Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Ransom
Marie’s usual scent of apricots and vanilla smells warmer now. My nostrils flare and my cock twitches as I realize she’s aroused.
“I think this needs further investigation,” I tease, pulling up her top until she raises her hands so I can remove it.
“Hmm. Even your tits are pink,” Storm chuckles, leaning forward to kiss both of them until she whimpers. The dick also rubbed his beard against her breasts as well. “I think we need to play a game.”
“Do tell,” I reply, my hand wrapping Marie’s braid in my fist until she tilts her head back for my kiss. My tongue brushes against hers, tasting her minty toothpaste before I suck on it until she’s arching into my kiss. “Do you want to play a game with us, Sugar?”
“I came in here with the promise of streaming something on the television and chilling, but I don’t think I have the focus for a movie,” she says breathlessly.
“I promise you, we don’t either.”
“The rules are…” Storm pulls her attention to him, and I use this as an excuse to cuddle against her. My bare chest is flush with her skin, and my legs tangle with hers. “There are no rules. All questions are viable ones. Any hesitation means groping will be involved.”
This makes me think about the questions I asked her in the tub as she was going into heat, and my lips curl at the memory.
“Does the groping involve edging,” Marie groans.
“Yes. No more orgasms for the greedy omega,” I decide. “You’ve been fucked often and well on your trip. Who goes first?”
“Me,” Storm says unsurprisingly. “The first question is to both of you.”
“Ugh. I thought these would only be to Marie,” I sigh.
“Turnabout is fair play. Remember that,” Marie grins.
“Yes, Miss Shakespeare,” I reply, blowing a raspberry where her neck meets her shoulder as she squeals.
“What is your worst habit?” Storm asks as my mind goes blank.
“I tend to be a pushover,” Marie says immediately, blowing out a breath.
“The girl who happily hits first and asks questions later? No way,” Storm laughs.
“Don’t forget the fact that she tried to run me over!” Wilder yells from the kitchen.
I’m not sure what the fuck he’s making, but it smells amazing from here.
“Damn. Feminine rage, thy name is Sugar,” I murmur. I feel as if I’m missing something about their past, but I’m a little afraid to ask as time goes on.
They’ve clearly gotten past whatever it is, if I find out, will it piss me enough for me to open up past wounds?
“What’s yours?” Marie asks, turning around until it’s her breasts pressed against my chest.
Use. Your. Words.
“I don’t know that I have one,” I confess. “My mom’s a single parent, and she pretty much trained the bullshit out of me. I open doors for little old ladies, for fuck’s sake, catch myself from leaving my dirty socks on the ground, and even courtesy flush when using the bathroom.”
“I’m going to have to agree with him,” Storm says. “I haven’t had to wash a single dish while he’s been here that I can remember. He even unloads the dishwasher when he thinks to use it.”
“I always forget it’s there,” I shrug. “I’ve got elbow grease, I’ll just wash them.”
“You’re an adorable biker,” Marie murmurs, kissing me. “Who’s next?”
“You are,” Storm says.
“Hmm,” she says, turning onto her back. Her tits are on full display, but I’m trying very hard to focus on her words. “If you could redo one moment of your life, what would it be? Take your time.”
“Everything I’ve ever done has led me to you,” I say honestly.
“I joined Devon’s club because I was running from the law.
My dad was beating my mom, and I killed him.
My mother made me leave because I’d just gotten out of prison the year before, and she didn’t want me to go back.
My dad changed a lot when I went to prison, started drinking, and my mom caught the brunt of his mistakes.
I made sure that the first time I found out was the last.
“Devon made the charge go away, while I gave him my loyalty.”
“I’m conflicted,” Storm sighs, placing his hand on her stomach to draw small circles on her skin with his thumb. “There’s a lot of things I’d do differently with you, Marie. We kind of collided while on seemingly unrelated paths. I came on too strong.”
“Do pigs fly?” she asks, smirking. “This means I get you on your knees forever then, huh?”
“I think that’s a given, Kitty. The Little Queen needs alphas willing to worship at her feet,” he says with a small smile.
I open my mouth to finally ask what the fuck they’re alluding to, but Wilder comes in with a platter of warm bread, cheeses, fruit, sliced deli meat, and more. That’s what I smelled earlier!
The fresh bread. I have no idea how he managed to work so quickly, though he was prepping food earlier in case Marie was hungry when she got back.
Sitting up, I smirk as Wilder places the food in front of us, and Storm scoops up some spreadable cheese to smear across Marie’s chest. He drags his tongue along her skin, sucking and licking as he cleans her up.
“You’re fucking savages,” Wilder snorts as Lore walks in wearing low slung joggers.
My mouth waters even more now, and my gaze hesitates as I see his chest. It’s no longer red and angry, and it finally appears to be healing right.
“A little higher there, Snookums,” Lore drawls.
I raise my middle finger at him without meeting his eyes, and then use that finger to scoop up a pesto cheese dip to smear across Marie’s nipple. She never had a chance to sit up, and she gasps as I take her pebbled areola into my mouth.
My tongue swirls around it to pick up the flavor of the dip, moaning at how fucking good it tastes, before sucking hard to make her moan.
“I did warn her that you would dirty her up,” Lore shrugs.
“We’re playing twenty questions,” Storm says, smacking the back of my head. It takes everything for me to not bite down around Marie’s breast, and she gasps as she feels the hint of my teeth.
Raising my head, I wink at her before moving my lips to the shell of her ear. “When I finally sink my teeth into your pretty skin, it’ll be on purpose, Sugar.”
“Let’s try to get the food inside of her instead of on her, boys,” Lore snorts, pushing me off her so he can help Marie sit up.
He does exactly what he teases her he’d do what feels like ages ago, scooping some dip onto a piece of bread and hand feeding her. Marie hums her pleasure as she chews her food, reminding us as to why Wilder made food to begin with.
“Sorry, Sugar,” I chuckle, kissing her shoulder. I grab a napkin to clean her up and then help Marie put on her hoodie. “Is it my turn?”
“Yes,” Storm says, tucking into his food. “Nothing too heavy, though.”
It’s interesting that the rules change when Lore walks into the room, but I simply nod.
“Wait, I don’t know if this one is too serious,” I say, realizing that my gauge is broken.
“Ask anyway,” Lore says, rolling his eyes.
“What’s the dumbest reason you’ve killed someone?” I ask. “Dumb as in they were too stupid to live.”
“That’s not too personal,” Wilder snorts.
“I once killed someone because they pushed an older woman out of the way when I was in Flint,” Storm remembers. “The poor woman’s cane went flying, and Wilder helped her up while I took off after him. Do you remember that, Wilder?”
They share a long glance before he nods. “I do. She was half afraid of my cut until she saw I was trying to help her. Her name was Chelsea,” he says. “She was so fucking nice.”
“I strangled the fucker who knocked her down and dumped him in the alley behind a dumpster,” Storm says with a shrug. “I figured that was pretty much business as usual for Flint, Michigan.”
“You’re not wrong,” Lore agrees. “God, I can’t leave you two alone it seems.”
“Nope, so don’t make a habit of it,” Wilder says mildly. “I have to think about mine. There have been some stupid fuckers over the years. What’s yours, Lore?”
“You’re asking someone who kills people with a hammer,” I sputter. “Honestly, Wilder.”
“I mean, you’re not wrong,” Lore admits.
“I shot one of the first prospects we ever had for touching a waitress inappropriately. The girl looked like she was fucking twelve, and the idiot grabbed her ass. I yanked him back by the scruff of his neck, drove him out a little ways while he struggled and screamed over my lap, and then I threw him off the bike and shot him in the face. The owner of the restaurant was that girl’s mother.
She asked me if he’d be back, and I told her the dead can’t visit. ”
Marie shivers at the story, but not because she’s scared. It’s more so as a reminder of what we’re capable of, and the code each of us have for what we won’t stand for.
“He deserved it,” she says softly.
“Okay, mine now,” Wilder says. “It was fairly recent too. Brent Lyle was part of your Dad’s old guard, Lore.”
“He finally did something to make you decide to kill him?” Lore snorts.
“Devon had already greenlighted the murders, but I heard him talking about Marie’s ass,” Wilder grunts.
“Is that why you turned his body into Swiss Cheese?” I ask.
“What about my ass?” Marie asks over me, wide eyed.
“I’d rather you not know,” Wilder grumbles. “It was disgusting and vile. Devon has been fighting with them about not turning the clubhouse into a brothel. If they want to pay for it, the club owns places for them to do that.”
“He failed to mention that,” Marie says.
“It’s not legal, but the women are there because they want to be,” I say hurriedly. “They negotiate their limits, and there are women who only dance and don’t do the extras. Either way, no one gets a free pass. Women are paid for their time.”
“Which is why the old guard wanted more sweetbutts at the clubhouse,” Lore groans. “This is such a tired conversation, and one that never failed to come up for Devon during church. Anything those bastards had to say about Marie’s body would have been a reason to die.”
Lore loads up a cracker with goat cheese and some prosciutto, and offers it to Marie. Apparently, her alphas will be hand feeding her for the near future. I personally think it’s adorable. My omega smirks and opens her mouth for him, accepting the food.
“Lore, it’s your turn,” I tell him, watching as Marie sighs happily.
“If you could take a trip anywhere together, where would it be? I was thinking about this while we were in the Black Hills,” he explains.
“It would be cool to ride up the California coastline through Big Sur. Good food, beautiful scenery, maybe go when it’s warm and I catch our girl in a bikini for lazy days,” I murmur.
Marie glances at me with heat and happiness in her eyes, and I can’t help but fucking melt. She’s this blonde goddess, and it’s difficult to believe fate chose her for me. Fuck yes, I’d happily enjoy some time at the beach with her, especially if it’ll lead to licking the salt off her skin.
“Down boy,” Wilder chuckles. “I think we can all agree that massaging suntan lotion on Marie’s skin and watching her walk around in a bikini is a good idea. I’d love to head to New Orleans and rent a place to listen to good music. That’s a great question, Lore.”
“I haven’t really been anywhere,” Marie admits. “My mom lives just outside of Chicago, and I never thought about leaving Illinois since Tommy was there and whatever job I was at.”
“Well that’s going to need to change,” Storm snorts. “I want to show you the whole fucking world now, Kitty.”
“Maybe not at once,” she teases, finding a piece of cheese to snack on.
“I’d love to ride along the Blue Ridge Parkway with you while the leaves are changing,” Wilder muses. “During the day though. I won’t fuck with the Appalachian Mountains after dark. No, thank you.”
“I see spooky shit even when it doesn’t exist,” Storm laughs. “Ain’t no way I’m following you into those mountains at night!”
I can’t help but chuckle at his antics. Storm showed me how the security cameras he had mounted around the house have color night vision. He also mounted a floodlight on the front steps after Lore broke into the house so people can’t get away with sneaky shit.
Storm is seriously paranoid, but I can’t fault him for it if this keeps us safe.
“Is there anywhere you want to go, Marie?” I ask her.
“The national parks here are supposed to be beautiful, but I haven’t had time to visit. It would be nice to walk through one before it snows,” she admits. “Riding through the Black Hills made me realize how well nature quiets my mind. Sometimes, I need that.”
“We’ll plan a walk this week,” I say with a nod.
“Speaking of planning,” Wilder drawls, “I’m taking you out to lunch tomorrow.”
“Are you?” she teases.
“Mmhmm. Lore is going to be a good little stalker and sit at another table,” he says.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” Lore warns, hiding a smile.
Marie yawns widely, and her eyes begin to droop. Finally, I was wondering when she’d drop. Sometimes, you need to unwind before crashing.
I totally get it.
“I’m not going to make it through twenty questions,” she mumbles.
“To be continued,” Wilder promises. “Twenty is a lot when you have five people. Where do you want to sleep?”
“I may drop off right here,” she says, getting comfortable on the couch. “I’m afraid if I move now, I’ll be too awake to sleep.”
“We’ll move you after,” Lore promises.
“You won’t, someone else will,” I grumble.
Lore simply shrugs, telling me he’s going to do whatever the fuck he wants, as usual.