Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
RYAN
I roll onto my back, my eyelids flutter open, and I stare at the ceiling. I’m sore, and Grover was right when he said that I would be sorer today than the other day. I am. Head to toe. Every muscle in my body aches.
I think about sitting up, but I don’t make it. There is an arm across my chest, fingers curled around my breast, and as I try to make a move, those fingers tighten. Grover grunts as he shifts closer to me. I can feel his body against my side, his hard length pressing against my hip.
Turning my head, I look over to him as he opens his eyes. “Mornin’, legs,” he murmurs.
“Morning,” I whisper.
“My cock wants to fuck you again, but my balls are empty,” he announces.
I almost burst out laughing at his words, but I don’t.
Instead, I wrap my fingers around said cock and gently hold him there.
He grunts, his eyes focused on mine. I don’t stroke him.
I just hold him and look into his face. I’ve never been one for morning sex.
I like to feel clean and fresh with brushed teeth and a shower, but this feels so different.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He arches a brow, no doubt surprised by my change in normal habit. He flexes his hips, his cock moving in my hand. “Ryan,” he rasps. “You have to hurt.”
I do.
But at the same time, I ache for him.
My pussy is sore but also pulses with the idea of his touch, of him moving inside of me. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel… dare I say… horny. I hate that word. But I don’t know how else to describe how I feel.
“I want you,” I say. It’s the truth, the honest-to-God fucking truth.
He pulls his hip back, causing my hand to drop his length, and before I realize what’s happening, he’s on top of me, between my thighs and inside of me. I lift my legs, wrap them around his waist, and he lets out a groan, sliding deeper inside of me.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine.
“I love the way you feel inside of me, Grover. Can you stay here forever?” I ask.
He chuckles, his mouth touching mine again before he speaks. “You got it, legs. Your cunt is my new home.”
And he makes himself comfortable.
He moves slowly, lazily, enjoying the morning and moment for what it is.
A sleepy morning-after-a-party moment. I can’t call it a fuck, because this falls more into the category of making love.
Wrapping my arms around him, squeezing my thighs tightly, I just accept the moment.
I accept him inside of me, welcoming the pain with each thrust of his hips.
For maybe the first time ever, we come together. It’s slow and sweet, nothing like the hard freight train-type orgasms of last night, but it’s amazing in its own way. It feels like something warm and comforting. It’s Sunday morning.
Grover buries his face in my neck, moaning when he does, his cock twitching inside of me. “Fuck,” he rasps against my throat. “I don’t know how I survived without you, Ryan.”
Sliding my nails up and down his back, I hum. “Me either,” I confess.
And it’s true. I don’t know how I lived each day without him the past six years. Then, the realization hits me. I wasn’t living. I was surviving. This right here, being in his arms, feeling him move inside of me, having his smiles, this is living.
He lifts his head, and his eyes search mine. “Let’s get dressed and go home to our boy. We’ll bring donuts.”
I let out a sigh at his words. “Grover,” I whisper. “I want to fuck you again.”
He chuckles. “Legs. My balls gotta have a minute to recoup from the orgasms. But soon, I’ll be inside of you again. Soon, you can ride me.”
“Ride you?” I ask.
He hums. “I want to play with your tits. I fucking love them, and I haven’t seen them nearly enough.”
I let out a laugh, the act causing his softened length to slip out of me, and I silently mourn the loss of him. Grover rolls onto his back, letting out a heavy sigh when he does. I roll toward him, wrap my arm around his middle, and rest my head on his chest.
“I know you’re still upset with me, but I have to say,” I begin, then tilt my head back to look up into his eyes, “I’m enjoying this part.”
“Me too, legs.”
A few minutes later, we’re in the shower together and Grover is showing me just how much he enjoys my breasts. Closing my eyes, I lean against the side of the shower as he sucks and licks my nipples and breasts.
“Grover, if you don’t want to do anything again, you’re really making it difficult for me to follow suit.”
He hums, my breast almost completely in his mouth as he does, then he releases me with a pop. “Does your pussy ache, Ryan?” Although his voice is sweet as honey, I know he’s trying to hold back a laugh.
“Yes,” I hiss as I press my thighs together.
“Good,” he states. “But I’m not fucking you until tonight. I want you to ache for me all day.”
I hate that.
I want instant gratification.
I want him inside of me right fucking now. I don’t tell him that, though. Instead, I allow him to suck, lick, and bite my breasts because I love the way it feels. I can live with the need for him to touch me the whole day. Because right now, this feels way too amazing to make him stop.
When we’re finished showering, I feel like I might actually explode. I want him so badly. I’m going to be achy for so many different reasons throughout the entire day. I don’t know how I’m going to concentrate on anything.
Putting my clothes from yesterday back on, I grab my phone and make sure to glance at the screen, looking for any missed notifications from Nash, but there’s nothing.
I can only assume that means everything is going well.
It’s not like Adam is a difficult kid. He probably watched some television, played with his cars, and went to bed.
“You ready, legs?”
I hum, shoving my phone in my back pocket before I search around for my keys.
Then I remember I left them in my car the night before.
I would worry about my car not being down in the parking lot, except nothing would happen to anything that I or any of the brothers own.
I know that my stuff is protected by the fact I’m with Atomic.
“I’m ready,” I reply.
He reaches out, grasps my hand in his, and together, we make our way down to the bar. My eyes widen at the sight that greets me. There are people everywhere. Not just one or two, but dozens of naked bodies draped over every surface, and also the floor.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it before, and I’ve been to a lot of these parties in my day. “Jesus,” Grover chuckles as he steps over a bare-breasted woman lying halfway on top of… Brew.
I’m unable to help myself. My gaze flicks down, and I see all of Brew on full display.
I bite the inside of my cheek, hiding my smile at his nakedness.
I’ve never seen him like this before. Brew has always done his own thing, and I don’t remember him being such a party animal.
This is a side to him I’ve never seen before… literally.
“Let’s get some donuts and coffee before heading home to our boy. I’ll follow you.”
ATOMIC
Opening the passenger side of the car door, I jerk my chin as a silent signal for Ryan to climb inside.
She hesitates, standing a few feet away, her phone in her grasp, her eyes finding mine, and she tilts her head to the side.
It’s clear that she is confused, so I wait for her to ask me whatever the fuck is on her mind.
“You aren’t going to ride your bike?” she asks.
I’m hungover as fuck. I could ride my bike, but I don’t feel like it, and I would probably puke somewhere along the way. I need some coffee and a plain cake donut to soak up all this fucking booze I consumed last night.
I don’t tell her any of that, though.
“We had a long night. Let me drive you,” I murmur in an attempt to sound chivalrous.
She accepts that answer and wordlessly climbs into the passenger seat.
Closing the door behind her, I turn and look down the side of the club’s property.
Something flashes out there. It could be a piece of glass in the sunshine, it could be fucking anything, but with that asshole and her sister here, I don’t want to ignore what feels like nothing but could be something.
“I’ll be right back,” I call out, tapping on the glass of the window, but I don’t look at her.
I move toward that item that shines in the sun again, my feet carrying me as quickly as possible. Although, considering I’m hungover as fuck, I don’t think I’m moving as fast as I think I am.
I see a dark-haired woman and shout out to her. She stops, her eyes wide as fuck, but I don’t recognize her at all. She’s too thin, gaunt really. There is bruising beneath her eyes. She looks like a fucking skeleton.
When I stop right in front of her, I realize who she is.
“Ellen?” I ask.
Goddamn, Ellen was beautiful when she came to the clubhouse for a party and stayed for five years as a clubwhore.
Ryan was always the sister I preferred and would be until my last breath, but that doesn’t mean Ellen wasn’t pretty.
She was. She was fun, too, until she became so lost in her addiction that she started to make really bad fucking choices.
“I just want to talk to my sister,” she whispers.
I can tell she’s attempting to appear weak, frail, and innocent. While she might be the first two, she is certainly not the last on that list.
“What the fuck are you doing hiding in the bushes?” I demand, ignoring her request to see her sister, or rather, her desire.
She won’t be seeing her sister. Not if I have anything to do with it. Ellen brushes the dirt and shit off her clothes as she stands in front of me, attempting to appear not strung the fuck out. She is.
“I need to talk to my sister.”
She could repeat that phrase over and over until she died, and I’d still never agree to her seeing her sister, let alone talking to her. Because Ellen knows exactly what to say to manipulate Ryan. She knows everything about her, and she knows how to get what she wants out of her.
“No, you don’t. Talk to me. What the fuck are you doing here, and where the fuck is that motherfucker?”
Her gaze narrows on me, then she smirks. “Why do you care? It’s not like you ever gave a shit about Ryan anyway. You just wanted someone warm in your bed when you felt like paying a visit.”
She’s not wrong.
That’s the exact attitude I had six years ago.
However, that is not the man I am today.
Seeing Ryan again, seeing her fucked up and knowing that if I had been man enough to truly claim her, not just in name, but in heart and fucking soul, it wouldn’t have ever happened in the first place has fucked me up.
“Why don’t you worry about your fucking self, Ellen? Where is he?” I demand.
“I don’t know,” she murmurs. “I came here to warn her.”
Leaning forward, I growl as I look into her unfocused eyes. “Bitch. You fucking sold your sister to him. Sold your fucking sister for dope. You are goddamn worthless.”
“Me?” she grinds out. “I’m the worthless one?”
“Yeah, a worthless cunt. Hell, couldn’t even give that snatch away at this point.”
That pisses her off. I may not have seen Ellen in six years, but I know that her only form of currency is what’s between her legs. It’s the way she’s always been, and she’s not going to live long enough to be any other way because this bitch is not leaving clubhouse property.
Reaching across the fence, I grab her by the shoulders, pick her up, and drag her across the fencing. She cries out, no doubt being hurt in some way, but I’m done with this conversation. I’m done with her.
I carry her toward the clubhouse while she screams and kicks, but everyone else around here is passed the fuck out.
I don’t take her around to the front of the clubhouse, careful to stay out of Ryan’s view, although I’m sure she knows exactly what the fuck is going on right now.
I’m not sure I care too much. I told her exactly what would happen to Ellen the moment I got my hands on her.
I take her into the back of the clubhouse, then move through the hall and toward the room where we keep people who are going to be questioned. Meaning the cement floor room with a drain.
Tossing her inside, I lock the door from the outside and go in search of a prospect to guard the place before I find King. I need to tell him what’s going on so I can take Ryan home to pack a bag and pick up Adam because I’m putting their asses on lockdown.
I’m done fucking around.
It’s time to make sure that my woman and kid are safe.
It’s time to neutralize the threats.
And I’m going to be the man who does it.