Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
My hand reaches over the bed to find it empty and cold. Fuck, she’s gone already. I groan as I turn over, my muscles protesting at the movement. I blink a few times trying to get my eyes to adjust to the sliver of light that’s streaming through the gap in the curtain.
I didn’t get much sleep last night after Marissa passed out from her first couple of orgasms. I let her sleep for about thirty minutes before waking her for another round. I wanted to taste her, I needed to. But she had other ideas. She managed to push me onto my back and before I knew what was happening, she wrapped her mouth around my cock giving me the most intense blow job I’ve ever had.
Fuck me, just thought of it has me hard again. I grab my shaft and pump my hand up and down a few times. Closing my eyes, I imagine her mouth around me, her hands cupping my balls, rubbing and squeezing them. I imagine grabbing her hair and holding her down on my dick, her hand gripping my thigh her nails digging the longer I hold her in place. I imagine her tongue flattening, and her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks as hard as she can.
My dick swells, and I let out a groan as I feel it pulse before my hot cum shoots from the tip and covers my stomach. I continue slow, pumping movements with my hand, my other arm covering my eyes and I let my orgasm sweep through me. I lay there for a few more minutes letting my body come down when my phone dings. Reaching over I grab it with my clean hand and check the message.
Knuckles - Church 20 minutes.
“Fuck.” I throw my phone onto my bed and jump in the shower to clean off.
Almost fifteen minutes later I’m showered and ready. I grab my kutte from the back of the chair and throw it on when I spot my jeans on the floor from last night. I pick them up and empty the back pocket of the thing I took last night.
I smirk before bringing them up to my nose and smelling them. I wonder at what point she realised that I’d taken her underwear this morning. I laugh as I place them under my pillow then stop myself.
“What the fuck am I doing. Shit.”
I look at them in my hand and berate myself. I can’t believe I was about to put them under my pillow, I can’t believe I kept them. Keeping them is a mistake, she’s meant to be a one-time thing. Fucking her was meant to get her out of my system. Keeping these ensures she’ll remain in my fucking head. I throw them on the dresser and storm out of the room and down to church.
I’m not listening to a fucking word that’s being said. My head’s fucking spinning. I’m so fucking mad at myself. I can’t believe I kept her fucking underwear. The woman was incredible, I’ll give her that, but she doesn’t deserve a space in my head. No fucking woman does. They’re all after one fucking thing, your patch.
“Earth to Wrath. Are you fucking listening?”
My head shoots up to face Knuckles. The entire room is watching me.
“What’s wrong, you fail to make your girl happy last night?”
The room erupts into laughter. Fuckhead thinks he’s funny.
“Fuck you, arsehole. She was plenty satisfied.”
Growling from both ends of the table has my head spinning back and forth. Both Griff and Juggler are giving me daggers. I smirk at Griff then shrug my shoulders.
“What? She was.”
“So fucking satisfied she snuck out of here at six am?” Juggler bites out. His voice low. He stares at me waiting for me to respond. I don’t. What the fuck am I meant to say to that. I wondered what time she left. I’m pissed that she felt like she needed to sneak out, I would have taken her home.
But maybe it was for the best though. At least this way there was no awkward morning-after conversation. I drop my head, not really wanting to get into it. I don’t like how it’s making me feel knowing that she snuck out.
“Wrath.” I look up at Knuckles.
“Yes, Prez.”
“How would you feel about riding straight on to London? You said most of your shit was packed. I can have the prospects drive it all down to you in a day or two?”
I sit up straighter, wishing I’d been paying more attention before now.
“Sorry, have I missed something?” I look from Knuckles to Nitro and back again, waiting for one of them to respond.
“No, you haven’t missed anything,” Nitro states. “But you said you were more than happy to come to London. And my SAA is getting tired of doing both roles. I want to get my club in order before any shit blows back on us from the trouble in Glasgow. I’d like for you to ride with us tomorrow, but if you wanna head back to Manchester first?” He leaves the sentence hanging, waiting for me to respond.
I look at Knuckles, who just stares at me without giving any indication of how he feels. He’s leaving the choice up to me, just like he left the choice to move to London up to me. I give him a small nod and he smiles in return.
“I’ll ride back with you tomorrow. Prez?”
“Yeah?” Both Nitro and Knuckles answer at the same time.
I chuckle but shake my head. “You’re not quite my Prez just yet Nitro.”
I turn to face Knuckles. “I figured I’d be leaving not long after we got back. Everything I need is packed up in my room ready to go. Can you get it down to me this weekend?”
“Maybe a few of us can ride down with the prospects,” Brick pipes up, “Make a weekend of it, say good fucking riddance properly.” He laughs at himself. He's making a joke of it, but I know he’s going to miss me. Brick and I have been friends for a long time. After Nitro left for London, Brick and I rose up the ranks together. It’s going to be strange not seeing his face every day.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I tell him. He gives me a small smile then turns back to Knuckles, who gives the go-ahead.
The rest of the meeting is spent discussing the plans for Mad Dogs funeral next week, but my mind wanders to her. I thought I’d fuck her out of my system. I thought once would be enough. It’s a good thing I’m heading to London tomorrow. The sooner I put some serious distance between me and her the sooner I can stop thinking about her.