72. Chapter 72
By the time the van pulls through the clubhouse gates, I can barely keep my eyes open. Earlier, I was grateful Patch had given me his hoodie because I would have been even colder than I already was if he hadn’t. Apparently, sometime after I was taken, it had started to snow again. Hard. There were a few times during the drive that I worried if we should have just stayed at la casa de mi abuelo (my grandpa’s house).
The van comes to a stop and I rub my eyes. I got shit for sleep last night, and I’m not even sure how long I was out before Leon snuck into the clubhouse and took me.
“Raise the arm of your sweatshirt, Siren. I’ll take some blood and send someone to get it tested.”
Sleepily, I do as he asks. Shivering when the disinfectant wipe chills my skin. Patch draws a couple of vials before writing something on them. He talks quietly with Doc and hands him the vials before turning back toward me.
“Come on, Siren. I’ll carry you inside.”
I slide across the bench toward the door. When he gets out, he turns around and picks me up, which I’m grateful for since I don’t have shoes on or have my crutches with me.
Patch heads up the stairs and someone opens the door for him.
“Mama!”
“Mom!”
Patch takes me over to the couches and as soon as he sets me down, the kids are instantly on top of me. I wrap my arms around them tightly. Cassie sobs quietly against my shirt and I kiss her head, soothing her as best as I can.
“Mary,” Patch calls softly and when I look up, I’m relieved to see he’s holding my glasses. Taking them, I slid them on and am extremely happy not to be squinting all the damn time. He leans down by my ear and whispers quietly. “Ethan and Doc are running in your bloodwork to check and verify if it was just a sedative.”
Exhaling, I nod. I’m hoping what Claudia said was true, that it was just a sedative and not Aphrodite’s Kiss or whatever the other drug’s name was that made someone go sterile.
The ladies come out and when they sit opposite me, I can tell they’ve all been crying.
“I’m so sorry, Mary. I still don’t know how we didn’t see them sneaking in last night. And for putting you through all of this. I hate that you had to go through something similar to me,” Levi says in between sniffles.
‘Talk to Smoke,’ I mouth to her and her eyes widen before her face twists in anger. Instantly, she’s up off the couch, heading across the room to Smoke. Well, as fast as a pregnant woman who’s about to burst can get up off a couch, that is.
I know how Leon got in, or at least know almost all of what happened, Patch told me when I had asked, but I’m not saying anything around little ears. That and I don’t know if I can tell Mae or not. Probably not. I’m sure if it’s okay, Timber will tell her.
On the way home, Smoke had been frantically working on his computer, trying to figure out what happened. He was almost sure that someone wormed his way into the club’s network, and when he found what he was looking for, he was fucking livid. Let’s just say that unless the guy was coerced, there’s going to be another of man that works, or I should say worked, for Abuelo (Grandpa) joining the ‘party’ tonight. Surprisingly, a party I’m being allowed to attend, according to Thor. Regardless of what my family thinks.
That was when Patch told me it was Abuelo (Grandpa) and Tío (Uncle) Mateo who had requested I not be told about the trap they were planning. They hadn’t wanted me to be exposed to more danger or have to witness what they might have to do. Honestly, I would have preferred to see what they and the club do to them. In a way, I feel like I need that for the closure of all the pain they’ve caused over the years.
As I shake off those thoughts, I yawn again and Mae chuckles.
“Hey, kiddos. How about we go and get you guys some breakfast? It looks like your mom and dad need a little shut eye,” she says and I nod in agreement.
“Sleep would be divine,” I mumble around another yawn.
The kids protest, but I give them all hugs and kisses, telling them that we’ll all hang out later today after we’ve slept. Reluctantly, the kids follow Mae into the kitchen, but soon she has them excited and happy again with the promise that they can help her cook. They’ve all taken to cooking with us, but we only allow them to help when there’s only one or two of us working in the kitchen, otherwise there’s just too many people in there and I worry they’ll get hurt as a result.
Patch steps forward as I use the arm of the couch to help me stand. He lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs. I think if all of us hadn’t been sleep deprived we would have gotten cat calls, but we’re all fucking tired.
Once in our room, Patch closes the door and locks it before crossing the room to his bed, but then he pauses. “Fuck, I probably should have taken you to the med room first.”
I shake my head. “The worst is my cheek and my wrists, but my wrists are from moving so I could get to the bracelets and then cutting through the ropes. My ankle hurts a little from the chain and later the rope, but it’s just minor.
His brows dip in confusion. “But you were tied up when we came in.”
“That’s because Isaac tied me back up, though he wasn’t too bright and didn’t figure out that my bracelets were the reason why I got out of them in the first place.”
He sets me down on the edge of the bed and then puts his gun and his knives away in the nightstand. Taking off his cut, he sets it on his dresser. Kneeling on one knee in front of me, he looks my legs over, gently running his fingers over the raw marks on my ankle from the chain. I shiver and my skin breaks out in goosebumps from his touch.
His green eyes darken as he looks up at me, and I can’t help but notice he’s hard for me. “I think I might need to do a more thorough examination.”
“Do whatever you think you need to do.” Even I can tell that my voice is breathy and huskier, which has his eyes darken even further and the bulge in his pants lengthening. I can already feel myself getting damp at the thought of him being inside me again.
Bending down further, he kisses up my leg, and when he gets to mid-thigh, he straightens as his fingers go to his hoodie before he’s pulling it off me. My shirt comes with it, and I freeze when he scowls.
“Who did this?” he demands as his large hand splays across my side.
I look down and wince. The bruises had been healing, but now I’ve got another purple bruise blooming in the middle of the yellowish-green bruises.
“Fuck, I forgot all about that with everything else that had been going on. Eileen kicked me with those fucking pointy boots of hers.”
His jaw ticks and I’m sure he’s adding this to the long list of things Eileen’s done to me throughout the years.
Leaning down, he kisses all over the bruise and then up my chest. He nibbles and nips up my throat and not being able to take it any longer; I pull his face to mine, slamming my lips to his. He slides his hands under my ass, scoots me back, and then leans me down on the bed. I moan when I feel his body pressing down on my own and I tilt my hips, needing friction on my core.
His kiss turns more forceful, and he grinds himself into me.
“Luke, I need you, please,” I beg.
He nibbles slightly on my lip and then he’s gone. I whimper, but then it freezes in my throat when I realize he’d pulled back so he could strip.
Reaching over and behind his head, he pulls his shirt off and at the sight of his rippling muscles, I rub my legs together, trying to get a bit of friction. Bending over, he unlaces his boots and slips out of them. He undoes his belt buckle and I moan as he strips out of his jeans and boxers.
He pumps his cock as I get on my hands and knees and when he presses the head of his cock against my lips, I eagerly open for him.
Taking his head in my mouth, I run my tongue through his slit and pull back before running my tongue up and down his length, teasing him slightly.
“Mary,” he growls and I look up innocently at him. He growls again and a shiver runs through me, my juices already leaking down my thighs. I love when he gets all growly in bed.
When I reach his head again, I take him back into my mouth and my lips stretch wide around him. I know from experience, I won’t be able to take all of him because of my gag reflux, so I grasp the rest of his length with one hand, pumping as I bob up and down.
After a few minutes, he suddenly pulls out, breathing hard. He manhandles me as he gets me back on my back and grabs my hips, pulling my ass just slightly over the edge of the bed. He hooks my left knee over his shoulder before he bites down on my thigh, not hard, but enough to send a slight jolt through me.
“Luke!” I cry out as he dives in, plunging his tongue into my pussy. My hands fly to his head and I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging slightly.
I squirm on the bed at the onslaught of his tongue. After not having sex for almost a week, not even oral, the pressure building inside of me is making my body tingle and my body coiling tightly. He moves to suck on my clit and pushes a couple of fingers inside me. Then I feel his teeth lightly grazing my clit before he sucks on my clit again, and I explode, my vision turning white. When my senses come back to me, I realize he’s pumping a finger in and out of my ass as he continues to suck on my clit.
Then he inserts another finger into my ass and I feel another orgasm building again. We’d been playing around with anal, but I’ve yet to take his cock. Judging by how he’s stretching me, I have a feeling today might be that day.
Suddenly, he pulls out, stands up, and drives his cock into my pussy in one hard thrust. My breasts bounce from the force and he leans down, taking one of my nipples in his mouth.
“Fuck, yes!”
He bites down gently on my nipple and another orgasm rips through me, but he keeps up his torment, switching in between breasts as he continues to pound into my pussy.
“Right there, right there. Harder,” I cry as I push back toward him, needing to feel him deeper in me.
Luke pulls out and flips me, sliding a pillow under my leg to better support my cast. His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them apart before driving back into me.
“Fuck, Mary. Seeing my cock being swallowed up by your pussy is a fucking sight.”
A moment later, something cool lands on my ass and my body tenses, but I force it to relax.
“But it’ll be even better seeing it sink into your gorgeous ass. Are you ready to give me this ass today, Siren?” he asks as he spreads more lube on me as and then I feel his fingers slipping inside of me again.
I moan at the feeling of his fingers stretching me while he continues to fuck me. I nod furiously. “Fuck, yes, Luke. I need it, please. More.”
My body shakes as he pushes down on my back with his free hand as he adds another finger in my ass. A loud slap rings through the air as he spanks me, and it’s just enough to send me over the edge again.
Luke takes that moment to pull out of my pussy and he presses his cock against my virgin hole. It stings a little, but if it’s anything like how it feels after the stretch of adding another finger, I know I’m going to love the feeling.
Breathing deep, I force myself to stay as loose as possible as he slowly sinks into me, pausing whenever I hiss to let me get used to his size.
He moans when he’s fully inside me and a shiver runs through me at feeling so full.
“Fuck, Siren,” he hisses and I purposefully clench, wanting to feel his reaction.
He moans again and his hands tighten on my hips. Finally, he starts moving and again, it stings a little at first, but like I suspected, it soon gives way to pleasure.
I push back, meeting his thrusts and he finally gets the hint. For some reason, I need him hard and deep today.
“You want me to pound this gorgeous ass, Siren?”
“Yes, please,” I damn near sob as I feel another orgasm building.
Luke grips my hips so hard I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. He pulls back and I cry out as he thrusts back in faster and harder than he had been doing before. I hope like hell no one can hear me, but soon all thought is wiped from my mind as Luke takes me hard. I’m sure I’m going to be feeling this later, but I don’t give a fuck.
Another loud slap fills the air, then another, and another as Luke smacks my ass.
“Fuck, your ass looks good, all nice and red. Maybe I should get a flogger and really turn this ass red.”
A shiver works through me as I imagine Luke tying me up and using a flogger on various parts of my body. With my history, it’s surprising that I’m actually looking forward to it, but this is Luke. He’d never purposefully hurt me. The image of Luke using a flogger on me has me cresting once again and I vaguely hear Luke cursing before I feel the warmth of his cum filling me.
He slumps down over me but uses his hands to keep from crushing me. He kisses my spine which has me shivering again and him moaning as I clench around his sensitive cock.
Luke slips out of me and I collapse in a heap on the bed. He comes back in with a washcloth and cleans me up. I barely have the strength to climb under the covers, and when he wraps me in his arms, I’m out like a light.
A few hours later, we wake up and my stomach growls angrily at me. Looking over at the clock, I realize it’s a little past one o’clock. Luke rolls me over and leans down, kissing me. I can feel myself getting wet again, but my damn stomach ruins it by growling again.
Luke chuckles. “Let’s get cleaned up, grab some food, and go find our kids.”
My heart warms at him calling them ‘our’ kids, but he must see something on my face because he sobers almost immediately.
“I’m so sorry I made you doubt me this past week, Mary. I meant it when I said you and the kids are my everything. My heart. My world. I’ll do my best to never make you feel like that again.”
I swallow thickly as I nod. “It cut me to the core when you suddenly started shutting me out. Before, you’d tell me if you could or couldn’t tell me things, and if you could, then you’d give me the cliff notes version. I can handle it if you tell me I can’t know something, but when you go radio silent… That’s what I can’t handle. We’re supposed to be in this together.”
He kisses me and when he pulls back, his fingers caress my cheek.
“Promise I’ll do better. And if you’re feeling like I may be slipping, call me out on it. I might not even realize I’m doing it like this past week. I don’t ever want to hurt you, Mary.”
Wrapping a hand around his neck, I pull him down for another kiss.
It quickly turns heated and he easily slides in between my thighs.
This time, we take our time, and he makes love to me nice and slow and tender as he worships my body.
When we both come together, he kisses me deeply before carrying me into the bathroom, his cock still inside of me. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, never wanting this to end. For Luke to be my one and only for the rest of my life.