22. Chapter Twenty-Two
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
WAR
By the time I make it back to the clubhouse, I’m exhausted. Insanity MC shot up our fucking women, and if it’s war they want, they’re going to get it. I don’t know what I’m going to walk into, knowing Ora is here along with the strippers, but it’s not what I expect.
There’s a big platter of food on the table, and Ora is hugging one of the women who is visibly upset. I wince when I notice it’s Heaven, who is the last woman I fucked before I walked back into the bakery and saw Ora again.
“I’m sure they will be okay,” I hear Ora telling her. “And the strip club will reopen. You’re not going to be out of a job permanently.”
“I have a kid and bills to pay,” Heaven sobs out the words, her makeup running down her face.
“If you need money, I will help,” Ora offers, and fuck me! She’s so fucking sweet. She’s the perfect old lady. She’s clearly stepped up and is taking care of everyone, and she’s got Lu and their other friend here doing the same.
Heaven sees me before Ora does, her green eyes brightening. “War!” she yells, jumping onto me. I keep my arms loosely by my sides, not wanting Ora to think I’m fucking embracing her. “The girls are fine, Scorpio stitched them up. The club will be closed for a week, but then we will reopen. All right?”
“Okay, you take me up to your room if you need to ease some of that tension,” she purrs in a soft voice, soft enough that I hope Ora didn’t hear, but I don’t think I’m that lucky.
I step away from her and pull Ora into my arms. Yeah, she’s pissed. “Heaven, Ora is my woman, and she’s going to be my old lady.”
Heaven’s face drops. “Oh my God, Ora. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I never would have?—”
“It’s fine,” Ora replies, but her stiff body tells me otherwise. “I should assume that every woman I meet here has fucked you. Shouldn’t I, War?”
Wincing, I hold her tighter when she tries to run away, then throw her over my shoulder. I nod to Blade, silently letting him know he needs to make sure everything is under control. I’d tell Ghost, but our sergeant at arms is too busy getting his dick sucked in the corner of the room.
“Put me down, War!” she yells, slapping at my ass.
I’m not very good at relationships. Before Sarah, I had one girlfriend in high school, and that’s the extent of my experience.
I’ve fucked a lot of women in my time, yes, but the only one I’ve ever committed to was Sarah, and that ended up being a clusterfuck. I never thought I’d want another old lady, but here we are. I need to learn how to make it work with Ora and work on our communication and trust.
“Me and you are going to have a chat,” I say, opening my door and locking it behind me. My dick is rock-hard, and I want us to get this argument over with so we can fuck. It’s been a long day, and I know we’re about to go into lockdown while we handle this issue with Insanity MC, and right now, I just want to sink into my woman and call it a motherfucking day.
“You know that first night we hooked up and you were going down on me, I remember thinking, Wow, this man is a giver. I should have known that you were giving all that to everyone ,” she snaps, squealing when I throw her on the bed.
“I haven’t gone down on any of those women,” I tell her, dropping to my knees to remove her shoes. I press a sweet kiss underneath each one, then start sliding her black pants down her legs. “Nor have I kissed them. You can ask them if you don’t believe me. Mostly, they suck my cock. Occasionally, I’ve fucked them. But my mouth? You’re the only one here who’s gotten that.”
“The only one here ,” she imitates, rolling her eyes. Yeah, I’m going to need to fuck some of that sass right out of her. “You have some nerve, you know that?”
I rake my hand through my hair in frustration. “I love you, Ora.”
She stops her rant, and her mouth and eyes soften.
“I haven’t even looked at anyone since I walked back into that fucking bakery. But I can’t change my past. What I can do is promise you I will never ever cheat on you because I’m not that fucking stupid.”
I lift off her top and unclip her bra, leaving her in nothing but black panties. She covers her breasts, or at least tries to because they are massive, but she is still scowling at me.
“You’re perfect.”
Spreading her thighs, I lower my face to her sweet cunt and taste her until her fingers move from her tits, pulling on my hair, and she’s moaning my name. I love the satisfied sigh that slips past her lips. I know she’s still angry, but we both need this right now, and I need to distract her anger.
Standing, I slide off my boots, jeans, and T-shirt, leaving me naked in front of her, my hard cock waiting for some attention.
“I want that hot little mouth on me before I fuck you,” I demand, watching as she sits up and slides onto her knees on the bed. She grips my thighs and pulls herself closer, looking up at me with those blue eyes I’ve fallen for.
“I love you, too, War,” slips from her before she takes me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking with just the right amount of pressure.
It’s nice to see her mouth do something other than bitch me out, not that I’d ever say that intrusive thought out loud. I’m not that stupid.
I cup the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair. “You want my cum, baby?”
She nods around my cock, her eyes never leaving mine.
I continue to fuck her mouth, then watch as her throat works, swallowing every drop. We share a moment. I then sweep her hair off her shoulder, and she rests her cheek against my inner thigh. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Ora.”
“Don’t hurt me, War,” she whispers, and I lift her in my arms.
She wraps her arms around me, and I carry her into the shower, turning on the faucet until it’s the perfect temperature. Still holding her, we step under the warm spray. She cups my face and brushes a soft kiss against my lips.
Gently pushing her back against the wall, I deepen the kiss and slide into her, thrusting slowly, telling her with my body how I feel about her. And for the first time in my life, I don’t force my emotions down. Instead, I pour them into her. I don’t want Ora to ever doubt what I feel for her.
Because I fucking adore her, and I’ll take care of and worship her in every way I know how.
“War,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Fucking love you,” I grit out. “You’re mine , Ora. And I’m yours, so you better get used to it.”
She smiles right before she comes.