Chapter 3
3
Steal – A Few Months Later
“Colt, I didn’t mean it, I swear,” Cass squeals, and I grin as I chase her around my room, not giving a shit that we’re both still wet from our shared shower, where I ate her out.
I had to barricade the door leading into Anchor’s room just to ensure he didn’t accidentally see my girl naked, something I would gouge his out for if he did, and I know I need to remove the chair and unlock it, but my girl needs punishing first for her sassy mouth.
She jumps on the unmade bed, trying to escape me, and I pounce. I tackle her on the bed, making her squeal and giggle as her towel falls partly open, and I groan, taking her peaked nipple into my mouth.
She gasps as I nip it, then suck it, stopping her attempted escape, causing her to grip my hair instead, and my cock to stand to attention.
“I’m small, am I, Trouble?” I question as I lick up her neck, causing her to moan, then giggle again, replying, “In my defense, it did look small when you climbed out the shower….”
The little minx.
I nip her neck, making her laugh and squirm against me as I remove my towel and place my cock at her entrance, then slowly slide into her tight warmth.
She gasps as her walls squeeze me and I look at her and grin. “Small, huh?”
She chuckles, her hazel eyes sparkling as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
“I love you,” she murmurs, and everything in me freezes as we lock eyes as the words she’s never said before hit me hard in the chest.
Her eyes show her truth, her sincerity shining back at me, and I lower my whole body on top of hers before rubbing my nose against hers, and reply, “Not as much as I love you….”
Her eyes tear up, and I press my lips against hers, tangling my tongue with hers, and instantly, I feel at home as I make love to the woman that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
I chew my bottom lip and spin my phone in my hand as the memory of Cassidy telling me she loved me for the first time repeats in my head.
Fuck, I miss her.
Two months and I’ve barely fucking spoken to her, only getting the odd text back when I’ve messaged her, and each time I’ve gone to her mom’s place or the school, she’s not been there.
Trudy said she couldn’t get a hold of her, either.
She doesn’t answer my calls, and I haven’t seen her since her father’s wake. One moment, I’m at the club bar with the boys while Cass is sitting with Canine’s old lady, Holly, who is suffering from Parkinson’s disease, and the next, a prospect is telling me Cass left.
I went to my room, and her bag was gone, so I went after her, but she wasn’t in her dorm room, and no one had seen her.
The only communication I got after I called several fucking times was her demanding some space.
Anger sears through me yet again that she’s pushing me out instead of leaning on me, causing my body to vibrate while the brothers laugh behind me, enjoying themselves.
My skin itches, my chest tight. I need her, I fucking need her….
I can’t fucking do this anymore; two months’ space is enough. Breathing heavily, I push away from the bar, causing my stool to fall, and the club quiets.
“Son?” my dad questions, but I lift my hand and leave the common room, heading outside to my bike.
Her silent treatment ends today. I know she’s hurting over losing her dad, fuck, Perrie has completely shut Acid out, but I won’t allow Cass to do that to us.
I need her, and I know she needs me. She’s the other half of my soul, just like I am hers.
I climb on my bike and start her when my phone goes off and a lump to forms in my throat as I quickly grab hold of it but groan when I see it’s Faith, not Cass.
The fucking woman is starting to drive me crazy. I’m all for family first and trying to prove myself to the brothers, but she’s taking advantage of it. She’s refusing any other brother to tend to her needs, and just like the club, she’s noticed the distance between Cass and me. I know she’s hoping we’ll pick up from where we left off, but that will never happen.
My cock and I only want one girl.
Shaking my head, I silence the call, put my phone away, and rev my bike, before spinning out of the parking lot.
I have a girl to track down.
I lick my bottom lip before biting it as I lean against my bike, crossing my arms over my chest, and stare at the brick building, watching as students pile out, staring at me, but I ignore them all, my only focus on one girl.
“Come on, Trouble…” I mumble, knowing full well she’s here.
The girl is religious about her studies, and so far, I’ve given her what she wants, I’ve given her space, but that ends now, because I can’t go another hour without having her in my arms.
My stomach tightens when my girl finally emerges wearing her usual jeans and flannel, her dark red hair piled on top of her head, and yes, my cock perks up.
Two months without her tight heat, and it’s showing.
She’s in her own little world, but I narrow my eyes when some guy whistles at her, and even though she ignores him, I still want to fucking kill him.
Does she always get this kind of attention?
Fuck, does she like it?
Cass continues walking down the steps, not looking up, making me sigh. Normally we can sense each other….
“Hey, Cass?” some girl shouts, waving, and Cass looks their way, giving them a wave back, then finally her eyes land on me. She halts in her steps as our eyes lock and I see her swallow from here before she looks left then right, and I frown.
Is she really looking for a way to run from me?
What the fuck?
“Trouble!” I snap loudly, fucking angry that this is the reaction I’m getting from her, causing her eyes to come my way again, and I tilt my head, raising a brow.
She runs, and I’ll fucking chase her and throw her over my shoulder, and she knows this.
I watch her sigh in defeat before she walks my way, and my stomach sinks. Fuck, she’s through with me; I can see it but don’t understand why. I’m doing everything I can between her and the club.
I tell Faith where to go, then the old generation will deem me unfit to take over the club; Faith’s dad was one of them for fuck’s sake, and Cass knows this.
I can’t let my dad down….
I spread my legs when she’s close, but when she stops a few inches away from me instead of between my legs, my patience runs out, and I grip the loops in her jeans and force her forward, making her gasp as she stumbles into me before our eyes connect.
Concern hits me at the bags beneath her eyes, and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close. Even though she doesn’t want to, her body betrays her and relaxes into me, making everything right in my world.
“Two months of silent treatment after you just up and disappeared at your dad's wake is not acceptable, Trouble,” I say lowly, trying to keep my anger at bay, knowing she’s probably struggling without her dad. She doesn’t say anything, and I narrow my eyes at her and snap, “Seriously, Cass, this shit needs to stop. It’s like you haven’t even missed me while I’ve felt like I’ve been dying without you. You are all I can think about!”
She raises a brow, and defiance shines back at me and my cock hardens until she says, “I’m all you can think about? Funny, because it wasn’t me you were thinking about when you spent our anniversary with your old fuck buddy.” And my cock deflates.
I wince. Okay, I’ll give her that. Faith had seen her so-called abuser, and I had to pick her up, the brothers demanding it. She was shaking like a fucking leaf, and I ended up spending the night with her in front of the computer trying to find any CCTV of the guy, but there wasn’t any.
John had called after Faith passed out on my bed, giving me an earful after spending the evening with his daughter, who was upset.
I’d forgotten about our plans, yet again, and felt like shit.
That was the day before John died, when I promised to pick Cass up the next day, but went to Faith instead.
“Cass—” I start, but she cuts me off.
I tense as she snaps, “I’m on your mind all the time, and yet you went to her when you should have picked me up and taken me to the gym where my sister was giving our father CPR, but hey, at least you stayed by my side at my father’s wake because I’m all you’re concerned about right?” My jaw ticks at her sarcasm. She chuckles darkly and finishes, “Oh no, wait, you didn’t stay by my side, instead you allowed her to hang off your arm in front of me, smirking at me the whole time, while I was mourning the loss of my father.”
My mouth parts in shock. Yes, Faith was standing near me, but I didn’t realize she was hanging off my arm.
Surely, I’m not that fucking stupid….
“How are you doing, Steal baby?” Faith asks with a whisper as she grabs my arm, squeezing it tight.
I give her a small smile and reply, “I’m alright. Thanks for setting everything up.”
She grins, leaning on me as she wraps her hands around my arm and says, “Anything for family…” before she leans her head on me and gives me a hug.
I blink when Cass tries to get out of my hold, but I tighten my arms around her, feeling like fucking shit because, yeah, I am that fucking stupid. I didn’t see what Faith was doing. Fuck.
Faith stayed next to me the whole time I stood at the bar while I was giving Cass some space that I knew she’d need. I didn’t fucking realize it looked that bad.
“I love you, Cassidy,” I state firmly, but she doesn’t look up at me. I can feel the tension build, the panicked fear that overwhelms me at the thought of losing this girl. Keeping one arm around her, I cup her face, getting her to look at me. Tears shine in her beautiful hazel eyes, and I fucking hate it.
“I love you,” I repeat. “I know I haven’t been the most attentive boyfriend, but you have to know that you are everything to me.” I lean my forehead against hers. “I didn’t realize how bad it looked, but you should have told me instead of running away, Trouble.”
She scoffs, trying to pull away, but I hold her tight and continue, “I get it. I’ve canceled a lot in favor of Faith, but she’s family, Cass, you know this, you know the club rules—family first. You don’t want my cut yet, and until I finally have that leather on your back, I need to answer her when she calls; otherwise, I’ll have the older generation on my back.”
She moves her head, and I sigh until she snaps, “Well, maybe I’m done being your doormat!”
I grit my teeth. “Don’t fucking make me choose between my club and you, Cass. It’s not fucking fair when you know I’m learning to take over from my father, because at the end of the day, despite all my hard work, if I have to choose, you’ll win every time.”
She shakes her head, completely mishearing what I said, and snaps, “Do you hear yourself?” She tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her, and she growls, “I never have given you an ultimatum and I never will, all I’m saying is I’m done being second best. I needed you, Steal!” I growl at her using my road name, but she ignores it. “You were supposed to pick me up before we went to the gym, but instead, you chose her, and I ended up walking into that gym to see my sister trying to give our father CPR! I needed you, and yet you weren’t there!”
Her tears fall, and it fucking kills me, and so does the fact she’s putting the anger of her father’s death on me.
“You say family first, but what the hell am I, huh?” she croaks, “your fuck buddy, that’s what I am. You don’t love me, Steal,” I growl again, “if you did, I’d be more of a priority for you.”
Done with this bullshit, I grip the back of her neck and squeeze tightly before I snap, “First of all, don’t ever fucking call me Steal again. I’m your Colt, and I always have been. Secondly, you are my priority, Cass, you just don’t see it. Does Faith come first sometimes? Yeah, she does, but instead of seeing it as me keeping my word to my club to prove to them I can be a good prez when the time comes, you’re seeing it as me putting the girl I fucked first.”
She nods and confirms, "Okay, so I can go fuck a guy for four years and then spend all my time with him. Is that what you’re saying?”
I swear to fuck.
Not giving a shit about our audience, I quickly move us so she’s leaning against my bike, and I’m covering over her with my body, making her gasp. I growl, “No one will ever get to fuck you except for me, do you understand? You are my girl, my fucking heart, and if you’d just fucking wear the cut that I got you, then all this bullshit can stop, and I can put you first like I’ve always wanted! I’m not just an ordinary brother, Cassidy, I’m the next in line, and the rules are different for me, especially when Faith’s mom begged my dad to look out for her. I got it all put on my back because I stupidly fucked her before you came along, and you know this!”
Her tears fall, and I quickly wipe them away as I whisper, “I know you’re not ready, especially with your doubts, but don’t expect me to give up on us. These past two months, not seeing you, has killed me, Trouble.” My eyes race between hers. “If she calls when I’ve planned to meet up with you, I’ll try and push it onto someone else. I’ll do better, Cass, but don’t push me out, not now, not after losing your dad….”
“Starting tomorrow?” she asks, but I frown in confusion and say, “No, starting right now.”
Hope shines in her eyes, and I press my lips against hers, and I fucking melt at how much I’ve missed these lips.
I know it won’t be easy, not with me trying to prove myself to the club, but I’ll ensure that I make things right.