13 Grip
Grip
I bolted to my room the moment I saw Sassy walk back into the bar, shaking her head with her lips pressed into a thin line.
What the fuck was going on?
I was just grabbing a beer to take back to the room, and I told her that not five minutes ago when I sent her to Vike.
She hadn’t been back there long enough for her to calm the beast raging inside of Vike. And she damn well knew to wait for me. I didn’t even stop to ask her what happened.
Panic hit me the minute I shoved open the door and saw Ivy sitting on the bed.
My eyes immediately dropped down, taking in her ripped-open shirt. My stomach turned when I saw the bright red mark marring the pale skin of her right tit. The obvious teeth imprints were filled with drying blood.
She looked up at me, eyes nearly brimming with tears.
I always knew there was a monster inside of Viking, but I never thought he’d unleash it like this.
What the hell had I done?
I had been so wrapped up in our shipment getting jacked and then tryin’ to handle Vike spinning out of control that I’d forgotten about her.
And I’d left her to fend for herself.
This was why Vike never fucked without me there. It wasn’t just some kinda hot kink for us, it was a necessity. It was our bond, our link. My promise to always watch out for him and make sure he still got what he needed. And it was his way of showing that he trusted me above everyone else.
I didn’t want to think about how fucked this was. First, I’d taken Ivy without him there—drunk or not, it wasn’t an excuse. And now, he’d unleashed on her without waiting for me.
She’d been the one to pay the price. The sweet little lamb who’d come here looking for help. This was on me, but unlike most situations, I was pretty sure there was no makin’ this right.
Ivy cleared her throat, catching my attention.
“I’m fine. But I don’t think he is,” she said. I could hear her trying to make her voice strong, but it broke halfway through.
“I’m sorry,” I said, nearly failing at hold back my emotions. The fact that they were there was proof enough that I felt more for her than I should have. I sure as fuck couldn’t let her know that, though.
“Don’t be. I took it willingly. I just wanted to help.”
I stared at her for a long moment. I couldn’t understand her.
Why would she do that? What the hell had she been thinking?
I knew Vike hadn’t been kind. He didn’t have it in him on a normal day, but add this fucked up shit into the mix, and I knew he could barely control himself.
And barely might have been giving him too much credit.
Her gaze shifted to the side, and my eyes followed. The closed bathroom door taunted me. I wondered if it was doing the same to her.
“I…”
“Go to him,” she told me before I could find the words to say… whatever the fuck I was tryin’ to say.
My feet felt heavy as I made my way over to the door. I gripped the handle hard, prepared to rip the thing off to get inside the bathroom. But I was surprised when it turned with ease.
Viking stood in front of the sink, vacant eyes on his reflection in the mirror.
“Vike,” I called his name softly.
The life didn’t return to his eyes, but he spoke.
“I fucked up.” His voice was gravelly, like he’d been sucking in the desert dust all day.
“She says you didn’t,” I said, trying to joke and lighten the mood. I needed to pull him out of this so we could talk. The three of us. I wasn’t leaving until we were all on the same page about this situation.
His lids blinked before his eyes shifted to look at me in the reflection.
“There’s somethin’,” he said. I didn’t need more words from him to understand what he was sayin’.
He was right.
There was something about Ivy.
I didn’t think either of us expected it. We for damn sure didn’t see it comin’. Not from a girl like her. Not from a situation as fucked up as this. Yet, there it was… there she was.
Guilt swirled in his eyes. So did something else. My pulse kicked up, and I didn’t have the first fuckin’ clue why.
I told myself to push it down. To hide it away.
Because whatever was going on wasn’t something I could afford to let into my life. Vike, he deserved something good. Me, on the other hand, not so much.
I had to wonder if she was still here, sitting on the bed, even after he tore her apart, then maybe she was strong enough to handle him. She was just the thing I’d been waiting for all this time for him. Hoping for. Maybe even a part of me had been praying for it.
I didn’t know what to say back to him, so I simply nodded.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“Take care of her,” he said before dropping his head.
He was done talking, and now he was shutting me out.
I’d been around him enough to know better than to try to break through his barrier. He needed time, and I had to respect it, even if I hated it.
I sighed, wishing he could see that what happened wasn’t such a bad thing. Maybe, as insane as it sounded, Ivy would be the one to give Vike everything he needed. God fuckin’ knew I couldn’t do it all, though I wished I could.
I swallowed down the urge to stay and fix this. Then I turned and left him alone in the bathroom.
I knew she’d heard everything. One, this room wasn't very big. And two, I left the door open. She wouldn’t have even had to strain her ears.
I closed the door to the bathroom and looked down at her. She raised her gaze to meet mine. There was a sad light in her eyes.
“Is he okay?” she asked.
“He will be,” I replied with a long glance at the door. “You hungry?”
She nodded, and I told her to get changed. My stomach still churned at the sight of her ripped shirt. The thoughts I’d first had when I busted into the room were hard ones to shake. I stayed rooted in place with my eyes on her as she moved to get off the bed.
“You going to stay in here and watch me?” she asked with a small smirk aimed at me over her shoulder.
Little lamb was stronger than I’d given her credit for. She was clearly shaken by the whole thing, probably because sweet little thing like her had never imagined being fucked like that, but she was doing her best to hold herself together. If only I’d…
I shook my head. She assured me she was fine, and I had to believe what she was sayin’ was true. And if not, I had to hope that she’d work through it on her own.
It wasn’t like I knew how to help her even if she’d asked for it.
I didn’t do the chick shit. I grew up in fuckin’ foster care, never having a stable home because I was labeled a goddamn problem child.
The only meaningful relationship I’d ever had was with Viking, and that was strong simply because we’d survived the system together.
We didn’t do feelings. We didn’t do touchy-feely.
That kinda shit got you nowhere in this life.
“Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.” I smirked back at her, my eyes on her ass.
What a sweet ass, too. Man, just watching her bend over to remove her ruined leggings about did me in.
That glistening pussy was practically right in my face.
Fuck food. Fuck leaving this room. Fuck whatever the future held.
All I wanted to do was throw her down on that bed and show her just what she did to me.
My cock agreed, throbbing painfully in my jeans.
I groaned and tried to adjust myself so it wasn’t so painful.
“Something wrong?” she asked, a hint of seductress coming through in her damn tone. She knew what she was doing to me.
Yeah, maybe she wasn’t quite as innocent as she seemed.
Being a virgin didn’t mean shit. God only knew what else she’d done.
Her blowjob skills weren’t as great as some of the club bitches, but that wasn’t to say she hadn’t sucked a million guys off with those plump fucking lips of hers.
Or let men touch her just enough to make her come, but kept that pussy dangling just outside their reach.
Fuck!
Thinking of other men touching her made me see red.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I barked and stomped my way out of the room.
I slammed the door behind me so I wouldn’t have to see her anymore.
What the fuck?!
Why did it matter how many people had seen her naked before? What the fuck difference did it make if she took so many cocks down her throat that she held the world record for it?
It fuckin’ didn’t, that was for sure. She was nothing more than an obligation. Something the club had to handle, and I was simply the one assigned to the job.
Yeah fuckin’ right.
“You’re upset,” she stated boldly as she walked out of the room.
I paused, taking in her shirt and lack of bra.
Damn, she was going to kill me.
Or get my brothers killed because I knew they’d all be looking.
She wasn’t mine. It didn’t matter if they drooled all over her.
Yeah, keep telling your bitch-ass self that.
I zeroed in on her tits, and more importantly, the way her nipples seemed to grow hard under my gaze. That damn shirt didn’t do a thing to hide it.
“Shit day,” I mumbled as a lame excuse for my behavior.
“I think it’s more than that, but I won’t push,” she said softly.
All my anger seemed to fade away.
She didn’t deserve my shit mood.
“Let’s eat.” I walked off, not waiting for her to follow.
Whatever was going on with her, we needed to figure out another situation real fuckin’ fast.
I didn’t think I could take much more.
So I left her in the kitchen with a plate of leftovers and went to check in on Cougar, who was probably still diggin’ out asphalt and twigs out of his face from when his bike went sideways during the accident.
And the Prospect who was driving the van.
He probably had a broken arm and a nose that would never be straight again.
Hell, we were lucky there weren’t more injuries.
The only thing I needed to be focusing on was bringing the Serpent Crowns bitches down and making them pay for fuckin’ with us.
Definitely didn’t need to be distracted by some pussy. Not at a time like this.
Fuck, not ever.