Chapter Thirty-Four
Two days it took for me to get home from the hospital, and Glory never left my side. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. They didn’t want her to stay, but fuck me, it was everything to me that she steadfastly refused to go.
She helped me into the living room, not that I really needed it, but I liked having her holding me like that.
Did that make me a dickhead? I wasn’t sure, but she was taking such good care of me, and it was things like that that really showed me her love.
Sure, we’d only had sex once, but it was okay, because what we had was deeper than sex.
It was deeper than love. It was pure connection, on a soul-deep level.
“I’ll make a cuppa, then we can watch something? Or do you need to sleep some more?”
I groaned, trying to straighten the pillow behind my back, and realising movement hurt enough that I probably did need her help after all.
She leaned forward and rearranged it, while I stared straight at her beautiful breasts, since they were close enough to kiss, or nibble.
I pressed my face against them, and she burst out laughing, slapping the back of my head as she moved.
“Typical. Playing on my emotions just to get a chance to touch my boobs. Men!”
I grinned at her, loving her playfulness, something that had been slowly returning since she came home to me.
“Have you seen them? They’re pretty epic boobs. Want me to stick my face between them? I’ve never motorboated them before.”
She tutted at me, heading to the kitchen without responding, while I dug out my phone and nosed through the messages from the guys.
The ones who hadn’t been back to the hospital had checked in via messages, or called.
I thought I only got on with a handful of them, but I was starting to realise that there was a deeper sense of family there than I’d realised.
Or maybe things like club on club clashes were building a tighter brotherhood.
Even Grimm had checked in.
Grimm: Heard you took a beating, man. Hope you’re doing okay. Bring your girl to the club for a free night, on me.
Such a great guy. I had no idea if he’d heard from Micro yet, but so much had been happening that I figured I’d know when I knew.
A text from the Pres popped in while I was still staring at my phone.
Micro: Glad you’re home, brother. Rest up, and we’ll get you patched in when you’re capable.
Patched in. At fucking last. I couldn’t wait. I was half tempted to message him back and say now. Let’s do it right now.
“Here we go, tea, biscuits, and oh… I should make you some lunch, it’s almost that time.”
“Glory, sit with me, sweetheart. I’m all good. Or I will be once you’re right here.” I patted the seat beside me, reaching for her with an arm that ached a little less than it did yesterday.
She eased down onto the seat beside me, and waved the pack of chocolate digestives at me.
“Nah, I’m good, thanks. Hey, Micro wants to patch me in as soon as I’m up and about.”
“That’s good, right? That’s what you wanted this whole time?”
“You’re what I wanted. What I’ll always want.” Whoa, guess I was feeling intense now I had her beside me. Way to come on strong, right?
“You have me. So, how does the patching in thing work?”
“They could do an old lady ceremony too. I mean, if you want to be mine.”
Okay, that’s like proposing during sex, what the fuck.
I did want that, of course I did, but why was I just coming out with that shit on the spur of the moment?
She’d say no. Of course she’d say no. There’d been no prior discussion about this at all, and now I was just springing it on her after so little time?
“Okay.”
“What? Just okay?”
She giggled. “Okay please? Come on, Henley, I’m sure you could use that talented mouth to convince me…”
“Seriously, sweetheart, are you telling me that you want to be my old lady? Getting ink and all that?”
She sobered a little at the mention of the tattoo, but nodded.
“I didn’t wait this long to be yours just to start dithering now. You said you want me, and I definitely want you, so once we both have ink calling us each other’s, you can’t leg it on me.”
I grabbed her face gently with one hand, leaning closer.
“Leg it on you? I’d never fucking go anywhere. We waited too long for this. For us. So, as I said, you’ll be my old lady.” Oh wow, look at me now, just making declarations like I’m the boss of her.
She passed me my tea, sitting back against the sofa with me.
“It’ll be nice to have a tattoo again, my first ink in years.”
“He made you remove them,” I said, without making it a question, because we both knew it fucking wasn’t.
“Yeah, but he’s dead and in bits now, so who won really?”
That’s my fucking girl. “He’s worm food, babe. It’s party time for all the little worms.”
She loved it when I hit her with Red Dwarf quotes. See? There’s that little giggle.
“Did Harley mention that he’s got your motorbike in for repairs? Apparently they acquired a lot of parts the other night,” Glory said with a cute little smirk.
“Yeah, not that any of those fuckers had a ride that sweet, but yeah, they took all their rides, and any supplies they could pack into the vans. Apparently the Bennetts know a guy who likes melting guns down and making knives with them, so I think we know where those went too.”
My phone buzzed again, and I glanced down at it.
Harley: Your ride’s coming along, but I need to close up early to go deal with Stag. Fucker got arrested.
What the hell? “Stag got arrested apparently. Wonder what the hell he’s up to.”
“Knowing him, he was being inappropriate with a woman. That man has problems.”
Me: Arrested? What the hell for?
I set the phone down, and sipped my tea, giving in and snagging a biscuit to dunk after all.
“I don’t think he’s a bad person, I just think he’s lonely, and I can relate to that.”
“Loneliness isn’t an excuse for predatory behaviour, Henley. Maybe this’ll knock some sense into him.”
Harley: Stalking, if you can believe that. Actually, I can. Stupid bastard. I’ll check in later.
Holy shit. “Stalking. He stalked someone? What the fuck.”
Glory shrugged a shoulder. “Colour me so not surprised.”
It took another two days for me to be mobile, even with twinges of pain in my back where the stab-wound was healing, and various aches and pains.
The patch party would take place tomorrow, and I couldn’t fucking wait, and since we couldn’t really do it at the partially built clubhouse, Grimm was hosting us at his club, and delaying opening time for an hour for us.
It was pretty fucking decent of him, but obviously he knew we’d stick around and party anyway.
“Glory?” I had no idea where she was, but I figured I’d check the usual suspects first. The man cave, or panic room, as she called it, nope. The garage, and her new favourite place to sit and work, nope. Same with the kitchen, living room, and even my office. That just left upstairs.
We’d been sleeping downstairs in the man cave, because it was starting to help with the nightmares, but I made my way upstairs to see if she was tidying or something. It so wasn’t her job, but she was stubborn that way.
“Glory?”
“In here.”
My room? I shrugged and headed for my bedroom, our room, really, and there she was.
She was on the bed, and she was naked. Completely fucking naked.
“Sweetheart?” Was that enough to have my cock on alert? Damn right.
She smiled, sliding her fingers over her pert breasts, and down her stomach.
“You need something?”
She sucked her bottom lip and nodded.
“You gonna tell me what that is?”
She slid her fingers down to that sweet spot between her legs, teasing both of us by not going there, just hinting around it.
“You can’t guess?”
“Glory, if you’re horny, I have the perfect remedy for that.”
She rolled on her side, propping her head up on her elbow.
“Yes… you really do. Are you going to make me beg for it?”
Was I? Fuck no, I was already stripping off, wincing as I moved too fast, and my ribs protested, echoed by my back, which just had to chime in too.
She sat up, a worried look on her face.
“Is it too soon?”
I kicked off my boxers and advanced on her, guiding her onto her back as my lips touched hers. A kiss, a nibble, sucking her tongue into my mouth.
“Too,” kiss, “soon?”
Was she kidding me? “Too,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “soon?”
“I want you, Henley.”
“You’re getting me, Glory. You’re getting all of me.
” This time there wasn’t humour, or awkwardness.
This time it was about feeling the things we were supposed to feel, as lovers, as partners, as a couple.
I wasn’t just her bestie now, I was her man.
I was the man she chose to make love to her, to touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
All the versions of everything, because she’d chosen me.
Glory
We’d waited too long to be together again, and I knew some of that was my fault, because we’d had to deal with my issues, and the nightmares and all the trouble I’d caused, and then he was attacked, but now we were both mostly physically fit, and both horny, and it was time.
“Why now?” Henley breathed against my throat as his fingers slid all over my skin, like he was trying to touch every part of me all at once.
“Because we both want to,” I replied, sliding my hands over his firm ass and squeezing his cheeks.
He chuckled against my throat, lifting his head to gaze into my eyes.
“Someone’s getting handsy.”
“Someone has a very fine ass.”
He shook his head, lowering it just enough to brush his lips against mine.
“If we’re talking fine asses, we have to discuss this one.” His hands slipped beneath me, gripping my butt firmly, and I giggled as it pressed me tighter against him, that hard cock of his pressed between us, but not inside me yet. Why wasn’t it inside me yet?
“If you stop wasting time right now, maybe I’ll let you have that ‘fine ass’ sometime.”
His breath caught and he raised his eyebrows.
“Wait. You’re into that?”
I shrugged. I’d never tried it, because I’d never trusted a man enough, but if anyone could be decent enough to do it right and make it feel good, it’d be him.
“Maybe, with you. I don’t know.”
Henley chuckled again, his fingers tightening over my ass, as his forefingers slid between my cheeks.
“Whoa. We’d have a first together. I’ve never done that either. I mean, I don’t exactly date much anyway.”
Had he waited for me? Was that what he was hinting at, but not admitting to? I wasn’t about to ask, but I took solace in the fact that he hadn’t been running around plundering everyone while I was gone. That was probably selfish, but it mattered to me.
“Glory?”
I lifted my hips against him again as he teased me back there again.
“Yes?”
“I need to taste you again.”
Well, who am I to argue?
It was no longer strange for him to be touching me this way, no longer feeling like we’d stepped across a line we could no longer retreat behind. This was the right side of that line. Him and me. Us. Together at last.
He pressed my legs apart, a low rumble of pleasure leaving his chest as he buried his face between them, his nose, lips and tongue all taking a turn to tease and taste me.
He used his thumbs to hold me open for the delicious assault of his mouth against my tender, burning flesh, and I couldn’t stay still.
How do you stay still when someone’s sending ripples of delight tingling through your body?
My fingers fisted in his hair, and that brought me another spine-tingling rumble of pleasure from him, a low growl, something that tingled me physically as well as metaphorically.
He licked and sucked at my clit while I squirmed against his face, riding him for my pleasure, for more friction and sensation, for more firm pressure where I needed it.
“Oh god… oh god!”
He chuckled as he licked me through the waves of orgasmic pleasure, and then rose up above me, his cock dragging back and forth against my clit as tingles of aftershocks rippled their way along my limbs, and I whimpered, dragging him to me with the fingers still tangled in his long hair.
“Damn, girl. You want to leave some of that on my head?”
I giggled breathlessly, pulling his face to mine so we could kiss again, the salty sweet tang of my pussy getting shared with me as he took control, looping a hand around the back of my neck, pinning us together.
His cock suddenly plunged deep inside me, stretching and filling me in one glorious surge. He seemed to freeze as he filled me, lifting his head to stare into my eyes.
“So perfect, you’re so fucking perfect.”
His lips took mine again, and I relaxed in his arms, knowing I was safe and loved, and always would be. He’d never hurt me. He’d always protect me. He’d always love me.
Nothing had ever felt this perfect in my life, he truly belonged with me this way, and maybe that’s why we’d found each other as friends first. We were made for each other. Meant to be.
“God yes, Henley, harder, oh god.”
He gave me everything I demanded, everything I begged for, everything I needed, and I tried my best to keep up with him, to give back with every thrust of my own hips against his, with every move of my body, my moans and gasps fuelling him as they did me.
Our breathing grew more and more ragged and strained as we rode each other, pleasure building and crashing over us in waves as we both reached our peaks, and we finally sagged into the bed together, spent and happy after we’d claimed each other.
Maybe my next words shouldn’t have slipped out, but I couldn’t help it. Nor could I take them back.