Chapter Ten #2
Cruz shifted on the bed, flopping onto his back and draping his arm over his head. Apparently, he wasn’t feeling the same anxiety that fired through me. His soft snores echoed in the room.
No matter how tired my body was, I couldn’t shut off my mind. Cruz had killed before. He hadn’t killed for Kiss. He’d been there for Blue. And in my gut, I had a gnawing belief that when he’d pulled the trigger, he wasn’t killing for McKelle. He was there for me.
Maybe it was a Heller thing.
“Can’t you sleep?”
With the sound of her sleepy voice beside me, I turned toward her. “I can’t shut off my thoughts,” I whispered.
“Me, either.” She turned onto her side. “Are we just supposed to pretend our boyfriend hasn’t killed at least two people?”
“You and Cruz are killing me.” But she was right.
I did have a boyfriend and a girlfriend.
I didn’t know what was going on between Cruz and I, but I trusted him.
And I accepted that the only way this worked was if we were all in.
She couldn’t choose, and it didn’t appear that neither Cruz nor I would ask her to. “No, we don’t pretend anything. Ever.”
“What happens now? How is this going to work?”
I groaned and flinched as I rolled to my back.
“I don’t know, but what the hell. Who the fuck is Rogue?
The guy is an enigma. So he knows Cruz and Blue killed Sam.
You should’ve seen him with Bullet and Dozer, talking about hauling bodies with the hearse.
I kept thinking what the fuck have I gotten myself into and yet I feel like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. ”
“With me?” She rose onto one elbow. Wisps of her long hair tickled my flesh.
I couldn’t believe I was in bed with her, when earlier I’d said a lot of things to her in my head.
Emotions I felt but wasn’t ready to voice because I’d never felt this way about a girl before.
I didn’t just want her, but I wanted to hang at the track with her dad, feed goats with her mom, and I wanted to chill with her little sister.
And I wanted Cruz to know I could be there for him the way he was there for me. I’d felt so vulnerable in that bathroom. It had been the lowest point of my life, and I’d lived through some fucked up situations in foster care.
“Do you think the Kings will come after you again?” She snuggled back into the covers. “You can’t stay behind the MC gates forever.”
“I don’t know.” I threaded my fingers through her hair, ready to try and get some sleep. “I guess I’m going to trust our boyfriend.”
Cruz
McKelle’s ass nestled against my groin. It had been too long. I braced my hand on her hip as she arched with a slow morning stretch. She glanced over her shoulder with a sleepy smile on her face.
“Good morning.”
“I’ve missed this,” I said and kissed her lips. “I missed you.”
She turned toward me, sinking back into the pillow. “I missed you, too.”
I glanced over her shoulder at Ryatt. His bruises had darkened but the swelling around his eyes and lips had gone down.
“Can you stay with him today? Kings can’t get to him here, but he’s not going to stay idle long. I think you can give him a reason to stay in bed.”
“Levi said no strenuous exercise.”
“Right.” I leaned over her, pinning her back to the bed. “Good. No fucking him until we all go to the clinic.”
We both glanced over at Ryatt. Breath slipped past his slightly parted lips. Long dark lashes feathered against purple and red bruises. His chest rose and fell with a restless sleep. During the night, he’d grunted every time he’d had to shift positions.
“Have you talked to him about us yet?”
She smiled. “He called you our boyfriend last night.”
We kept our voices low. “It’s not going to be easy, Micki. I’m not worried about us. And I know you’ve caught feelings for him.”
“So have you. Don’t deny it. I see the way you look at him.”
“Does it bother you that I find him attractive?”
“No. He’s beautiful.” She worried her lip between her teeth and draped her arm around my neck. “But I don’t think he’s open to more with you.” She pulled my lips to hers.
I couldn’t be in bed with her and not touch her. I slipped my fingers under her shirt and covered her breast with my palm. Her mouth opened, and I kissed her, sliding my tongue against hers, tasting her in a way that had my dick hard and grinding against her hip.
“Do you think he’d kiss you if I was kissing you?” I kissed her again, sliding past her teeth and flicking her piercing with my tongue.
We spoke in between filthy kisses. “A three-way?” She smiled against my lips.
“Uh-huh.” I kissed her again, reclaiming my place in her bed. I rolled her beaded nipple between my thumb and finger.
“Maybe.” Her head pressed into the pillow as I trailed kisses along her neck.
“Think he’d watch me fuck you?” I bit on the tender flesh where her shoulder met her neck.
She sucked in a sharp little breath. “Now?” she asked breathlessly.
“Probably should break him in a little slower,” I said with a chuckle and put a few inches of space between our faces. “Does the idea of having us both make you wet? Would you fuck me in front of him?”
Not that she hadn’t already fucked him in front of me. She squirmed beneath me. “Yes, but you can’t fuck me when he’s hurt.”
I pressed up on one bent elbow. “I can’t wait six weeks.”
“Neither can I.”
We both snapped our gazes to the left.
“You playing possum, Rizz?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt.” Ryatt’s eyes were still closed, but a smile curved his lips. “I heard you’ve caught feelings for me.”
I chuckled and rolled off McKelle, but I didn’t move my hand from her breast. “You’re hearing things. Probably the concussion.”
“Good,” he said and stretched. “This situation might get awkward if you wanted to fuck me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to fuck you.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Ryatt groaned and then wrapped an arm over his ribs.
“Easy, man. Take it slow. You okay?” I asked him.
“I’m good. Just don’t make me laugh. I gained some perspective yesterday.”
McKelle surged up. “Are you having sharp pains or difficulty breathing? Levi said to watch for those things.”
“Yes to both. Pains in my temple, like ice picks, listening to Cruz declare his love for me.”
She furrowed her brows. “I’m serious. Any difficulty breathing?” she asked.
“Not yet. But you can help me with that.” He leaned up, cradled her cheek with his hand, and slid his palm beneath her hair to curve around the back of her neck. His mouth slanted over hers, and his tongue teased past her lips.
As he kissed her, I tugged on the loose neck of her T-shirt, exposing the soft slope of her shoulder and pressed my lips to her satiny skin. With the wet sounds of their mouths, I could almost feel their kiss. My gut tightened as my dick hardened.
“I’m trying to be good,” I said as I reached under her shirt and filled my hand with her tit. “But I want to fuck you so badly.”
But I’d promised McKelle neither of us would be inside her until we’d been to the clinic.
She turned and crushed her lips against mine. I kept my eyes open, staring at Ryatt as she kissed the fuck out of me. The tension in the room shifted. Teasing morphed into temptation.
Focusing on Ryatt, I lost the rhythm of our kiss, and she turned feral. A low purr vibrated from her into me. Then she fucking bit my lip. With an instant reaction, I curled my fist in her hair and tugged her head back, breaking the kiss. She gasped a breath and smiled.
I wiped my lips with my fingers to see if she’d drawn blood.
“What was that for?” I asked.
One of her perfectly sculpted brows lifted. “For using my mouth to kiss Ryatt.”
Ryatt combed his hair from his eyes with his fingers. “No, that wasn’t what he was doing. This is all about you, baby.” He grabbed her jaw, tilted her face, and claimed her mouth.
There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed her. His hand slid lower and collared her throat. Tongues twisted together, wild, fierce, and so fucking hot. A rush of heat pooled low in my gut and flared into my balls.
I cupped her skull, and with a bit of pressure, turned her face back to me. A cut on his lip had split, leaving a streak of blood across her mouth, stained by his kiss.
Fucking hot. I kissed her with a wild and reckless need. She whimpered, and her other hand tugged Ryatt closer. I held her breast, pinching her nipple with just enough pressure to make her squirm. Her hands were everywhere, on me, on Ryatt, threading through his hair, and gripping my thigh.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Ryatt whispered.
McKelle broke our kiss, and her ragged moan filled the silence between the three of us. Ryatt pumped his arm, his hand in the boxers she was wearing, and his fingers crammed inside her.
Careful of his wrists, she gripped his forearm and rode his hand. We both watched her face as she closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and shattered. Her body jerked and twitched as her climax ripped through her.
As the final spasm ebbed, her grip on my thigh and Ryatt’s arm eased.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Ryatt leaned in and kissed her.
I slid off the bed. “You mean afternoon. Either way, it’ll be better with coffee.”
Ryatt twisted his legs out and winced. “Fuck.” He took a couple of shallow breaths then stood. “I missed my check-in with my PO. I’m not worried about Treena. After the Kings fucked her up, my tenancy in the halfway house is over. Hopefully, I can grab my clothes. I don’t have much.”
“I’ll bring you coffee and something to eat.” McKelle scrambled off the bed. “You need to stay in bed.”
“Can’t. I need to sort this out with my PO. He’s going to ask questions. I’ll lie and tell him I wrecked my bike.”
I grabbed my cigarettes. “You two fight it out.” I wagged my brows at McKelle.
“I don’t fight with Ryatt like I fight with you.” She grabbed her jeans.
“There’s nothing to fight about.” Ryatt followed me out of the bedroom. “I don’t have a choice.”