owns me. And he does.
I wrap my legs around his waist, making him go deeper still, if that were at all possible. Lowering his head, he latches onto a hard nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and biting down on it, making me scream in complete ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises, letting go of my breast with a wet pop. “I want you to come again.” I shake my head.
“I can’t.” I cry.
“You can, and you will.” he tells me, thrusting ferociously while sliding a hand between us and playing my clit with his fingers like a musical instrument, until I detonate for the third time, and he follows seconds later, on a loud roar filling up my pussy with his hot, wet come.
Collapsing on top of me, I take comfort in his heavy weight, wrapping my arms around him as well as my legs, refusing to let him go.
Without words and with an ease that surprises me, he rolls off the bed, taking me with him, and carrying me to the bathroom where we take a shower together, washing each other as he takes me one last time before he returns us to the bedroom; he reverently places me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me as we both fall asleep.
***
I awaken abruptly, feeling something is amiss. As I look around the empty room, I feel disappointment curl in my belly when I realize I’m alone. I look at Chains” side of the bed, totally empty, and when I touch it, it’s cold.
I turn on my phone, which is charging on the nightstand, I’m shocked to realize that I have slept most of the day away. Well, I guess it was something I needed after being rescued earlier in the week, and going with little sleep since. Because every time I closed my eyes, Caleb’s face would taunt me.
I find Mr Boots sleeping on the end of my bed, and I smile, picking up the fluff ball even though he’s not happy about it. I know I can’t laze away in bed all day, but I spend the next few minutes cuddling with the kitten, trying to get a hold of the anger that threatens to overwhelm me, knowing that I’ve woken up alone again.
I scramble out of bed, and don a pair of jeans and a camel-colored sweater, slipping my feet into a pair of ankle boots, and running a quick brush through my hair, using the barest amount of eyeliner and a lip gloss just to make myself feel more human again.
Following the voices I hear downstairs; I find most of the women of the club congregating around the bar in the common room. When they see me, they smile and surround me, hugging me tightly.
“We’re so glad to have you back with us,” Sage says. “We were so worried about you.”
I look around. “Where is everyone?”
A look passes between the women, and it takes everything in me not to yell at them for trying to keep things from me.
“They went to the warehouse to get your dad,” Lexie replies.
I nod my head, but the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach won’t leave me alone. The thought that I’m to blame for Chains or any of his brothers getting hurt tears my heart out. Because I know Caleb had men stationed around the warehouse to watch over my father and whoever else he had held there.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood. My worry for Chains grew with each passing second, until Lexie held my hand and said,
“C”mon, I know you”re starving, let”s go whip up something for dinner.”
I smile gratefully at her; I know she was trying to take my mind of what was happening right now. I appreciate these women more than they could ever know.
Growing up, I wasn’t the popular girl at school and didn’t have many friends, until I started seeing the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, who rode a motorcycle, then every girl wanted to be my friend just so they could get close to Bodie.
Shaking my head to dislodge the unwelcome memories of a time long passed, I busied myself in the kitchen with the other ol’ ladies, and ignoring the sweet butts who were all giving me dark looks. Since I was to blame for their ringleader being kicked out of the club.
After making enough spaghetti and meatballs for everybody and then some, we ate until we couldn’t breathe. We then busied ourselves listening to music and playing cards, and trying not to think about what was happening with our men. I resisted the urge to assume the worst. If my father and Chains hadn’t survived, I would be a total wreck.