17. Natty
SEVENTEEN
NATTY
PRESENT
I was being impulsive.
No doubt about it. I really should have thought through this plan a bit further before hopping on the bike I’d been hiding for the past year and jetting off like a bat out of hell toward Richland.
I’d effectively lost the men Silas had put on me, which was good because they wouldn’t have made it past the gate. No Death Raider would have been welcomed here, regardless that my very own cut had the grim reaper across the back. The only reason they allowed me passage was because Sadie, Giles’s old lady recognized me.
The distant sounds from the club echoed through the large kitchen I was standing in. A woman named Gene was glaring at me as if I’d just stolen something from her. I knew she was carrying a knife behind her back in case I made any sudden moves, but I was holding one too.
“You’re saying you know Giles?” She lifted her chin toward me.
Understandably, one of the guards had let me in, but no one knew why. As soon as I was within those metal gates, everyone looked at me like I’d grown a third eye and then they scrambled, trying to grab me.
I said to get Giles, and they put me here to wait. That was last night when I arrived in the middle of the night and was told Giles was on a run. I was given some food and treated like an inconvenient prisoner, where I was watched, monitored and regarded warily for twenty-four hours. Sadie had tried to come visit, but no one let her in. Perhaps because they felt like I was a threat of some kind. More likely though, they would have been in deep shit if they let something happen to their president’s woman.
“Giles was vice president of the Stone Riders before he became the president of your club. I’ve known him for years, so yes. I know him.”
Gene’s eyes narrowed further. “He has an old lady, so if you’re here to create trouble then I’ll?—”
Oh boy. If only she knew that Sadie was one of my favorite Sweetbutts. We’d often take shots together, and she’d opened up to me about her frustration over Giles not claiming her.
“Natty?” Giles burst into the room, interrupting Gene’s little warning.
I turned and smiled at my old friend, then opened my arms as he stalked toward me and pulled me into a hug. Giles was stocky, only slightly taller than me, with dark blond hair and soft brown eyes.
“Hey Prez.” We separated, but I caught his blush. Being asked to take over the club for his cousin, Jameson, was a big ask, but there wasn’t another person better suited for it than Giles.
He searched my face, confusion warring with his features.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need help…and I sort of went rogue, so I’m calling in favors.”
Giles' eyes went wide after I’d mentioned favors, as if he was remembering the fairly large one he currently owed to me.
“Shit. Ya…whatever you need.”
I smiled and walked past him, only to stop when he choked on a gasp.
“The fuck, Natty. You aren’t serious.”
Turning on my heel, my brows dipped as I stared at him in confusion, but his stance had become guarded, and his gaze frozen, as if he’d seen a ghost.
“What?”
Pushing a hand through his hair, he let out a strained breath .
“I always assumed he was just obsessed with you…I had no idea you actually belonged to him. You can’t be here. He’ll burn my club down.”
My property patch.
My feet faltered for a second, nervous about the tone Giles used.
“He won’t…I promise you…he only does that when I’m taken against my will.”
His brown eyes continued to spear me in place, as if he couldn’t be convinced to let me stay.
“Sons of Speed took you?”
I nodded slowly. It was complicated but true enough.
He ran another hand through his hair, taking a step closer.
“Okay, I hope you’re right…for the record, he isn’t coming in here. He’s fucked in the head, Natty. A ghost to the men here. Someone as terrifying as death itself…like a scary bedtime story.”
“I’m not worried about Silas, Giles. I just need to call in my favor with you and I’ll be on my way. Likely before he even realizes I slipped his little detail.”
Giles stopped walking again, letting out an agonized groan. “Fuck, this is going to be bad. I can feel it.”
I smirked and followed him out the kitchen doors and down the hall where an office waited.
This was going to work. It had to.
I just had to trust that I was making the right decision.
I was out of the Chaos Kings’ gates the following hour, riding back toward Rose Ridge. I was really hoping I wouldn’t run into Silas, but I’d been gone for over twenty-four hours, so there was a good chance he was close by.
No fires had been started yet, so I knew he hadn’t arrived. He would have absolutely burned the whole thing down if he knew I was inside, especially considering they wouldn’t have allowed him in.
It was understandable that they didn’t, not after all the shit the club had been through after being hijacked by Tuck and Jefferson…splitting the club, and now having to reunite under new leadership. My hope was that considering the club divided, there were going to be quite a few men still lingering that had connections to the initial defectors. Jefferson Quinn and Tuck Holloway were the ones who had brought Fable into this mess. Apparently, there was a connection between the older members.
Since so many members had been privy to the plan Jefferson had for taking over, I was betting on those members still lurking around Richland. I was putting Giles in an awkward position by requesting what I did, but we needed to find Fable, and I was willing to pull out every resource available.
My bike slowed as I came to a stop sign. My boots hit the dirt right as a familiar bike came into view. Silas wasn’t wearing his helmet, but he had on a gaiter mask, and the second his eyes landed on me, they blazed with fury.
Shit.
My stomach flipped with nervous excitement because for two years I had remained in a nice, safe cage where he could always check up on me. This was the first time I’d dared to play the same game that he was playing. He couldn’t see my face through my visor because I had opted for a full head helmet and my bike was more of a sports bike compared to his Chopper.
He started for me, but I revved the throttle and put my boot down to steady the frame as I turned to the right and sped away. My husband could chase me if he wanted to scold me about staying put and being watched by his Raiders.
My hair flew behind me as I leaned over the engine of my bike, my focus on the road ahead, while flicking my gaze every so often to the small side mirror. Silas was right behind me, revving his engine to taunt me. He was also very clearly humoring me because while my bike was going nearly seventy miles per hour, he seemed as if this was amusing to him. He sat upright, one hand on the throttle, and the other hanging down by his side.
I knew him well enough that if I continued to push, he’d do something insane, like pull me right from the bike onto his lap and give zero fucks about my bike crashing. I doubted very much that he wanted me riding at all, so to save my precious Yamaha, I pulled off on a side road where tall stalks of corn hid us from view.
His engine roared behind me, then cut off right as I lowered the kickstand for my bike and slid off the seat.
My heart nearly pushed through my chest as I took in Silas. Seated on his bike with both legs down, steadying the frame, he wore a gaping tank, which revealed all the ink that saturated his skin. He wore no patches, no colors. Nothing that would identify him as a Death Raider. I hadn’t seen him without those patches since he was seventeen years old.
He tugged the gaiter mask down so I could see his mouth. His eyes were storming, his lips were flat, his expression practically screamed that he was silently rioting in that beautiful head of his. My helmet was still on, but for the sake of this game that we were playing, I removed it and set it on the seat of my bike.
His glare remained indifferent as he waited there on his bike, looking like the villain who usurped a king.
I walked to him, and he tracked my every step. Once I reached his outstretched leg, I placed my hand on his shoulder and slid in front of him, letting my legs fall to the side. I wore leather pants, motorcycle boots and my leather property patch, which covered my arms. Under it, I had a simple, loose tank and sports bra.
Silas tugged under my ass, pulling my legs over his hips, and then his nose was in my neck where he was inhaling.
I felt like his drug of choice. While he’d never seemed to dabble in anything but nicotine, his lips traveled over my jaw as if every cell of mine was laced in heroin.
“Did you forget yourself, Wife ?” he rumbled close to my ear.
I smiled, stroking his neck as I whispered back, “Not at all, Husband . I’ve simply remembered myself.”
His chuckle was short-lived because his mouth had attached to my throat, sucking and kissing while his hands slid under my jacket, gripping my ribs.
“You still under the assumption that we ended somehow? ”
He was going to punish me for that, but hopefully he’d wait until I could properly enjoy it.
“Are you still under the assumption that I need to be kept behind in order for you to keep me safe?”
He pushed my jacket off, which allowed the soft breeze to brush against my skin. His lips were ravenous as he moved them down my chest and then my shirt was lifted and I was in front of him in just my sports bra and leather pants.
“Me wanting to keep you safe shouldn’t mean we end.” He pressed a kiss to my stomach then unzipped my bra and let my breasts spill free. His mouth was on them in an instant, kissing, and sucking on my peaked nipples. The breeze slid over them each time Silas relented, and then he stared in fascination as he dipped his head once more to slowly lick the pink buds.
He knew this sort of slow torture worked me up, but it did the same to him if the thickness pressing against my core was any indication.
My back was stretched out awkwardly across his bike frame, my head between his handlebars, and I trusted Silas to keep us steady. We’d fucked on the back of his bike plenty of times before; he always knew how to keep us safe, but he was also not thinking super clearly right now.
“It shouldn’t mean we press pause either, Silas. Which is exactly what we did all those years while you left me for Fable.”
“So it’s one or the other?” His tongue traveled down the center path between my breasts, which left me shuddering. My hands went to his hair, tugging and pulling him closer. My hips lifted, desperate for friction.
His head lifted, revealing a devilish smirk. “You bought yourself a bike.”
He hadn’t just noticed…he brought it up for some other purpose, that was how Silas worked. I was trying to discern what it would be when suddenly Silas was lifting me. My legs went around his hips as he cleared the bike.
Green stalks of corn blotted out the sky, standing tall, and offered enough protection that no one was going to see us from the road. Which was good because my husband deposited me in front of my Yamaha. He picked up my helmet that was sitting on the seat and hung it on the handlebar, then stared at me with a hunger I hadn’t yet witnessed. With his hands on my hips, he turned me and then gently nudged his leg between mine, which forced my palms to land on the seat of the bike.
“You seem proud of this method of freedom. Escaping the detail I set for you, not having anyone watch over you while Fable is out hunting you. It’s cute, Caelum. But now you’re going to take my cock while I bend you over the back of this little bike you seem to be so proud of.”
“My bike will fall over…I’m not?—”
His hand came over my mouth, his lips at my ear. “You should know me better than that, Caelum. I’d never let anything happen to you, and by extension, your little bike.”
I did know that. Silas was a lot of things but careless and cruel wasn’t one of them.
Letting out an uneven breath, I looked at the stalks of corn, my hands pressed into the seat of my bike and then bit my lip when his hands gently pulled down the leather at my hips. My thong went with it until my ass was on display, the chilled breeze gliding over the exposed skin.
I heard him spit, which meant he was coating his cock, readying it for me. He’d done it dry before when I wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. He was too massive, and honestly even with him lubricated, it usually took a few strokes for me to get acclimated.
“Bend over.”
I did as he said, leaning over the seat, trusting that he would hold us both up. My eyes fluttered shut as I released the fear of what I’d been through, and what might come, and just enjoyed the feel of Silas taking me in the middle of a cornfield.
I felt younger, freer. I loved the Stone Riders and all that they had done for me, but having Silas back felt like I was ten again, sitting on a warm dock with no other care in the world but frog hunting.
The head of his cock pressed against my center, and with a groan, he gently nudged it inside me, inch by inch. My nails pushed into the seat painfully hard as I held my position, relishing how full I felt.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” Silas breathed against my ear, holding my shoulder as he adjusted himself. My legs were spread, my boots slightly dragging in the dirt as my chest was planted more firmly over the seat.
My bra was still unzipped so my tits were mashed against the cushion. A moan escaped me as Silas slid out and then sheathed himself once more, the slickness from my arousal coating him as he moved back into place. Once he set a rhythm, it felt so good that I began to lose myself. The rocking of the bike was a distant thought, my boots dragging, Silas gripping my chest and pulling me up so that he had a better angle.
He was ruthless with how he handled me, like I was merely a ragdoll he had stuffed full with his cock, and was now fucking me senseless.
“You may be free to do what you want, Caelum, but you’re still mine. Which means...” He tilted his hips and thrust into me, making me gasp. “If you go to a rival club, I will follow. And if I can’t tear them apart for taking you in, then I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget.”
I was suddenly pulled off the bike and spun around. My legs went around him as he carried us into the thick cornstalks. My lips went to his, our mouths resuming the fucking that his cock had started. His tongue swept in, claiming me in delicious ways.
We moved to the ground, the soft earth under us as Silas held me in his lap. My knees went to either side of him, pressing into the dirt as our mouths stayed fused together. I didn’t even notice when he’d notched his erection at my wet slit.
He lifted me so that he had enough leverage that it allowed me to slide down onto him and then we were fucking again, ruthless, fast and hungry.
My hips moved with urgency, taking him as deep as I could, and allowing him to hit that place inside that needed him so badly. His hands kneaded my ass, pulling me impossibly closer, and I was lost.
Falling and flying.
My mouth parted on a scream and I barely registered tattooed fingers sliding over my tongue. I sucked on his fingers, as his other hand squeezed my ass, and then he was groaning his own release, freezing in place with one last hard thrust as he filled me with hot, sticky cum.
“My fucking god, Silas.” I tried to catch my breath, kissing the hand that fell away from my mouth. He peppered my jaw with gentle kisses as we both worked to catch our breath .
He muttered something that sounded like, “My fucking wife,” but I couldn’t quite make it out. I didn’t need to. I knew what he was thinking, and that was the problem with us.
We knew each other’s souls, inside and out, and we both knew how this would end.
I’d push, he’d cave because he only wanted to exist if it meant I was safe. I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but I also refused to live without him any longer.
Pressing a kiss to the side of his eye, I curled into his chest. Knowing my thighs would be sticky, and his erection would soon be softening. I didn’t care. I wanted to stay exactly where I was.
“I’m a stain on your soul, Caelum. There is no removing me.”
No truer statement had ever been made.
“I don’t want to remove you, Silas. I want to exist with you…and the only way to do that is to hunt the same monsters you are.”
He let out a sigh and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear.
“I’ve seen the dark side of Fable, Natty. I know what depraved things he has done. I will not risk you being with me when I find him.”
He seemed to forget that I was held captive by the same man. I may not have had to witness all the same horrors he did growing up, but I felt the tendrils of fear attached to the atmosphere he created. I felt the terror.
“Then we’re at a stalemate, Husband. I won’t stop.”
Silas cradled my face; my knees were still pressed into the earth and the stalks of corn swayed above us from the gentle breeze in the air.
We could hear cars on the road we’d turned off of a ways back.
“If anything happens to you, I’ll burn it down.”
I tilted my head. “Burn what down?”
His unsettling light eyes arrested me, holding the very air in my lungs hostage as he said with all seriousness that I knew was within him. “Every last thing that makes up this world. The clubs, the people. The towns. I don’t care. I’ll take it. There’s a dragon somewhere curled in this heart of mine, and it’s greedy for you, Natty. Obsessed, insane and absolutely feral to keep you safe.”
The severity of my choices began sinking in.
Silas wouldn’t stop or settle until I was back behind the gilded doors of the Stone Riders. We’d stay out here, in this cornfield, fucking and fighting until I agreed to go back because he was that serious about my safety.
With a heavy sigh, I pressed my forehead to his.
“Escort me back.”
I felt him physically relax at my resignation, but deep down, he’d have to know me better than that. I may be willing to return, but it certainly didn’t mean I’d stay.