15. Vani
15
VANI
I find Zane waiting for me outside.
I lower my voice. “We have a problem. My dad has given me the necklace, but he wants to come with us.”
Zane’s lips twist. He takes out his cell and writes, Is that such a bad thing?
“Yes, it is. I've seen the aftermath of fights between two rival gangs, and while Jarl doesn’t run a club, he is still into a life of crime. It won't be pretty. People will get hurt, or worse. What if my dad or you, or Lex, or Saint get caught in the crossfire?” I say something I know is going to twang on his heartstrings. “What if I do?”
Jarl Olsen took my best friend, he writes. He deserves to pay for that.
“Does he? This is crazy. He lost his daughter, and he’s grieving. What if we can just give him what he wants, turn around, and walk away happy and with everyone safe? Zane, if we don’t do this and we start a war, then he could come after any of us at any time, and I’m the daughter of Jack-the-blood and that means I am a likely target. Do you want that? To live forever thinking that at any time I might be taken?”
His face grows tight at my words, and he shakes his head.
Maybe it's a pipedream, wanting to be the peacemaker, but I clutch at that hope. I’ve already lost so many people, I can't stand the thought of losing anyone else. If something happened to my dad, I’d be an orphan, and if something happened to one of the guys, I'd be destroyed—a shell, a living, breathing ghost.
I think you’re giving Jarl too much credit , Zane replies.
Maybe I am. But also maybe for once in my life, I am right and the men around me aren’t. I can’t always let myself be dictated to by those bigger and rougher than me. I have my own mind, and I’m going to stick to my guns on this.
I spot Phoenix and Zoo leaving the clubhouse, and I grab their attention, jerking my chin at them to get them to come around the side of the building with us, so we won’t be seen or overheard.
“I need a favor,” I blurt. “A big favor. Huge, actually.”
Phoenix frowns. “Anything for you, Ivani.”
“It’ll mean going against my dad.”
He narrows his eyes. “Going against him how?”
“Providing me with backup, but he wants to be the one who does it.”
“Your dad shouldn’t be getting himself in those situations.”
He’s right. As leader, my dad should send his men to do that kind of thing, not try to be there himself. If anything happens to him, it leaves the club leaderless and vulnerable.
I raise an eyebrow. “Try telling him that.”
Phoenix snorts. “I can see how well that would go down.”
“Exactly.” They know my dad almost as well as I do. “I'm trying to protect him, but he isn't having it.”
“What are you thinking?” Zoo asks, cracking his knuckles.
“I leave before first light, and I take you two with me.”
Zane is right next to me. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and I glance at him. He nods, though, meaning he’s onboard with this.
“Your dad's gonna be pissed.” Phoenix gives a low whistle. “He might kick us out of the club.”
I feel bad that I’m putting them in a difficult position, but I don’t have much choice.
“Yeah, he will be, but if you tell him I said either you two come with me, or I’d go it alone, I think he’ll understand. He’d prefer to know I had some of the club with me rather than no one.”
Phoenix and Zoo exchange a glance, and Zoo gives the tiniest nod.
“We don’t want to see you heading into a dangerous situation without backup either,” Phoenix says. “If the option is you going alone or you going with us, then it needs to be us.”
I smile at them both. “Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.”
Of course, I wouldn’t be completely alone—I’d have Zane and Saint—but in my dad’s eyes, that’s as good as nothing. I also want to protect them as much as I want to protect my dad.
“What time do we ride out?” Zoo asks, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather cut.
“Early hours. How does three a.m. sound?”
“The witching hour.” Phoenix sounds approving of my choice of time. “We’ll be there.”
Zoo adds, “We’ll bring some heat.”
I smile at him. “Good thinking. Now, guys, if we’re riding out so early, we need at least a couple of hours sleep, so I’m gonna say goodnight.”
I have the stupidest urge to walk Zane back to his room to make sure he’s okay, but he’d hate that, so I don’t. I simply head back to my own room, giving him a wave and trying not to giggle because I know he’ll follow me sooner or later.
When I reach my room, I’m torn. I’m exhausted and need to sleep, but I also want to be wearing the butt plug when Zane gets here. It will drive him feral, and I’m up for that. I won’t get much sleep, anyway, and really should get into bed and take the damn thing out, but I’m tempted to wait and see if he arrives in the next thirty minutes.
I paid attention when I was walking back to my room and didn’t see anyone around watching my space, and no one is stationed outside, but that doesn’t mean my dad hasn’t asked the guys patrolling the compound to keep an eye out. If Zane sneaks into my room, he’s taking a big risk, which somehow makes it all hotter.
It’s not because my father thinks I’m still a virgin, or at least I hope he’s not that na?ve. He knows I’m seeing Zane because we’ve talked, and I’ve made that much clear, but Zane coming to my bed on my father’s territory would be a huge ‘fuck you’ to him.
Shit, maybe I ought to message Zane and tell him to stay put? It’s not worth him getting a broken arm, or worse, just for us to have a bit of fun. But oh, what fun it will be.
Undecided, my fingers hover over my phone?—
A dark shadow beyond my window makes me jump. What the hell? There are lights at the edge of the compound, near where the fence runs by the road to the gates, and they’re blanked out for a moment as a large shape cuts off the light source.
I freeze and stare at the window. A familiar face appears outside. Zane! I thought he’d come to the door. I’m not on the ground floor, damn it. He could fall. Oh, my God, he’s crazy.
I head to the window, shaking my head, but also smiling at his audacity. I pull the window up. He’s lucky it’s old school and opens like a sash window, and not one of these modern windows that you can only open a tiny crack. He’d be hanging on the ledge all night if that were the case.
Once the window is open enough for him to fold his huge body in half, he climbs inside and jumps to the floor.
“You’re insane,” is the first thing I say.
He writes on his phone once he’s standing straight. There are men outside patrolling, but then haven’t been around the back for the fifteen minutes that I was watching. This was the safer bet.
“It’s still really risky,” I say.
He writes again. I like danger. It only adds to the fun.
I laugh, and he smiles back at me, and it’s so beautiful my heart cracks a little more.
We stare at each other for a moment, aware of what’s about to happen, and then we both move at the same time. We’re like two magnets, and our bodies crash together. All the tension that’s been buzzing around us since we arrived at the club has acted like an aphrodisiac—not that we need any help on that front.
Zane scoops me against him and covers my mouth with his. Our tongues tangle, and our noses bump. We’re hungry for one another, and I find myself inhaling his increasingly rapid exhales. I yank at his t-shirt, and he does the same to mine. He quickly reaches behind my back to rid me of my bra. We both want to feel skin on skin. I can’t get enough of the sheer size of him, like a wall of muscle. I want to skirt my palms over every inch, to marvel over his beauty.
Zane is looking at me the same way I'm looking at him. Like he somehow thinks I’m perfect and he can't believe I'm his. I'm still not sure what I've done to warrant the attention of three gorgeous men, but I'm totally here for it. That Zane walked into a room full of bikers, who could easily have turned on him, makes me understand how fearless he is. That he's done this when he can't even speak to defend himself, blows my mind. When I first saw him and was attracted to him, I never thought I’d admire him too, but I do.
He yanks at the button and zipper of my leather pants and drags them down my thighs. It’s clear he wants to get me naked as quickly as possible. He leaves me in only my lacy black panties and then scoops me up and throws me on the bed.
I have a surprise for him, and I wonder how he’s going to react to what Saint has had me wear all day.
Zane rids himself of his jeans. He’s not wearing underwear, so his beast of a cock is exposed. It juts out, already erect, thick and heavy. My mouth waters, and I want to taste him. I want to run my tongue around his piercing and take him to the back of my throat.
He kneels on the bed, and I get myself to all fours and crawl to him.
“Can I suck your cock, Daddy?” I say, deliberately playing it sweet and innocent, fluttering my eyelashes up at him. “I need to taste you.”
I’m aroused and even more conscious of the plug still embedded in my ass. He’s going to go feral when he sees it. I can’t wait, but I’m also a little nervous.
His eyes darken, and a muscle in his jaw clenches. He fists his erection, even his large hand failing to make his cock seem smaller. He rises slightly on his haunches, and it’s as though he’s offering his dick to me.
A smile plays on my lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I part my lips and let my tongue sneak out and lap at the head, tasting the saltiness of his precum and playing with his piercing with the tip of my tongue. Then I slide my lips over the head and pray my jaw isn’t going to dislocate. My mouth is so full, but I keep going, suppressing my gag reflex by breathing through my nose as best I can. He hits the back of my throat, and I groan around him, letting him feel the vibrations. My eyes water, and I pull back slightly, the friction of his length grazing against my lips.
I drop my gaze to focus on what I’m doing, but he grabs my chin with his other hand and forces my line of sight up so our eyes meet once more. It’s important to him—this connection. When he can’t communicate using his voice, eye contact and body language mean everything.
I hollow my cheeks, giving him all I’ve got, wanting to make him need me more than ever. I want him to never even think about getting a blowjob from another girl. My pussy tingles and heats, and I clamp my thighs together, wanting more and knowing it’s coming. I didn’t think it possible for Zane’s cock to grow any bigger, but I’m sure it lengthens and hardens further inside my mouth.
His hand on my shoulder halts me, and he gives a quick shake of his head. He’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. The muscles of his thick thighs are bunched beneath my hands, and his six-pack is tensed. I understand what he’s telling me—that he’s going to come if I keep going, and we both want more.
I keep my gaze on his and slowly slide my lips back up his length, allowing his cock to pop from my mouth. A dribble of saliva and pre-cum still connects us, and I bob back down to lap it up, loving how it has him sucking in another breath.
He grits his teeth at me then flips me around, so I’m facing away from him. God, this man can toss me around like a ragdoll, and I love every second of it. I also know he’s going to remove my panties, and then he’ll find what Saint has left, and I’m giddy with anticipation. It’s like Christmas morning.
I’m on all fours, and he hooks his fingers into the sides of the black lace panties and rolls the material down my thighs.
Then he pauses, and his fingers dig into my thighs, hard enough to be painful.
He’s seen it.
The air is trapped in my lungs, and I hold still, wondering what his next move is going to be. Will he play with it?
Instead, he flips me back over so he can see my face and grabs his phone. Quickly he types, You had that in all day?
I bite my lower lip. “You can thank Saint.”
His eyes narrow, and he pushes me onto my back and yanks my legs apart. He reaches between them and runs his fingers across the plug then gestures to himself and nods down at his cock. He taps the plug again.
“You want to fuck me there?” I ask, my stomach bubbling with nerves.
He nods.
Zane is huge, and he’s pierced. How will that feel inside me? But I’ve been wearing the plug for hours, and if I’m ever going to be ready for him, it’ll be now.
“Okay. You can take my ass. But be gentle.”
A wicked smile breaks across his face, and, instead of attempting to fuck me right away, he ducks down and covers my pussy with his mouth.
I groan and fall back, my hand over my face. His tongue is strong and thick, and he flicks my clit and then circles it, sending little sparks of arousal through me, and then moves lower to feast on my pussy. And feast, he does. He eats me like a ripe peach, like a man starving, and I’m so wet, I know I’ll be smeared all over his face.
Then he takes hold of the ruby tip of the plug and gently moves it in and out of my ass while he consumes my pussy. I know I’m going to come fast and hard, and I reach down to spear my fingers into the soft locks of his hair. Dear God, that feels insane. I let out a cry, but his hand flies up and covers my mouth.
Shit. I’d completely forgotten about my father’s men still patrolling. While I highly doubt they’d come into my room, if they hear me crying out, they might think I’m in trouble and rush in to save me. I imagine how badly that will go if they find me with Zane’s head between my legs, or, even worse, with his cock embedded in my ass.
Zane’s hand over my mouth, while he shoves his tongue inside my pussy and plays with the butt plug, turns me on even more. I never thought I’d be into butt-stuff, but I’m definitely a convert. All my muscles tense as my climb to orgasm creeps higher. I’m reaching for it, bracing myself for its onslaught.
Waves of climax suddenly break over me, and my back bows as I squeal muffled cries against his palm, my hot breath dampening his skin. My mind blurs as pleasure sweeps over me, again and again.
Finally, I come down, slumped against the mattress. I’m breathing hard, my heart racing. Fucking hell, that was intense, and we’re not even done yet.
Zane gives me a minute to recover, and then he reaches down to my ass and slides the plug out of my body. I feel like I’m stretched from having it in all day, and all my muscles are lovely and relaxed from my orgasm. Even so, the idea of taking Zane inside me that way is enough to make me tense.
He reaches off the side of the bed and snatches up his jeans. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a single-use packet of lube. Jesus, what's with these men carrying around packets of lube with them all the time? I like that they’re prepared, but surely this isn't normal behavior? Not that I mind right now—the thought of attempting what we're about to do without lube makes my eyes water.
Zane settles himself back between my legs and spreads my thighs as far as they'll go. Then he leans over me and grabs my pillow and shoves it beneath my ample hips, lifting me a good few inches.
He tears open the lube packet with his teeth and dribbles the clear liquid all over his cock. I’m fascinated, watching him touching himself like that. Fuck, it’s so hot. But it also reminds me of his size, and I’m genuinely not sure he’s going to fit. I’m also aware I have to be back on my bike in a few hours, and I might need a cushion to sit on. The thought has me giggling, and he arches a questioning eyebrow. I shake my head, telling him it’s nothing.
He applies some of the lube to his fingers and then touches it to my hole. All thoughts of laughing fall away as he works the lube around my tight ring and dips inside me.
He straightens again and shifts his hips to bring himself closer. He grabs my thighs, yanking me closer, so my feet hook around his hips. He wraps his hand around his cock to position himself and then bumps the head against my ass. I suck in a breath, trying not to tense and failing. He backs off for a second then pushes forward again, breaching my ring. The burning is intense, and I bite back a squeal and try to pull away, but he grabs my hip with one hand and pins me in place.
I shake my head. “Oh, God. Fuck, Zane. No, you’re too big. I can’t.”
He puts his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet, but all rational thought has left my head. All I can think about is the giant invasion into my ass, the way I’m stretching beyond all ability.
Breathe, he mouths at me.
But that’s easy for him to say. Especially as he edges himself deeper.
The pain, together with the cold of the piercing, the heat of his flesh, the slipperiness of the lube… it's an overwhelming combination of sensations. Zane combats the pain from the way he’s stretching me by thumbing my clit. He doesn’t try to get any deeper, but I know he’s barely got the head inside me. I love the way he's staring down at me with absolute hunger.
I prop myself up on my elbows to look down between my spread legs. He moves his thumb off my clit and his hand out of the way to allow me to see. Beyond the swollen pink wetness of my pussy is my stretched asshole and Zane's huge cock only just inside me. The head has been swallowed from view, the length ridged with veins, still visible. He’s so impossibly hard and thick, I'm worried he's going to destroy me.
I lift my gaze back to his, and he gives me a tiny nod, telling me he’s going deeper.
And he does, sliding the length of his cock deeper inside my ass.
“Oh, God,” I cry out. “Oh, fuck.”
I fall back against the mattress again. No, I can’t do it. He’s too big. The burn increases, and the sting brings forth sudden panic inside me. I'm not going to be able to do this—it's all too much.
“No, Zane, please…Oh, God. Oh, God.”
I'm being too loud. My father’s men will hear me.
Zane grabs my dirty panties and shoves them into my mouth. I can taste myself on them.
He pauses for one moment and cocks a brow as if to say , if you really want to stop, I will , or maybe I’m imagining that’s what he means. I say nothing because I do want to stop, but I also don’t.
He doesn’t pull away, though, and if anything, only goes deeper. But he takes it slow, and when he’s seated deep inside my ass, he holds himself still. He gives me a minute to adjust to his invasion. I have to breathe through my nose because of the bundle of material in my mouth, keeping me quiet.
Then he slides a finger inside my pussy and applies pressure to my clit once more. He slowly rocks his hips, fucking me in the ass with exquisite concentration. From his expression, it doesn't look as though he's going to last long either.
My tits bounce with every stroke, and he gets faster and harder, keeping up the rhythm on my clit, building my orgasm. I'm close to breaking again, to shattering all over him.
Zane jerks inside me as he comes with a silent groan, his eyes slipping shut, his teeth clenching, his entire body shaking with pleasure. I feel him releasing inside me, pumping jets of milky cum deep inside my ass.
I give in to my own climax. My entire body lights up with pleasure, every nerve ending burning with it. It hits me like a tidal wave, taking me under. I shudder and shake, my eyes rolling back, my toes curling.
My face and chest are warm and I’m breathing heavily. Zane softens and slips out of me then crawls up my body to pull me into his arms. He tears the panties from my mouth and kisses my damp forehead and brushes the hair away from my face. He cups my cheek, staring into my eyes, and then releases me and edges away.
I’m disappointed at the space between us, wondering why he doesn’t hold me for longer. But then he points at himself, crosses his fists across his chest, and points back at me.
He stares at me with such intensity, it’s impossible for me not to understand exactly what he’s saying, but I still have to check. The stupid little insecure part of me that’s always doubting myself needs to know I’ve not misunderstood what he’s telling me.
“I love you?” I say. “You love me?”
He nods and repeats the motion. I’m not mistaken. My eyes fill with tears. I love you .
I grab his face and kiss him hard. “I love you, too, Zane. So much. It drives me crazy.”
I feel a twinge of guilt. I don’t want him to think this means he and I are exclusive. Especially when Lex is in danger, and we’ve left Saint behind. I’d hate for the twins to ever think I’ve chosen Zane over them. That isn’t how this works.
But Zane must read my expression—he’s always good with body language—and he grabs his phone and writes, The twins too?
I give a little laugh of relief. “Yes, I love them too. But don’t tell them, okay? I need to do that.” I suddenly doubt everything again and worry at a tiny bit of skin on the inside of my cheek with my teeth. “Do you think they feel the same way?”
I don’t want to fuck this all up. What if they still only see me as a plaything? I struggle to believe that, especially with Saint and how obsessed he seems to be with me, and how tender Lex is as well, but I’ve been mistaken about everything so often I’ve lost count. I need to learn to trust my instincts more. It’s not easy, though, when I’ve grown up sheltered by my father and his men. They’ve always been there to protect me, but in doing so they’ve also prevented me from making my own mistakes and learning from them.
Zane frowns, and of course he can’t answer for them, but he points to his own chest, and then does the sign all over again. He loves me. That’s all I need for now.
I let out a happy sigh and immediately feel guilty again for being happy when poor Lex is still in danger.
“We need to leave in a couple of hours,” I say reluctantly. “You should go back to your room.”
I don’t want him to leave, but I’m still conscious of my father’s men, and if they check his cabin and find him gone, they’ll figure out exactly where he’s been.
Zane nods and drops a kiss to the top of my head. He picks up his clothes and quickly throws them on, then slips out the way he came in.
I set the alarm on my phone for shortly before three a.m., pull the bedcovers over my abused body, and swiftly drop into a completely exhausted sleep.