Chapter 15 Oak
Oak
The celebration begins for Grace at the club house.
Slater grabs everyone a shot glass and by Grace’s preferred choice, pours tequila in all our glasses.
He even lays the charm on thick and heavy while he pours the shot of tequila for Grace’s friend, Sasha. A beautiful woman with a figure many of high end woman willingly pay for.
He makes sure his fingers brush against her skin while giving her a boyish smile and a wink that has melted many of women’s hearts. But I have to give credit to Sasha, Slater’s charms do nothing to disarm her and it throws Slater off.
After the shots have been poured everyone raises their glasses in the air.
Alice begins a toast before we toss back our shots.
Her honey brown eyes are misty but they shine proudly.
“To my best friend, my sister, Grace. You have accomplished so much in your life and yet it has only begun. I am so proud of you and I thank the stars everyday that you came into my life. To Grace!”
“To Grace,” we all cheer in unison and down our glasses. The burn that slides down my throat and sizzles in my stomach doesn’t linger but it’s welcome.
“I thought I told you not to make me cry any more tonight,” Grace laughs while wiping the underneath of her eyes, careful not to smudge her mascara.
Alice smiles at her innocently. “I heard no such thing.”
Grace rolls her eyes but there’s warmth in the depths of them. “Yeah, yeah, sure. But I’ll be getting back at you for that.”
“Well, you’re going to have to save that for another time because we need to get ready for your party at The Pit tonight,” Alice tells her.
Then unwrapping herself from Snake, who looks physically pained to let her go, she takes Grace’s arm in hers and begins to lead her to her room.
“Come on girls! Let’s get ready!” Alice calls for them and they follow behind her.
Rosa and Sticks have taken Connor and baby Christine with them for the night back at their home.
Nora had texted me earlier today that she was helping Daniella set up for tonight and that she would meet me when all of us get there.
“Well, gentlemen,” Slater addresses us while snagging a beer behind our bar counter and popping off the lid with his teeth, “we might as well enjoy a drink or two while the ladies get ready.” He takes a long swallow of his beer and I roll my eyes at his impatience.
One of the things being a Marine has taught me is patience.
Dex lazily takes a seat on the leather loveseat and props his feet up on the coffee table, crossing his ankles as he leans back relaxed.
“I have a baby. If that doesn’t teach a man patience I don’t know what will.
Plus I waited for Haven to come back in my life after six long years. Patience is my middle name.”
“You act as if they’ll take forever to get ready,” Snake comments.
“Isn’t it a known fact that when a woman says she’ll be five minutes to add another twenty?” Slater counters.
“Don’t let Haven hear you say that or you’ll earn yourself a black eye,” Dex chuckles and my lips tip upwards slightly because he isn’t lying.
Slater swallows another mouthful of beer, the glass bottle almost empty.
For a young man with a leaner physique his alcohol tolerance is incredibly high. He could out drink all of us and still be standing. Where most men would find that impressive I know my brothers and I find it alarming.
“Fine,” he then guzzles down the rest of his beer before cracking open another one, “let’s address the elephant in the room shall we?”
Snake raises a brow. “What elephant?”
“It’s hardly an elephant, more like a fucking hippopotamus,” Pax snorts from across the room. He’s vigilantly watching the feeds while waiting with us for the girls to get ready.
Dex agrees, nodding his head while looking me dead straight in the eyes.
I raise a brow at him, my arms folded over my chest. “You want to say something?”
“Oak,” Snake warns but I ignore him.
“It seems as if you all have something to say so fucking man up and say it,” I tell all of them.
I hear Snake scoff. Glancing over at him he has his index finger pointed towards himself. “Let the record be known that I didn’t say shit.”
“Because I’m sure your ass has already said something and it went nowhere,” Dex points out.
Snake arches a brow at him as he regards him. “What you trying to say, Dex?”
“That he needs to hear it from us,” Pax answers for him, finally giving his full attention to us and not the feeds.
“You realize he is right here,” I comment dryly.
“We just want to know when you’re going to get your head out of your ass,” Slater bravely says.
“Excuse me?” I ask him coolly.
Slater raises his hands in mock surrender. “I’m only saying what everyone is thinking.”
I then look at Snake and he mouths the word, Grace.
“She obviously likes you, why aren’t you doing anything about it?” Pax asks me.
Oh, fuck him.
I let out a dark chuckle. “Like you did when it was obvious Stella was in love with you? What did you do, Pax? Remind me because I seem to be forgetting. Was it not you who tried to tell her that this life wasn’t meant for someone like her?”
“I was protecting her, Oak. That’s fucking different.”
“And you think I’m not doing the same?”
“What is there to protect her from? She knows this life. Her fucking best friend is getting married to a man who enjoys killing people-”
“Hey,” Snake interrupts him with false offense.
Pax rolls his eyes and continues, “There isn’t anything she needs protection from.”
Me.
She needs protection from me.
I don’t say that though. I fucking can’t.
They don’t know about the war going on inside my head.
They don’t about the battles I face every day to just wake up.
None of them know except for Snake. And even he doesn’t know the severity of it.
“We all know Grace is Oak’s woman regardless,” Snake says on my behalf, “so just give the fucker a little more time for him to claim her. Understood?”
They all nod their heads and remain silent.
I nod my head in a silent, thank you, towards Snake. He nods his head back but in his eyes I can tell that he agrees with them.
Then before anyone can think twice before opening their mouths again and sharing their opinions we hear a rustling of noise coming from the hallway.
The district sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floors nears. I turn my head in the direction of the sound and when I do the ladies emerge from the hallway like models walking the runway.
And my heart thunders as my jaw goes slack at the sight of her.
Grace is a vision.
Her sandy blonde hair cascades over her shoulders and down her back. It’s full of volume and shines with an intensity I’ve never seen before. Her lips are coated in a cherry red that I want to take a bite of.
And her body.
Her fucking body is what has all the blood in mine rushing straight to my cock.
A mini black satin dress fits her like a second skin. It hugs each of her curves, showcasing the soft flesh of her toned legs and her ample breasts. It cinches the narrow of her waist and enhances the flare of her hips.
I let my eyes wander, roaming her body as if I was a tourist visiting as foreign land for the first time.
She’s the epitome of sex.
As my eyes travel down her legs I take in great pleasure the insanely high heels she has on that match her ensemble.
What I wouldn’t give to have those heels digging in my ass as I thrust inside her.
There’s a gentle sway to her luscious hips and her breasts bounce as she waltz towards me.
Spellbound by lust I can’t look away from her.
She stops just a few inches away from me and thanks to her heels she reaches the top of my chest.
Her tongue peaks out to lick her bottom lip and I envy it for having a taste.
Sky blue eyes look up at me with their pupils blown. “What do you think?” She breathes. Then she does a complete turn for me. Jutting out her ass as she shows me the backside of her dress.
My fucking god, she’s magnificent.
The open back of her dress barely stopping at her ass.
With the way that material is hugging her skin I can bet everything that I own she isn’t wearing a damn thing underneath.
Turning back around she arches a brow. “So?”
Swallowing due to my suddenly dry mouth I answer hoarsely, “You’re stunning.”
A slow smile graces her lips. A smile that says the cat has captured the canary. She places her hand on the exposed skin of my chest. My skin burns from her innocent touch. “I wanted us to match.”
“Why’s that?”
Taking a bold step closer she brings her other hand and snakes it around the back of my neck.
Then pressing on the back of it she forces my head downwards.
Raising herself up slightly, even though she’s in heels, her lips graze the shell of my ear as she says, “Because I want it to be known tonight that you’re mine. ”
Holy fucking hell.
Subtly she presses the faintest of kisses on the lobe of my ear. I hiss as I feel the inexplicable need to haul her in my arms and ravage her. To finally claim her as mine and sink inside of her where I belong.
Before I can even think on acting on my animalistic urges she pulls away from me with a saccharine grin and eyes that twinkle with desire and trouble. “Now it’s up to you to decide when to make me yours.”
Everything inside of me is screaming at me to take her now. To haul her over my shoulder and slam her up against a wall. To ruin that damn dress and make her come all over my fingers and then my cock. I want to watch her come undone. I want to know just how well she can take me.
I want to ruin her for all other men.
And by the time that I’m done with her, by the time I’ve touched and kissed every inch of her skin and made her pussy well aquatinted with my cock, she won’t be able to move for a week.
And when she does she’ll be reminded of me.
Of how I perfectly stretched her pussy to the point where it ached and throbbed.
I’m burning with mad lust.
But I rein in the beast.