Chapter 25 #2
I pinned her against the wall. Her nails curled into my back.
She kissed me, licking herself off me as I slowly rolled against her.
Her walls fluttered around me. They opened for me and pulsed around me as my cock grew thicker inside her warm heat.
She locked her legs around me, and I moved my hands, pressing them into the shower wall.
“I love you, Stone. I love you so much,” Hayley gasped.
I captured her lips and swiveled my hips.
My pelvis tickled the tip of her engorged clit.
Her sensuous peaks fell into the divots of my muscles, blanketing me in her comfort.
My heart soared. My mind swirled. My cock fell into the recesses of her body, aching to release.
I rolled slowly. Deftly. Effortlessly against her.
Until both of us groaned and grunted the same truth to one another, over and over again.
“You’re mine, Hayley. I—I love—I—Hayley—fucking hell.”
I slid my cock deep inside her and my hips stopped.
I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. My entire body locked up as her pussy clamped down onto me, pulling my cock deeper.
Milking it. Massaging it. Pulling me to the lustful precipice I sought with her.
I crashed my lips against hers as the mist encompassed us.
I swallowed her moans as growls of my own worked their way up my throat.
I found her hands and threaded our fingers together, feeling her body unleash itself against me.
And then, as my cock exploded against her walls, I pinned her wrists above her head.
“I love you, Stone,” she whispered.
“I—love you, too. Hayley,” I choked out.
My orgasm overpowered me in ways I’d never experienced.
My knees went weak, and I slid to the floor, taking her with me.
I knelt there, my forehead falling against her shoulder while my cock stayed sheathed within her warmth.
She unthreaded our fingers and ran them through my hair, scratching my neck as I breathed her in.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Stone,” she whispered.
She kissed the side of my ear and it filled me with a renewed sense of vigor.
I reached up and turned off the misters and then turned off the shower altogether.
I picked her up into my trembling arms, listening as she squealed and giggled.
She held on tightly to me as I walked on shaky legs, carrying us out of the bathroom and to my bed.
I collapsed us to the mattress where I pulled my comforter over us.
“Come here,” I said.
She nestled into me, and I felt her cheek fall against my chest. I lay there on my back running my fingers through her hair while her fingertips drew faceless designs on my abs.
My world spun. It tilted with the pleasure that still rocked my veins.
Hayley slipped her leg over my thigh, and I grinned at the wetness that coated my skin.
Then, Hayley sighed.
“Please tell me about the crew,” she said softly.
I nodded before I kissed the top of her head.
“We’re called The Lost Boys. And while we do a lot to help out the community of San Diego, we got ourselves into some dark stuff for a time. Gun running. Money laundering. The files you saw were right about that,” I said.
“I looked you guys up online, and all I saw were praises from the community,” she said.
“Well, that doesn’t excuse the darkness we slip into from time to time. I mean, we’re working on getting out of all that bad stuff. Sinking our profits into the bar industry, actually.”
“Biker bars,” she said, giggling.
I pulled her closer to me. “Something like that.”
Silence fell over us and my eyes eased open.
“You wanna tell me why you locked up when I mentioned your father in the parking lot?” I asked.
She tensed against me, and I held her even tighter. I wanted her to know that she wasn’t running. I wouldn’t let her. I cared for her too much. Loved her too much to let things like this stand between us any longer.
“I…”
“Take your time. I’m right here,” I said.
It took her a while to gather her thoughts, but when she started talking, she couldn’t stop.
“I’m having so many doubts about my father.
I mean, that night? With the sting? I researched so much about my mother.
I mean, when I was in my father’s office looking at stuff about you guys, I also started searching for stuff about my mother.
Her obituary. Pictures of her. A death certificate.
Anything. My father never talks about her.
Never regales me with memories. And I realized that day that we don’t even have pictures of her hanging on the walls. It’s like she didn’t exist,” she said.
“That’s definitely odd,” I said.
“So, I took to the internet that night of the sting. You know, to see what I could find. I couldn’t find her obituary, and public records doesn’t have a death certificate for her.
And I started thinking about my father coming after you guys and why he never talks about my mother.
Why the topic always seems to make him angry and frustrated with me.
I mean, I just want to know my mother. Right?
And he won’t let me know her. I have a right to know these things. ”
“You do,” I said.
“There are so many seeds of doubt I have with my father right now. And they’re growing every day.
He won’t take my calls. He won’t open the door when I come over.
I haven’t seen him all week because he won’t see me.
I haven’t talked to him since that morning when I went over for breakfast—the morning that started this whole shitshow in the first place.
And part of me thinks he’s figured out that I’m tangled up in you, but part of me thinks… ”
I kissed her forehead. “Thinks what, love?”
She giggled against me before she pressed a kiss to my chest.
“You like that?” I asked.
“So much,” she whispered.
I crooked my finger underneath her chin, tilting her gaze to mine.
“What do you think, love?” I asked.
She sighed. “I think the prejudice my father has for motorcycle crews and my mother are related, and not because of her death.”
I pondered her words for a long time before I dipped my lips down to kiss her.
She pressed up my body, wanting to be closer to me.
I wrapped her up into my arms and pulled her on top of me.
I parted my legs, allowing her to slide between my thighs as I gazed into her gorgeous eyes.
I saw the weariness and the hurt behind them.
I smoothed her hair back behind her ear.
I wanted to make it all go away. I wanted to take all of her pain upon my shoulders so she wouldn’t have to bear it.
“What are we going to do, Stone?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. But I love you. And I can promise you we’ll figure this out together. Okay?” I asked.
“I love you too. So much.”
And as her cheek fell against my chest, I pulled the covers over us.
I tucked us both in, blanketing us from the outside world.
Literally. Hayley had become a beacon of light in my life.
Someone I could rely on. Someone I loved.
And if there were answers to questions about her life that she was privy to, I’d help her get them.
I vowed, in that very moment, do to whatever it took to protect Hayley. To guide her. To love her. To get her whatever it was she needed. No matter what it cost me in the process.
Because she was perfection. She made my life worth living. She made treading through all this bullshit worth it. She made getting clean worth it.
She was now my world.
Which meant she had my full devotion, no matter what.