4 – Ciara
H is hard body is on top of mine as I stare up at him, both of us slick with sweat after sex that was utterly mind blowing. The moment we got back to my room, he had me against the wall, my legs around his waist, his cock deep inside me once more. His need for me is terrifying, and yet I can’t get enough of it.
Once he finished with me against the wall, we fell onto my bed and the kissing started. Before long, we were fucking again.
He hasn’t fucked me like this for so long, I wondered if he still had it in him.
I won’t lie, though, it does worry me.
Everything about him is worrying me right now.
“As much as I love having you here,” I say, reaching up and swiping a sweaty piece of blond hair from his forehead, “I am worried about you.”
I hook my legs around his hips so he can’t escape, because I know he’ll try. His cock is still inside me, and I can feel the warm liquid trailing out and onto my bedsheets. I make a mental note to wash those myself before I leave.
“Nothin’ to worry about,” he murmurs, moving his arms beneath my head, scooping it up like a treasure.
He brings his lips down to mine, trying to cut off the conversation.
I kiss him for a long moment before gently pushing back.
“Stop avoiding, Danny.”
He growls, rolling off me.
I try to hang on, but I know he’ll just take me with him, so I reluctantly release him. He pushes up and sits on the end of the bed, his muscled frame illuminated by my lamp. God, I love him. I just wish he would tell me what goes through his head. He’s the most stubborn man I’ve ever met, and I know if he doesn’t want to speak, no amount of begging from me will make him.
“Don’t like bein’ away from my woman. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”
“As much as I’d like to take you for a clinger, we both know you’re not.”
He turns, shooting me a look that makes me giggle.
“Careful, Tom Cat.”
I love it when he calls me that.
“Come on, just talk to me,” I say, moving up and pressing my cheek against his warm back as I exhale.
“Club business. Nothin’ for you to worry about.”
“If you don’t start talking, I won’t answer my phone,” I dare say.
He turns, forcing me back. “Don’t threaten me, baby. It won’t end well for you.”
I huff. “Fine, but you can’t storm in here like this every single time I don’t answer. I’m busy, you know.”
“Busy gettin’ drunk in a bar where I can’t watch you.”
“I’m not three.”
He pushes to his feet, gathering his things. “I’m not discussin’ this.”
The urge to roll my eyes is huge.
Once he’s dressed, he turns to face me. Leaning down, he takes my chin in his hand and brings me in for a kiss. “Got to get back to our babies. I’ll call you tomorrow. Answer.”
With that, he turns and leaves.
Fucking bikers, I swear.
Pushing out of the bed, I pull my phone from my purse. I see all the missed calls, but really, there isn’t that many. A message from Paulie has me chuckling as I open it.
P – My word. That man of yours got my knickers in a twist. Tell me he took you outside and showed you who is the boss. Oh my.
P – You’re not answering. I’m going to take that as your answer. Right now, he’s doing wicked things to you.
P – He’s not murderous, is he? Should I be scared?
P – Okay, you better message me back because my fantasies are quickly turning into some kind of terrible horror movie.
Laughing, I shake my head as I respond.
C – I’m alive. Your first guess was correct.
He responds immediately.
P – I’m going to need every detail. And when I say every detail, I mean EVERY detail.
C – I’m not sure if I should be scared or flattered? You’re not going to steal my man and hold him captive are you...
P – How did you know? Did you see my basement?
Giggling, my fingers fly over the keypad.
C – Oh, I thought that was for some kind of role play. I’ll give him a warning. Just a heads up, he’s pretty moody so you’ll probably have to drug him.
P – Noted. Tell me, do those lips taste as good as they look.
C – You’ll have to wait and see.
With a laugh, I switch off my phone and take my towel, heading to the showers. I don’t love the idea of sharing a shower, but they’re secure and nice, so I can’t complain. It’s late, and the shower block is outside of the dorm building, so I’m certain I should be alone. Shuffling quietly down the hall, my towel over my shoulder, I walk outside the main door and to the left, into the female shower. I find a cubicle and step inside. Closing and locking the small door, I hang my things up and turn the shower on.
Stripping out of my clothes, I step in and let the warm water rush over me.
Just as I finish up and turn the water off, I hear the creaking of the main door, alerting me that someone is coming in. I hear hushed voices and quietly get dressed as they near closer. It’s only when they are close that I can hear the low rumble of a male voice. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but it’s definitely a man. Eyes widening, I go dead silent, not wanting a man to know I’m in here alone.
Then, I hear a female voice, and I can sense she is distressed.
“There is no one in here, it’s too late,” she hisses. “It’s the only place we can talk.”
He is whispering, clearly very close to her ear, because I can’t hear what he’s saying. She talks back, her words muffled, and then she just loses it. A wail leaves her lips and she cries out, “You can’t do this to me. I love you. We have been through so much together. If you’re going to do this, then you know what I’ll do. You know I won’t stand for it. God dammit. Don’t leave.”
After that, her voice becomes muffled and there are some scuffing sounds before the door opens and slams closed again. Only when I’m certain I’m alone do I step out, carefully looking around to make sure there is nobody else here. I take my things and quickly get the hell out of there. When I step outside, there is nobody to be seen. The night air is cool, and the campus is quiet.
Exhaling, I use my keycard to get back into the dorm.
Poor girl. I don’t know who she was fighting with, but I do know it was clear he was breaking up with her.
That sucks.
I’ve forgotten the drama that comes with being back around people of this age group.
Something to look forward to, I suppose.
CLASS THE NEXT DAY is rough.
By the time I get through the first one, my head is pounding. I know I drank way too much last night and didn’t get enough sleep. Considering it’s my first week, that’s a very bad thing. Moving to Gerard’s class, I try to slink in without anyone noticing how bad I look. It doesn’t work, though, because I’m the first person in the door and he immediately notices me.
He grins as I shuffle to my seat at the front. “Rough night?”
“Something like that,” I mumble. “I forgot what it’s like to drink with college kids.”
“You’re not that much older.”
I shoot him a look. “No offense, sir, but I’m too old to be carrying on like that.”
He laughs. “Some of us have to learn the hard way. Here, I have these electrolytes I keep in my desk for any days I’m sick. Mix one in your water, it will help.”
He moves to his desk and pulls out a sachet of lord knows what, but I don’t question it. I take it off him and empty it into my water, watching it go a pale-yellow color. Then I take a long drink and lean back in my chair, praying it works before my head actually decides to explode.
“I won’t tell if you need a minute and you’re late.”
Waving a hand, I shake my head. “No, I’m tougher than this.”
He laughs. “Well, I admire your strength.”
Finding my seat, I manage to get through the lessons. By the time the afternoon comes, I am utterly exhausted and take myself to bed as soon as the sun goes down. I don’t move a single inch all night, and when I wake in the morning my body aches. God, when did I get so damn weak? I used to be able to party like the best of them and here I am, acting like I just ran a damn marathon.
Packing up my things, I take the car ride home slow.
I’m ready to see my babies.
Two days is just enough that I don’t go completely crazy.
Arriving at the club, I turn the car off and get out. Spike told me he’d be here with the kids this morning before he took them to daycare, and I’m not missing the chance to hug them. I need little boy hugs and baby squishes.
I see little Danny first, he comes running out of the main house, clearly having seen me. His little eyes light up as he runs toward me, his arms flailing out the sides, his run enough to have me laughing as I lean down and scoop him into my arms. I kiss his cheeks over and over, cheeks that still have this morning’s breakfast on them. Danny is the meaning of little boy, and I love his fiery spirit.
He's just like Spike.
“I missed you baby,” I say, squeezing him.
“Mommy!” he cries happily, giving me a big grin.
Spike walks out of the main house carrying Mercy, her chubby cheeks bouncing with every step he takes. Holy sons-of-anarchy-hot-biker-showdown. I stare at my man and my heart skips a beat. With his bandana, dark sunglasses, tight black tee, and low hanging jeans, I almost want to skip all the rest and go rip his damned clothes off. But then my daughter smiles, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face as I carry Danny over. Stopping in front of them, I use my free arm to lean in and bring my baby girl’s face to mine where I kiss her cheeks. She babbles something incoherent and reaches for my necklace.
“You goin’ to give me that kind of attention,” Spike murmurs, leaning in and brushing his lips over mine.
Danny giggles, earning him a grin from his dad.
Gosh, when they smile at one another, they’re twins.
“You’ll get your attention later.”
“Ohhh, you’re back!”
Serenity comes rushing out with Ava on her hip, a beaming smile on her face. “Tell me everything. Leave nothing out. I will live through you.”
“I’ll tell you everything, but not until I’ve gone home and slept a few hours.”
“Hungover, baby?” Spike grins.
“It’s day two, and I still feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I’m ashamed.”
Serenity scrunches her nose. “That is shameful. We need to get you back on the train.”
“What train?” Addison appears from around the side of the house with Cade following her. Her cheeks are flustered, and his hair is messy. I choose not to ask what they were just doing behind the house.
“The alcohol train,” Serenity fills in. “Our girl Ciara is getting weak.”
“Gasp,” Addison laughs. “We can’t have that.”
“It’s okay,” I say, waving my hand. “I’ll get plenty of practice while I’m there. I forgot what it’s like to drink with people who are young and fresh.”
“Tell me, how was it?”
I put Danny down and watch as he runs off chasing a butterfly. Reaching for Mercy, I take her from Spike’s arms and then hook an arm through Addi’s and nod at Serenity. “Come with me, I’ll tell all.”
Spike gives me a look. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
Addison shoots him a look. “Calm down, you saw her one day ago. It’s my turn.”
I giggle.
It’s good to be home.