Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
TORCH
S he was asleep in my bed. My body settled as soon as I saw her under my covers. It’d been another story when I hadn’t found her downstairs. My damn heart had wanted to claw its way out to search for her. At first, people in the common room had been too shocked from the sight of me covered in blood to answer when I’d asked where she was. Finally, it was Adrick who’d told me.
Drawing her scent in around my space calmed me some more. I locked my door and went for a shower in the adjoining bathroom. I wouldn’t climb into bed and hold her until I was clean.
It was fortunate Lucas had put waterproof patches over the gunshot wounds since I scrubbed myself before getting back out to dry. Walking naked into the room, I slipped under the blankets and pulled her bare body close with my good arm. I adjusted her limbs until she had her head on my chest, a leg over one of mine, and her arm across my stomach. A little sleepy sigh slipped from her sweet lips. After curling her as close as possible, I stared up at the ceiling.
My aching body screamed for sleep, but my mind was wired.
I’d dealt with Tony by burning the bottom of his feet, taking each tip of his fingers slowly, and ruining his sight for looking at her by dripping acid into his eyes that Death and Country held open. I then used my fists to get my message across.
He shouldn’t have touched or tormented her.
Once I was done having my fun, Tech gave us all an update on how Plank had fucking escaped. That he’d somehow managed to dodge our attempts at getting to him since. He hadn’t even been back to his house, but we had a lot of brothers out searching. Tech and Blaze were also doing their thing with their computers.
The prick was running scared, which was good, but I also wanted him caught so we could somehow end all this sooner.
However, we’d at least gained vital information from Tony’s father.
Plank had two partners.
The chief of police, William Elsher, and a detective called Marco Brown. They were the higher-ups in their illegal trade, and then there were about ten little players who helped make and deal the drugs.
No doubt Plank would have called his partners and told them what happened. Told them that the Diamond MC was involved.
We still had a way to go, but Country believed that with Jones’s help, we’d get them and soon.
Plank and his friends had better play it safe and stay away from our families. If they didn’t, Country had given the go-ahead to end them.
Finally.
Plank, the chief, and Marco would soon see what the Diamond MC could do to their lives.
At least we had names and knew who to watch.
In a way, I hoped they decided to fuck with us so I could end them all.
Until they did, we’d gather more information to pass on to Jones so he could take them down in a legal way, and they’d be locked away for a long time. But Country swore we’d get our justice with Plank before that happened.
Like I had with Tony.
Like I would with his fucking friends as soon as we brought them in. For now, they could go about their days like nothing happened, but I knew that on the inside, they’d be pissing themselves just thinking about me hunting them down.
All that mattered was that my obsession was safe.
And as long as I was alive, I would continue to do everything in my power to make sure she stayed that way.
Looking down, I watched my fingers as I ran them over her bare arm.
My gut tightened from the bruises marring her beautiful skin.
The worst of them were around her neck.
Tony and Mitch had put their hands there.
Fury swept through me again.
They’d gotten off easy. They should have suffered some more.
A soft mewl-like sound slipped from Wrenley’s lips, distracting me as she rubbed her warm, soft body into me.
My Wrenley.
She was beautiful.
I didn’t know if she’d guessed already, but she wasn’t getting rid of me.
She’d let me in her body—her heart and pussy. She cared for me. She wasn’t ever getting rid of me now.
I also wanted to keep sleeping beside her, wherever that would be while their house got fixed.
This relationship might not have been like a regular one. It was fast by most standards. But I wouldn’t change it for anything.
She’d captured me wholly the night I’d heard her screams, and I knew right then I was a goner for her.
Picking up a strand of her curly blonde hair, I held it between my fingers and marveled at the silkiness.
She was mine.
Forever.
I had to tell her.
Soon.
I woke to a soft hand wandering up from my stomach to my chest. For a split second, I’d tensed, but as soon as I knew whose hand it was, I relaxed again and placed mine on Wrenley’s over my heart.
Turning my head, I opened my eyes to see she already had her pretty blues on me. Chin tipped up with a cute, sleepy, soft look on her face that had my cock waking up.
She was safe and here with me.
My gaze caught on the bruises around her neck.
I ground my teeth together, upper lip flicking up over their marks on my property.
Her hand slipped out from under mine and cupped my cheek. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “You saved me.”
“They touched you. Marked you.”
“And you’ve made sure they know how wrong they were to do that.”
I did. I still would with his other friends.
Her fingers gently brushed over the bump on my head. “I don’t like that you got shot and beaten because of me, Chase.”
“It’s nothin’,” I told her. And it wasn’t. I’d had worse. Those spots on me pulled and pinched, but it wouldn’t stop me from doing anything. My tolerance to pain had been set high after that shit in the past.
Don’t think about it. Don’t let it in.
“It’s a lot to me,” she said, eyes misty.
I swallowed my heart and shook my head before I rested half of my body gently against her and placed my forehead to hers. “Please don’t cry. Don’t be upset for me.”
She released a watery laugh. “How can I not be? I care about you a lot, Torch.”
I groaned, a part of me warmed by her words, another part pained that she was upset.
My cock jerked and fattened. I wanted in her. To connect like we had before all the shit happened.
“Wrenley. My Wrenley.” I kissed her nose, then her closed eyes and tasted the salt of her tears. Dipping, I pecked at her lips, and she shivered, dropping a soft noise.
“Torch,” she breathed.
Carefully, I pressed another kiss to her lips, drinking down her sigh before deepening it.
I liked I could do this. Take her mouth and know she wanted it from me.
Know she enjoyed my time. My body. My kisses.
She was mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
A growl rumbled from within as I rolled her onto her back and slipped between her legs.
“Torch, your arm and shoulder.”
Her worry quieted when I kissed her again.
“I’m good,” I told her, hooking her leg up over my hip and brushing my cock over her pussy.
I would’ve questioned if I was being too much, too forward with her, but she already had a hungry gaze for me as she ran her hands up and down my sides.
Reaching over, I yanked the drawer open and managed to grab a condom before it fell to the floor. Wrenley let out a sweet laugh and lifted to kiss my chest.
My gaze latched on to her bruises, and I hesitated.
She’s sore, you fucking idiot.
“Don’t,” Wrenley said. “I want you, Chase. Please. But as long as you don’t hurt yourself.”
I kissed her and rolled on the rubber.
Her legs widened as I trailed my lips and tongue down her body to drink down her taste.
Fuck.
Perfect, pretty pussy that tastes like heaven.
I could spend hours playing with her, but it’d have to be next time. I ached to be inside her. My damn body vibrated with need.
After I had her squirming on my tongue and fingers, I licked all the way up but stopped to nip and suck at her nipples.
“Chase,” she moaned.
The only time I liked hearing my name was from her mouth.
I gently kissed her neck, over the marks. “My pretty Wrenley.” I sucked on her ear as she gripped my ass, trying to pull me down. I grinned into her shoulder, liking she was eager to have me inside.
My arm and shoulder burned in pain, but it was easy to ignore when I had such a stunning sight under me.
“Please, Torch,” she begged. I lowered my hips and brushed the tip of my cock over her wet hole before pulling back. She opened her eyes to glare up at me, which had me grinning.
She ached for me too.
So, I gave it to her, entering in one quick thrust that had her arching and moaning as her nails dug into my hips. Her pussy clamped down around my cock snugly. My body hummed from the sensation of being in her. Even when there was a barrier between us, her heat and the tightness drove me fucking crazy.
She was mine. I pulled out.
Mine. I pushed back in.
All fucking mine. Over and over, I drove in and out with a snap of my hips, with a flurry of emotions and sensations. My heart wanted out and inside with hers. My pulse sped through me, pumping hard.
“Yes, Chase. Yes,” she cried, fingers sliding between us to tickle her clit. It only took a few swipes of her digit, and she whimpered, calling my name as she grew even more soaked around me, tightening.
Groaning, I fucked her through it, chasing my own release yet not wanting to come so I could stay buried in her.
Same as she wanted to keep me in her tightness and warmth.
We have many more times.
I got to keep her.
She was mine until I died. I’d make sure of it.
My release slammed into me. I bucked unsteadily into her as her hands traced over my body.
Exhaustion slapped me in the damn face, and I managed to slump down on the bed, rolling to the side to dump the condom.
She rubbed into me, almost like a cat would, and kissed my shoulder and neck.
“Gonna shut my eyes for a little while,” I told her after I rested on my back and pulled her close to lie on me.
There was a kiss to my chest and some soft words, but I’d already headed under.