Chapter 23
Emily
It’s been an anxious last few days for various reasons.
Onyx wouldn’t tell me much, only that they’d found the bodies of Brennan’s missing girlfriend and another woman.
Brennan was still in the wind, but this morning all the brothers left early, clearly on some sort of mission.
I realize with surprise that I’m already fitting into the lifestyle.
I trust my man will take care of himself, and I trust that he will tell me what I need to know.
There’s something that he needs to know, too, but I keep that to myself.
I’ll tell him when he returns. I don’t know if he’s going to like it or not, but I think he will.
We’d been told to stay in the clubhouse, another day of lockdown.
Not that I had plans, as I was still cataloging all the club records.
Late in the afternoon my concentration is broken by the sound of approaching bikes. I run outside along with the other old ladies. Our men look tired but they’re all present and accounted for and riding their motorcycles, so that’s a win.
At first, I’m all smiles. “You found him?” I call out.
“Damn straight,” he says with a sexy smile. “We found him, I gave him a little punch-up, and we handed him over to Detective Morgan.”
Relief washes over me so profound that my knees almost buckle.
I walk straight into his open arms, and he wraps me up in a crushing hug.
He lifts me from my feet and spins me around in a circle.
When he sets me down, he cups my face in his hands and kisses me.
That kiss is everything in this moment. It feels deep, sure, and true.
This is a victory kiss if ever there was one.
My whole body tingles with arousal for this man who risked his life to protect me.
Onyx chuckles. I love the deep masculine tone of his laugh.
His joy is my joy and vice versa. Suddenly I’m being tossed over his shoulder and he playfully smacks me on the ass.
I make a startled sound in the back of my throat, half laughing, half indignant, as he stalks into the clubhouse with me, like he’s been dreaming of doing this forever.
He drops me onto the bar and straddles a bar stool, framing me with his legs.
For one perfect second, I look into his eyes, and everything feels perfect.
Then I look down and see blood on his arm.
“You’re bleeding!” I exclaim, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Yeah,” he says casually. “Forgot to mention Brennan got a little stabby when he realized we weren’t letting him go.”
I immediately try to slide off the bar. “We need to get you to the hospital before you bleed out.”
He smothers back a smile and leans in just enough to give me a quick kiss. “Not needed, darlin’. It’s just a scratch. Nothing worth going to the hospital over.”
Before I can argue, Stitch drops his medical kit onto the bar beside us. He’s a club brother and I’ve seen him around. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
He grabs Onyx’s arm, extends it, and sprays the wound with distilled water before wiping it down with gauze. I watch every movement, my stomach twisting. Stitch’s expression finally relaxes a little.
Meanwhile, Onyx grabs a bottle of whiskey, takes a long drink, and swallows before speaking.
“See?” he says. “I told you it was nothin’.”
“You got lucky,” Stitch replies. “You’re lucky it didn’t hit any major arteries.”
He waves the bottle dismissively. “Just sew that shit up so I can celebrate properly with my old lady.”
His father’s voice cuts in from nearby. “What’s going on with you, son? Did you hit your head? You’re not normally a dick to the only brother here who can save you a trip to the ER.”
He straightens like he’s been called to attention, clearly surprised that his little joke didn’t land better.
Before he can respond, Stitch interjects, “It’s okay, I’m used to these assholes. Even if he was in hypovolemic shock, he’d probably still be talking shit.”
“Hypo what?” he asks, taking another swig. “I’m not hypo anything. I’m just goddamn happy we finally took the killer trying to get his filthy hands on my old lady, off the streets.”
I realize that he’s still caging me in like he’s worried that I’ll run away now that I’m not in danger anymore. I’m not running anymore because I’m happy right where I am. We’ll have to talk about this but now is not the time.
Queenie appears, tugging Rock back by the arm. “If you’re going to dull the pain with whiskey, at least be hygienic and use a shot glass.” She sets one down in front of him.
He tries to pour one-handed and makes a mess. I watch as he fumbles, then grabs the glass, downs the shot, and reaches for the bottle again.
I snatch it up before he can get to it.
“You’d best let me pour,” I say gently. “I’ve got a steady hand.”
A slow smile spreads across his face as I tip the bottle and deliberately pour only half a shot. I want him sober for what I’ve got to tell him later.
Stitch stands beside him, with his sleeves rolled up, and a needle and thread held in a pair of curved stainless steel pliers. He’s calm, focused, and professional. I have to remind myself that despite the leather vest and his appearance, he’s actually a trained medic.
At least I think he is.
I try to stay calm too, but I can’t help but worry. “You should be at a hospital,” I whisper.
“I’ve had worse injuries,” he says, taking another drink and setting the bottle down.
Stitch glances up at me. “For what it’s worth, I would be a doctor if I’d taken my boards.”
That makes me blink. “Are you kidding me?” I ask, stunned by the latest bit of information.
“Nope.” he says, already stitching again. “I finished med school. I even got high scores.”
“Then why are you here?” I say, gesturing helplessly at his blood-covered hands and the needle stuck halfway through Onyx’s skin. “Instead of working at a hospital?”
Stitch snorts a laugh. “Because I didn’t feel like spending my life asking permission to help people, and being afraid to do anything for risk of being sued for malpractice.”
Laughter ripples down the bar. Jasper shakes his head, Mica grins and even Onyx can’t keep the smile off his face.
“Besides,” Stitch adds, tying off the stitch with practiced ease, “I’m right where I want to be.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. But isn’t this why my grandfather loved this club and being Rock’s best friend? He’s always talked about how they were ahead of their time.
Finally, I say, “This club definitely does things its own way.”
“Yeah,” Onyx says, lifting the bottle again. “But we get the job done and that’s the important thing.”
I move closer, watching as Stitch finishes dressing the wound and tapes a protective cover over the fresh stitches. When it’s done, Onyx catches my chin and gently tilts my head back until he can gaze into my eyes.
“The important thing is Brennan is off the street and back behind bars,” he says. “That means you get your life back.”
I nod, becoming emotional all over again, as we look into each other’s eyes.
The spell is broken when Katie comes running in with Slate beside her. She’s holding a small package.
She hands it to him. “You got a special delivery, Uncle Onyx.”
He takes it carefully. “This is a really special gift for my old lady. Thanks for hand delivering it.”
“Sorry if it’s a bit sticky,” Slate mutters. “No one ever told me how sticky kids get.”
Katie giggles.
The smile on Slate’s face as he looks at his daughter says it all. He might look mean and tough, but that little girl melts his heart. It makes me think about the news I have to share with Onyx.
Katie reaches for her dad and Slate scoops her up into his arms and walks away with her.
I can’t help but eye the small box that Onyx slides into the inside pocket of his cut. It’s tiny, like it’s for jewelry or some other small trinket. This man of mine has a habit of spoiling me, so I honestly can’t imagine what is inside.
I slide one hand up to cup his cheek and ask, “Do you want to go upstairs and get cleaned up? Queenie and Tessa are planning a little get-together to celebrate finally putting this case to rest.”
His expression turns heated and he’s off the stool so fast that he almost drops me out of his lap.
I know we can’t have hot biker sex with him having a fresh wound, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
Rather than letting him pick me up again, I take his hand and lead him upstairs to the suite that I’m beginning to think of as ours instead of his.
I start a warm shower and when I turn to help Onyx out of his clothing, he’s standing there naked as the day he was born.
Letting my eyes trail down and back up his tattooed and muscled body, I can honestly say that I’ve never seen a more attractive man in my entire life.
The sexy smirk on his face tells me my mouth is hanging open.
My eyes drop down. His cock is rock hard. So much for thinking that an injury would put him out of action.
“Best get rid of your clothes or you’re gonna miss all the fun,” he tells me with a devilish grin.
My hands are yanking off my clothes before my brain really engages because all I can think of is being in the shower with him and lathering up his bulging muscles.
When he steps inside, I panic. “Wait, aren’t we supposed to wrap your arm to keep the stitches from getting wet?”
Onyx lifts his arm. “Stitch learned a fuckin’ long time ago to give us a tough waterproof covering over our wounds.”
My anxiety drops away almost immediately.
I close the distance between us and step into the shower.
This is where the magic happens for the two of us.
The second the door closes, he reaches for me.
I move into his arms and lay my cheek on his massive chest. I can hear his heartbeat, beating strong and sure.
He grabs the sprayer with his good hand and uses it to spray down our hair and bodies.
“It’s my turn to take care of you,” I whisper, reaching for his shower gel.
He’s slowly learning that he doesn’t have to do everything when we’re together.
That sometimes it’s okay to just enjoy the love I give him.
I enjoy touching him and making him feel good. Onyx is a good and wonderful partner.
Before I know it, we’re kissing. Onyx can lay down a lip lock like nobody’s business. We get lost in that kiss for what seems like a long time. When he tries to lift me against the wall, I push back against his chest. “We can’t because you have stitches.”
“Fine. I want you on my face then,” he demands, rinsing the soap off his body.
I glance down, soaping myself up as I try to imagine that position and the minute the visual pops into my mind, I decide that I want it, badly.
Suddenly, he uses the sprayer to rinse me mid-wash. “Come on, Em. That pretty little body of yours is as clean as it’s going to get.”
I just shake my head, bewildered by where this man gets his stamina.
We dry off on the way to bed, toss the towels aside, and climb in. Onyx rolls over on his back and taps his chest. “Get up here, Em. I want you on my face so I can taste that soft pussy of yours.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?” I ask in a trembling voice.
“I sure as fuck am,” he says. “I can’t wait to have you on my tongue again. I fuckin’ crave it.”
I find myself blushing because if his eager expression is any indication, there is some truth to what he’s saying. I eagerly scramble into place, throwing one leg over his big body, ready to do exactly as he says.
When he tugs me up, I move into place because I don’t want to stress his wounded arm.
Onyx slides his tongue up my slit until it hits my clit, causing sparks of pleasure, much like he does when he licks me in other positions.
I’ve never done this before, so I’m not sure what I’m doing.
I don’t actually lower myself onto his face, because how would that even work without smothering him.
I just kind of hover close and let him take the lead.
And boy does he ever take the lead. Between his fingers and tongue, I’m aroused beyond belief in a matter of minutes.
Before I can catch my breath, he slides two fingers inside me and goes right for my g-spot.
My head tilts back as the pleasure builds, and I come so hard it feels like I’m going to faint.
Onyx pulls me down to rest on his chest, and I lie in my favorite position with my ear against his chest. His heart is beating faster than before, and I can feel his rock-hard cock brushing against me.
Onyx is aroused and apparently still patiently waiting for his turn.
I force myself to get up before I’m ready to take care of his needs because I love him and don’t want to leave him beneath me with an aching cock.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. I just discovered I like his praise a little too much.
He notches himself at my entrance, and I ease down, forcing my pussy to swallow every deliciously thick inch of him. It used to be slightly painful, but since we’ve been having sex regularly for weeks, I’ve gotten used to taking him.
He rubs my shoulder and back as I slide down his magnificent cock. I feel proud, sexy, and confident when I manage to take all of him.
“You look like a glorious queen when you’re on top, filled with my cock.”
Deciding that comment deserved a reward, I lift up slightly, letting his cock slowly slide from my pussy before easing down again. It’s a lot of pleasure.
Onyx jerks his chin at me and says, “More. I want you to use me to make yourself come.”
I feel my cheeks flush because he’s giving me permission to use his cock for my pleasure.
“Time to move, beautiful,” he murmurs, still rubbing my back with his free hand.
His words make me bold, and I do just as he says, fucking myself on his cock until I’m moaning in pleasure. His face is lit up with anticipation and excitement, probably because he’s waiting for me to come all over his cock.
When I’m close, I feel him swell inside me.
Onyx is thrusting up to match my movements, and it feels so good.
He runs one hand up my back and across to my opposite shoulder.
When I come, he clamps his hand down, forcing me to stay still with his cock buried in me.
We both come at the same time, and that alone feels incredible.
When we’re both spent, I collapse on his chest, once again putting my ear against his chest. This time I hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, and his cock is still throbbing inside me. I did that, I think proudly as I drift off to sleep.