Chapter 22
Feather
He’s broken, and I know he is. I can see it in his eyes. The way he looks at me as if he wants to devour me. At other times, it’s like he can’t stand the sight of me. It hurts. It really does.
I took a leave of absence from work so I could spend time with Pike. It’s been hard watching him try to process and grieve. It’s been hard to see him in a place of darkness when I know he’s not always like this. It hurts me to see him this way.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” I turn my head and see Free sitting next to me.
“What else can I do for him? He’s distant.”
“He’s hurtin’. We all are but what he had to witness is far worse than we could have imagined,” he tells me.
“I know he is. And I want to help him.”
“You are, Feather. You’re here. That’s enough for him right now.”
“Is it?” I don’t feel like it is anymore. I don’t feel like me being here is helping him at all.
“Yeah, it is. You don’t see it, but it is.” He lays a hand on my shoulder just as Pike turns to look at us. I can feel the fire in his gaze from across the room, and I shiver. Pike shoves off the stool he’s been sitting on and stalks toward us, grabbing my wrist and dragging me from the chair. In seconds, he has his arms around me, crushing me to him.
“What’s this about?” I ask.
“This is me needin’ you.”
“You have me.”
“Didn’t look that way,” he snarls. He’s angry, and there’s no reason to be.
“Don’t do that, Pike. I only want you.”
“Is that right? Show me.”
“How?”
“I don’t need to tell you how, Jailbait. Just do it.” It’s more of a demand than anything, and I step back out of his arms, unsure what to do. Pike crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me. I don’t know what he wants from me, but I will do what I can.
“What Pike?”
“Suck my cock.”
“In front of everyone?” I won’t do it. I won’t let him push me that far. He knows I’m here for him and only him. I shake my head as he watches me.
“Is that a no?”
“You go to the room, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“No. I said here. Everyone is gonna know you’re mine, Feather.”
“They already do.”
“I don’t think so. Get on your knees,” he demands. This isn’t him. This isn’t the Pike I fell for, and I refuse to let him push me to do this. I shake my head once more as he smirks at me.
“You tellin’ me no, Feather?”
“I am. I’m not doing this in front of everyone.” In seconds, he’s in front of me, shoving me to the floor. My knees hit the floor as I glare up at him.
“It’s not hard, Jailbait. If you don’t wanna do it, someone else will.” His words burn a hole through me. He wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t do this. Ignoring his words, I try to stand back up, but he presses on my shoulders to keep me down.
“What the hell are you doin’?” Van asks.
“I want her to prove to everyone she’s mine.”
“We all know that Pike. It’s the medicine mixed with the fucked up shit in your head tellin’ you otherwise. Don’t do this to her.”
“Why not? She’s mine.”
“We all know she’s yours.”
“Is that why Free had his hand on her?”
“He was being friendly,” I tell him. His eyes jerk back to mine and hold there. He starts to undo his belt when Van moves. He shoves him back a step and reaches for me, pulling me off the floor.
“You’re not this guy, Pike! Don’t take your bullshit out on her. She doesn’t deserve that,” he roars at him. Pike stops what he’s doing and looks around the room like a caged animal. It takes seconds before he’s swiping all the bottles off the bar, a crash ensuing. He turns and stalks toward the back of the clubhouse as everyone turns to watch him. He isn’t taking this well, and maybe my being here isn’t helping either.
“I should go.”
“Don’t let him push you out, Feather,” Van tells me.
“He clearly doesn’t want me here.”
“He’s not okay in the head, darlin’. He’s fucked up. You gotta give him a little room for that.”
“That’s why I should go,” I tell him. He shakes his head.
“No. You should go to your man and let him know he can’t treat you like that. That he can’t force you into shit that you don’t wanna do. Stand up to him.” Stand up to him. I can do that. It’s Pike.
I nod my head and walk back toward the rooms and straight into his. That’s where I find him, lying on the bed with his arm thrown over his eyes.
“You can’t do this to me. I won’t let you.”
“I know,” he says softly.
“Then why push me?”
“I don’t know, Feather.”
“Do you want me gone? Is that what this is?”
“I didn’t say that,” he says.
“Then what the fuck is it? You can’t treat me like that, Pike. I won’t let you. Blake treated me like shit, and now you’re trying to.” He moves his arm and sits up quickly.
“Are you comparin’ me to him?”
“The way you’re acting? Yes.”
“Don’t you dare, Feather. I’d never force you to do the shit he did.”
“You just tried, Pike!”
“Fuck. Fuck!” He growls before standing and coming toward me. He grabs my face in his hands and holds me there, looking me in the eye.
“I’m fucked up, Feather. I’m … fuck, I’m sorry.”
“You can’t do that to me, Pike.”
“I know, baby. I know that. Shit, this is so much harder than I thought it would be.” I nod my head. I get that. I understand where he’s coming from.
“I know it is. But you can’t treat me like shit and make it all better, Pike.” Before I can say anything further, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. He kisses me soft and slow at first. Then, he increases the pressure and intensity of the kiss. His tongue slips past my lips, and I moan. Pike pulls back and stares at me.
“I wanna be inside you. I need it,” he says, his tone low and gravely.
“Okay.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” The next thing I know, Pike is stripping us both out of our clothes and laying me on the bed. He climbs between my legs and spreads them wide for him. Then he’s thrusting into me. My nails graze his back, careful not to hurt him where he’s already bruised.
He pants in my ear, caressing my ear lobe with his lips before sucking it into his mouth. I moan louder this time as he continues to thrust into me. His slow, easy strokes have me on edge. I need more. I want more, and I know he does, too.
“You can fuck me, Pike.”
“I am fuckin’ you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“You want it harder, darlin’? Just ask.”
“Please, Pike. I need it,” I nearly beg him this time. He sits up, taking my legs over his shoulders before he pounds into me. Our bodies slap together, creating the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard. He takes me just like I wanted him to. No, needed him to.
“Fuck, Pike!” I scream his name as he hits the right spot inside me. My body trembles as he takes me faster and faster. I cling to him, holding on for the ride but he isn’t finished with me yet. He pulls out of me and quickly flips me onto my stomach, pulling my ass up in the air. Then he’s back inside me, and I’m clenching the pillows in my hands. He takes me hard, hitting every part deep inside me. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt so full and sated in my life.
“Please, Pike.” I don’t care that I’m begging. This is what he does to me. He reduces me to begging for release, and I gladly do it.
“You wanna come all over my fat cock, Feather? Is that what you’re beggin’ me for?”
“Yes! Please,” I cry out as he takes me faster. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as I hold on for the ride. Then his hand sneaks around my waist and finds my clit. My body nearly explodes just from the contact. Quickly, he begins to circle it and flick it, and I find myself closer to exploding around him.
“Oh God, yes. Just like that,” I pant as I feel the familiar burn inside me. Then, one last thrust and circle of his hips, and I’m gone. I come hard, squeezing the pillows in my hands while I scream his name. Pike keeps thrusting and thrusting until I feel him swell. I know he’s ready to come, and god, do I want him to. I want to be full of him. I’ve never wanted a man like I do Pike.
“Do it, Pike. Fucking come in me,” I coax him. He grips my hips tighter in his hands, and a few more rough, hard plunges into me, and he’s falling apart with a growl.
“Fuck, Feather,” he groans as he fills me. I pant, trying to catch my breath as he jerks inside of me. When he pulls out, my body drops onto the bed with him right next to me. He throws his leg over mine and his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He nuzzles his face in my hair and sighs.
“Did I hurt you?”
“In a good way.”
“Good. That’s the only way I want to hurt you, Feather.”
“I know. This is a lot for you, and I understand that.”
“You don’t understand it because you didn’t have to see it, but I’m glad you’re here. I don’t want to be without you. I know I said you could stay at my place, but I need you here,” he admits, causing my heart to swell.
“I want to be here too, Pike. With you.”
“Did you not like my place?”
“I did, but it got lonely. I guess I’m not used to living alone,” I tell him.
“That’s understandable. You don’t have to now.”
“What happened to me having some space?” I giggle a little. I know he agreed to it before, but I wonder what changed now?
“No. I need you here. You can’t leave even if I have to tie your ass to my bed,” he tells me.
“I might like that.”
“Don’t tease me, darlin’.”
“Go to sleep, Pike. I’m not going anywhere.”