Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
NOVA
I didn’t know Nash was stood there watching me pretty much fall apart. I felt a loss as soon as Spider put me down and left. I reach up and wipe away my tears, giving Acid a small smile, watching as he runs his hand through his hair. It’s then that it sinks in that his T-shirt is covered in blood.
“Holy shit, what happened?” I ask. It’s also that moment that it occurs to me that Spider was also covered in blood.
Acid sits down next to me, holding his head in his hands before he sighs and turns to look at me. “You love him,” he states.
I frown and shake my head. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Acid scoffs and shakes his head. “All this time, I thought you were just another fuck to him. You know that in the entire time I’ve known him, I have never seen him that worried. Not when we’ve had guns pointed at us, and not even when we had a shower of fucking bullets firing down on us. Even though we knew you were safe inside the club, he was worried about you. He knew you would be scared, and he couldn’t move fucking quick enough to come find you,” Acid states, shaking his head. He pauses and turns his body so he’s facing me. “I fucked up. I thought I was being the brother I should have been, protecting you. When in reality, I should have known my best friend better. I should have trusted him and you.” He sighs. “He’s in the garage. Go to him.” Acid gets up and walks to the door. Stopping, he turns. “I caused you a life of misery. You deserve to be happy,” he states before leaving the room.
I sit there, confused by what he means before I jump to my feet and get up. “Nash?” I call after him, but when I look down the hall, he is nowhere to be seen. I pause for a moment, wondering if he really meant it. I smile, biting my lip and make my way down the hall through the bar and head to the door.
“Where are you going?” Maggie asks.
“Spider,” is all I say before walking out. I jog across the gravelled parking lot to the garage. Opening the door, I walk in. It’s dark due to it being dimly lit, and it’s hard to see as I slowly walk past the bikes and tools. “Luca?” I call out. No response, but I do hear the clink of a bottle coming from the far corner. I walk that way, squinting my eyes. It’s then that I see him sat on some tires, leaning against the wall with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. “Luca,” I call again.
His eyes land on me, a frown on his face. “You shouldn’t be here,” he states.
I step closer to him, stopping just in front of him. “Nash sent me. He told me to come find you,” I say softly. He leans forward and I run my fingers through his dark hair. He drops the bottle to the floor, and the feel of his hands grazing up the back of my legs to my behind is all I need. He pulls me towards him so I’m straddling his lap. His hand tucks my hair behind my ear before cupping my face. I reach out and delicately trace my fingers over the cut above his eye. “What happened?” I ask softly.
His eyes flicker to my mouth. “No talking. I’ve missed this mouth. I’ve dreamt about this fucking mouth,” he states, stroking his thumb along my bottom lip. He leans in closer, his breath tickling across my lips. “Give it to me, sweetheart,” he demands.
I press my mouth to his, reigniting those feelings I’ve been trying so hard to suppress.
His tongue dances with mine as he deepens the kiss. At the same time, he glides his hand down my back to my behind, pulling me closer. Feeling his hard erection beneath me, I begin to rock my hips. He groans into my mouth. I quickly take the leap and break the kiss, lifting myself up slightly and reaching for his fly.
“Sweetheart,” he growls. I look into his eyes.
“Please,” I beg. His gaze searches mine before he reaches between us, freeing his incredible thick hard length. “Wow,” I breathe, looking down between us.
“Sweetheart, you’ve had my dick before,” he states. “Why are you acting so surprised now?” He smirks.
“I didn’t get to see it properly before, but bravo. That’s impressive and so pretty,” I compliment.
“Sweetheart, don’t ever say my dick is pretty again,” he growls.
I bite my bottom lip, smiling as I stand and slide my underwear down my legs, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes dance with desire as I grab the hem of my dress and lift it over my head and drop it to the floor. I stand in front of him completely naked, watching as he sits there, his eyes sweeping over my body while he pumps his fist up and down his cock. I straddle his lap, placing my hands on his shoulders as he positions himself at my entrance. My mouth parts as I slowly lower myself down, taking him inch by inch. I close my eyes as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“Look at me, sweetheart. Eyes on me while my dick is inside you,” he demands.
I smile and open my eyes as I take the last of him. I rock my hips back and forth, making him groan. Needing to feel his body against mine, I tug at the hem of his T-shirt up. He lifts his arms up, helping me remove it. I quickly chuck it to the ground and it’s then that I see his body is covered in bruises from fighting. I delicately trace my fingers across his body, watching his muscles twitch under my touch.
His hands grip my hips as I begin to lift myself up and down his length. He wraps his arms around me, pressing my body to his, trailing his mouth along my neck as I ride him.
“Harder, sweetheart. I want you to ride my dick like your life depends on it,” he growls in my ear. His teeth nips my earlobe, and I quickly pick up the pace, rocking and lifting my hips.
“Oh god,” I moan, closing my eyes as pleasure starts to grow through my body.
“Give me your eyes,” he groans. I quickly do as he says, looking at him through hooded eyes as I ride him with abandon, taking what my body needs, what it’s been craving for weeks. “That’s it, take what you need. Come apart on my cock,” he pants. Pleasure begins to erupt, and my walls start to tighten around him as my orgasm crashes through my body.
“Oh fuck, I’m cuming,” I cry out.
“Say my name, sweetheart,” he orders.
“Luca, fuck!” I cry out as the pleasure continues to wash over me. After a long moment, I slow as my body begins to relax.
“Shit,” Luca groans as he lifts me off his dick. He reaches between us, pumping his hand up and down his shaft, chasing his release. “Fuck, fuck,” he groans before he cums.
His green eyes are hooded with arousal as he watches me, his chest heaving. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than you right now,” I state.
He smiles as he slowly wipes his cum from his stomach and holds his finger up to my lips. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he demands. I open my mouth, and as he places his finger inside, I close my lips around him, sucking his arousal off, moaning at the taste.
He shakes his head. “No sweetheart, you’re wrong. Watching you take my cum in your mouth is fucking beautiful. Watching you come apart on my cock while screaming my name is fucking stunning.”
A loud bang on the metal door makes me jump. “Pres said get you dick back in your pants and come to church,” Hawk yells through the door before laughing.
“This isn’t over. You are coming home with me tonight,” he states as he helps both of us stand.
“What? You want to go again?” I ask, smiling.
He stops buttoning up his jeans and cups my face, a smile on his face. “Sweetheart, we are going to go again and again and a-fuckin-gain,” he says before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Now, get dressed before the prospects start wanking over the security footage,” he says. Stepping back, he points to the camera.
“Oh my god!” I screech, grabbing my dress. “Why didn’t you say something?” I ask.
He grabs his top, but doesn’t bother to put it on. “There was nothing that was going to stop me from fucking you, sweetheart,” he says. Grabbing my hand in his, he leads us out.
“How are you not drunk?” I ask. “You drank like half a bottle of whiskey,” I point out.
“I can handle my drink,” he adds. Opening the door to the club, he gestures for me to go first and as soon as we step foot inside, we are greeted with loud cheers and hoots. I cover my face in his chest to hide my embarrassment. He laughs, kissing the top of my head.
“You certainly like to pick your fucking moments.” Hawk laughs.
“Just tell me it wasn’t in that Cadillac I’m working on?” Beast asks.
“No. When did you all get back?” Spider asks.
“While you were procreating in the garage,” Rage states.
“Jesus Christ, can we change the subject?!” Acid protests, walking up to us. Him and Spider exchange a look. “The only reason I have given in is because she’s smiling. I haven’t seen her that happy since I’ve been back, but you fucking hurt her and I will slit your throat,” Acid threatens.
“Brother, if I hurt her, I will slit my own fucking throat,” Spider counters.
“Okay, enough with the mushy shit. Hurray, they fucking sorted their shit out. Now we can get on with shit that matters. Like fucking church!” Ghost barks.
“Star, you refusing him sex or something? He’s a grumpy fuck,” Hawk asks Star as he walks across the bar to church.
“I’ve never refused him. He knows I will ride him anytime, anywhere,” Star beams. “So, to answer your question, he is just a grumpy fucker.” She smiles.
Spider leans down and gives me a chaste kiss. “Won’t be long.” I nod and go to sit on the couch with the others.
“Man, that’s going to take some getting used to. I’m fighting every urge in me to not punch you in the fucking face,” Acid states as he walks with Spider.
“Can I just say that you two have given me grey hairs! From the moment you stepped foot into this club, every one of us could see the spark between you, apart from you dumb fucks,” Star states. Queenie and Maggie laugh. “I mean alright, we will let you off with the whole Acid being your brother thing, because that had reason for it to go tits up. Especially with these lot,” Star continues. “Actually, you know what? The only time they have fucking morals is when it affects something that’s theirs.” Star tuts. “Toddlers.”
“Aside from the fact you and Spider have finally accepted your feelings, your ex pimp is a real douche canoe,” Maggie says, scrunching her face up in disgust.
I smile a sad smile. “Yeah, he is,” I agree.
“I haven’t told Ghost what he said, because if I had, there would have been three dead bodies today,” Star states.
“What did he say?” I ask.
“He said, I’m next. After he’s got you, he’s coming for me, and that he is going to do things to me. I stopped listening at that point and just laughed in his face.” Star shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be dragged into this. Maybe I should have just gone out and dealt with him,” I say, feeling awful that I’m bringing this to their doorstep. Star throws her head back and laughs. “Why is she laughing?” I ask, confused.
Queenie smiles. “Because that threat is nothing. Each and everyone here has had problems, issues that has required the club’s help, that required the family’s help, and that is exactly what we are. We are your family. Our help isn’t a favour. It isn’t something you should ever feel bad in asking for or receiving.”
“Oh,” I say, a warm fuzzy feeling swirling around my stomach. “I’ve never really had a family before. Not like this anyway,” I admit.
Maggie gets up and sits next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “Well, you may like it now, but they will get on your last nerve, too. That’s when alcohol helps.” She laughs. “Oh sorry, you’re shit out of luck,” she states when she realises my past battling alcohol. “Maybe there’s a good herbal tea instead.”