Chapter Thirty-Seven
Iknew it was too fucking soon for this shit, but she wanted to try, and I wanted her to get to do the things she wanted to do as soon as she wanted to.
That fucker she married had been taking everything from her, and I’d never do that.
My job was to give her everything she fucking wanted or needed for the rest of my life.
That said, I was halfway across the room with her in my arms, and concerned old ladies and their trainers watching us, and that’s when Glory spoke again, her voice firm once more.
“No!”
I froze mid-step, frowning down at her in my arms.
“Glory? No what?”
She wriggled in my arms, so I reluctantly lowered her down to stand on her own two feet, and she seemed to transform in front of me. Gone was the cowering and the fear, and instead there was steel in her spine, and fierce determination on her face.
“I want to do it.”
“Do what?” I watched as she marched around me and right up to that guy who’d been trying to attack her.
I didn’t have Harley and Rocket here right now to hold me back, which I’d needed the moment we watched him advancing on her from the viewing screens, so I couldn’t just let it happen.
Could I? Was I doing the opposite of empowering her if I did that? What the fuck was I supposed to do?
My fists clenched as I forced myself to hold back and give her this moment, my breaths practically burning my throat as I tried to calm them. This was for her to achieve on her own, but I wasn’t going any further away than this.
“Love, are you sure? No shame if you wanna take a break. Lenore wasn’t kidding. This happens a lot.”
Glory jabbed the big guy in the chest with her finger and he snorted, rubbing the area after she stepped back.
“I want to do it right fucking now. Come at me if you think you’re tough enough.”
Was it meant to be so fucking hot? Was I about to embarrass myself in a room full of old ladies? Speaking of, I found my attempt to approach the front of the room suddenly hampered by said old ladies as they amassed around me, with V even looping her arm through mine and holding on tight.
“The fuck?”
“Holding you to ransom, big fella. You want to get free, you’ll have to go through us, or you can just let your woman do her thing,” the other Pres’ old lady said firmly, giving me a sharp enough glare that I let them hold me back.
I could have escaped easily… I think… but I chose to let Glory try, while I tried not to touch any of these women whose men would break my fingers for doing it.
I hoped Rocket saw that V grabbed me, and not the other way around.
“If you’re ready, love, I’m gonna come at ya. I’m a nice guy, remember. Definitely not going to hurt you, so I don’t need to lose my balls or something.”
Glory tossed her hair back and glared right back at him.
“Stop pussyfooting around and do it already.”
Fuck me, don’t get a boner so close to other old ladies. Don’t do it. Think of non-sexy things. Micro. Rocket. Harley. Yep, that’s working. Stag. Oh, definitely doing it. He’s gone.
I watched helplessly as the big guy lunged at Glory, and this time she didn’t flinch, didn’t cower, she moved into his grasp, taking the fight to him, and a swift knee aimed at his groin, which he only just managed to dodge, was only the first step in her attack.
An elbow slammed against his chest and then she punched up under his chin.
“Fuck!”
“Aw Tone, did you just get your butt kicked by that sweet little lady there?” His mate asked, roaring with laughter as the guy staggered and grabbed his face.
“Bit my fucking tongue,” he gritted out, but then he nodded at Glory. “Nice moves, love. Remember those, because that fucking hurt.”
“Annnnd… scene. We’re done for today, ladies. I hope you picked up some useful tips. Feel free to make your men take a few hits while you practice, and we can do this again next week.”
The big guys all looked at each other and grumbled, but I actually appreciated them stepping up and letting women tackle them in the name of learning to stay safe.
It sucked ass that women had to do so much just to be safe walking down a fucking street, but until people taught their sons to not be predatory fuckers, it probably wouldn’t change.
“I did it!” Glory flew into my arms, barely missing the old ladies as they scattered like skittles.
“You did it!” I confirmed, swinging her around in my arms. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Glory.
You rattled his cage, I mean, he’s bleeding.
” She gasped, sliding from my arms to follow my gaze, and just like I said, the guy was wiping blood from his lips.
He grinned when he saw her watching, offering a mock salute as he left the room.
“They’re not so scary now,” Glory said as she wrapped her arms around me again.
She was right. It wasn’t that they were any less deadly, but at least I’d seen proof that they weren’t just thugs and criminals.
Bad guys didn’t offer themselves up to help women learn to defend themselves.
Bad guys didn’t risk getting punched in the crotch, or having a tooth broken.
Bad guys didn’t cheer them on for succeeding.
I still wasn’t sold on their bosses, but I was starting to like some of these guys.
Glory didn’t have a nightmare that night, and while I was pretty sure it didn’t mean they were gone for good, it was nice to sleep through to the next morning, wrapped in each other’s arms in our little man cave bedroom.
“Hey,” she murmured, lifting her head to see my eyes wide open, “been awake long?”
“Need to pee,” I told her, wondering why the fuck I even voiced that thought to her. That’s sexy, right? I need to pee.
Glory giggled, booping my nose adorably.
“Maybe it’s time we try sleeping upstairs again. The bathroom’s way too far away.”
I shrugged. “I could just stick a bucket in the corner for emergencies.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, and fuck me, don’t get me horny when I need to pee. I don’t want to be pissing on the damn ceiling.
“I am not urinating in a bucket, Henley!”
Fair. “Okay, but let’s have this extremely sexy conversation upstairs, yeah? I can use the main bathroom if you want the one in our room.”
We slid out of bed, and made our way up the stairs.
“That is our room,” Glory said as she stepped through the door with me, “not downstairs. I’m done letting him win. We’ll sleep in the bed we’re supposed to be sleeping in from now on.”
“Yes, mistress,” I joked, dodging her as she tried to flick me, taking a route past the coffee machine, to set it grinding.
“I want to spend more time with the club too,” she said as we headed up the stairs.
“Good, because we’re getting together at Grimm’s again tonight. I mean, Stag has his community service again tonight, but that’ll teach him to be a creep, right?”
She shuddered, and I wasn’t surprised because she really hadn’t taken to him. I was finding him difficult, but not necessarily bad. I think he just had no idea how to interact with women. How the hell he ever got laid, when he got slapped more often than he hit it off, I’ll never know.
“I’ll come and join you in the shower, babe. Get that sexy ass naked for me.”
I slapped her ass as I passed her on my way to the bathroom, although, from her sharp glare in response, I had a feeling I’d pay for that later.
Glory
Slap my ass, will he? Cheeky bastard. I waited until we were both naked in the shower, and he turned to grab the bottle of shampoo, and that’s when I returned the favour.
With an adorable squeak, he spun on his heel, dropped the shampoo, which crashed into the shower cubicle with a thud, and he barely caught his balance as his other foot slipped.
“The fuck?!”
He took one look at my smug smile and nodded, resigned to his fate.
“I know. I earned it. No more slapping your ass. For the record though, it hurts way worse when it’s wet, trust me.”
“That’s what she said,” I replied, bending down to get the shampoo, half expecting a retaliatory slap to illustrate his point, but he didn’t, grabbing me instead and grinding his body against mine, a dry hump, albeit in a wet place.
“Wanna fuck, babe?”
He’d gone from feeling weird about us being together, to both of us not doing it because we felt too comfortable around each other, and now he wanted it every time we were together.
Well, he wasn’t alone in that one. I wanted him too.
All the time. Day and night, including right now.
I wriggled back against him, and he groaned, tightening his fingers on my hips.
“Brace yourself, Glory. I’m going in.”
I rolled my eyes, but a moment later, I gasped, feeling his thick cock pushing inside me.
“Oh god…” There hadn’t been a need for foreplay, because just being naked beside him had me wet as hell, so he was gliding inside me in the most delicious way.
“Fucking hell. This is never going to get old. Ready to get shower-fucked, babe?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but he pulled back and thrust forward, and I frantically braced my hands against the wall so I didn’t faceplant.
“Oh yeah… squeeze me, Glory. I felt you clench on me then.”
“Trying… not to… fall… dammit.”
“I’ll never let you…” thrust, “fall.” He started pounding into me, his rapid thrusts sending a thrill up my spine, as his cock was rubbing perfectly against all the right places inside me.
“OhGOD!” My words were a gasped out mess, because he’d just adjusted his position and his cock was now driving deeper and harder inside me.
It was sending pleasure rippling outward in waves, and my eyes seemed to be losing focus as I stopped everything except feeling.
Feeling him taking me, pleasuring me the way only he had ever done, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep my arms up to brace myself.
When pleasure roared through me, it burned through every ounce of strength in my arms and legs, and if he hadn’t been holding me up by my hips as he roared his own release, and spilled inside me with several jerks of his hips, I’d have landed on my knees.
“Fuck…” Henley gasped, dragging me up against his chest as his cock slipped from me.
“Yeah, I’ll say,” I whispered, leaning my head back against his shoulder while I waited for my vision to clear again.