Chapter 6 New Year’s #2
I give him an innocent smile, shove the phone in his face to unlock it, and I bolt, running as fast as I can through the kitchen, out the door, and off toward Sophie. I hear heavy boots behind me, which just makes me giggle more.
“Hey,” he says, his voice playful. “Give that back.”
I laugh, thinking it’s hilarious, and pass the phone off to Sophie. She holds on to it for dear life, and I rush to take a seat next to Ivy. The music changes to a techno beat, and Axle lets out a gigantic groan, narrowing his eyes at me. “Really, Milly? I thought we were friends.”
I wave him off. “Let her choose a song.”
Twitch shakes his head with a grin and takes a seat opposite me.
“Oh, damn,” I say. “I forgot my drink.”
Elena stands with her empty glass. “I’ll get it for you. I need a glass of wine anyway.”
“Thank you! It’s the cocktail in the fridge.”
She’s so lovely.
I look around to see Sammy on the play equipment and Hope on the swing. Ava is pushing her. The sweet butts and a few of the men are sitting on sandstone blocks around the fire. It’s relaxing out here, and with the trees and being on the edge of the national forest, it’s a great spot.
After dinner, we all sit around the fire, drinking. Sophie and Cash plan on getting us all drunk, I’m sure of it, as the drinks just keep appearing. It’s a happy vibe, full of talk and laughter. I get the evil eye from Mercedez every now and again, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
Bomber and Demon coordinate the fireworks.
They let off loud cracks, spiraling and shooting into the sky in vibrant splashes of color and unique designs.
It’s spectacular. I love seeing the huge smile on Sammy’s face.
The close bond Demon has formed with her is a beautiful sight.
Demon and Bomber changed when the right women came along.
Is it possible that Twitch could see our relationship as more than just sexual tension?
Could someone like him ever commit? I hear my brother’s laugh and look across the flames to see Ava on his lap.
The sight snaps me back to reality. It wouldn’t matter if Twitch could see us in a relationship because it’s never going to change the fact that my brother is the club president and we are defying him.
Ivy sits beside me. She frowns. “What’s wrong?”
I fake a smile. “Nothing.”
She leans close and lowers her voice. “Is it about who I think it is?”
I reluctantly nod.
“Do you want to go inside and talk?”
It must be the alcohol, but I’m feeling a little extra emotional tonight. “Okay.”
As we’re walking up to the house, Ivy says. “You look really beautiful tonight.”
“Aww, thank you. Ever since the kidnapping, I’ve been down, but I’m starting to feel like myself again, so I thought I’d get out of the sweatpants and dress up.”
Her brows pull in as she opens the back door for me. We step inside.
“So you’re feeling better? That’s great news! I know we’ve talked about what we’ve gone through, but I always thought you were just saying it to make me feel better. You’re always so put together and strong. No one would have ever known you were struggling.”
We walk up the stairs toward the bedrooms.
“I was being honest. I’m good at hiding it. I’m surprised you haven’t heard me cry out in my nightmares.” Because Twitch is there, I’m lucky to feel safe, secure, and able to overcome my fears. Even though I like him as more than a friend, he’s the friend I always wished I had.
“All the women seem to have gone through something traumatic, so I never would have guessed who it was, and it was none of my business, so I never asked.”
I love that about the club ol’ ladies. No one judges. It’s refreshing. We all want what’s best for each other. Well, all the women do, except for Mercedez. She looks out for number one only.
We go into my room and sit on the bed. “What’s going on?” she asks, leaning forward to listen.
“It was supposed to be innocent fun, no strings attached, but I’m catching feelings, and I can’t help it.”
She gives me a look of sympathy. “I get it. I caught feelings early on with Jett. The MC men seem to have that effect on us.”
I groan. “It’s the heated looks, the secret touches, the teasing.
When I’m with him, all thoughts of the consequences disappear, leaving only longing.
Later I’m left with the weight of the guilt.
But I can’t seem to end whatever is going on between us, and he can’t either.
We’re stuck, and I don’t know what to do.
There’s no way this can work out well for us.
” Even though I was jealous that Mercedez was on his lap, I can’t help but still want him, and I hate it.
I should have more respect for myself, but I can’t stop the way I feel about him.
She gives me a hug. “I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you. If only I had something positive to say.”
“I’m not a one-night-stand type of girl, and this is why.
I catch feelings,” I chastise myself. “I should have anticipated this when we had sex.” My stomach drops low.
“I’m worried about what we have ending, but I’m also worried we’ll get caught.
My brother is my family. He’s been everything to me, and he’s the club president.
Loyalty and rules are important to him. We either lose what we have, or we lose our relationships with my brother.
” Tears fall, and I feel stupid. “Don’t mind my drunk talk. ”
She rubs my back soothingly. “Your feelings are valid. I’m sorry I have no helpful words of wisdom for you. I just want you to be happy, and I hate that you’re in this position.”
I wipe my tears. “Thank you. Well . . . I might get some sleep.” I’m embarrassed about my outburst.
She nods, says good night, and closes the door behind her. I get changed, feeling rude for not saying good night to everyone outside, but I assume they’re all drunk and won’t notice I left. I snuggle into bed and let a few more tears fall, dampening my pillow, before I roll over and fall asleep.
The sound of the door opening wakes me. The light from the fire filters through the curtains, showing Twitch moving toward my bed. “What are you doing?” I ask sleepily.
“You’ve been gone for a while. I was just checking on you,” he replies.
It makes me smile. “I’ve been working long shifts. I think I needed an early night.” A half-truth.
The bed dips as he sits beside me.
“No one saw you come in, did they?” I ask.
“No, everyone’s still outside drinking.”
“I’m okay, so you can go out and celebrate with everyone, especially Mercedez.” I didn’t mean for my voice to sound so bitter, so I add, “Thanks for checking on me.”
He leans down, looking at my lips. My heart races.
“I don’t want her. I want you.”
I hear everyone outside counting down. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six . . .” My breath gets heavy.
“Five, four . . .” The anticipation is cruel.
“Three, two . . .” Instinctively, I raise my chin to meet his lips.
“One.” His mouth finds mine, soft at first, as if asking for permission.
Then the kiss deepens and fire burns through me.
I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair, eliciting a moan from him.
The tip of his tongue flicks out to touch mine, and I angle my mouth.
He sweeps his tongue against mine, and he tastes like mint.
He inches back. My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath, my lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss.
His forehead rests against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off his skin.
The arousal I feel for him is consuming, and I want him all over again.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.
I let out a shaky laugh. “Funny, I was about to say the same thing.”
His lips curve into a wicked grin and he leans in, brushing his mouth against mine in a teasing, featherlight touch. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
“I had to come see you. I needed my New Year’s kiss,” he says huskily.
I’m overheating. I lick my lips, tasting the last remnant of him. “You got your kiss.” The yearning in me demands that isn’t enough. It can’t be.
He chuckles, “Yeah, I did. But I want to kiss somewhere else.”
Before I can say anything, he’s pulled the blanket off and is tugging down my pajama pants, making me chuckle.
I glance at the door, torn between wanting his mouth on me and worrying about someone hearing us.
He rips off my underwear and I shiver with excitement. Any thoughts of stopping him vanish.
“Open your legs for me,” he murmurs in a deep, sexy voice.
I do as I’m told, and he moves between my legs, his hot breath tickling my skin. His sudden touch on my clit makes me hiss and buck. His thumb rubs circles over the nub, and my back arches and pleasure shoots through me.
He lets out a satisfied grunt, and his tongue laps at me.
I bite back a moan, trying to be quiet when all I want to do is scream.
He presses down with his hot tongue. Waves of heat crashes through me as he applies pressure, stroking in a steady rhythm.
When he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, I clench my teeth together as I ball a fistful of the bedsheet.
He buries his face, sucking and licking me harder.
I squirm. The sensation is intense. I’m climbing higher and higher.
He slips two fingers inside me and curls them against that special spot.
A light sheen of sweat covers my skin, and my legs are trembling.
His fingers keep rubbing and stroking. My eyes shut as sweet pleasure bursts from my core and I shatter.
A soundless scream is on my lips as I ride out an intense orgasm.
As I’m coming down, I feel a blanket being pulled over my legs.
“Hear me out. How about we spend tomorrow together?”
I give him a lazy smile. “You mean today,” I joke.
He chuckles. “Yeah, today. Let’s book a hotel out of town and spend some time together. Just you and me.”
“I’d love that.” I need it. Just us two. No fear of someone walking in. We can just be us. It’s something I’ve craved since I met him. We always clicked, but I’ve never gotten to spend quality one-on-one time with him.
He gives me an earth-shattering smile and plants a kiss on my forehead, making me melt.
“I’ll book it and say I’m visiting my mom. You tell everyone you’ve got stuff to do at your house. I’ll message you the address tomorrow. Check-in probably won’t be until the afternoon.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He gets off the bed, goes to the door, and peeks outside. “Good night,” he says over his shoulder.
“Good night, Twitch,” I reply, and close my eyes with a smile and drift back off to sleep.