Chapter 19
Emily
The engines hit the lot just after ten. Tessa’s halfway out of her seat before I realize the throaty roar of motorcycles means our men are back.
When I follow them, I realize Queenie is already on the front porch, watching them roll in.
She has a tense, anticipatory look about her.
The one that tells me Rock probably called and told her they were near.
I can’t imagine how many times she’s come out to greet him after a mission.
Probably hundreds. I come beside her and slip my hand into hers.
I don’t know why I did that. Maybe because I’m worried and don’t know exactly what to expect.
Surprised, she turns to me with a smile and grabs both my hands. “Don’t worry, Rock said no one got hurt.”
I don’t realize that I’m tearing up until she gives me a quick hug. “One day you’re gonna learn my boys can take care of themselves. That’s the day you’ll stop letting your fear and anxiety get the best of you.”
I wipe my tears away with the backside of my hand as she stands beside me with one arm draped around my shoulders.
They roll in like the badass biker horde they are. Granted, they’re sweaty and tired. Their bikes look like they have been ridden through a muddy swamp. And Forge barks from the sidecar. The moment I spot Onyx, I stop looking for anything else.
He’s covered in road grit. Forearms smudged dark, a nick just under his jaw. His cut is hanging open. But he takes a second to unbuckle his dog before searching me out in the crowd. And when his eyes land on me, everything else fades away.
It takes me a second to realize the other old ladies have all gone out to meet their men.
That’s when I get my feet moving and rush out to him.
Onyx steps right into me and his massive arms wrap around me.
I can’t help but laugh with happiness and relief when he lifts me off the ground and twirls me around in a circle, like I weigh nothing.
“You’re finally back,” I say softly. “I missed you.”
“It’s good to be home. How about you? You holding up okay?”
“Of course. I spent the better part of the day with the old ladies. It made the situation more bearable. I wasn’t just left in your suite, waiting and worrying as the minutes ticked by.”
He leans in and presses his forehead against mine.
“You’re wasting your time worrying about me, Em.
There ain’t nothin’ Charles fuckin’ Brennan can do to hurt me that better men haven’t tried.
” Pulling back, he thumps his chest with one oversized fist. “But I’m still here and most of them are crippled or dead. ”
I slide one hand up to trace a long, thin scratch that runs across his cheek towards his jaw. “You’re hurt,” I murmur.
He grins, playfully swatting my hand away. “I got caught by a tree branch. It’s nothin’.”
“Are you hungry?” I ask him. “We have food ready for you.”
Draping his arm around my shoulders, he jerks his chin towards the clubhouse. “I’m fuckin’ starving. There are only so many damned protein bars a man can eat before he wants to start throwing them at people.”
“How was the hunt for Brennan?”
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat that sounds like annoyance mixed with amusement. “I didn’t expect Sliverwood to be so large. We covered a lot of ground today and didn’t search half of it.”
“How far did you ride?”
“Past Turner Ridge. Looped north until the trail washed out. We had to backtrack twice. Saw maybe six people all day, and they didn’t seem to like strangers.”
“What were they like?”
“Rural and tight-lipped until they found out who we were looking for. Then they were all kinds of helpful. They all seemed to think Brennan was the family fuck-up.”
“Did Forge catch anything?”
“Not a damn thing.”
Glancing back at Forge, I tell him, “She’s a good girl and deserves a reward anyway.”
“I agree,” he tells me, tugging me close for a quick kiss.
When we head into the clubhouse, I snag a cold bottle of water out of a huge cooler as we walk by and hand it to Onyx.
He takes it with a quiet, “thanks,” drains half in one go, then tugs me back under one arm.
We slide into chairs at the family table. Onyx assures me, “We’ll head out again tomorrow. I’m not giving up until we find that asshole.”
I nod as I sit in the seat beside him. “I figured as much. You’ve always been tenacious.”
“You got that right, Em. You smell nice tonight. New perfume?”
I shake my head, because I’m definitely not wearing any kind of scent. To change the subject, I tell him teasingly, “Tonight, I’m making your plate.”
The smile that eats up his face is all the acknowledgement I need that he’s okay with that.
Halfway to the buffet table, I glance up to find Rock, Jasper, and Slate filling plates for their women while they chat away at the family table.
His family just grins at me and moves aside so I can fill our plates.
Everything feels easy here. If we’re following his family’s lead, everyone’s happy.
If we’re doing our own thing, they don’t miss a beat.
It’s like we can do no wrong. It’s a relief not to have someone judging me for everything I say and do.
When I slide our plates onto the table, Onyx pulls me down for a hungry kiss, one that makes my toes curl. By the time he lets me go, I’m flushed and excited.
I tug at the neckline of my shirt as I sit down, thinking the room is a little too hot. We make it through dinner in record time, with Onyx giving me too many hot glances.
***
The minute we’re in his suite, he unbuckles his belt and opens the top snap on his jeans before he pulls his shirt and cut over his head in one fluid motion. I’ve got to admit that he looks like the epitome of a rough-and-ready biker. And the best part is he’s all mine.
Jerking his chin towards the bathroom, he says, “Come shower with me. I need you.”
The deep, needy sound of his voice has me pulling off my shirt in an instant.
When he stalks to the bathroom, I kick off my shoes and follow.
I’m so excited that my toes curl against the worn floorboards.
He starts the shower and then peels off the rest of his clothes.
I can’t get naked fast enough. The shower is flowing at full force, and the bathroom fills with steam before we even step into it.
His chest fills the space in front of me, all broad lines, grime, and bruised skin. Onyx gets busy washing his hair. I like the way his body moves and can’t imagine what he’s gone through to pack on that kind of bulk. I reach for the soap, lather my hands, and start with his shoulders.
As I massage his tense muscles, he freezes under my touch. The more I massage his muscles with my fingertips, the more he relaxes. I work the lather in with both hands, watching the suds slide down his chest to his happy trail.
When I glance down, I see he’s already hard for me. I realize, gleefully, that must mean he likes my touch. I slip one hand to wrap around his throbbing cock because after waiting and worrying about him all day, I’m feeling bold.
He drags me closer and plunders my mouth as if he can’t help himself.
Onyx is the boy I grew up next to, but now I can’t stop thinking of him as my one. He’s smart, hot, protective, funny, capable, and rock hard for me. What more could any woman want?
I move lower now, cupping his balls with one hand while I firmly stroke him off with the other. When I lower myself and turn slightly sideways, water that was pelting my back splashes down his chest and over his cock. When all the bubbles are gone, I lick the head of his cock.
Onyx says roughly, “Em, no. You don’t have to do that.”
His hands come out to stop me, but I swat them away.
“Let me play with my man,” I tell him playfully.
When I glance up, I can see his expression has turned possessive. “Those are claiming words. You know that, right?”
“I’m definitely staking my claim,” I tell him before sucking him into my mouth and massaging his balls.
I don’t even know if I’m doing a good job, since I haven’t sucked a lot of dick in my life, but Onyx is going a little wild.
One hand is gently cupping the back of my head, and the other is on my shoulder.
The occasional sound he makes leads me to believe he loves what I’m doing, and that’s good enough for me.
Just when he’s about to come, he steps back and grips the base of his cock tightly with one hand.
“Up,” he says hoarsely. “I want you on my cock.”
I come to my feet a little confused. “Like in the shower? How? It’s pretty cramped in here.”
Onyx doesn’t waste any time. The next thing I know, he’s got both hands around my waist, has lifted me off the floor, and pressed my back to the shower wall. My legs flail for a second before I realize he’s lined his cock up perfectly with my core, and I’m so excited that it’s unreal.
When he slams home, it feels so good that I arch my back off the wall.
I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist to steady myself as he gives me the best sex of my entire life.
I don’t know exactly how long he moves in and out of my body because the position we’re in ensures his long, thick cock rubs against my clit with each rough, sharp movement.
I vaguely realize he’s doing that intentionally by shifting his hips with each stroke.
I don’t know how he’s outlasting me, but I come all over his cock twice before he comes so hard, I can feel it.
We stand there for a long moment with me still pinned to the wall.
It takes me a long minute to catch my breath.
“Wow, that was incredible.”
“You okay, Em? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
I shake my head, trying to get my head around what just happened. “Do you do this all the time? Is this the hot biker sex that’s everyone’s always raving about?”
Onyx pulls back and cups the side of my face with one hand.
Gazing into my eyes, I see a storm of emotions playing across his face.
“Sex has never been like this, at least not for me.” Leaning his forehead against mine, he whispers, “Remember when I told you that my cock came with emotions and shit?”
I close my eyes and lean into the kiss I know is coming.
His lips touch mine, and I can’t get enough of how his tongue feels sliding against mine.
When we finally break apart, I tell him, “Yeah, I remember you saying that. I’m glad your emotions are involved because I don’t think I could deal with cold, mechanical sex from the man I love. ”
The tiny hint of a smile on his face is everything. “I love you too, Em. And I’m never letting you go.”
“See that you don’t. I hate to wander off and never be able to find you again.”
He pulls me off the wall, turns off the shower, and tosses me over his shoulder. He laughingly tells me that would never happen. One of the things I like best about Onyx is that he plays along with my lame joke, never making me feel foolish, even when I say foolish things.