Chapter Fourteen #3
"No!" I stood again to pace. “I never had any intention of learning about Bound in Blood. Dario and Jack have a loose alliance. Dario’s got all the information he needs.
Vittorio suggested I make friends with you as an emergency exit strategy if things went south with the Copperheads.
Nothing more. It was never even discussed for me to do anything more than befriend you—"
"So you needed a way out," she finished, eyes flashing. “Same difference. Either way I’m just another tool in your undercover toolkit."
"That ain't what happened and you know it," I growled, moving toward her. "The first time I saw you at that Valentine's Ball, it had nothing to do with anything other than me wanting you. End of story."
Wren pushed off from the counter, closing the distance between us. "And that makes it better? That you wanted to fuck me before you decided to use me?"
Yeah, I wasn’t gonna win this argument. Honestly, I got it.
“I’m sorry, Wren. I would rather have been caught red handed and tortured to death than have hurt you the way I know I did.
I don’t care if you believe anything else.
If I were you I probably wouldn’t believe me either.
So I really do get it. Just, please believe me about this.
I never want you to hurt. But especially not for me. ”
“I saw how easily you slipped into that role tonight, threatening me, manhandling me like I was a thing."
"I saved our lives," I shot back. "If I hadn't played along with Vex, we'd both be dead in that park right now. You think I enjoyed any second of that?"
"How am I supposed to believe anything you say, Rocky? You're a professional liar! It's literally what you do for a living."
"Then why are you here?" I challenged, stepping into her space. "Why not let Ghost put that bullet in my skull like he wants to? Or just refuse to talk to me no matter what Honey said. You’ve never had a problem expressing your wishes.”
"Because I need to know!" She shoved against my chest with both hands, hard enough that I stumbled back a step. "I need to know if any of it meant anything to you or if I'm just the stupid girl who fell for your act!"
I caught her wrists as she moved to shove me again, holding them between us. Our faces hovered inches apart, her breath coming in angry puffs against my skin. Her eyes blazed with fury and a desperate hunger that mirrored the heat building in my own body.
"It meant every fuckin’ thing," I whispered.
The next thing I knew, she’d thrown her arms around my neck and fused her mouth to mine. The kiss tasted like rage and desire, her teeth catching my lower lip hard enough she might have drawn blood. I wrapped my arms tightly around her.
Wren yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I spun us around, pressing her against the wall, my hands sliding under her thighs to lift her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding against me with urgent need.
"I hate you," she gasped against my mouth, even as her fingers fumbled with my belt.
"I know," I growled, dragging my lips down her throat. “But that’s too Goddamned bad because I love you.”
She let out a sob, tugging at her own clothes.
I helped her strip, needing to touch her skin like I needed to breathe.
Once we were both naked, I pinned her against the wall, one hand bracing beside her head while I found her pussy with my other hand, stroking her wet folds before circling her clit.
Wren moaned as I worked her clit with my thumb, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thud. I slipped two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me as I curled them upward, searching for that spot that would make her come undone.
"I need you inside me," she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Now."
I wanted to take my time, to worship every inch of her body, to prove with touch what words couldn't convey. But the urgency in her voice mirrored my own desperate need.
"Fuck," she hissed, head falling back against the wall as I stroked her. "Just fuck me already."
“Christ, I need a fuckin’ condom,” I growled, setting her on her feet. I picked up my pants, snagging a condom from my wallet before turning back to Wren. “Ain’t fuckin’ you in the livin’ room, woman. Not this time.”
“Bedroom then,” she agreed, nodding her head.
“Don’t forget your phone, whatever the fuck you do.” That got a bark of laughter from her.
Once in the bedroom, I lay her down, leaning down to swipe my tongue through her pussy lips.
She screamed, arching to meet my mouth. I thought I was going to come before I even got inside her.
I shivered as I sucked at her pussy, laving her clit with my tongue as she cried out, gripping my hair in her fists.
With one final swipe, I pulled away, ripping open the condom and rolling it over my dick. “You sure this is what you want, Wren? I’m not taking it back if you do. This is us starting over.”
“Why the fuck are you getting so chatty?”
“Wren…”
“Fine, OK? This is us starting over. But if you ever fucking lie to me again, Ghost won’t have to dismember you. I’ll do it for him. With a smile and a fucking princess wave.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
I crawled up on the bed to cover her with my larger frame.
Without waiting for another invitation from her, I thrust into her in one powerful movement.
She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
I welcomed the pain, deserved this and more, but honestly, any physical pain she caused just turned me on even more.
It didn’t take me long to start a hard, driving rhythm.
Wren dug her heels into the backs of my thighs and spurred me on.
The bed creaked in protest beneath us. I couldn’t look away from her, transfixed by the raw emotion I witnessed expressing how well I was loving her.
Maybe we really could find a new beginning.
"Don't stop," she commanded, her voice breaking as I hit a spot that made her shudder and she gave a sharp cry.
I buried my face against her neck, tasting salt and sweetness as we moved together. Her inner muscles clenched around me, her breathing growing ragged as her pussy milked me, trying to take my cum. I felt her climax building, felt my own racing to meet it.
"Look at me," I demanded, needing to see her eyes when she came. “Open your eyes and look at me, Wren.”
She did, those green eyes locking onto mine as her body tensed, then shattered. The sight of her coming undone pushed me over the edge, my own release tearing through me with an intensity that left me gasping her name against her skin.
For several heartbeats, we lay there, our bodies still joined.
I knew I had to be heavy, but when I tried to shift, she stiffened and tightened her hold on me.
I managed to roll us both to our sides and I held her close.
I wanted to let her sleep. To pretend this really was a new beginning, but even though she agreed to exactly that, I still had to talk this out with her.
Only then could we make the move forward.
"I never meant to hurt you, baby," I whispered against her temple. “I knew from what Tori told me about you I’d have a hard time focusing on anything but you when we met. He said you were like a force of nature. That, if someone you cared about was in trouble, you’d move heaven and earth to help them. That’s why he wanted me to befriend you.
Because if I told you I needed help, you wouldn’t stop until Jack and Ghost sent help. ”
“If that’s the case then he had me pegged right.”
The sheets tangled around our bodies. Wren lay half across my chest, her breathing steady but not quite sleeping, that silky, purple hair tickling my chest. Wren’s phone buzzed and she groaned, rolling over to grab the offending object.
“Fuck.” She swiped a hand over her face before responding to the text. “Yes, Honey. I’m fine. We’re talking.” She muttered her response. She lay the phone back on the night stand before settling back into my embrace.
"What happens now?" she asked.
"I help Vittorio finish what we started with the Copperheads." I covered her hand with mine. "And when it's over, if you want, we figure out if there's anything left between us worth salvaging."
"And if I decide there isn't?"
"Then I'll respect your decision," I said, though the possibility felt like a knife between my ribs.
"I still don't know if I trust you," she said quietly. "But I believe you about those girls. If there's anything I can do to help—"
"You can stay here and do what Ghost and Jack tell you. That helps me more than anything else because I know the men here can and will keep you safe."
“You’ll keep yourself safe too.” The demand in her voice was unmistakable.
“I will, baby. It’s not over yet, but Vittorio has plans in place and we will finish this.
It’s a once a year thing so, even knowing I’m working for the Luca’s, Acid can’t stop this from happening or when it happens.
Not at this late date. Tori’s been fighting the Copperheads for years so having him infiltrate their club will mess with Acid enough he won’t be thinking beyond the fact I lived there under his nose for eight solid months.
It’s not guaranteed they won’t be ready for us, but Vittorio is thorough. He won’t go in light.”
“OK, then. If you promise to be careful and to come back uninjured, I’ll give you a second chance. If you get hurt, all bets are off.”
I chuckled. “Then I’ve got a very good reason to not get a scratch.”