Seventeen
T he club was like a fucking morgue when we got back, and it only got worse from there. As we passed the bar, where several brothers were sitting quietly, nursing hard liquor, Rocket yelled out to us.
“Any news on the Pres’s old lady?” All eyes were suddenly on us, and we knew too little to be of any use, didn’t we?
“ICU, man. They won’t tell us anything, and we can’t get to talk to the Pres right now,” Ryder said, slamming a fist against the wall as he headed for the stairs. There was no point in going to Reacher’s office, since neither he nor Stitch were around, so we were heading straight for Ice’s tech suite.
In the past, his personal room had been where he did his thing, but since his near death experience and getting clean, they’d made him separate work from his rest space, so he’d actually try resting. I wondered if he even bothered trying these days, even with Lissa to nag him.
“Wait up, man. Talk to us. It’s clear that someone’s fucking with our people, so what are we doing to weed the coward out?” Rocket asked, looking about as pissed as I felt about this whole thing.
“Yeah,” Micro said, coming up beside him. “You guys are always talking behind closed doors, but aren’t we a fucking club? Aren’t we a brotherhood? Can’t you see this is dividing us, and we’re just letting it happen?” He wasn’t wrong, was he? I grasped his shoulder in a firm grip.
“We’re close to figuring this fucker out, man. Trust me, I’m just as desperate to put this shit to an end, so I can stop looking over my shoulder for the next knife. Just give us a chance to catch up with Ice, and I’ll see what I can find out, yeah? It’s all hands on deck until we figure this out, and I think the VP is on the literal warpath right now, so just stay out of trouble.”
Micro cursed, running his hands over his hair as he turned and headed back to the bar.
“Brother?” I stopped again as Rocket followed me to the stairs.
“What?”
“Look, I don’t know if this means anything, but I found a weak spot in the defences, and I think that’s how he’s coming and going.” What? That was the kind of shit we should have found already. Did we literally just sit on our asses and bitch about this, instead of looking into it?
“Show me,” I barked, following him as he led me outside. I swear to god, what he’d spotted, I never would have found. There was a patch of the ten foot tall chain link fence that had been cut, and faked back together, so it looked normal, but it was a fucking easy escape route. How the hell had he even found it?
“Why were you around here?”
Rocket pretty much clammed up, shrugging stiffly at me.
“Was just mooching. Thought it looked off, so I checked it out.” Yeah, my bullshit meter was screaming at me right now.
“Dude, don’t fuck with me right now.”
He grew more shifty by the second, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked anywhere other than at me.
“Fuck’s sake! You realise any odd behaviour right now is a trip to the basement, right?”
Rocket grimaced, straightening his cut as he faced me at last.
“I’m seeing someone, someone really fucking special, but we’re keeping it quiet. It’s not just about fucking, yeah?” He stared at the doctored fence, a grim look on his face.
“I know I shouldn’t be fooling around, and I’m not letting her near the clubhouse or anything, but we’re video chatting… uh… you know, like jerking off to each other and stuff.”
I rolled my eyes. “You coulda just said that five fucking minutes ago, man. I have to go meet with Ice, so just keep this between us for now, yeah? Don’t fix it either. I wanna know who’s using this, and if I catch you here again, or see your junk because of it, I’ll castrate you with a fucking blowtorch.”
I didn’t wait around to see him cringe at my words. I had to tell the others, and we had to get some kind of fucking surveillance set up, somehow without it being spotted. That meant it needed to go outside somewhere, and I had an idea of where to try.
I joined the guys in Ice’s room, after having to be let in by Grease, and facing a bunch of pissed off faces from Ryder, Ice, Has-Been, and Grease.
“Glad you could make it. Were you primping first?”
“Yeah, washing my hair. Listen assholes, I have an update, so you wanna talk about this, or keep bitching?”
Ice gestured at me to speak, and damn that fucker looked exhausted. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was using again, because he was agitated as fuck, just like he used to be. Of course, weren’t we all right now?
“Rocket clued me in on something that you might wanna see. Ice, we got any cameras covering the fence by the west corner? Past the skips?”
He frowned as he leaned down to one of his many computers and started messing with it.
“Uh. Not quite. We have one that reaches the left side of the skips, so you can just kinda see the fence in the background, but the focus is here,” he pointed to the open area between the skips and the bike bays. It made sense that the focus was on the bikes, because we’re a fucking bike club after all.
“Fair enough. Can we get a camera aiming there? Lissa’s place is on the other side of there, yeah?”
He straightened up again.
“Is she at risk? I’ve got her in with Elise and Cammy right now in Has’ room.”
I leaned down to point to the barely visible fence in the video feed.
“Right here, there’s a whole section of the fence that was cut, and pinned back in place. It looks legit until you get up real close.”
“The fuck?!” Ryder cursed out, and he wasn’t the only one, so I stood back and let them get it all out first.
“This fucker has been coming and going via probably our only real blind spot? If he dresses in black, and creeps along this route right here, we’d probably never notice him!” Has muttered, tugging his beanie down his forehead, which seemed to be his new gesture of agitation since his dreads were lopped off.
“Yeah, so cameras?”
Ice nodded grimly. “I’ve got this, don’t even worry about it. We just need to make sure nobody outside this room knows, and we’ll need a distraction downstairs so everyone’s busy.”
That was never a hardship in this place. I’d probably pick a fight with Micro, and we’d slap each other around a bit, and then laugh it off later. It wouldn’t be the first time for us, but that’s how it is in a brotherhood.
“Cool, what about going back through any videos, to see if we can see him coming and going?”
Ice fixed me with a sour glare. “You volunteering, because that’s gonna be a miserable as shit job, and I’m not taking that on too.”
Ryder jerked a thumb in Has’ direction.
“We’ll cover that. Torch, you go and cause a distraction as soon as dusk hits, so Ice can fit the camera. Grease, you can give him a hand if needed.”
As the closest thing we had to a leader right now, Ryder was calling the shots, so we all nodded, taking on our duties, and hoped like fuck that it’d out the bastard once and for all.
Grace
I wished I’d swapped numbers with Torch, so we could at least keep in touch, regardless of whether his Club President thought we should get closer right now. I needed to hear his voice, to know he was okay, but I wasn’t sure how to reach him at all.
I’d had a message from Lissa earlier to cancel an appointment she had with me, because of the ‘full lockdown’, whatever that meant, but my brain clearly wasn’t at its best as it took too long for me to realise that she could get Torch’s number to me.
Me: Hey, any chance you could get me Torch’s number? I need to speak with him, and we haven’t exchanged numbers yet.
Lissa: Sure, I’ll send it now. Sorry about having to cancel our session. Are you okay?
Am I okay? Well, is anyone really? I wanted to see the man I was falling for too fast, but I also knew it could be dangerous, and not just life-threatening right now. Would I fall faster if I saw him again right now? Would I lose interest if I spent more time with him? Nope. I was pretty sure that wouldn’t be the case. The number arrived in her next message, and I saved it to my phone with a sense of relief I hadn’t expected.
Me: Yes, thank you. I just wanted to keep in touch with him. Reacher told me to stay away while this is going on, but I need some form of contact, I guess. Needy, huh? Maybe we should cover that issue next time.
I was smiling as I sent it, but it wasn’t really that funny, was it? Picking apart my psyche was a scary thing, because I had no idea what would happen when it was all laid bare, and I realised how much I’d locked away to try and appear normal, and professional, and strong. I mean, why would any woman crave the kind of treatment I did? What normal woman wants a man to treat her like nothing more than a slut, holes to fuck, someone to use and discard, while demeaning them with cruel taunts and insults? Nope, definitely something wrong there.
Lissa: Noted lol And Reacher’s right about staying safe. Is there any news on Ally? We’re all so upset about what happened, and that we can’t see her right now.
Shit. What was there to tell her? I wasn’t her doctor, and had nothing she probably didn’t already know.
Me: No change for now. She’s resting after her surgery, and Reacher is with her. I’ll let you know if I hear more, but she’s in good hands, I promise.
Lissa: Thank you. That does help to know that x
At least I was helping someone with something, right? I curled up on my sofa, tucking my feet under me, and stared at my phone screen, with a new text message box open for Torch. Suddenly I was blank, and nervous about sending a damn text message. How pathetic was that?
Suddenly the phone buzzed in my hand, as a message came through on that very chat, and being a sufferer of the dreaded wasp-fear, I damn near threw the thing across the room in a panic.
I was still breathing fast, as I read the message from him.
Torch: Hey babe, Lissa says she gave you my number. Guess we shoulda sorted that before we fucked, right?
I felt my lips stretching into a smile, as even just a message from him seemed to soothe my nerves, and relax me. It was just Torch, dammit.
Me: Yes, you’re also supposed to wine and dine a lady before you do terrible things to her.
I bit my lip waiting for his response, and hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way.
Torch: Damn. I was just desperate to sink my cock into you. Guess I could get you a beer at some point. Question though – does feeding you my cock count as ‘dining’?
I literally felt myself clench inside at his words, because even without hearing his voice saying them, I felt like he’d just whispered them in my ear. My god. This man could turn me on without even trying. Before I could respond, he messaged again.
Torch: Wait… terrible things? Don’t you mean fucking awesome things?
Oh my god, was it normal to want to touch yourself just while texting a man like this? I was already wet, and I knew that without having to check, because a woman knows her damn body.
Me: I’d need to try them again to make an informed choice, Mr North.
Was the name too much? The phone rang in my hand before I could fret about my choice of words any longer, and it was Torch calling me, so I answered and warily lifted the phone to my ear.
“I can’t groan in a text, but fuck me, I groaned when you called me Mr North. I could almost hear your bossy doctor voice, and it made me so fucking horny.”
Thank god it wasn’t just me, getting aroused by this conversation, when I probably really shouldn’t be.
“You can’t really get tone of voice from a text message though, can you?”
This time I heard the groan that he’d wanted to portray before.
“So boss me around, doc. Tell me I’m a bad boy or something. Make it real bossy.”
I hesitated for a second, because it was almost difficult to bring that side of me out again, now that I knew Torch better.
“Doc? I’m waiting here, cock in hand. Get me off with that bossy doc voice of yours.”
The bastard! He was ahead of me, but that wouldn’t be the case for long. I put the call on speaker and rested the phone beside me.
“Can you hear me, Mr North?”
Torch groaned again. “Fuck yeah, doc. Don’t you just wanna get naked and bend over for me, gorgeous?”
“I won’t tolerate that kind of harassment, Mr North,” I gasped out, as I slid my fingers inside my trousers and touched myself over my underwear. It wasn’t enough, so I pulled them back out and undid the trousers, pushing them apart, so I could reach inside my underwear easily, to stroke over my heated pussy lips.
“Is it really harassment if I mean every word, doc? What if I just wanna get some doctorly help with this rock hard boner you got me sporting?”
Oh god. I wanted it inside me, like before. I shoved two fingers deep inside myself, starting to fuck myself with them as roughly as I thought he would. A ragged moan escaped me, and I froze, my breath held in desperate fear, so afraid that he had overheard me.
“You getting off too, doc? That’s hot as fuck. You know I’d finger-fuck you like a savage, right? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Big rough biker fingers deep in that sweet hot pussy of yours?” I knew what he wanted, as much as I wanted to sigh and beg him for that. I wished he was here with me right now, to do to me exactly what he was talking about.
“I’ll thank you not to act so inappropriately around me, Mr North. I’m… I’m your physician, and I… I deserve your resp… respect!”
“Whoa, sounds like you’re having trouble getting words out right now, doc. Could that be because you’re moist as fuck, picturing me riding you hard with my big bad boy biker cock? I’d fuck you so hard, we’d break your posh little fucking bed.”
I paused, taken out of the moment by his comment.
“You don’t like my bed?”
Torch chuckled, then let out a low groan.
“Babe, don’t kill the moment. We’re getting it on right now. Your bed’s fine. All your posh stuff is just fine. It’s just gonna get all dirty when I fuck you on absolutely everything that’ll hold our weight.”