11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Lilli
After Wolf left, I stared at the door for I don’t know how long, hoping he would reappear before eventually turning away with a sigh. I don’t know why I continue to harbor the hope that he’ll see me, not as the baby he thinks I am but as a woman.
It’s an impossibility.
The adrenaline rush of riding on Wolf’s bike faded and I sat on the side of the bed, rolling my aching feet before lying back.
After whatever happened at the field which remains a mystery and the thrill of seeing Wolf again, I was just starting to decompress. My eyelids fluttered and I arranged myself against the pillows, pulling the one with a distinct indentation against my chest.
The last thing I remembered was breathing him in before I woke to the sun shining on my face.
Disoriented and still half asleep, I rub my eyes and glance around before it all comes rushing back. The field. Wolf. The bed.
Shoot.
I didn’t go home. I’m in for it now.
With a shiver, I sit up and look around. My boots are no longer on my feet which means Wolf returned long enough to remove them, but I’m definitely alone now.
Hm. Pulling back the covers, I adjust the shirt that feels more like a bandage and throw my legs over the side. I need to go home before this gets any…
The door leading to what I now see is a bathroom opens and standing before me in nothing, but a towel is six feet of glorious masculinity.
His arms, flexed to hold the towel, blaze with the tattoo art painting his yummy, tanned skin. His abs have abs and holy crap, I think I might swoon.
With my jaw at my knees no doubt, I follow a droplet of water down his pecs, over the ridges of his six-pack, and into the dark hair at his navel before I’m drawn to the burgeoning bulge under the towel.
Absently I hear Wolf clear his throat, but I can’t move. I’m frozen. I’m pretty sure there’s a snake underneath that towel because holy Jesus.
Only when he stalks toward me do I raise my gaze, sucking in a breath when I meet his glittering stare.
Flames lick along my skin and I shiver, squeezing my legs together. His eyes flare and he leans over me, forcing me to tip my head back.
With his lips a breath from mine he rasps, “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” I whimper. Strangely, his words send a zing of pleasure through me while my mind battles all the words Mama has drilled into us over the years.
When he growls, pushing me back against the bed and leaning over top of me, I have just enough time to wonder where the towel went before his mouth is on mine.
Instant fire. His warm soft lips are like heaven and when I gasp, he licks inside, swirling his tongue around my mouth before sucking my tongue. The sensation makes me writhe and I grab his shoulders dizzy under the onslaught.
The hard lines of his chest brush against my aching nipples and I pulse all over when his mouth curves in a grin. I ache to feel the rasp again but stifle my disappointment when he pushes me back.
His fingers dance over my core and I feel the heat through the rough fabric of my jeans.
“Do you taste as sweet as you look, baby girl?” he rasps.
Oh my god. What am I doing? What he’s saying should be so wrong, but the husky rumble sends tingles along my nerve endings, and I buck my hips, feeling the burn.
I need him to slake it—now.
Absently, I note the ease with which he helps me remove my pants before he pauses, and I glance down. Why did he stop?
He’s staring at my underwear with a crinkle in his brows before he shakes his head and says something I can’t make out beyond, “…fucking crazy.”
Is he disgusted by my plain old panties? I may be sheltered but I’m not naive. I’ve seen the lingerie our parents would die before letting us wear. Shoot.
The desire buzzing through me fades under my embarrassment and I inch away with my eyes closed. This is humiliating enough but I will die if I have to see amusement or worse disgust on his face. As I go to draw away though, he presses his palm against my core.
“Oh,” I groan, falling back and shamelessly spreading my knees.
“Look at me,” he growls, and I meet his glittering stare as he rips my panties from my body and drops between my legs.
My stomach whooshes as though a thousand butterflies swirl madly within, and I resist the urge to cover myself…down there. Simultaneously, tingles erupt between the juncture of my thighs and with a quiet sigh, I tilt my hips.
His answering chuckle creates goosebumps that cascade along my skin and I shiver when he leans in and inhales.
“Oh god,” I breathe.
“Not god, baby girl. Me. And you smell fucking amazing.” After the dirty proclamation, he licks between my folds.
I don’t know whether to move away, tilt my hips or just lay here but all that fades away and I can’t concentrate on anything but the way his wicked tongue explores and caresses the most intimate part of me.
Up, down, around he goes before he slides inside.
I never thought it would be like this. Not in a million years. I can’t control the urge for more and buck below him, moaning desperately.
“Fuck,” he groans and pumps until I shout, arching into his mouth. Absently, I note if this is a sin, I don’t want to be anything but a sinner.
When he pulls back, I feel the cool air and mourn the loss until he brushes his fingers against my entrance while caressing his tongue between my folds. His rough finger brushes my walls, while I writhe mindlessly below him, the slight burn no match for the feeling cascading through me on wings of fire.
Something is building and building and it’s so great that I don’t know if I can take it, but I want it, so badly. I need it.
“Look at me,” he rumbles, and I glance up. His eyes glitter and I convulse around him as he says, “You taste fucking perfect, baby girl.”
I suspect his gruff tone and the need I sense behind those gorgeous peepers are what send me over the edge as light bursts behind my eyes and I pump into his face, crying, “Wolf!”
With a groan, he laps me up while I shiver and shake, staring blindly at the ceiling. That was by far the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Wh-What?” I mumble, glancing around when something crashes behind me.
Wolf pops his head up, his mouth glistening as someone says through the door, “Yo, Wolf. You coming down or what?”
I shiver when Wolf licks his lips, his eyes closing briefly before a shadow crosses his face.
Bowing his head, he mumbles, “Motherfucker.”
Meanwhile, I stare at him dazed as he rises. My eyes drop to his erection, but he turns away just as quickly, and I whimper.
His bare ass flexes as he grabs a pair of jeans off the floor and as he walks away, the last of my pleasure fades. Where’s he going?
“Get dressed,” he barks, and I flinch when he locks himself in the bathroom, slamming the door on the way.
Shoot. What just happened?
Rolling over, I scream into the pillow before shuffling into my clothes with a grumpy frown. Was that regret I saw on Wolf’s face before he disappeared behind that door?
Fighting the sting of humiliation and a good dose of need still buzzing along my nerve endings, I stand on the wicked boots and stride to the door.
If I wait around for platitudes about how this shouldn’t have happened or even worse, him ignoring it happened altogether, I might lose my mind.
When I swing the door open, Duke is on the other side. He raises his brows, his lips tilting into a grin which I ignore as I say, “Where's my sister?”
He holds out his arm and I follow, fighting the urge to turn back because, despite the weird ache in my heart, there’s nothing for me back there but pain.
“Lilli Anne! What have you done?” Miriam says and for a moment I think she’s talking about Wolf and my cheeks heat.
“Daddy’s going to kill you,” she says, clutching her tiny baby bump.
“Mir,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around her. Tears prick my eyes and although it’s partly because I missed my sister, the other is related to the beast who made me feel indescribable pleasure and then escaped into the bathroom directly after.
Would a hug have been out of order?
“How is everyone? Mercy?” she asks, pulling back with shining eyes.
“Good. Okay,” I stumble over the lie and Miriam drops her chin.
I stiffen when Wolf appears with a scowl on his handsome face. Since I’m ignoring how he hurt my damn feelings, I don’t greet him. Instead, I say, “Mir, there’s something I have to tell you.”
She nods and waves away Duke hovering at her back. He looks between us with a furrowed brow before retreating and Miriam takes my hand, leading me toward the coaches in which all manner of things took place last night.
Wrinkling my nose, I scan the fabric before sitting down beside her.
Miriam brushes her hair out of her face and with a pulse of concern, I grab her hand. “Are you okay?”
She smiles but the sparkle behind her eyes is gone. “I’m good. Yes, it’s just…”
“What?”
Shrugging, she says, “I don’t fit in here.”
“Why?” Miriam seemed to hold her own just fine the one time I saw her out but maybe I’m missing something.
“I’m not like the women around here. They sometimes, I don’t know, tease me and stuff.”
“What?” I say, glancing around for one of these women. They better leave my sister alone.
“It’s fine. I’m overreacting. Hormones,” she says with a chuckle.
Studying her pale face, my heart sinks because now I’m about to add to her worry.
She searches my eyes, before squeezing my hand. “Tell me about Mercy. She still battling it out with that teacher of hers.”
Chuckling, I wave my hand. “Yes, but I think they’re at a stalemate. Mercy came home the other day with a new project—write a paper about the history of the Cold War.”
Miriam laughs and grabs her belly. Touching her hand, I ask, “How are you feeling?”
A smile lights her eyes, and she rubs her stomach, saying, “So far, other than a bit of heart burn, I’m good. Tired, you know? But we found a sweet little house out on old Route 20. We’ve been shopping for baby stuff.”
“Do you know what you’re having?” I ask, a lump in my throat. It’s so good to see the shine back in her eyes. Maybe leaving home and creating her own destiny really was the right idea. This despite it being with a no-good biker as Daddy would say.
“No.” She shakes her head. “We want it to be a surprise. Now, what was so important that you’re risking Daddy’s wrath to see me?”
Wincing at the reminder, I shake my head before saying, “I heard them talking. Mama’s angry, about…” I wave my hand, and she nods, touching her belly. “Anyway, she, um, she threatened you.”
“Huh?
“She said something about making you lose the baby.”
She stares at me blankly before looking away. Her lips wobble as she whispers, “She hates me, this…that bad?”
Shoot. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. If Miriam is here, she’s got to be safe. Right?
“I’m sorry,” I say, and she sucks in a breath, her spine stiff. Now I know I shouldn’t have said anything, and I hope that I’m not adding to her stress when the only thing she should be worrying about is her baby.
“Mir–”
“Whatever,” she says, rubbing her hands down her thighs. “I don’t need her shit anyway.”
Nodding miserably, I turn away, watching as Wolf greets a newcomer and follows him outside. He’s leaving? Without even a goodbye. Shoot.
“What’s going on, anyway? Were you in Wolf’s room?” Miriam asks.
Jumping on her it-couldn’t-possibly-be bandwagon, I laugh and wave my hand. “He wasn’t there.”
“Oh.” She nods as though that makes perfect sense and I bite back my retort. I guess I am that boring.
“Anyway, I should go,” I say, standing, and wobbling in the damn boots. Not only are my feet killing me but I’m sure I look completely ridiculous. I’d like to walk out of here with some dignity…what’s left of it anyway.
“Do you have anything I could…wear?” I ask.
Chuckling, Miriam points at the boots and says, “Where’d you find those?”
“Don’t ask,” I mumble.
“C’mon.”
After pulling on a T-shirt over the tube top, I greedily grab the sandals she offers and hug Miriam goodbye before sliding into Duke’s car.
Not only didn’t I come home last night, but I’m wearing clothes that for this sin alone could get me a whipping. It’s these thoughts that roll through my brain as Duke drives me back to the woods.
I studiously ignore the fact that Wolf did indeed leave me without a word because if I dwell, I know I’ll regret it.
As it stands, I’m still processing what happened in that room. It was wonderful, amazing and something I will remember forever. However, Wolf left me lying on that bed feeling achingly exposed.
Beyond that, I can’t help but to consider what we did in terms of Daddy’s teachings. I sinned…but am I truly repentant?
When we roll up to the spot where I met Duke for the first time, which feels like a lifetime ago now, I stare at the entrance to the park and ask, “Duke?”
“Yup.”
Turning to him, I study his face and realize he’s a less stern version of his brother with blue eyes instead of stormy gray but the same dark hair and pretty lips.
“Is Miriam, okay?”
His eyes widen before he shrugs and says, “Yeah. She’s good.”
“And the baby?”
Miriam looked so miserable and now I’ve added my parents and their evil plans to the mix. Ugh.
“They’re both fine,” he says with a smile. “You’re just like your sister. Stop worrying.”
“Right,” I mumble. Why is she worrying? Gah, this is so maddening.
Turning to the door, I clutch the knob and ask, “Is she safe with your club?”
I see his brows furrow in the reflection of the window before he says, stiffly, “The MC is a brotherhood, and if you’re asking me if I would let anything happen to her, the answer is no. Why do you ask?”
“Um, just curious.”
I can’t exactly blurt all the questions I have. How dangerous is it to be MC as he called it? Could something happen to him or Wolf? What about Miriam? Can they protect her from our parents?
“Look,” he says. “Miriam is one of us. The brothers would die to protect her.”
I guess that answers one of my questions but leaves me with so many more. If they’re willing to die for her, then that means dying is a possibility. Why?
“Thanks,” I say softly before entering the woods.
The walk is peaceful, but my gut is in knots wondering what I’m facing when I get home.
As a last-ditch effort to at least save me the heartache of additional punishment for my clothes, I manage to sneak in through my bedroom window only to stop short at the sight of Rachel sitting on my bed.
She looks up from her book and sets it aside before crossing her arms.
My stomach sinks at that because Rachel enjoys being the favorite. If this had been Mercy, I’d have stood a better chance.
“What?” I ask, grabbing my nightshirt off the bed and stripping.
“Where were you?”
“Out.”
Once I’m changed, I stuff my dress back in the hamper and sit down beside her.
“You might want to wash your face,” she says, raising a brow.
With a gasp, I stop before the mirror and wince at the makeup running below my eyes. I look like a raccoon. Did Wolf seriously…do what he did while I looked like this ?
Shoot. No wonder he went running.
“Wait here,” Rachel says, and I stare at my reflection miserably until she returns. To my surprise, she’s holding a washcloth, and I say, “What?”
With a shrug, she says, “I heard what they said too.”
“About Miriam?” I glance at the door like they’ll come barging in at any second.
“Yeah. Did you go to her?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, scrubbing my face. “How much trouble am I in?”
“None.” She shrugs. “I told them you were still sleeping, and they left a couple of hours ago.”
Collapsing to the bed, I mutter, “Thanks.”
But shame is a ball in my gut because I’ve always lumped Rachel in with them and she’s shown me a side of her I didn’t know existed.
“How was Miriam?” she asks.
“Okay. Sad. I think she misses us.”
Rachel snorts and lays down on the bed beside me. “It’s not the same without her here.”
“No…it’s not.”
Wolf
“Look at me like that again and I’ma punch your face,” I bark, and Duke’s sly grin grows.
The fucker’s asking for it and I’m frustrated enough that I eye him for a minute before shaking my head. It’s not worth it. The pussy will whine about it forever and his woman will be all over my ass.
Fuck me. Did Lilli tell her sister?
Whatever. It’s not like I fucked her.
Although I was going to if Duke hadn’t banged on that door. I’m only fucking human. When Lilli pinned those hungry dark eyes on me, something snapped.
The problem is, I got a taste of heaven and now I know exactly what’s hiding beneath those clothes. I’ve had plenty of pussy. I’m not exactly hard up but she looks at me like I’m a god and she’s so damn responsive. And her fucking pristine, boring as fuck panties…fuck me, I’ve never been so hard in my life.
Is she as innocent as I think she is? No way, she must have at least fucked someone else to be that responsive. Right?
Damn. That just made me pause. Thoughts of any other dick but mine inside her sour my stomach and I move my gaze to the door.
Maybe I should go right back in there and finish what I started and while I’m at it, I’ll make sure I ruin her for every man who comes after me.
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Wrong choice of words. Now I’m practically burning and with a silent groan, I pinch the bridge of my nose.
Enough. No more.
She’s back where she belongs and that’s that.
“Fuck it,” I growl and pop Duke in the face. He stumbles back, shaking his head but that stupid grin never falters.
“What were you thinking?” he says, in a high-pitched voice. “One pussy is as good as another.”
Glowering, I turn back to my bike. Fucker thinks he’s funny.
When I don’t respond, he says, “Okay. Okay.”
He holds up his hands and I start to relax before he starts to back away and says, “Just don’t forget to wrap it up, old man.”
When I whip around, he flashes his middle finger. I consider going after the little shit before letting it go. I’ve got stuff to do, and it doesn’t involve beating the shit out of my brother or fucking delicious little Lilli.
After our interrogation last night, there are a few loose ends to tie up. Interestingly, amongst all the bullshit the little rat babbled was a tidbit about Danny. He’s been dabbling with the Smokin’ Aces MC.
The fucker must’ve gotten hit in the head or some shit because dealing with those assholes is a slap in the face to his old man and our club.
Why would he do it?
I’ve been really fucking lenient with the little fucker considering what he got up to with my sister. The time for forgiveness is over though. You wanna play with the big boys?
Fine. I’ll show you how it’s done.
Three hours later, I finally hunt him down. He looks up from his car when I approach, his fingers tight around the wrench in his hand.
Danny’s always loved tinkering with things. When Ace was alive and Danny was still at the clubhouse, he spent all his time working on the bikes.
Back then, he was a bright-eyed teen with an eagerness to prove himself and his place with the Shadow Saints.
I understand his reasons for backing off after his dad died but I’m quite sure this ain’t taking the high road in some misplaced anger for what happened. The Smokin’ Aces killed his dad, and the man is probably rolling over in his damn grave.
“Wolf,” he says, eyeing me cautiously.
With a grunt, I lean against the car and say, “You been busy, Danny.”
Danny’s eyes narrow while I watch him closely but to his credit, he gives nothing away when he shrugs and says, “Got a lot going on. You know? Rose and me, got hitched.”
This makes me pause. My baby sister is married. Jesus, if I didn’t know for a fact that Duke hasn’t spoken to her in over a year, I’d think they planned this shit. Between the two, I suspect I’m going to be completely fucking grey within the year.
“Congrats,” I say through a dry throat. Just because we’re not speaking and haven’t since our cunt mother told me to go to hell and fucking stay there, doesn’t mean I don’t love the little troublemaker.
She doesn’t know it and that’s fine, but I suspect my dad’s disappearance can be laid at the feet of her grandfather and daddy. I know those fuckers had something to do with it, which doesn’t make them upstanding citizens of the law.
Nope, those fuckers abuse their status as cops to get what they want which makes them more dangerous in a way than the Aces. Between the two, it’s a helluva fucking fight though.
This is why we need to end this war now. We’ve had too many casualties. The women are tired and the men dwindling. Despite the newest recruits, we can’t afford to lose the men who have spent their lives devoted to our brotherhood even if I know the majority would gladly die if it came down to it.
We fight because we have to and sometimes because it feeds the darker part of our souls, but this has gone on long enough.
“Thanks,” Danny says.
“Look, as Ace’s only son, I’ma be straight with you,” I say.
Danny slowly nods and while I don’t know exactly what the fucker is thinking, I see the wheels turning. If he brings the shit, he’s dabbling in, to my sister’s door, I’ll kill the fucker myself.
“Okay…”
“The Aces don’t care about your shit, Danny. You don’t break away and now, you’re gonna end up dead.”
“Let me guess,” he says, tossing the wrench on the ground. “The Shadow Saints will do the honors? Fuck you, Wolf.”
I stand from my lean and pop the knuckles of my right hand. I’d like to punch this asshole in the fucking face but I’m giving him a pass…this time. My sister needs this douche more than I need to mess up his face, but…
“You’re a fucking idiot, Danny. I’m done here,” I say but I pause at my bike, staring out over the rolling lawn.
For someone who’s supposedly only dabbling in the trade, Danny sure does have a cozy little spot for him and his wife. I’m grateful she’s comfortable, but this don’t sit right, and I hope like fuck, I’m wrong.
“Danny?” I say, throwing my leg over the bike.
“What?”
“You get my sister messed up in this and you die.”
He doesn’t respond and as I start my bike, rev the motor, and take off, I glance in the rearview mirror. The curtains in the cute little farmhouse house twitch and I shake my head.
I guess Rose was there after all.