Chapter Twenty One
Nero
It’s been three weeks since the arrests and two of them have been charged, the other three have had their rich parents get them off.
Guess the two scholarship kids are taking the fall.
I’ll deal with them when the time comes but for now, Morris, the shitbag who laid his hands on Taylor is about to find out what happens when he messes with what’s mine.
Taylor has spent a lot of time over at my house. Oscar has taken to her like she’s his new best friend and she is good with him. With her help, we’re getting a better handle on the night terrors, which I spoke to a doctor about, and he confirmed Taylor’s advice.
They haven’t gone away, and the doctor wasn’t very reassuring when he said they can last a few years, but he did say it was nothing specific that causes them. He doesn’t know my fucking lifestyle, but he said night terrors are not the same as nightmares.
Mostly they’re unexplainable and go away on their own. The only time I need to be concerned is if they’re becoming more frequent and harder for him to come out of.
Jesse is coming around to the fact his nurse is in my bed at least three times a week. Mostly because when she is there, I’m there, so Oscar is seeing a lot more of me. He’s said for a while that is what we both need.
I’m getting attached and even though it scares the shit out of me for what it could mean to her, I can’t walk away. This woman has me in a chokehold.
And when we fuck, which we do a lot, it’s like I’m in goddamn heaven.
I’ve never gone back to a woman as many times as I have to Taylor.
Not only in bed, but talking, interacting, learning about her life, having her be a part of my son’s.
It’s fucking insane, but I don’t want to lose it. Because I’m a selfish motherfucker.
Speedway hasn’t been able to track down Sheridan, which is worrying me. I’ve sent another brother down to Alexandria where she is supposed to be staying with a friend with him to track her down. Blaze confirmed her phone is switched off.
I’m not convinced this is Storm, he’s too lazy and wouldn’t follow her down there to get to me. He doesn’t know about her and Oscar, anyway.
We’ve been planning how to take down Morris when Ronin pops his head in after knocking and lets me know there is a woman in the bar asking for me. I pull out my phone and check it. There are a couple of messages from Taylor saying she needs to talk to me. She wouldn’t come here though.
“We grab him tomorrow,” I tell them. “Figure out where he’ll be and get the farm ready.”
They watch me walk out and I know exactly what they’re thinking but I don’t care.
Taylor will get a lot of attention in the bar.
The majority of my guys know not to mess around with women who are linked to anyone, but at the same time there is this fucking shitty rule that unless a woman is claimed, she’s free game.
Anyone fucking looks at her sideways, I’ll snap their necks.
She’s sitting at the bar talking to Raven when I come in through the back.
Some of the brothers are looking her way but they’ve also made it clear they’re interested in Raven.
Rebel is almost as bad as me when it comes to his sister, he’d cut off their balls before they got them anywhere near his sisters pussy.
Raven looks up as I move through the bar, her brow arched. Fuck, she saw me eating Taylor out on her bar that first time she showed up here.
There is something more to the look now, a shrewdness. Not in a bad way, in a way that tells me she is going to give me shit for having a woman come back for more.
“Hey,” I lean against the bar and Taylor turns to me. “What are you doing here?”
“I was at home and wanted to see you,” she shrugs. “Somewhere other than at your house.”
“Oh, girl,” Raven smirks. “Get it.”
“Stay out of this,” I tell her without taking my eyes off Taylor.
She laughs as she walks to the other end of the bar. There are eyes on us as I take a step closer to Taylor. She’s watching every move I make, as I study every nuance of her face. I’ve held off on this because I’m still in two minds about bringing her in.
What I am coming to realize is, she’s already in. I’m planning on killing the asshole who hurt her tomorrow night. She can never know about that but it’s getting harder to hide her away. It’s bad enough hiding Oscar from everyone.
I hear more people coming in through the back and know it has to be my officers. The other brothers use the front door. I feel their eyes on me, they’re waiting to see what I’m going to do. Rebel is the only who knows anything about her. Somehow the rest of them have got wind of it.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” I ask her. “What you’re getting into with me?”
“I’ve spent the last month and a half learning all about you, Noah,” she touches my cut. “Just not everything.”
“It’s different here.”
“You’ve told me that.”
“You’re feeling bold tonight.”
“Something like that” she looks over her shoulder and back at me. “They’re all watching.”
“That’s because no woman has ever made me walk out of a meeting when I hear she’s in the bar looking for me. Only women who get treatment like that are old ladies.”
Her eyes widen and she takes in a breath.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for that, Cherry.”
“Since I got here, I’ve heard three women ask where you are.”
“Only three?”
She pokes me in the stomach. “I’ll let that go because I trust you, Noah.”
That makes my heart pound and for once, I’m not scared by it. I’m still me though and she needs to remember that. “Good,” I lean closer to her ear. “Because the only woman I want wrapped around my cock, is you.”
“It goes both ways, doesn’t it? When you claim someone?” she asks after regaining her composure.
“Who has been filling your head?”
“I’m smart enough to figure these things out for myself.”
“You are,” I take a lock of her hair and wrap it around my fingers. “You really want me to claim you, Cherry. In front of everyone in here?”
“Would I be here if I didn’t?”
“You don’t know what it means, Cherry. What tying yourself to me is going to be like.”
This isn’t a conversation we should be having in here, but she is determined and I fucking want her. It’s not the right time, with everything going on at the club.
All of these thoughts are warring inside my head as she watches me. Something like disappointment starts to creep into her eyes.
Fuck it.
I grab the back of her head and kiss her.
I’m not sure if the noise dies down or gets louder because Taylor grips my cut and kisses me back, rising up on the stool to get closer to me.
There is no going back now. This isn’t me making her an old lady, we need to talk about that more but I’m making a statement as I grab her legs and wrap them around my hips.
The eyes of most of the people in here, the ones who understand, are on us as I walk to the back of the bar with her wrapped around me. I hold her under her ass with one arm and the back of her head with the other so I can keep kissing her.
“Fuck, I think I just got pregnant,” I hear someone say.
Taylor laughs against my lips, because it wasn’t a woman who said that.
I don’t set her down until we’re in one of the bedrooms. One that looks like the sheets have been changed and smells clean.
I lock the door then walk to the bed and drop her on it.
She sits back and looks up, her head tilted back.
“I want to know everything about you, every side of you. I’m not scared.”
“You should be,” I lightly stroke her jaw then grab her chin. “I’m a scary man, Cherry.”
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t say that. You should care, because there are going to be times when you want to ask me questions that I will never answer. If this is what you really want, you have to go into it knowing that, Taylor,” I use her real name so she understands this is important.
“I’ve seen you around Oscar, and Jesse, the life you live outside of this club. I know you’re a good man Noah.”
“One who does bad things.”
She reaches up and touches my chest. My breath catches as she draws up my shirt and presses her palm to my skin. “It’s all a part of you. Nero, Noah, they’re the same person. We all have different sides to us. I want both sides of you.”
There is still a lot I should say but the words get stuck in my throat. Instead I push her head further back and lean down to kiss her. There are times when I’ve been rough during sex but nothing that would ever hurt her. I still have no intention of doing that but here, I am Nero.
I grab her hips and roughly turn her over so she is face down, her legs are over the edge, her knees almost touching the floor. She doesn’t do anything to stop me when I push her skirt up and drag her panties down her legs, or at the sound of my belt unbuckling.
All she does is hold on as I drag her hips up so her toes are on the floor and fuck into her, hard enough that the bed shakes. She lets out a moan then a surprised yelp when I smack her ass cheek.
“Do you still want to know this side of me?” I grunt, thrusting into her again hard enough to punctuate the question. “Do you, Cherry? You think you can handle this?” I slap her other ass cheek and she moans louder this time.
“Yes.”
My eyes close as I swivel my hips, giving her a little reprieve from the hardness.
“Then hold on tight, Cherry.”
She grips the sheets as I fuck her harder than I have before, slapping her ass and pulling her hair.
Never hard enough to really hurt, only hard enough to have her moaning and clutching out and her cunt gripping me hard enough to make my cock swell and pulse.
I reach around and pinch her clit, I may be a selfish bastard right now but I will never leave her wanting.
My cum pulses into her and she lets out a scream I’m sure the brothers can hear but all that does is make me possessive, wanting them to know I own this woman. And she fucking owns me.
I take a chance and give her a ride home, Nashville follows at a distance and he will hang around after I’ve left her to make sure she’s safe.
But after that claiming, I need her at my back, to make it known in a way they can actually see, that she is mine.
No man in the MC can deny when a woman rides at a man’s back, she is off limits.
Taylor is anxious and makes little scared noises but when we get back to her house, her cheeks are rosy and her eyes full of excitement. I help her off the bike and take the helmet. She stares at me but I won’t kiss her, not out here.
Instead I run a hand up her thigh, under her skirt. “Don’t take a shower till tomorrow.”
She frowns.
“I want to know my cum is still inside this pussy when I can’t be,” I press her panties into the slit, forcing the fabric inside. They’re still wet and my dick starts to get hard again, but she needs to wrap her head around what happened. “What are you going to do, Cherry?”
“Keep your cum inside me,” she lifts a brow.
“Fucking hell,” I shake my head with a laugh. “Get inside, lock up. I’ll call you.”
She does as I ask and I nod to Nashville as I drive down the block where he is waiting. He’ll make sure it’s safe before he leaves.
Rebel is waiting for me in the big room when I get back.
“Now that we’re done with the claiming, can we get back to business?”
“It wasn’t planned, but fuck you,” I drawl.
“Yeah, yeah. I think you’re fucking crazy but when do you ever listen to me.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Where she’s concerned, I don’t need to listen to anyone. Make sure she’s safe,” I add. There is no need to say what that means. The whole club will watch out for her now. Whether she knows it or not, she’s part of us.