CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
– LIVI –
Thorsten is really asking me why I called his brother handsome? Shit. I didn’t know he was his brother. Is he? Or brother in the sense of brotherhood? I take in Falcon’s features and I see through the scars and tattoos to see the similarities. Even if I have to ignore the way he’s throwing me a death glare.
I slowly shake my head and face Thorsten as I point at his brother. “Are you kidding me? He’s the epitome of the phrase bad boy. Like…the guy every girl who reads smutty dark romance books reads about. For real, Thorsten, he’s a wet dream. Do you want me to text a picture of him to my friend Makenzie? She’ll tell it to you straight and you’ll see I’m not fucking lying. So, me calling him handsome is mild because you’re my guy and I couldn’t care less about any other man. But I’m not freaking blind or stupid either. Hence the harmless handsome comment.”
Annnnd cue the awkward silence…until there’s suddenly a phone shoved in my face. I glance up to see Falcon waving it at me.
“You want me to take your picture and show it to her?” I guess by the way he has his phone ready to go with the camera app.
I get a tight nod. This man is intriguing for sure. He doesn’t talk and still communicates in his own way. I wonder how he obtained all the scars and why there wasn’t any information about him ever existing.
Taking the phone from his hand I snap a picture. No smile, you can say it’s his resting bitch face the way he has a death glare as a default. I don’t show it to him but simply text Makenzie the photo along with the message, “Hey Kenz. Using a friend’s phone to show you this guy. What do you think? Lemme know, Livi.”
I hand the phone back to Falcon.
Thorsten moves past me. “Hand me the phone, brother.”
Said phone vibrates in Falcon’s hand and my lips part in awe as I watch how his mouth tips up at the corners. The skin pulls together due to the scars, and yeah, I do have to admit…people would stare and freak when they would see him walking the streets. Not just the scars, though. It’s the ink everywhere, along with his imposing size and muscles.
“What did she say?” I ask.
He shoots me a freaking wink, smacks his brother’s shoulder, and then knocks his fist against his chest, ending with a tight nod.
“Thanks, brother,” Thorsten croaks.
I bounce my gaze between the two brothers and then scan the faces of the rest of the men sitting at the table. They are all staring at Falcon, who is now standing in the corner, completely engrossed with his phone, a small, weird smile still in place.
“Any chick who makes Falcon smile is o-fucking-kay with me,” Jocko states.
Agreements bounce off the wall and every single biker is slamming his flat hand on the table. I wince at the loud sound and get to my feet.
“No, really, Falcon, what did Kenz say?” I ask when I’m standing right in front of him.
He completely ignores me while his fingers slide over the screen of his phone. I can tell they are shooting messages back and forth and I’m freaking intrigued.
“Oh, come on, dude. She’s my friend,” I grumble.
Falcon gives me a tight nod and I swear the man has to scroll before showing me the screen of his phone to read Kenz’s reply. A grin automatically slides across my face when I read my friend’s reply.
“What did she say?” Thorsten asks when he steps closer.
Falcon shoves his phone back into the pocket of his jeans and stomps right out of church.
Thorsten turns his attention on me. “What did the text say?”
I glance behind us, all brothers are staring in our direction, ears flapping and all.
“Get lost,” Thorsten snaps. “We’re done here.”
A few sounds of complaints flow through the room, but at least they leave. The last one going through the door is Macsen.
“You’re alright, Livi,” he states right before he closes the door behind him.
“Well?” Thorsten grunts.
I narrow my eyes at the way he throws his anger at me.
Shoving his shoulder, I coldly say, “Tone down the attitude. I’m not one of your men you can simply demand anything from. If your brother wanted to answer your question, he would have. I didn’t want to say anything in front of all the others, and I would have shared with you the moment that door fell shut behind the last one leaving the room. Though, you had to push it.”
Frustration is evident when his eyes meet mine.
He rubs a hand over his face and mutters, “This shit is new for me, and I’ll probably fuck up more than not. Add the fact Falcon fucking showed you and not me.”
He shrugs as if those words explain his reaction. I guess maybe it does.
“Mine,” I blurt.
Confusion washes over his face, then it’s the frustration coming back. “Yeah, Livi. I’m yours, you’re mine. We just discussed this with my brothers.”
I step closer and raise on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his. “Cute, Ten. Though, it was very clear to me what this meeting with your brothers was about. I was only telling you what my friend replied to your brother.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “She said that?”
I shoot him a grin. “She sure did. I told you she’d think he was hot, right?”
He narrows his eyes. “You think my brother is hot?”
“Oh. My. Freaking. Idiot.” I shove against his chest. “Don’t even go there. You’re the only one who does shit to my insides, okay?”
“Keep it that way,” he grits.
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t have to because you’re a pain in my ass, and a fucking handful at every turn.”
“Babe.” He smirks. “You haven’t experienced a handful yet, especially when it comes to that sweet virgin ass of yours.”
There’s not much else to do, other than rolling my eyes. A gasp rips from me when he wraps his hand around my throat in a tight grip.
Leaning in close he huskily rumbles, “I’ll feel your tight hole wrapped around my cock soon. For now, I’m obsessed with your sweet pussy.”
My whole body shivers in his grip.
He cups me through my jeans. “Who owns this? Whose cock broke it and was covered with a sheen of blood when you gave your virginity?”
“You,” I whisper, my voice sultry while my pussy clenches with an empty feeling.
I want to feel him inside me again.
“Damn right,” he grunts and starts to pull at my jeans. “Bend over and put your hands on the table.”
I should hold a grudge and walk away. Not many would understand, would forgive and start over. I’m not even mentioning the criminal shit he’s done. He never even said he was going to stop or have regrets. The talk I had with Archer before I asked Thorsten to meet me at the diner had every scenario…except for one where the fucker would kidnap me and hold me hostage.
Others would label him as a psychopath, which he most likely is. Then again, I wasn’t ready to be done with him either. My upbringing, upholding the law, everything is the complete opposite of what Wisely Dicey represents.
In the end it didn’t matter; the chemistry and connection between us was rare enough for me to risk a chance. Thorsten’s actions to me resembled the same risk for a chance.
It’s why I crave to obey him and turn to place my hands on the table in front of me. He kicks my legs further apart. The sound of a buckle and a zipper fills my veins with a tingle of anticipation.
A thick finger slides through the slick lips of my pussy. “Are you all warm and slick for me, darlin’? Yeah, you are. Fuck, you feel good.”
I gasp when I feel the head of his cock bouncing on my ass cheek. The thick, slick finger leaves my pussy. He teases my ass while I feel him placing the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.
Risking a glance over my shoulder, I see how his full attention is down to where we’re connected. He groans when I feel him slip inside me a few inches. I moan at the intrusion of his finger in my ass sliding in while he pulls his cock out. A scream of pleasure leaves my throat when he thrusts back in and out, finger in, cock half out, a sweet balancing ride where I feel full and want more.
His other hand slides around my hip and moves to my clit to play with my piercing. I gasp to fill my lungs with the much-needed air to scream through the bliss this man is gracing me with.
Fireworks detonate and flow through my veins to spread the pleasure throughout my body. Epic serenity shared between two people. Fuck love when you have chemistry and understanding. We simply fit together and I knew it the moment he touched me.
No man has ever thrown me off my game and raised such a strong emotion and reaction inside me. To me it’s worth any risk, even my life and my future to see what it gives me in return. Because always wondering “what if” would leave me with a lifetime of regret.