Chapter 9 Oak #2
"You going to make me ask twice?"
She cocks her head to the side. "And if I?"
"You won't like the consequences."
Coyly she batts her eyelashes. "What kind of consequences are we talking about?"
I narrow my eyes at her. "None you will like."
"You sure about that?" And just the mere suggestion of her liking what I would do to her has me painfully hard again.
Her ass red from my palm.
Her lips wrapped around my cock.
Her hands bound behind her back as I take her from behind.
Fuck.
"Grace," I say her name in warning but my eyes are burning with desire.
"I think I'm liking the idea of a punishment," she teases me. All the blood rushes down to my cock.
Yeah, I like the idea of it too, baby but we can't.
Sticks clears his throat and that causes her to break our stare.
Snake smothers a chuckle under his hand but hides it terribly.
From the corner of my eye I can see Alice looking at us with a small smile on her face.
"Slater is taking us to Bushkill Falls," she answers me.
"No, he's not."
Her mouth falls open, hanging agape in shock. "Excuse me?"
I lean back in my chair and fold my arms over my chest. Her eyes follow the action. "You're not going with Slater."
"And why not?"
"Yeah," Slater splutters. "Why the fuck can't I take them?"
"If you know what's good for you, Slater, I wouldn't," Snake advises him with a deviant smirk on his face. And when he catches my eye he winks. That fucker.
"Oak?" She presses demanding an answer.
Rising from the chair I then lean over the table towards her. She's doesn't back away from me. She moves closer. It's as if she doesn't even realize what her body is doing.
I lower my voice just for her to hear. "I'm taking you and Connor. Not him or anyone else. Is that clear?"
Her eyes twinkle with defiance. "So you're not busy today?"
Fuck.
The sass that comes out of that luscious mouth. How I would love to silence it with my cock. Something tells me she would love it. Winding her hair in my fist and throat fucking her as tears well in her eyes from how big I am.
I wonder how much of me she can take. How much will she allow me to push her?
And how many times will she scream my name in pleasure before she's screaming she can't take anymore?
The thoughts consume me. Creating an infestation in my head that I can't get rid of.
Needing this to end before I lose all self control I say to her in a voice that's husky, "Be ready for me, Grace."
Her cheeks deepen in color and the lovely shade travels down her neck and across her chest.
We both know what I mean because her eyes flash.
Before she can argue with me I wink at her and then leave.
As I head back to my room there's two things I need to do first.
One, to take an ice cold shower.
Two, remind myself why I can't give into her.
I groan inwardly.
This is going to be hell.
After I take the coldest shower of my life and remind myself until I'm blue in the face that I can't allow her to win, I find myself waiting for them.
Everyone else has finished their breakfast and going on with the day as they planned. With what went down at Church last night we have to lay somewhat low so the feds have no reason to further question us.
"For a man who says he doesn't want her you sure showed something different this morning," Snake snickers from behind me. I turn to see his signature smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Slater doesn't need to take them when I'm here." Sure, that sounds almost believable.
"Or you wanted to piss on your territory without claiming it first," he argues.
I shake my head despite how right he may be.
There's something about Grace that makes me want to protect her, own her and worship every inch of her.
He then rolls his eyes. Laughing at my expense. "Slater knows not to go after her. He may be a flirt but not an idiot seeking his death."
"I'm not talking about this."
"Okay fine. We'll talk about it later." Before I can argue he grows serious, "I told Alice having a graduation party here for Grace isn't wise. Considering the feds and all."
"Did you tell her about them?"
"I know I shouldn't-"
"But you did," I finish for him. He nods his head. It doesn’t bother me. It’s only another secret I’ll keep of his like the many he’s keeping for me.
"We can have it at The Pit," I tell him.
His brow raises. "Weren't they just sniffing there?"
"It's a public place. They can't cause too much of a stir. And I don't want them to have a reason to come waltzing in here like they own the place. We keep them as far away from the club house as we can."
"Sounds good. I'll tell Alice the change of plans." He goes to leave but I stop him.
"Do me a favor," I start. He walks back to me and waits for me to continue. "Tell Alice not to get her hopes up."
He tilts his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
I swallow. "I saw how she looked at Grace and I during breakfast today. She was happy, Snake. And I know what she's thinking but it's never going to happen. Don't let her think otherwise."
"She's not the only one thinking it, brother."
"Listen, I know you are, too but-"
His snort cuts me off. "Admit to yourself that you think about it, Oak. There's something there. Everyone can see it. Be a fucking man and stop denying it."
This time he goes to leave and I don't stop him.
There isn't much I can say without having to lie to his face anyway.
"I'm ready to go!" Connor shouts excitedly as he comes running in. He doesn't stop until he barrels into me.
Because of how small he is compared to me it doesn't affect me but I pretend. I stumble a couple of steps back as I wrap my arms around the kid. "Whoa, champ. You almost took me out."
I then let go of him and he playfully punches me on the stomach. "I'm getting stronger everyday," he says proudly. He then punches me in the stomach again, this time with more force. He narrows his eyes up at me and points. "Best you remember that."
"You going to hurt me? Aren't we friends?"
"We are friends but if you hurt my sister I'll have no choice but to hurt you back. And that would suck because I hate losing people when I don't have that many to begin with."
Fuck.
Hollows Point has forced this kid to grow up so much faster than many others.
Bending down so that I am at eye level with him I make him a promise. "I'm not going to hurt your sister, Connor."
"I know you won't. You're one of the good guys."
Why can't I believe that?
I only give him a smile in return. One that I hope reaches my eyes but I'm not quite sure.
Then I hear the soft footsteps that only belong to one person. Turning that way my breath catches. My heart beats faster.
That ice cold shower did absolutely fucking shit.
Because as I look at her everything comes rushing back.
She's as gorgeous as ever. Her hair pulled back in a slick ponytail with lose tendrils framing her face. Her lips are coated pink instead of their signature red and her eyes are shinning brightly.
My eyes travel down her outfit, a simple pair of green leggings paired with a matching tank and a lightweight black jacket.
I've never seen someone wear athleisure so incredibly well.
Yet I'll bet that she can wear anything and still be the most beautiful person in the world.
She catches me checking her out and smiles wide at me.
"Sorry for the wait," she apologizes.
After I clear my throat and purge the thoughts of tearing those clothes off her I reply, "There's no need."
I then pass the truck keys to Connor who catches them effortlessly. "Want to start it up for me?"
He nods his head eagerly. "Can I pick out the station, too?"
"Connor," Grace begins, looking at me hesitantly but I subtly shake my head at her.
"Use the aux cord, champ. I trust your taste in music," I tell him.
His face lights up. "Awesome!" He then goes running to the garage and less than ten seconds later I hear the truck start up.
"Thanks for that," she says shyly. "He's used to-"
"Doing that with you, I remember."
"You give him a small thing like that and it's like you're giving him the world. Something so small yet it makes him so happy." There's that look that flickers across her face again. Dimming the light that was shinning in her eyes. And I absolutely hate it.
"You make him happy, Grace. I'm sure you could give him anything and he would be happy because it's coming from you. Because he knows you care about him. That you love him."
She nods her head but for the first time I can see the doubt hidden in the depths of her blue eyes.
Wanting to take her mind off it, to keep her from plunging in the dark of which I know too well I say, "Come on before I haul your ass over my shoulders."
Gasping her mouth falls open as she stares at me incredulously. "You wouldn't.” Her tone is lighter. Good.
"Don't test me," I warn her.
She narrows her eyes but they're playful, teasing. Then she arches her brow. "I suppose we'll save that for another time." And then she waltzes by me. Swinging her luscious hips as she does full of sass.
I'm in fucking hell keeping my hands of this girl.
The drive to Bushkill Falls ends up being one of the most fun drives of my life.
I honestly haven't smiled that much in nine years.
With Grace singing along to the songs with the wrong lyrics and at terrible pitch, to Connor laughing while trying to correct her, and then us all making up our own lyrics to each song.
It all feels natural, right.
It's been over an hour since then and we are halfway through our hike to gaze at the waterfalls. And the whole time they've been enjoying the hike I've been fighting back the feeling of guilt.
Do I deserve to be happy?
I fight the thoughts away as I take a seat on the wooden bench. There's a waterfall not so far ahead of us and Connor runs to see it. Grace laughs, about to join him but stops when she notices I'm not by her side.
She glances back at me and then over at Connor. Seeing that he's okay and in sight she walks back towards me joining me on the bench.