Chapter 30
Army
I look down at the woman sleeping in my arms. Leeva is pure perfection.
She fell asleep after we collapsed on the sofa, and I carried her up to what looked like the master suite. I laid her in the bed, fully intending to go tidy up the empty boxes from the groceries, but seeing her there, lying like an angel, I couldn’t resist crawling in with her.
Holding her tight in my arms, while I lie on my back with her draped over me, I have to take a moment to reassure myself that this is real.
I hate that Luthor Wentzell bought her this house. However, at the same time, I’m grateful for him saving Leeva when Guerilla tracked her down, and keeping her safe and cared for these past years.
I hadn’t known that Guerilla had almost found her, though I knew he was searching for her. He was a fucking lunatic when he discovered she had fled the hospital and was nowhere to be found.
Of course, the bastard wasn’t there when she really needed support after losing her child.
Not that I was upset that he didn’t show his face at the hospital because I would’ve pummeled him.
As it stood, when I had encountered Guerilla after everything happened, I did pummel him.
I would’ve killed him, too, if Zeus and Ash hadn’t pulled me off him.
Bane, Digits, and Pix had to lock me in the Cell as I raged at the injustice of not being able to see the life drain from his eyes.
After I calmed down, I found out that no one knew where Guerilla had gone. He had taken his beaten ass from the hospital, never to be heard from again.
Good fucking riddance.
However, unease slithers through me as I hold the greatest treasure in my arms. If he had tracked Leeva to New Orleans—when even Digits hadn’t found her—then he definitely had the ability to know she’s returned home.
And based on the insane look in his eyes when I beat the shit out of him, he wouldn’t let her go easily. Even if he was currently unaware that Leeva was here, I knew he’d come for her if word got out of her return.
Technically, the MC laws are in both of our favor. Leeva had been Guerilla’s old lady. However, she doesn’t wear his mark any longer, and there’s no evidence of it, which means she’s not forbidden to me.
But there’s no precedent for a case like this, and it will need to go to church for a vote. Normally, a decision like this would be the Council’s to make, but since I’m a Council member and this is a conflict of interest, it will go to a club vote.
Given what happened with Grinder, Razor would see this as an opportunity to punish me for being his son’s judge and executioner, even though it was my duty as the sergeant-at-arms. Thunder could also view this as a way to strike at Ash.
The old guard could brew mutiny in our ranks and try to sway the vote against me. And if Guerilla returns, attempting to reassert his claim over Leeva, it will only add fuel to the fire.
She stirs against me, pulling me out of my head, and I see that she’s awake and looking at me.
I shift us so we’re on our sides, lying face-to-face.
I drape my arm over her hip and circle my fingertips over the swell of her delicious ass.
The top portion of our bodies is uncovered by the blankets, and her eyes fall to my bicep and the Recon Jack tattoo.
“Why did you go into the Marines rather than the Army, like your grandfather?”
Either she recognizes the Recon Jack tattoo as one Marines get, or she’s kept tabs on me enough to know I enlisted in the Marines, not the Army.
“It was the path I needed at that time.” I don’t tell her that when I enlisted, I had a death wish.
She was gone, and I had played a part in her devastating pain.
I wanted the high-risk scenarios. The Army is a much larger branch of the military, and I could’ve ended up as a soldier in a non-combat role with a relatively low risk of danger.
With the Marines, they’re often the first in during conflicts or a crisis, and I wanted—or back then, needed—the direct combat and the risk that came with it.
But I don’t tell her that.
She studies my face, knowing I’m not divulging everything because she still knows me the best, even after over a decade of absence. However, she doesn’t push it.
I brush a lock of her dark hair off her cheek. “I like your hair down. I always did.”
A ponytail I didn’t mind, but I absolutely detested the tight buns she wore for ballet.
A flash of what looks like self-consciousness passes over her face. “No longer a dancer with a dancer’s body.”
I growl, pulling her closer. “These curves…” My hand caresses her hip and runs over her ass. “These tits…” I cup one, loving the weight of it and how it overfills my hand. “You’re a fucking wet dream, Leeva. And not just to me. Did you not notice the way people looked at you at Hedon?”
Her cheeks and chest flush crimson at the reminder of the sex club, and everything we’ve done there. At the reminder of everything we’re going to do there.
She bites her lip, looking at me.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Is…” She blows out a breath. “Is Hedon off the table now…” she trails off, looking unsure.
My cock, the greedy fucking bastard, jerks to life. “It’s not off the table, no. But there’s a condition.”
“What?”
“The same that I told you the last time we were there together: I won’t fuck or even play with you in front of others; no one gets to see you like that. But more importantly, there’ll be no other man or woman who touches or fucks you. And you won’t touch or fuck anyone else, either.”
Anger erupts on her face, and she sits up abruptly. “Yeah, fuck you. Thanks for the reminder.” She shoves away to get out of bed. “I’m such an idiot. How could I forget?”
She mumbles something about being shocked and bamboozled by my sudden presence at the house.
I catch her around the waist, then pin her to the bed with my body. Tears fill her eyes, but she looks away and fights to get me off her.
Then it clicks. I remember what she had seen and thought because of what Anais had said when she came out of my private room and met Leeva coming to see her masked man.
“I didn’t fuck Anais or touch her.”
Leeva’s eyes snap up to mine, searching, but then she shakes her head. “You’re a member of a sex club; of course, you fucked her…and probably every other woman in the place.”
I support my weight on my elbows so I’m not crushing her. “You also came to Hedon and took out a membership to a sex club.”
Her cheeks heat, and she looks away, muttering, “It was a trial membership.” When she turns her face back to me, she’s still angry. “And I only slept with one person: you.”
“And I’ll be the only one you sleep with. Is this going to be a problem?”
“What?” she snaps. “So you get to fuck whoever you want while I—”
I silence her with a kiss. She fights me, but I don’t relent until she’s pliant and breathless. “I haven’t been with anyone else since I saw you on Masked Night. Only you.”
She narrows her eyes. “Then what was that beautiful redhead doing coming out of the private room with you? She said—”
“She lied. She was jealous, knowing that I had been with you and only you.”
“So you have slept with her in the past?”
It might be too much information, but I err on the side of full disclosure.
Easing off Leeva, I sit up and tell her about how, after I found out she had become Guerilla’s old lady, Ash took me to a club similar to Hedon, and how I had met Anais and the role she’s played in my past. I don’t go into any details, but I’m straight and honest with her.
Her amber eyes are tear-filled when I’m finished, and I reassure her again that Anais has never been more than casual, meaningless sex.
“You lost your virginity because I became Guerilla’s old lady?”
I cup the back of my neck and huff out a half-laugh because, out of my whole confession, that’s what she focused on? But I see how that knowledge hurts her.
“We can’t rewrite history,” I repeat the words she told me earlier. “And I’ll never lie to you. Please believe me when I say nothing happened with Anais the other night, or any other time since I found you again on Masked Night.”
“I believe you,” she whispers.
I lean over and wipe the last tear off her cheek with my thumb. “Good girl.” She shivers, and I smile, pulling her into my lap. “You like the praise.”
She nods and ducks her head. I won’t let her hide from me, though, and I tilt her face back up to mine. “You also liked when I called you my good little cum slut.”
A blush creeps over her cheeks, and I revel in her innocence. Not to be put on a pedestal, but to still be worshipped, and for me to desecrate just the tiniest amount.
“Answer me.”
Her eyes pop wide at my dominating tone, and her blush deepens. “Yes, I liked that.”
“What else do you like or think you might like?”
She squirms, and I hide my smile, knowing it’s both because she’s embarrassed and getting turned on.
“There’s no shame,” I remind her. “What you want isn’t shameful.”
Lord knows I fought that thought and the persistent fantasies in my head about Leeva until I embraced my kinky, and some might say deviant, side. It’s certainly not vanilla, but it isn’t wrong.
“I like it when you command me.” She looks at me through thick, lowered lashes. “With sex, I mean. And I want to try being choked,” she adds in a rush, like she might not say the words if given too much time.
“You trust me”—my hand comes to her throat and wraps around it—“to try this with you?”
She wets her lips. “Yes.”
“Tell me what else.”
“Toys,” she says breathlessly. “I loved it when you tortured me with pleasure using the vibrator the first night.”
I’m rock-hard remembering everything I’ve done to her. “We still have a date with the Sybian Saddle.”
Her face falls. “But what if Hedon is too risky for us to be seen together… I can’t put you at risk, Hayes.”
“We’ll wear masks.”
Keeping her all to myself and hidden away from the world suits me just fine, at least in the short-term until I figure shit out.
But the idea of taking her to Hedon and helping her explore this side of herself is too much to ignore.
Of course, we don’t need a sex club to explore her hedonistic desires, but it definitely adds a unique flavor to it.
“No one will know it’s you,” I reassure.
She nods, but still looks fearful. I don’t want her worried, so I distract her. “We already know that you like me coming all over you.”
Her nostrils flare. “You really are a walking red flag, Hayes, since you admitted to breaking into my hotel and—”
I nip her lip. “All you see is green, though, isn’t it, siren?”
She groans and closes her eyes, then nods. “I’m so fucked.”
“You’re definitely are.”
I roll us so she’s beneath me again, and I’m notched at her entrance. I desperately want to sink into her bare, but I keep control and don’t even ask her to consider it right now. We need to have that conversation when we’re both lust-sober.
Instead, I broach a new topic for her to consider if she’s into it or wants to try. “Free use,” I ask and wait for her reaction. I had already mentioned it in the kitchen, but we both had been distracted.
Her cheeks turn that beautiful pink again, and she says, almost shyly, “It’s one kink that I’ve researched online.”
Fuck yes.
I haven’t actually done this with anyone, but with Leeva, I desperately want to.
“So”—I cock an eyebrow—“since you know what it is, you understand it’s where one partner has unrestricted sexual access to the other with consent being given in advance. Who do you envision being the partner who has unrestricted sexual access?”
She giggles, blushing deeply, and my heart goes wild. For years, it’s felt like a lump inside my chest, but now it’s fucking singing. “You, obviously. Unless…” She gets an impish gleam in her eyes. “You secretly have a fetish of being dominated or to be my fucktoy.”
“Oh, I’ll be your fucktoy, siren.” My cock pulses and throbs. However, I don’t have any condoms up here, and I’m not willing to leave her to get one from my jeans downstairs. “But that snarky comment earned you a punishment.”
Her beautiful amber eyes are bright. “What do you have in mind?”
“Oral.”
It was fucking heaven when I ate her out before.
“I don’t see how that’s a punishment,” she taunts.
I crawl up her body, slow and lethal, like a wolf stalking its prey right before it attacks. Straddling her chest, I fist my cock, angling it for her, and with my other hand, I cup the back of her head and bring her mouth to my dick.
She’s wholly and completely at my mercy. I’m larger and stronger, not to mention I’m pinning her to the mattress and controlling her head. But she doesn’t safe-word or even look concerned.
She opens her mouth, and I press into her, staring in fascination as the reality of her full, pouty lips wrapping around my cock is so much better than the fantasy. So much fucking better.
I groan and buck into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and she gags beautifully. So, I do it again.
I stare down at her while she stares up at me, our eyes locked, neither of us willing or able to look away as I take my pleasure using her mouth.
Her saliva runs down my balls as she gags again when I force my length further down into her throat.
But she doesn’t struggle or try to pull away; she’s digging her nails into my ass, keeping me lodged inside her mouth.
The fact that she’s just as into this as me, and that she trusts me to explore this side of her, makes me dizzy, and my balls pull tight.
Love—intense and complete—fills me and heals the broken parts of my soul that had been fading and dying since I lost her; not just since the day she ran, but before that when she had come back to the clubhouse with Guerilla’s mark tattooed on her neck.
“I love you, Leeva.”
Her love for me shines in her lust-drunk eyes, and my orgasm side tackles me out of nowhere.
My cock contracts and pulses as I come down her throat, remembering at the last second how much we both love her covered in my cum.
I pull out of her mouth as she gasps for breath, then moans, deep and needy, as I spurt the last of my cum onto her chin and neck.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl. Then descend like a madman to attack her pussy.
She’s soaked, and her clit is swollen and pulses as I suck it. When I assault her G-spot and continue to suck her clit, she comes, and her screams of my name fill the bedroom. She jerks and squirms as I continue to lick and worship her through her release.
After the last aftershock has subsided, I lie beside her and take her in my arms. Lying face-to-face with her, I rub my cum into her skin.
Her eyes gleam. “A giant walking red flag.”
“And you love me.”
Her face softens and glows. “I do. I really, truly, deeply do.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “Me, too, little dove. Me, too.”