12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Gwynee looks at me with unshed tears glittering in the creases of her eyes, her hand wrapped up in Sissy’s. The two of them seemed to have bonded through the chaos of the day together. “Is she okay?”
“Doc seems to think she’ll recover, but she needs more care than we can give her. He knows a place that will take her in.”
“That’s good.” My woman looks hopeful, and so does my girl.
It’s been a long fucking day that’s wearing on all of us. “You still want me to drive you home?”
“I don’t care if you stay,” Sissy tells her.
“Thanks, but I should probably go home and get dinner and a shower.”
“How about I treat you both to dinner and we can drop you home after?”
“Can we get Mi Hacienda?” Sissy questions and I glance at my watch.
“That okay with you?” I ask Gwynee.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you guys want.”
“We’ll take the cage.”
Her brows shoot up to her forehead. “The cage?”
“Biker slang for his truck,” Sissy tells her, and it warms something deep inside of me to see my girl being nice to Gwynee.
Sissy files into the small backseat of my truck without complaint. Gwynee and I climb into the front and I have to give her a boost due to her short stature. She scoots close to the center console and when I climb in, she places her hand over mine before I start it up.
“What you did today for Daisy was sweet.”
“Don’t mention it. Did what anyone would.”
I notice Sissy in the rearview mirror, listening and observing us.
“No. It’s not. Few people would go to the level of extra care you sought for her. Most people would turn a girl like that out on the street and hope for the best.”
“It’s nothing I wouldn’t want someone to do for Lucie or Sissy if they found themselves in a bad spot.”
The hostess at the restaurant gives us a curious look, but I’m used to the stares and whispers from the people in this town. They can talk all they want, but they all know nobody fucks with the Kings.
She seats us at a table in the back, away from all the murmurs and glances and I’m grateful for it. She just earned them an extra tip. While I don’t mind the gossip, I don’t want to be on display for them like a show with their meal.
Sissy orders her favorite. The steak enchiladas. Gwynee orders chicken fajitas. I get the steak and seafood fajita platter for two. I’m a big man and I like to eat.
Our server, Tessie, brings me a bottle of Modelo, a margarita for Gwynee, and a soda for Sissy. I watch her eyeing Gwynee’s drink when she excuses herself to the restroom. “Don’t even think about it, girl. You want a virgin daiquiri I’ll order you one. But you’re too young for alcohol.”
“It’s been a stressful day. I think I’ve earned a teeny sip.”
“You forget what happened when you snuck down to the bar with Lucie?” I grumble the reminder.
“No.” She slinks back in her chair.
“That’s what I thought.”
Last summer Lucie plied Sissy with liquor, and they decided it’d be a good idea to go skinny dipping in the pool at three in the morning and Sissy nearly drowned. If Hero hadn’t woken up from the commotion, she might not be sitting here.
Gwynee returns from the bathroom, her eyes slightly puffy and bloodshot. She’s obviously been shedding a few tears over Daisy.
I give her thigh a squeeze. “She’s going to be okay. I’ll make certain of it. Once she’s settled in and can have visitors, I’ll take you to see her.”
“Can I come too?” Sissy asks.
“Yeah, if you want to.”
“I do.”
I nod, and our food is brought out.
The three of us dig into our plates, happy to steer away from the heaviness of the day that seems to have settled on all our shoulders. After dinner I drop Sissy back at the house with strict order to go on to bed. She has school tomorrow, and it’s been a hell of a day. She says her goodbye to Gwynee, and I drive my woman to her place without swapping my truck for my bike. I’m bone tired and don’t have the energy.
My truck idles as I pull her in close for a kiss.
“You coming inside?” She questions and as much as I want to, I know she has stuff to do, and I need to head back to the clubhouse and check in on Lunatic. He’s taking the shit that went down with Daisy hard. Blames himself for not keeping a better eye on her.
I knew he had grown fond of her, but hadn’t realized how attached he was becoming.
I shut off my truck and walk Gwynee to her door. Both of us lingering longer than necessary but not quite ready to say goodnight. I give her a quick peck on the mouth that soon turns indecent. Our breath mingles as I explore her mouth with my tongue. Both of us know I’m not going home.
“Maybe I’ll stay for a few minutes.” I grin.
“Mhmm.” She hurriedly unlocks the door.
We stumble across the threshold, lips locked, hands roaming one another’s body.
“Get naked,” I growl, desperate to feel her nude silken skin beneath my touch. Her body trembles with excitement as she kicks her shoes off and peels her tight jeans down the length of her legs.
I’m not far behind her, leaving my clothes in a pile on top of my boots in the small entranceway.
Fuck me, the sight of her is a damn vision. My cell phone rings and vibrates from the pocket of my jeans on the floor. “Fucking hell.” I go for my phone as Gwynee gets started without me, trailing a hand between the valley of her breasts.
I yank the device out of my pocket and up to my ear. “What?” I snap at whoever is on the other end.
“Hey Dad?”
Shit. I soften my tone. “Is something wrong?”
“No. I just wondered if you’re still with Gywnee.”
“Standing in front of her now.”
“Good. Um, I just wanted to ask if it’s okay if I like call her sometimes, you know, to chat about Daisy and stuff.”
“I’ll ask her. Is there anything else?”
“Um. No, I don’t guess so. I think she’s nice.”
“Me too. Talk later, yeah?” I end the call and Gwynee stares at me curious. “Sissy wants your phone number,” I inform her.
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“Apparently. You cool with that?”
“Of course. I kind of love that.”
“I know something you’ll love more right now.”
“And what might that be?”
“I’ll show you.” I take a predatory step towards her, and she takes a step back.
“Have to catch me first.” She takes off like a shot down the short hallway. I find her kneeling naked in the center of her bed, crooking a finger at me.
I prowl to the bed, devouring the sight of her, all sexy and eager to do any naughty thing I desire.
Fuck me, she sets my blood on fire.
I join her on the bed, and we lay down in the center, a tangle of limbs as I kiss down the slender column of her throat, grazing her skin with my teeth.
Gwynee arches into me as I capture a nipple between my teeth, rolling the taut skin gently between them.
“Mmm,” she moans, and the soft sound of her need drives travels straight o my dick.
“How do you want it?” I grip my cock and slap it against her thigh.
“Behind me,” the request comes out breathless as I kiss her.
“That might take longer than a few minutes,” I warn and tease in the same breath.
“I’m counting on it.”
Gwynee rolls to her belly, hiking her ass in the air for me like a bitch in heat, and I’m just as eager. I settle on my knees behind her, teasing at her ass crack with the head of my dick. She wiggles against me, practically begging for it.
I line up and sink into her warmth inch by inch, relishing in her soft and wet cunt that molds to the curve of my cock. My woman rocks against me, unable to get enough.
I grip one of her hips and wrap her silky hair around my fist, giving her a yank as I bite her shoulder playfully. Our bodies slap together, and I reach around to fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples. I can’t wait to have her coming all over my dick. There’s nothing better than the sweet sound of music she makes as I fuck her hard and deep. My woman loves it when I take her roughly and wrap my hand around her throat with possession.
She owns my dick, and my sexy little sugar baby knows it.
When she’s close to her first orgasm, I pull out and flip her over. “Eyes on mine when you come.”
I slide back in, not missing a beat. The warmth of her essence floods me as she gushes for me like a good girl.