Chapter Six
Kyle
The candles are burning, the wax just starting to drip down the sides.
I glance at the door to the bedroom, then sigh, the flickering flames pulling my attention back to the spread.
I grabbed a few things to make a pasta dinner from the grocery store next to the restaurant, and some flowers, and now it all sits waiting for the girl who seems to be hiding from me.
She’s stalling.
I’ve contemplated seeking her out, but I decided to give her space instead.
Something happened in that restaurant, and it bothers me that she won’t tell me what it was.
Still, I feel an urge to erase the pain and fear I read in her eyes.
I want to spend the last night of our trip together, not worrying about the past or the future but… she’s hiding.
I’m about to knock when the bedroom door finally opens.
“I think I’m going to skip dinner and…”
Vivienne stops in her tracks, those beautiful hazel eyes widening in surprise as she takes in the setup.
She’s dressed in an oversized hoodie and sleep pants with her hair mussed, but she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My heart leaps as I take her in, and…I fall in love with her all over again.
“I was starting to think you’d never come out,” I say, walking over to her, and the mix of surprise and pleasure in her expression lets me know that I did the right thing.
“What’s this?”
“Dinner,” I offer, leaning in and brushing my lips over hers because I can’t fucking help myself. I reach down and take her hand in mine before guiding her to the table. “I noticed that you didn’t really eat much at the restaurant. So how do you feel about sharing a candlelight dinner with me?”
“H-how did you…these are lilies,” she whispers, fingering a petal before leaning in to sniff the flower, though I imagine she doesn’t get much of a scent from the flowers. The scent of tomato and basil and garlic from the pasta is stronger. “No one’s ever bought me flowers before.”
“Do you like them?”
“I do.” She sniffs, and when she turns to me, I see the tears in her eyes. “I love them. Lilies are one of my favorite flowers. I used to live next to a florist when we lived in Chicago, a sweet old lady who would let me play in her shop.”
I pull out the dining chair for her to sit before following suit. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, reaching for her hands across the table and brushing my lips over them. “About your life in Chicago?”
“I don’t remember much. We left when I was only eight.”
I watch her, see the shadows dancing on her face, and decide not to push her into anything.
“I moved to Chicago when I was eight,” I tell her, releasing her hands so I can serve the food.
“My dad had just lost his job and couldn’t pay the mortgage so we moved to Chicago to live with my uncle.
He was a Steel Rebel and lived in the clubhouse, so he let my parents have his house since he wasn’t living in it anyway.
” I serve her some pasta and garlic bread.
“A rival club with a vendetta against my uncle decided to raid the house, and my parents were caught in the cross fire.”
“I'm so sorry,” she whispers, and I realize that I’ve yet again dragged us into the past despite my best efforts not to, but since I’ve already opened the door, might as well go through it.
“My uncle became my guardian, and when I told him I wanted to join the Rebels so I could avenge my parents, he refused.”
“You don’t hate him? Or the Rebels?” She stops, her fork suspended in the air. “Why would you want to join the very people that caused this?”
“They didn’t cause it,” I explain. “The Vipers, who were the rival club at the time, were causing trouble for everyone. Harassing locals and bringing crime into the city. The cops lost control over the situation so the Steel Rebels had to step in. My uncle was an enforcer at the time so he did what had to be done to protect the city. He knew there would be retaliation but he never thought the price for protecting others would come at such a great cost, so no, I don’t blame or resent the Rebels for what happened. ”
“So how did you join if your uncle was against it?”
“I went to college, got a degree, then applied to be a prospect. Those were his conditions if I wanted to join the club,” I say, turning to my own dinner. “He died right after I graduated from college. I’d kept my promise to him, so I became a prospect.”
“Is that what they do? The Rebels. Do they really help people?”
“It is,” I say, and I notice the confusion on her face. “Ask anything you want to know about the Rebels and I’ll answer it.”
“What does my brother do?”
“Other than charm the ladies?” It does my heart good to see the smile that brightens her face.
“He’s the VP of the club, so he helps Saint handle club business and he helps run the bar on the first floor of the clubhouse.
He handles some of the more public-facing aspects of the club. People tend to trust a handsome man.”
“Then they must trust you too.”
I smirk. “Are you saying I’m handsome?”
She blushes, cheeks reddening at my words and fuck, she looks so fucking beautiful under the candlelight.
The conversation flows more easily for the rest of dinner, and I notice that the fear and pain in her eyes are fading.
They’re almost gone when I send her to bed so I can clean up and grab the shower I missed earlier.
I figure she’s already asleep when I finally join her in bed, but she immediately turns to me when I climb in, her mouth seeking mine before I can pull the covers over us.
Heat swamps me as she rolls on top of me and it takes her breasts pressing against my chest to realize that she’s naked.
All my blood rushes south and my cock stiffens in seconds.
“I’ve been waiting for so long,” she whines, rolling her hips over mine.
“Fuck, baby.” I groan into the kiss when I feel her hand slip between us and into my sweatpants. She grabs my stiff cock into her soft hands and starts to stroke me, slowly, her breath fanning my lips as she moves. “I didn’t mean to make you wait. You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“Really?” she whispers, and I hiss when she rubs at my sensitive crown with her thumb, gathering precum onto her palm before sliding it over my length. “I want to try the thing you do to me.”
There’s so much blood pounding in my ear that it takes a second to make out her words. “What?”
“Show me,” she whispers in the dark, brushing her mouth over mine. “The thing you do to me with your mouth? Teach me how to do it.”
Fuuuck!
It’s the words. No, it’s the innocent way they’re spoken that has me nearly ejaculating all over her hand. “You want to suck my cock?”
Silence. “Yes.”
With a growl, I wrap my hand around her waist and spin us around so she’s the one lying on her back.
I grab my cock and stroke it, groaning as I push down the need to come all over her stomach and those pert breasts.
It’s dark, but the window provides enough light to outline her body so I wouldn’t have any trouble knowing where to aim.
“I’ll show you,” I heave, pushing my body up along hers until my knees are bracketing her head, then slowly guiding my cock to that sexy mouth. “Open for me, angel.”
“Okay.”
I groan when her lips part for me, allowing me to sink my throbbing cock into her, pushing only a couple of inches so I don’t overwhelm her.
She moans around my cock, rolling her tongue experimentally around the tip, and I nearly spill on the spot.
“Fuck me!” I growl, my palm slapping against the wall as I fight for control.
“You like that, don’t you? My fat cock in your mouth. ”
“Hmm,” she murmurs, her hands grabbing my thighs as I slide my cock in and out of her mouth, pushing in deeper with every thrust. She gasps and chokes around my shaft, making a mewling sound that drives me to insanity until I can’t take it anymore.
I pull my cock out of her lips and replace it with my mouth, taking her in a deep, possessive kiss that leaves us both gasping for breath.
I love you.
It’s at the tip of my tongue. It echoes so loud in my head that it threatens to drive me to insanity, but it’s the truth.
Frustrated at my own inability to speak those words, I move down her body.
I grab her thighs and bring them to my shoulders as I bury my tongue in her pussy, groaning as her arousal floods my tongue.
She’s wet. Fuck, she’s beyond wet. She’s almost dripping down onto the sheets, so I lap at her juices, her cries echoing in the room as I drag my tongue between her feminine lips, getting drunk off the taste of her.
She comes with a sob when I slide my middle finger into her tightness, shaking violently on the bed as I lick at her clit, teasing it until she’s heaving for breath.
The roaring in my head doubles as I drop her thighs off my shoulders and climb up her body, watching her silhouette as I replace my finger with my cock. Her back arches with a sob when I slap forward, burying all of my manhood into her, and then I let go.
The next several hours fall into a fever dream of wet skin sliding against each other and pleasured groans and sobs echoing through the walls.
I take her from all angles, spinning her on her stomach before bringing her to her knees and hammering my cock into her with the feral speed of a rabid dog.
I lay her on her side, thrusting feverishly through another orgasm, toying with her nipples and teasing her clit, and it’s not until her third that I finally let go.
“Mine!” I roar, the sound tearing out of my throat. My tense muscles burn as I work my flesh into her tightness, pouring all of me into her. Heart, mind, soul, and seed.
“Yours,” she sobs as she thrashes under me, her sex cinching and releasing rhythmically around my cock. So warm and tight. So perfect as she takes all of me into her.
I fall onto the bed next to her, chest heaving, muscles burning with every breath. Viv is still trembling next to me, rough tremors that have me reaching for her and pulling her onto my chest. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, kissing her damp temples.
“I don’t know,” she pants. “I…I didn’t know sex could be like that.”
I chuckle. “There are so many ways to make love. I’ll show you every single one of them.”
She yawns. “You promise?”
The word is loaded. She wants my assurance that we’ll have something once we get to Chicago.
At least I think that’s what she’s asking of me, but I’m afraid to promise her this.
I know I’ll have to fight my club’s VP just to keep his sister, and I’m not certain all will end well.
It could mean losing my spot in the Steel Rebels MC.
A spot I’ve worked for tirelessly for, for two years.
Hell, I was working for the spot way before I became a prospect.
Would I give that up for her?
I pull her tighter against me and kiss her brows. “I promise,” I rasp, accepting the fact that Vivienne has become the most important thing in my life. And with that thought, I allow myself to drift to sleep.
I’m startled awake by a loud noise from outside the front door of the cabin.
I don’t think I’ve been asleep for longer than five minutes, but when I open my eyes, there’s light streaming into the room.
Fuck, I guess I did sleep through the night.
Still, it’s too early to be up and besides, it seems like it’s still snowing outside.
My brows draw together as I try to figure out what the hell woke me up, when there it is again.
A loud banging from the front door. I groan, turning to the naked girl snuggled up to my side.
It’s tempting to ignore whoever it is and stay in bed to enjoy the press of Viv’s body against mine a while longer, but something tells me that whoever’s at the door isn’t planning on leaving soon.
“Too loud,” Viv whines into my side.
“I’ll go see who it is and get rid of them, baby,” I say, kissing her shoulder before pulling away. She whines, reaching out for me, so I take her hands and kiss them. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I assure her, letting go, then reaching for my sweatpants and slipping into them.
I’m annoyed as I walk out of the bedroom. It’s probably the owner coming to check in on us, or some nosy neighbor. Whoever the fuck it is, they’re not going to be happy when they see me. It’s with that thought that I yank open the door without even checking to see who’s on the other side.
It’s not until I’m staring down the barrel of gun that I realize that I’ve fucked up.
The man gripping the gun appears to be in his late fifties or early sixties with a potbelly big enough to make him appear pregnant. He has thinning white hair and eyes as cold as ice.
Rick.
I don’t need an introduction. From the way his eyes darken when he sees that I’m shirtless, and the frown on his face deepens when he sees the scratch lines on my shoulder, I realize that I’m staring at the man who has haunted Vivienne from the second I met her.
And I didn’t even have to hunt him down. No, he just brought himself to my doorstep. One of us is going to leave this cabin in a body bag, that’s for sure!
He’s practically spitting as he says, “Where’s that little bitch?”