16 - Spike
“ I ’ll be in her room for the entire day in case that fucker decides to try and plant somethin’ in there while she’s in class,” I growl, standing in front of the guys, working out a plan to deal with this situation before it gets out of control.
The cops are already on her trail, and if they find one more thing, she’s going down.
I fucking will not let that happen.
“I’ll keep an eye on the car,” Muff nods.
“We’ll have eyes on the campus and surrounding area. We’ll find this fucker, and we’ll make sure he knows he’s messing with the wrong person. Whoever he is is goin’ to wish he didn’t fuck with Ciara,” Cade grunts.
“So we’re clear,” Jackson says with a nod, “we’ll have eyes on her, and Spike will stay with her at night.”
We all agree and then break up to head to our locations.
I’m riding Ciara to school this week, considering she no longer has a working car. That gives me the chance to make sure nobody is doing anything they shouldn’t, not to mention making sure no one is following her. I don’t know who this fucker is, but I know he’s dangerous, and if we don’t find him soon, I am worried about what he’ll do.
If this is related to Cheyenne, I’m going to fucking lose it.
We have already been through fucking enough when it comes to Cheyenne, and this is the last thing we need, more shit coming up to haunt Ciara when she’s finally getting her life back on track. She is slowly building her relationship with her family and things are starting to make sense again.
Fuck the past.
“I’m ready,” Ciara exhales, walking out to the bike with her backpack on.
She doesn’t want to go, and I can’t say I blame her. It’s been fucking rough, and she knows that with every passing day, the cops are working harder to find a reason to arrest her. Once they have her behind bars, we lose our position of power, and there is no fucking way I’m going to let that happen.
“Hey,” I say, stepping in front of her and cupping her face in my hand. “We’re goin’ to find this fucker, and we’re goin’ to bring him down. Nobody is goin’ to take you anywhere.”
She nods, but the doubt in her perfect yellow eyes tells me she’s running out of faith.
“I just wish I knew who it was ...”
“We’ll find him.”
Bringing my lips down to hers, I kiss her long and slow before pulling back. Addison and Serenity are both coming, bringing the kids and staying with Ciara’s parents. I’m certain that they are less than pleased with having so many people in their house, but they do like spending time with the kids so they weren’t going to say no.
Janine is staying behind with Ava and Skye.
It’s only two nights, but we don’t have many other options.
It has to be done.
Climbing onto my bike, I wait for Ciara to get on behind me and then we take off. The open road will do her good; it will let her clear her thoughts and take a minute to breathe. Besides, there is no fucking way I’m risking her driving anywhere alone after what that fucker did to her brakes. She could have been killed, and for that, I’ll gut the cunt.
The drive is long, but relaxing, and by the time we arrive just up the road from campus, I can feel that Ciara has softened a little behind me. She’s less tense, and her body feels warm against mine. Turning off the bike, I wait for her to climb off before following along.
“Do you think this is far enough away that he won’t see that you dropped me off?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re a good few blocks away.”
I can see on her face just how fucking scared she is.
“Hey,” I say, pulling her close to me. “Nobody is goin’ to do anything to you.”
“It’s easy to say that,” she whispers. “It’s not so easy to promise.”
“I fuckin’ promise that nobody is going to do anything to you. Do you hear me?”
She forces a smile, but I know she doesn’t believe me.
I’m going to change that.
I’ll show her what happens when someone messes with my woman.
SHE GLIDES UP AND DOWN on my cock, her perfect tits bouncing in my face as I clutch her close, loving the way her pussy grips me. Hands running up and down the perfectly smooth flesh on her back, I know I’m close. I can feel my release rising with every flick of her hips. Her mouth parts on a moan and judging by how tightly she’s squeezing my cock, I know she’s going to cum soon, too.
“Cum for me, baby,” I growl, leaning down and sucking her nipple into my mouth.
It forms a hard bud, and she moans as she gets closer and closer.
“Come on,” I hum against her flesh. “Fuckin’ explode around me.”
She does, her body tightening then releasing with a tremble and a moan that has my balls pulling up, ready to explode inside her. My growls of satisfaction rumble across her breast as she shudders, pussy clenching and unclenching as she orgasms around me. I can’t hold on much longer, and within seconds, I’m releasing inside her with a feral hiss.
I’ll never get tired of fucking Ciara.
Not ever.
By the time she pulls away from me, my panting has slowed. She stands in front of me gloriously naked, every curve of her body highlighted under the dull bedroom light. Even after two kids, she’s perfect. Her stomach is no longer flat and toned, and she has this little soft spot right below her belly button, and that soft spot is my new favorite part of her. It’s perfect. It gave us life.
She has softer curves where her hips dip, and her bottom is so fucking deliciously round. Having babies took her from having a tight, young body, to a luscious, full, beautiful woman’s body, and I love everything about it. I want to run my mouth over every soft inch, kissing until she writhes beneath me.
“You’re thinking about round two, aren’t you,” she whispers, with a smile.
“I’m thinkin’ about how fuckin’ perfect your body is after the babies.”
She flushes. “You mean this soft little belly?”
She puts her hand on her lower belly and splays it out.
I push to my feet and walk over, pulling her against my body. “That soft little belly is the best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”
Smiling up at me, she looks calm for the first time in weeks. “I need to go.”
“I know.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay here all day? It’s a long time to sit in this tiny room.”
I’m not looking forward to it, but I’d sit in this room for days if it meant finding who is bothering her.
“I’m good. Go.”
She cleans up and then gathers her things before giving me one last longing look and leaving. Staring around the small room, I sit on the edge of the bed and hope this fucker decides he wants to come in today while the dorm is quiet because fuck if I want to sit here for hours and hours.
I pass the time by flicking through the television channels and making some calls in regard to some shipments that are going out this week. Jackson has given me permission to take control of the drug situation, but only if I agree not to kill anyone without clearing it with the other members.
Fair call.
The door creaking has my head whipping around.
I’ve just turned the television off and was getting ready to make another call and the sound has my chest clenching.
I push to my feet quietly, taking a step back and waiting.
Hanging onto my breath, I clench my fists, waiting for this fucker to come in and show his face.
The door creaks open and a shadow appears on the other side.
I move too quickly; I know it the second I do it.
I step out and in one lunge, I’m at the door, jerking it open.
A man in a hoodie is on the other side, but he’s already sensed my presence and has spun on his heel and is charging off down the hall.
“Fuck,” I bark.
I take off after him, but he’s already got a hell of a lead.
Not to mention, he knows where he’s going.
Barking at him to stop, I chase him down the halls and out the front door.
There are no people around, the halls are quiet because everyone is in their classes. Out front, there are a few people getting around, some coming back for lunch. By the time I’m out the front door, I’ve lost sight of him. With an angry bark, I frantically look around, trying to see if I can spot him, but he’s gone.
A young couple are staring at me with wide eyes.
“Did you see a man in a hoodie?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm so I don’t completely scare them.
The man shakes his head.
Fuck .
Fuck .
This is bad.
This is bad because he now knows we’re looking for him, and I just lost the chance to find him.
Pulling out my phone, I call Muff, who is watching the parking lot today.
“Yo,” he answers, and judging by his tone, he hasn’t seen anyone because he’s too calm.
“I lost him,” I growl. “I reacted too quickly, and he got away.”
“Fuck. Did you get a look at his face?”
“No, he was wearin’ a hoodie and turned before I could get a look at him. Did you see anything?”
“He didn’t come through this way; he must have come in from a different entrance.”
“Fuck,” I bark.
“One thing is for sure, he has access to the dorms which means he has to be involved with the school somehow. Otherwise, how the fuck would he get in?”
“Could have an old pass of Alyssa’s,” I say. “Wouldn’t be hard to use it.”
“I think their security is better than that, I would assume they would have collected all her passes back.”
“You’d fuckin’ think so, but I don’t know anything right now.”
“Well, either way, he’s got access, and that isn’t a good thing.”
No.
It fucking isn’t.
We obviously knew he could get in, considering he painted her fucking wall, but we were hoping it might have been a one-time thing, maybe he came in with someone else or still had a pass. But now ... how the fuck is he getting in? Is the security on this place so fucking bad that he still has a pass from someone he shouldn’t?
None of it makes sense.
But it’s getting way too close to home now.