Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NOVA
On the ride back, I felt more relaxed. I kept my hands on his shoulders, still not sure if it was the right thing to do. We come to a stop at traffic lights, and as I casually look around, my eyes land on a truck. Dread creeps up my spine as my eyes land on the plate, realising whose truck that is. I look through the window and see Dean sat there in the driver’s seat. He looks over this way and I instantly wrap my arms around Spider’s waist, gripping his T-shirt tightly in my hands. Our eyes connect and a slow smile spreads across Dean’s lips.
“Go,” I order Spider.
Spider turns his head. “What?” he asks.
“Go,” I say, panicked.
“Sweetheart, I can’t,” he declines. “It’s a red light.”
“Just go! Please just go!” I beg.
Spider doesn’t ask why. As he looks ahead at the traffic for an opportunity, he can clearly sense my panic and speeds off. Cars and trucks skid to a stop as Spider swerves through them, their horns blaring angrily behind us.
I look back over my shoulder to see Dean’s truck swerving around the cars. “Faster!” I yell.
Spider looks down in his mirror, and as he sees the truck following us, he pulls down on the throttle, increasing our speed. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he yells over his shoulder. I grip onto him tighter as he swerves in and out of traffic. Dean’s truck tries to overtake cars to keep up with us. Spider takes a sharp left turn, and as I feel the back tyre skid out, I worry we are going to crash, but Spider thankfully regains control of the bike. He makes a few more turns before he pulls the bike onto a driveway.
After pressing a button, the garage door opens, and he rides us in, immediately closing the garage behind us. He turns off the bike and I quickly get off, my entire body feeling like it’s shaking. Spider takes my hands and leads me through a door to further inside the garage. He walks over to the window and tilts the blinds so that no one can see in. I watch as he takes a moment, peering through them.
“The truck is passing the house,” he states, watching as it passes. “It’s gone,” he states after a moment. The only sound in the room is his chest heaving from the adrenaline.
I don’t say anything. I’m trembling too much. Spider turns around to face me and as he sees my distress, he steps towards me and unclasps the helmet. After chucking it on the couch, he cups my face in his palms.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” he coaxes.
“I, my heart,” I pant.
“It’s the adrenaline. Just take calm breaths,” he instructs, stroking his thumb across my cheek. My hands are shaking, and after he lets go of my face, he pulls me into his arms, holding me tight, his hand stroking up and down my back.
I rest my cheek against his chest, his steady heartbeat soothing me. Looking up at him, I watch as his green eyes flicker down to my mouth. My hands glide under his T-shirt, touching his bare skin, my gaze locking to his mouth.
Like a switch, he snaps and removes one of his hands from my back. He grabs my face while colliding his lips to mine. His tongue invades my mouth, duelling with my own.
I grab the hem of his T-shirt and start to lift it. We break the kiss as he helps me remove his T-shirt, and as I throw it on the floor, both of us are panting. My hands are frenzied as I desperately try to undo the belt on his jeans. Finally, I manage to undo it. Unbuttoning his jeans, I reach inside and wrap my hand around his thick hard girth. He groans as I pump my fist a few times. He grabs my skirt and bunches it around my waist before he grabs my behind and lifts me. I let go and grip onto his shoulders as he presses me against the wall.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, he tugs his jeans down and reaches between us. His finger slowly glides under the seem of my underwear. I whimper at his delicate touch before he yanks hard, ripping my underwear off. He presses the head of his cock at my entrance, and as I begin to trail kisses along his neck, I push my hips against his, desperately wanting him to fill me. He moves his hands back to my behind and thrusts his hip forward, completely filling me.
I gasp and he groans as he fills me. I grip his shoulders tight as he fucks me without abandon, pumping in and out of me over and over again. His fingers are digging into the flesh of my behind, and it is fast, brutal, and completely feral.
“Fuck,” I moan as he relentlessly fucks me. My body feels alive, like every touch and every thrust ignites a fire within me.
“Fuck sweetheart, you need to cum for me,” Spider pants. My walls tighten and my legs clamp tighter around his waist as my orgasm begins to build. Spider groans deep in his chest. “Now. Fuck, cum for me,” he growls.
My orgasm erupts, every muscle in my body tensing as the pleasure ignites my body.
Spider continues to slam into me. “Fuck,” he groans as he climaxes, his hips now slow as he pumps his release inside me.
I try to catch my breath as Spider pulls out, and as he slowly lowers me to the floor, my legs shake slightly as the post-orgasmic bliss begins to wear off. It’s then that I realise what we’ve just done, and by the look on Spider’s face, so does he.
He turns and pulls up his jeans, doing them up before reaching for his T-shirt. I just stand there, not knowing what to say or do. “Was that him?” Spider asks.
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
“In the truck that followed us. Is that Dean?” he asks.
“Oh yeah, it was Dean.” I nod, remembering why we came to this house in the first place.
Spider nods as he pulls out his phone and peers through the blind, placing it to his ear. “Ghost, yeah we got followed by Dean,” he says. “No, we are at my house.” He pauses, listening to Ghost. “If you must know, I bought it a couple of months ago. I will text you the address,” he says before disconnecting.
“So, this is your house?” I ask, looking around.
“Yeah,” he answers.
I nod. “It’s nice,” I compliment. The atmosphere is awkward as I just stand to one side, avoiding looking at him. “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask.
“Sure. It’s upstairs and on your right,” he says.
I nod and make my way upstairs. Once in the bathroom, I shut and lock the door. “Shit,” I whisper to myself. I clean myself up before washing my hands and as I catch my reflection in the mirror, I see a hicky on my neck. When did he do that? I pull my hair over my shoulders to try and cover it before I make my way downstairs, wondering how I am going to approach the conversation that clearly needs to happen.
Walking into the living room, I see Spider stood there, staring out the window. “Um, I think maybe we should talk about what happened,” I suggest.
Spider doesn’t turn around. “Nothing to discuss. It was the adrenaline. It shouldn’t have happened,” he states coldly.
“Right, right. I’m glad we both agree on that.” I nod awkwardly, agreeing with him. “Maybe one more thing we should talk about,” I say, my gut swirling with anxiety.
He looks at me. “What?”
“We didn’t use anything,” I point out.
His jaw clenches. “You ain’t on birth control?”
I shake my head no. “No, I don’t like messing with my hormones,” I answer.
“Jesus, well if you are fucking pregnant, that might fuck up your hormones,” he snaps.
Feeling my temper rise, I snap back. “Don’t you put all the blame on me. You fucked me without a second thought.”
He shakes his head and scoffs. “You. Fuck! You…” he rants.
“Me what?!” I yell back.
He storms over to me, closing the distance, his face furious. “Not once in my entire fucking life have I ever not made sure my dick is wrapped up. Not fucking once,” he fumes.
“And how exactly is it my fault you forgot?!” I snap back.
“Because you fuck with my head!” he yells, tapping his temple. “You are always there fucking shit up. You piss me off, and you get under my fucking skin,” he seethes through gritted teeth.
“How is any of that my fault? What is it about me that distracts you so much that it causes your life so much fucking trouble?” I ask, crossing my arms.
“You! It’s just fucking all of you. Your eyes, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you feel shy or embarrassed...” He pauses, his gaze burning through mine. “Your scent, how you cook and feed everyone when no one expects it, the way you dress; more so, the way your body looks in those clothes,” he growls.
“I can’t change who I am,” I say softly.
The air between us shifts, and his gaze flickers down to my mouth. My lips part slightly, and as I run my tongue along my bottom lip, my anger soon turns to desire.
“I never want you to change,” he adds as his hand grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back and slamming his mouth down on mine. He backs me up to the couch, laying me down.
I hook my leg over his hip as we continue to kiss. His hand pulls my top down, exposing my breast. Breaking the kiss, he takes my nipple into his mouth. I moan, arching my back and lifting my hips, grinding myself against him.
He lets out a groan deep in his throat before he suddenly lifts his head.
I frown at the loss of contact. “Why have you stopped?” I ask, annoyed. It’s then that I hear the rumble of bikes. “Shit,” I mutter.
Spider jumps off me and I quickly get up, running my hands through my hair. “You might want to cover up,” Spider says, pointing at me.
I look down and see my right breast is nearly fully exposed. “Oh shit,” I say, panicked as I pull my top back up.
A loud knock is followed by Ghost, Hawk, Beast, and Rage walking in. “Yo!” Hawk shouts as they enter.
Ghost’s eyes flicker between Spider and I, trying to get a read on the situation.
“What happened?” Rage asks.
“We were on our way back on the bike and Nova spotted Dean’s truck at the lights. He recognised her, so I ran the red light and brought us here,” Spider explains.
Hawk looks around the room. “Fuck dude, this place is nice. When the fuck did you buy a place in the suburbs?” He laughs.
Spider folds his arms across his chest. “A few months ago,” he answers.
“Why? You never sleep here. You are always at the club. It seems like a waste of money to me,” Rage adds.
Spider raises his brow. “Well, thanks for the financial concern Rage, but it’s an investment. Can we talk about the matter at hand?”
Beast takes a seat on the couch, the couch we were just about to fuck on.
“Well, well, I think you’ve been spending some time here Spider.” Hawk smirks before he bends down and picks up my ripped underwear.
My horrified gaze collides with Spider’s. I want the ground to swallow me up. I’m mortified that Hawk is holding my underwear.
“Nice. I didn’t realise you started dating women that were classy enough to wear underwear,” Beast mocks.
“I didn’t realise Spider dated,” Rage adds.
Hawk bends over, laughing. Rage just stands there and shrugs, his shoulders not getting why Hawk is laughing.
My gaze lands on Ghost’s, watching as his intense gaze flicks back and forth between Spider and I. My stomach sinks at his expression.
He knows.