Chapter 4 Blade
Rain drums against the window, a steady rhythm that seeps into my dream. I’m kissing her again. Olivia. A blonde bombshell with haunting blue eyes. The woman who got under my skin the second I met her. The one I can’t stop thinking about.
I’m caught somewhere between semi-consciousness and sleep.
I know I’m dreaming but can’t be bothered enough to truly wake up.
Instead, I concentrate on the pleasure this fantasy is giving me.
Olivia’s mouth is soft and sweet, just like it was outside after the meeting ended.
Our kiss … Hell, it wrecked me—much like reliving it is doing now.
I feel the slide of her lips against mine.
Hear the tiny sound she makes as I pull her close.
I swallow down her moan as I deepen the kiss and coax her tongue to play with mine in a dance that might be as old as time but feels brand new with her.
It’s everything I never knew a kiss should be. It’s perfection.
“Blade!” she cries, calling out my name as the dream disintegrates and fantasy tries to take over and I shove my hand in her panties, desperate for the wet heat that I know is waiting for me.
“Blade!” she cries again, the sound so desperate that it jolts through me like a damn shockwave. I jerk awake, heart hammering.
“Motherfucker.”
It takes me forever to get used to my surroundings. My breathing is as ragged and loud as a freight train. I’m fucking hard as stone—filled with such a hunger for her that my damn balls are painful and feel like they are going to explode. I drag a hand over my face, noticing it’s trembling.
“Shit.” I take a deep breath, letting it fill and then escape my lungs as slowly as possible.
I’m in bad shape here. I swear I can still taste Olivia on my lips.
The rain’s coming down harder now, splattering against my window and creating wild paths down the panes.
I shove the covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed, trying to get a grip on myself.
God help me, I’ve never wanted a woman like this before.
Not once. It has me twisted up—craving her like a damn addict chasing a fix.
That scares me more than I care to admit.
I mean, fucking hell, it has only been three days since I’ve seen her.
That’s it. Three days since I kissed her, and she’s taken up permanent residence in my head.
I’ve thought about calling her. Hell, I’ve almost done it a dozen times.
But she’s skittish—like a new foal, ready to bolt at the first wrong move.
It was apparent in the way she looked at me and trembled when I touched her.
Something has made her afraid. It’s a fear of me—or rather men.
It’s also a fear of intimacy. I don’t know what happened, but I know it’s there.
I keep asking Bear about her, but he won’t give me anything.
He’s clammed up tight. Ayita too. Everyone’s keeping their mouths shut, which only makes me more certain there’s a story.
Something has hurt her. I’m even starting to think that’s why she doesn’t like motorcycle clubs.
Those facts keep going over and over in my head—feeding my anger and frustrations.
If someone did hurt Olivia, I will damn sure find out who and once I do, I’ll make sure they regret ever breathing the same air as her.
I force myself to look at the bedside Alexa.
The device shows that it’s barely an hour before I need to get up anyway.
I sigh and stand, glancing down at my cock which is still standing at attention and bobbing around, craving a sweet, warm pussy that isn’t here with me.
With a groan, I wrap my hand around my cock squeezing painfully tight.
“It’s looking like a cold shower kind of morning.”
My apartment in Gatlinburg is quiet—too quiet.
It’s nice enough: sleek lines, dark wood, all the trappings of a man with money.
But it’s not home—not like the clubhouse.
I miss being there, miss being within shouting distance of my brother.
I should’ve moved in there weeks ago, but Bear kept putting me off.
He told me why after the vote approving a casino in city limits.
He wants us to keep up appearances—keep playing the role of the clean-cut attorney while the casino deal gets locked in.
I don’t like the lie, but I’ll play along.
For now. I won’t hide the real me forever, but because Bear asked, I’ll play the game for now.
Eventually, if I don’t come clean, someone will put it together.
I mean, we’re from this area. Sure, no one has seen me since Bear moved me to Sweetwater after hiring my Elisi—which is maternal grandmother in our native language—to take care of me.
Of course, Adair isn’t my true grandmother, but she might as well be.
She gave me love and security at a time when I desperately needed it.
I had constant contact with Bear—who became more like a father than a brother—but I can’t deny Elisi helped form the man I am.
The point is, someone will remember Bear had a younger brother my age and put it together sooner rather than later.
I don’t like hiding who the real me is—especially to Olivia.
I want her to know who I am and accept me.
Plus, I also hate being away from the brothers.
From Bear. He raised me, made me the man I am.
Being on the outside from him and the club feels all kinds of wrong.
I step toward the window again, watching the rain blur the city lights. My reflection stares back—tired eyes, unshaven jaw, a man caught between two worlds.
“Make up your mind soon, Livy,” I whisper. “Because I’m coming for you. And if you don’t choose me…” I smirk at my reflection, though it feels more like a threat than a promise. “…I’ll take the choice out of your hands. I’m not letting you get away.”
I go into the bathroom, jumping in the shower, and immediately twist the lever all the way to cold.
The first blast hits me like a punch to the gut.
It may cool my skin and make me more awake, but it does nothing to kill the need inside my body.
I quickly adjust the temperature of the water, lean my head against the shower wall, close my eyes as the water pounds down on me, and wrap my hand around my cock and immediately imagine Olivia on her knees in front of me, her hands holding onto my hips as my cock disappears between her swollen lips.
Fucking heaven.
It’s going to be a long, damn day.