Chapter 15
ROOK
Seeing PD this way—bruised and battered—created a turbulent mixture of emotions inside me. I was caught between being furious enough to drive back to Uhlig’s and punch his annoyingly handsome face and being sad for PD.
Oh, and don’t forget, angry at myself.
I hated seeing his shiner and the bruises that marred the left side of his jaw and cheek, and I wished I could make it all go away. If I’d been with him, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
“Stop it.” He sent me a glare as he guided me into our bathroom, his fingers clutched in mine.
“I can tell what you’re thinking and fuck that.
It ain’t your fault. It’s Uhlig’s and his merry band of dumbasses.
Seriously, though. Does that guy have a condition about being hot to join his crew? Did you notice?”
“You think he’s hot?” My stomach roiled, a spike of irritation striking me through the chest. What would King think if I went back and stabbed Uhlig a few times? No. I couldn’t. For one, I wouldn’t get in the same room as him. The only time anyone got near Uhlig was when he allowed it.
PD laughed as he let go of my hand and slowly began to pull his cut off. I quickly helped him slide the leather from his shoulders, noting the wince from him as the piece of clothing dropped to the floor. “He’s all right. His buddy, though? He’s not bad, either.”
I rolled my eyes, assuming he meant Colt. “The guys think he looks like me.”
PD frowned. “He doesn’t.”
“They say he does.” I shrugged before I reached out to grasp the bottom hem of his shirt.
I tugged the fabric up, and he let me raise it over his head.
There were a few snickers as we knocked his hat off.
What I saw made me pause in surprise and fury.
A smattering of bruises spread across his chest and abs, and one in particular had the shape of a boot print on the left side of his ribs.
They blended with the Latin words inked across his chest and the tattoo of a cross with half a face within it in the center of his sternum—a reminder, he’d once told me, of the hell others had put him through.
PD glanced down at himself and sighed. “They don’t really hurt. This shit happens.”
I knew it did. Being in a motorcycle club that broke the law meant we got involved with shady people, and getting hurt was inevitable, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. “I’m imagining ripping his dick off and feeding it to him.”
He chuckled and brushed his palm over the boot-shaped bruise.
“Maybe another day. Right now, we need to wash up and get back out there to find that cash. You’re right, we could use it, and if I heard right while they had me tied up, there was five mil in that truck, which means our take would be five hundred thousand after we pay our dues to the club.
Imagine what we could do with half a mil.
We could set you up with your artwork, maybe open a shop for you. How does that sound?”
The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me. It’d be a fresh start, something I’d needed since my crash, but half of the five hundred would be enough for that.
“Yeah. A studio.”
PD grinned and curled a hand around the back of my neck, dragging me forward, and I crashed my lips against his in a desperate, relieved kiss.
He was fine and he was here in front of me. We’d gotten him back from Uhlig. I had this sudden urge to never let him out of my sight again.
He cupped my face, and I moaned against his mouth, licking the cut on his bottom lip and stealing the coppery taste of his dried blood. It was a sharp reminder that he was injured, and I pulled back, ignoring the growl of dissatisfaction from him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered against his mouth.
He snorted. “How the tables have turned.”
I flushed, my cheeks burning. Well, fuck. Maybe I understood what he’d been going through now. “Shut up.”
He chuckled and slid his hands under the shoulders of my cut, shoving it down my arms so it fell onto the floor near the mess of his clothes. My shirt went next, and he paused, eyes widening.
I frowned and glanced down, my gaze catching on the tattoo with the thin layer of film over the top. Damn, I’d forgotten about that.
“Property of Paris Deiters,” PD read out loud, his mouth parting in surprise. “Damn.”
I shrugged a shoulder, a wave of stupid embarrassment washing through me. My insides turned hot and it took every inch of my willpower not to turn away from him. “I love you, and you stick around even when I’m a prick. I don’t deserve you, but I fucking love you. I belong to you in every way.”
He exhaled loudly through his nose and brushed his palm over my jaw, staring into my eyes. “I love you, too. Fucking hell, I love this. I was so jealous that you chose Jake to tattoo you. I thought you were so angry at me that you didn’t want me to do it.”
“Fuck that.” I pressed my forehead against his and clenched my eyes shut, breathing him in.
“Should’ve known he’d tell you. I wanted to surprise you.
It’s an apology, but also how much I want to be with you.
Fuck. Sometimes my brain just goes and does things, you know?
I can’t control my actions. It’s like standing outside my body and watching myself do something stupid and not being able to stop it.
And then, after it’s all over, I regret everything.
I don’t mean to argue with you, and I hate it when I get angry, but I can’t stop. ”
Telling him the truth felt a lot like cracking open my rib cage and showing him my insides. I hated the doubt that came with the confession. Was I weak?
He kissed the tip of my nose. “You don’t need to apologize. I might not understand all of what you’re going through, but I love you, Will. And I want you to talk to me. Tell me this shit. We can work it out together, right? That’s what partners do.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and took a deep breath. “I hate that I have no control over my emotions. My head spins faster than a whirlpool and sometimes I can’t string together two thoughts.”
“The doctor said you’d have good days and bad,” PD whispered, his voice sending calm through me.
“This is me for the rest of my life. You can’t fix a brain injury. I’m stuck like this.”
“Look at me.” He grasped my face between his hands, and I opened my eyes.
“You’re not something I want to fix. Do I wish you were the same person as before the accident?
Yeah, but only because I never want you to suffer.
I never want you to be in pain or hurting.
No matter what happens, though, I’m not leaving your side.
Ever.” He tapped the spot beside my new tattoo.
“This says it right here. You’re mine. And I’m yours.
I’m not going anywhere. But I need to know how you’re feeling.
When something’s not right or you’re hurting or if you’re just fucking down, you tell me, all right? ”
I wasn’t going to cry, but fuck if it wasn’t close.
I smiled and kissed him, and his mouth melded against mine with a fiery passion I felt all the way down to my toes.
I worked on getting him out of his pants while he kicked off his boots and socks.
When he was naked, he broke the kiss, gasping for air.
“I’ll get the shower warm. You lose those.” He nodded at my jeans and boots, and I chuckled.
“Are we washing you or something more?” I teased.
“We’ve got time for a little something.” His eyes twinkled as he stepped away from me and opened the glass door of the shower. I watched his ass, not quite able to tear my gaze away until I forced myself. The sooner I got my clothes off, the sooner I could join him.
I got rid of the rest of my clothes right as he stepped under the water, and I quickly snuck in. While the shower wasn’t really big enough for two of us, it was nice to be squished against him, his chest pressed to mine.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” I glanced down at the bruises littered across his torso and up to his hurt jaw and cheek.
He made a face. “I should be asking you that. But no, I’m fine.”
“Me too. I know what would make me feel better, though.” I grinned wickedly at him and went to my knees, which wasn’t easy.
I had to do some maneuvering of my legs, and by the time I was in position, I grabbed his hips and dragged him closer.
His cock was already hard, flushed red at the tip and curving up toward me, begging for the attention.
The silver jewelry that made up that devastating Jacob’s ladder winked at me.
PD groaned and spread his feet, giving me more room to work.
He carded his fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful and tugging in a way that stole a gasp from me.
Pleasurable pain swept down the length of me, directly to my balls.
My dick ached, reminding me of its existence, as if I’d ever forget.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, slapping the wide head against my lips, and it earned me a deep-seated moan from him. The raw sound came from the depths of his throat. My cock responded, growing harder until I didn’t think it was possible to get any firmer.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t know how hot you look on your knees.” He brushed his fingers down my jaw, then up my cheek and back through my hair again. “Take my cock. Show me how much you belong to me.”
A throaty whine slipped from me as I darted my tongue out to lick his slit.
Hunger consumed me. It was difficult to stay focused and not be swept away with ecstasy.
He was warm and hard under my palm, precum building at his slit.
I took another taste. I was already addicted to him and craved as much as I could get.
“Like that, baby.” He tugged my hair again, and I hissed at the pleasant zing that came with it.
I nuzzled his length and inhaled him deeply. What would I do without him? Hopefully, I never found out. He’d be with me forever.
I swiped my tongue along one of the veins, tracing it until I reached the head of his cock, and I took it into my mouth. Warm water pounded my back, and it was the perfect sensation to go with the heaviness of his length. He tasted clean and salty at the same time.
I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him deeper.
His piercings clicked against my teeth as I fought to open wider.
He was already girthy, so that took some thought.
He touched the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, and the muscles contracted around him, eliciting a guttural groan from him.
His hold on my hair tightened and his hips jerked forward, sending him farther down my throat, which worked around him aggressively. I grasped his hips, fingernails digging into his vulnerable skin.
Need skittered through me and shot south, adding weight to my already heavy sack. I resisted the urge to tug my guiche piercing, despite the unrivaled desire to wrap my hand around my cock and jerk off in time with blowing him.
Not yet.
Just a little longer.
“Fuck, Will. You’re so good at this.”
I whined and sucked him harder, desperate to bring him over the edge. He deserved all this and more. I’d give him the fucking world if he wanted it. My heart thumped so loud that I wondered if he could hear it over the spray of water, and my fingers tingled.
There were no words to describe how much I wanted this with him every day for the rest of our lives. I needed to taste him, hug him, feel the warmth of his skin under my hands. My desperation for him had reached new levels.
I took him all the way down to the base, my eyes watering as I gagged and fought through the sensation of his jewelry scraping my throat. His shudder and curse made it all worth it. He trembled underneath my hands, coming unraveled.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His fingers shook in my hair and his cock jerked in my mouth before a flood of hot cum surged down my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but he pulled out and pumped his final load into my mouth. A thin stream dribbled down my chin.
When he was done, I pulled away and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
He hummed in delight and tugged on my hair, signaling me to stand up. He helped by hooking his hands under my armpits and dragging me to my feet, and then his fingers were wrapped around my dick, jerking me off.
I shuddered and leaned my forehead against his shoulder, cursing him under my breath. His palm was warm and his grip tight, and I was already on edge from giving him a blowjob. I was so close it hurt.
He kissed my ear and nibbled on my lobe, and I whimpered as I thrust my hips.
“Come for me, baby. Show me that you’re mine.”
“Paris,” I moaned, and his cock twitched against my thigh, valiantly attempting to get hard again.
“Yes, that’s it. Call me that. Only you can call me Paris.”
I laid my hands on his hips again and rocked my dick into his fist, groaning. The tightness of his fingers was enough to bring me over the edge. My orgasm swept through me faster than a tornado. I stiffened as my release hit me and cum painted PD’s abs.
PD let me go and used a finger to swipe some of my cum before the shower washed it away. He sucked on his digit and groaned. “Yum.”
A shiver raked down my spine. “Fuck, stop it or I’ll get hard again.”
He laughed as he did it again. With a smirk, he turned and let the water wash off the rest. “Come here. Let’s get clean.”
I muttered under my breath but let him manhandle me under the spray. Even though the shower wasn’t big enough, he made it work and took the time to wash me off with a lathered cloth.
When we were done, he even helped to dry me and dropped another kiss on the tip of my nose.
Cute fucker.
Once we were dressed, he led me into the kitchen and pulled out some pain meds, and I hated how well he knew me. I took them when he gave me a glass of water, and he smiled proudly.
“So, who do you think we should work with? We probably can’t do it alone. Six bikers hit that truck.”
I sighed. I was hoping to get the job done with just PD, but I knew he was right. The two of us couldn’t handle six guys, especially with how hurt we both were.
“King and Dallas? They’re reliable and Dallas has been talking about needing money to do more work on their lakeside cabin.”
PD hummed as he opened the middle kitchen drawer and yanked out a sketch pad. He liked to keep one in each room because sometimes he’d get an idea for a tattoo at the most random times.
He dropped the pad on the counter in front of me and began to draw with a pencil. “That could work. Want to give them a call while I sketch these assholes?”
“Sure thing, Paris.” I didn’t miss the shiver that swept through him. Oh yeah. I knew how to get him going. He hated people using his real name, except me now. Maybe being called Paris while he had his hand wrapped around my dick helped.
I smirked. My new theory was going to be tested every time we were doing something fun.