Fifty-Nine
H e wasn’t kidding. He pressed down on my hands, effectively trapping me beneath him, and without my hands on his ass, which must have been slowing him down, he started fucking me… yeah, like he said it… like a man possessed.
It was amazing, because every crash of him inside me and against me felt like a gift, or a reward, or something… it was Has-Been, and after everything we’d been through, it was finally just the two of us. His eyes were on mine as he rode me the way I’d wanted him to, pretty much since that first day I laid eyes on him.
It was exactly how I’d imagined, only more so, in every possible way. I felt like I was in one of those videos with him, taking his cock like one of those other women he’d been with. This wasn’t about them though. It was about us, only us. Our bodies were sweaty, and hot, and I was building up to an orgasm that was going to leave me practically comatose. I could feel it, the way it was going to consume me completely, and I couldn’t wait, didn’t fight it…
“You’re close… I can feel it,” Has whispered as he pressed his lips against mine. “Let go, babe. I wanna feel it when you crash over the edge. I wanna feel you choking my dick with that sweet pussy of yours.”
Words did what our bodies had been building us up to, pushing me into that crashing wave of almost agonised pleasure, my body contorting in response to the rush of warmth and delicious tension. Has ground his hips against mine, and then he was groaning in that low sexy way of his, he’d come almost at the same time as me, and wasn’t that the way it should be? Wasn’t it more perfect that way?
“Fucking hell…” Has kissed me again, as he stayed deep inside me, but I could almost feel him sagging with exhaustion. “I couldn’t love you any fucking more than I do, babe.”
I sighed with pleasure and sated weariness, smiling at him as he carefully rolled onto his side, dragging me with him, so our bodies were still connected.
“I didn’t know I could feel this way, Has. I can’t be away from you now.”
He pressed his forehead against mine.
“Good, because you won’t be. I can’t let you go, babe. I can’t go back to being the guy I was before we met. He wasn’t a whole person, but I didn’t really realise that until now.”
We both drifted off to sleep, our bodies still connected so intimately, and our sweat cooling on our skin.
W hen I woke up the next morning, I was covered up, and Has wasn’t beside me. I lifted my head in a panic, wondering what had taken him away from me this time.
“It’s okay, babe. I was just getting coffee.” He climbed back into bed beside me, and waited until I sat up before he passed me one of the mugs.
“So uh… we kinda lost all of yesterday with our time with Lissa, and the thing with Micro, and whatever, but I had a text from Reacher to say the police are pushing for an interview with you, so I don’t think we can dodge it any longer, babe.”
Oh god. They’d want me to talk about everything, and I was so ready to put it behind me.
“Do I have to? I mean, I can’t really tell them anything about him, can I?”
Has idly reached up to his head, like he used to when he had his dreads, and suddenly paused, when he realised he couldn’t mess with them anymore. They were sensitive if they were pulled, but he sometimes fussed with them when he was deep in thought.
“Jesus. This is taking some getting used to.”
“Will you have it done again when your hair grows back?”
He shrugged. “It’d take years to get to that length again, so I dunno. I had them because it made me feel like a different person, but I guess I am different now, right? Hey, maybe I should get a head tat like Torch.”
His face was suddenly so sad, and I knew exactly what it was. It hit him at odd times, the fact that Torch was still in the hospital after that bastard stabbed him.
“Do we know how he’s doing?”
Has scrubbed his hand over his slightly stubbly scalp, finally lifting his shoulders.
“Last I heard, he was still in intensive care, and they’re only letting one of us wait with him. I really want to see him, but uh-”
“But my being kidnapped, and then a basket case, meant you were stuck here instead.”
“God no, that’s not what I’m saying! The truth is I don’t know if I can… if I can go back there. I’m such a pussy, but it was…” He made a frustrated sound, almost a growl. “After the flashback I had at the place, I just fucking can’t make myself go. You were right, I need so much fucking help.”
Has-Been
T his wasn’t the conversation I wanted to have right now. Show my girl more weakness, right when I should be being as strong as possible for her? Yeah, great idea.
“We could go together,” she suggested, like the fucking sweetheart she truly was.
“You’re most at risk if we leave this place, babe. Nah… let’s get this asshole found, so we can get back to living. Torch will understand. The sooner we find this fucker, the sooner he can get his retribution.”
Elise nodded, staring down at her coffee.
“What should I tell the police, Has? Should I mention the fact that it’s a club member? Mention the attacks on you, and Torch, and the possible connection to the other murders? I mean, that’s just going to put a spotlight on the club, and I don’t think we need that right now.”
Fuck, she was right. We met with Reacher and Stitch half an hour later in Reacher’s office, to work out what the fuck she could tell the cops, because something needed to be said, but it wasn’t necessarily a good idea to implicate anyone from the club. Not only for the reason she said, but also because we wanted to take our own justice when we found him. If the cops knew to start looking within the club, we’d probably lose that chance.
“You have to describe him as well as you can, and be honest about not recognising his voice or anything about him. The helmet might make them suspicious of bikers, but I don’t know a way around that. On the offchance that they do find this bastard through their own investigation, I don’t want us giving false information that affects their investigation, in case it means he gets a chance to hurt someone else.”
“It’s risky, but Reacher’s right. I don’t like you having to hold back anything, but we need to do this internally, and there’s no way we want the cops that deeply involved in the club and our dealings.”
Stitch looked about as pissed as I felt, for putting our girl in this position. I wasn’t sure that there was any alternative though.
“Have Tesio and Ice made any headway?”
They both shook their heads.
“They’re working on it, but they’ve been experiencing some issues, it seems that someone’s been trying to hack our systems again, and they’ve been working on prevention, so that’s slowing them down.”
“And the list of people you called? Any luck whittling that down? Did you cross ref it with the guys who have uh… tats in that area?”
Reacher glared at me, leaning both elbows on his desk.
“Does it look like I’m an idiot? Of course, that’s what I did, and you know what I came up with? Nobody. So now we’re working on the assumption that this isn’t one of the guys we know of with tats there. That opens up the list again, because I called eleven of our boys that day, and I could only rule out one of them.”
It was pure insanity. It wasn’t a huge club, there were maybe only thirty members in total, and some didn’t live onsite, and I had a feeling they weren’t the issue. It was someone who lived here, I was certain of it, but that was only a handful of members, and all of them were guys I’d known a long time. How could one of them be this monster?
“So what’s the plan, Pres?”
He sat back again, glancing in Stitch’s direction before he answered.
“You two are going to meet with the police, and give them the info we just discussed, and other than that, you’re on lockdown, specifically in Elise’s room. You don’t come out unless we’re with you. That’s the only way we can ensure Elise is safe at all times.”
Fuck me. It was house arrest, and it wasn’t going to resolve the situation.
“And who’s gonna be on watch? Was Micro even okay after the thing with the tray?”
Stitch smirked, looking more like the guy he used to be before the scare with his health and all of this shit, just for a moment.
“Whining like a little bitch, but apparently he only has very mild contact burns on his palms. He’s probably chafed them worse than that on his dick.”
Elise giggled, and Stitch facepalmed.
“I didn’t mean to say that in front of you, sweets.”
She didn’t seem to give a crap, and why would she? If she was going to live here among all of us assholes, she was going to hear worse.
“Whatever. Can we go and get this police thing done, so I can get back to my room? I feel safer there right now.”
My lady had spoken, so yeah, we got the fuck out of there, with Stitch following the van we were in, on his bike. He looked like he was in fucking heaven being back on his ride, and I completely understood, after not being able to ride for a few days after my accident. As bikers, being on our fucking bikes, out there on the road, well, it was what we were fucking made for.
The visit with the police was pretty short, once they realised that Elise hadn’t seen much and couldn’t tell them much. They were still pissy about losing access to any ‘trace evidence’, but that was before we handed them the few items of clothing Elise had worn. Obviously what that bastard had left in her hair was gone, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something on her clothes for them to find.
We were on our way back home within the hour, and made it back without incident. Well, until we reached the clubhouse, anyway.
“I’m saying that it’s all fucking gone!”
Ice was at the doorway of Reacher’s office, and he was losing his shit.
“It can’t be, how the fuck is that even possible?”
Tesio appeared from the stairs and rushed past us to join them.
“Everything was wiped, Pres, there’s not a fucking scrap of data left.”
Reacher threw something big, and it hit the wall hard. Stitch shoved past us and ran in that direction, barking at us to get to our room and lock ourselves in.
“It sounds bad, right?”
“It is bad. Look at my palms, man.” We both turned to see a morose Micro standing there, holding up his hands. They were peeling, almost like if he had a bad sunburn, but on his palms like he said.
“Ouch. No jerking off for a while then, eh?” He cursed me, and leaned around us to see what was going on, just as Reacher’s door slammed closed on the argument.
“Sounds like the shit hitting the fan again. Does it ever fucking stop?”
Elise moved toward the stairs, and we both watched her as I answered Micro.
“I have no fucking idea. We just got back though, so yeah, we’re out of the loop.”
“Been anywhere nice?”
Elise made a huffy sound and started walking up the stairs, so I started heading after her.
“Police, dickhead. Not exactly a social call, right?”
“Police?”
I rolled my eyes, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
“They wanted to question Elise about her kidnapping, remember? She had to give a description and that.”
Micro frowned. “She get a good look at the guy? Needs his ass kicking, if you ask me.”
“No, except for ink on his dick, but, Jesus. Forget I said anything, this is all useless anyway.”
Micro had winced at my words, covering his junk with his injured hands.
“What kind of psycho lets a needle near his dick?”
What kind indeed. I walked away from him, because Elise was already out of sight, and it felt so wrong that I had to find her, and preferably handcuff her to me, so she couldn’t get away again.
She was at her door, unlocking it, with a grim look on her face.
“Babe?”
She let herself inside, and stood in the middle of the room, with her arms around herself.
“Are you okay?”
She shrugged without unfolding herself from that vulnerable pose.
“Talk to me.” I lifted her chin with my finger, and she shuddered.
“It’s nothing. I’m just being silly.”
“About?”
She checked I’d locked the door, and breathed slowly for a moment, composing herself.
“It’s just… he gives me the creeps , that’s all.”