Chapter Eleven
Beth (present day) (46)
I knew the Cartel was likely to follow us after what King did to their boss, but I had no idea they would catch up so quickly. I thought we would have had more time to regroup. Come up with a game plan at least.
I pull my gun from the back of my jeans, as I crouch down behind the bar with the rest of the girls as bullets rain down around us. I know I’ll need to defend them, protect them. My eyes reach Wren’s and I see an almost gleeful look on her face and honestly, it’s fuckin’ creepy. What the fuck did they do to her? She pulls out a gun of her own and my eyes widen in surprise. I always carry one. Ever since Bones rescued me from that grocery store that day.
She smiles as she braces herself against the bar top and takes aim. I shake my head but stay focused on the door, not wanting any of the guys to get hurt.
It isn’t until a blood curdling scream rips through the air that I realize somethings happened. I barely have time to blink before Willow races around the bar and into oncoming bullets. Jesus.
“Fuck!” I hiss and Wren cackles as she really lets her crazy loose. Without another thought I race after her, not wanting to leave her vulnerable. She drops to her knees over Racket, and I see the blood pooling rapidly beneath him. “Shit.”
The guys keep advancing, making sure they remain in the dominant position and take out any guys trying to funnel through the door. There’s lots of shouting and screaming and I’m not even sure who’s winning at this point, but I know I need to protect the girls. With that as my sole mission, I yank Will over behind the couch.
“No. God no. Please!” she screams and begs, tears running down her face as she fights me to get back to Racket. My heart breaks for her, but I know Racket would kill me if anything happened to his girl. I know how much it hurts to not be sure you will ever see the man you love again, but getting herself killed won’t help him. I drag her into my chest, trying to comfort her the best I can.
“Shhh. It’s okay, hun. He’ll be okay, it’s okay.” I repeat over and over again. Brushing her hair back away from her face as I hold her close. “He’ll be alright. It’s okay.” I don’t know that for sure, but I know I need to keep her calm and out of the fray. King and the guys will handle the rest.
Engines rev and the bullets stop. My heart pounding as my thoughts turn to Bones. I blow out a breath before standing and assessing the scene before me. A few of our guys are down that I can see.
“Come on, let’s get the guys some help.” I tell her, knowing she needs direction and something to focus on. When she finally pulls her head from my chest, her face is streaked with tears and blood. “He’s goin’ to be okay.” I tell her again. She nods like she’s in shock but follows me to help the other guys. I check the pulse on two of them and quickly discover they are gone. “Fuck.” I groan as I turn to King. A snarl already paintin’ his face.
“I already called Doc, but I ain’t sure it’ll be enough for some of ‘em.” He nods his head in the direction of the other injured men. We don’t like to use the hospital because with hospitals comes questions and with questions comes police.
“We might not have a choice.” Bones says as he makes his way over toward me, pullin’ me up and into his arms before slamming his mouth against mine in a way that can only be described as desperate relief. God, I love this man.
“I’m okay, playboy.” I tease as I push him back and look him up and down, checking for injuries. Thankfully he doesn’t seem to have a scratch on him.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that for a minute, princess.” He tugs at my hair before pulling me back toward him, his lips once again locked to mine.
“Hospital it is.” King declares and I run behind the bar and grab the keys to the SUV, knowing we will need all the room we can get.
They lift two of the five guys into the back seat, Racket being one of them, before Willow and King climb in front. The rest of us following close behind on the bikes. Me tucked against Bones’ back. He won’t let me leave his side, especially not after just getting me back.
We race through the traffic before pulling up to the emergency room entrance. I enter first, not wanting the guys to freak out the nurses and doctors. “We need help, we have multiple GSW’s, in a mass shooting.” I shout, slamming my hands against the counter. The nurses jump into action as the guys carry the injured into the hospital. Racket is unconscious but Jax seems to be okay, minus the blood loss. King drives back to get the rest of the guys who are in less immediate danger.
We line the halls for hours. The atmosphere sullen as we wait to hear any updates.
We’re sitting in the waiting room with the rest of the guys and the girls. Willow is an absolute mess and Wren seems to have a screw loose but other than that, everyone seems relatively okay, or as okay as we can be. After what feels like forever and multiple surgeries later, someone finally emerges from the back.
“Can I speak to next of kin for a Jaxson Claymore?” The doctor asks as he eyes all the big burly bikers with suspicion.
King snorts with irritation. “We all are. He’s our brother.”
“I mean by blood.” The doctor clarifies and I fight the urge to punch him.
“I mean no disrespect doc, but blood couldn’t bring these guys any closer. We are his only family, so can you please just tell us if he’s going to be okay?” I try to put on the nicest voice I can, while trying to remain calm.
“He will be fine. He’s lost a lot of blood, but he is currently stable. We will need to keep him here and under observation for a few days then he should be good to go home.” He finally says.
“And Racket?” Willow asks her voice breaking over his name, but not willing to let the doctor walk away.
“Who?” The doctor looks puzzled as he stares at King who runs his hands through his beard.
“Cole Robinson. The other guy who came in with him.” He clarifies using his government name.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not his doctor and unable to give you any information regarding his recovery.” He quickly turns and hurries away like there’s a fire on his ass.
Fuckin’ A
A few of the guys go in at a time to visit with Jax before another doctor finally appears to tell us that Racket has been placed into a medically induced coma in order to allow his body time to heal from the severe damage he sustained during the attack. He won’t go into any more detail about the exact injuries since we aren’t legally family.
I’m pretty sure Willow claimed to be his wife and is able to get more information from the doctor, but I don’t bother asking since she seems to be in shock herself.
Me, Bones, and a few of the other guy’s head back to the compound to clean up and get some rest before we sub each other out.
Bones drags me up to our room and I hop in the shower, desperate to wash this shitty day off.
“I need you, princess,” he whispers in my ear as he comes up behind me in the shower. His bare chest pressed against my back, the water quickly slicking him up. A smirk rises to my face as I feel his large, thick cock press against my ass.
“Oh yeah? Were the sweet-butts not available, playboy?” I tease as I wiggle my butt on him. He growls and I feel the vibration in his chest.
“As if any of them could please me the way you do.” His hands wrap around me to squeeze my breasts in a tight grip, causing me to moan. “I’ll never want anyone but you, princess.” His voice turns husky and I shiver.
“Then take me.” I purr at the shower quickly shuts off and he pulls me over his shoulder before hauling me into our room and tossing me onto the bed. He buries his face in my stomach as I play with his wet stands. He kisses me and nibbles as his hands skate all over my body, trying to touch everything at once.
“I love you, baby. So fuckin’ much.” He makes sure to tell me often, and I know he still clings to the guilt of not telling me that night.
I sooth him, “Shhh baby, I know. I love you, too.” I push his shaggy hair away from his forehead so I can look into his stormy eyes before his body slides lower, caressing my skin with his soft lips. He pushes my legs apart, making room for him.
I moan as his tongue slips between my folds, parting them as he licks me from ass to clit. “Fuck…” I pant, loving the way he’s worshipping my pussy and driving me wild. He continues to lap at me sloppily, devouring me like he can’t get enough.
“So, fuckin’ good, princess.” He groans into me as his hands grab my ass and he boosts me up to get better access. He sucks and swirls his tongue all over my nub, working me closer and closer to release.
“Yes, baby. Just like that.” I shudder as he sucks my clit into my mouth and drawls in hard. I shatter apart against his face as he licks up every last drop, making sure to drag out every ounce of my pleasure before he kneels between my legs.
He strokes his massive cock three times before he gently slaps it against my overstimulated clit, causing me to jolt and twitch. A smug look crossing his face. “Look at my girl. So desperate and needy for me.” He runs his thick head over me, soaking up my juices and using it to lube himself up.
Not able to hold back my sass I say, “Wasn’t it you who said you needed me?” But the breath is whooshed out of me as he slams his thick girth deep inside me in one thrust.
“That’s for bein’ a brat.” He chuckles as he gives me a moment to catch my breath before he begins thrusting wildly inside me, bottoming out with each deep thrust. It isn’t long before I’m moaning and begging for more. He has always had a way of giving me my power back by giving over control. Allowing me to feel safe and cared for while also being his. I won’t be submissive for anyone but him, ever again.
“That’s it, baby. Give me what I need. Come all over my big dick.” He growls a moment later, knowing I’m fighting it. His thumb meets my center as he rubs in tight circles. “You’re mine!” he moans into my ear.
“I’m yours.” I pant, knowing he needs the reassurance, especially after everything that’s happened, after my unwilling absence.
He groans as he buries himself to the hilt, flicking my clit rapidly as he works his hips, grinding them against me and hitting my g-spot over and over again, driving me insane with pleasure. The pressure building higher.
“So… good.” I moan, as I thrust my hips, grinding myself up against him. His cock is so big it fills me to the brim, not leaving any space between my walls and him. Once he can feel that I’m close, he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside me and thrusting me over the edge. “Yes!” I scream, raking my fingers down his back, enjoying every second of the intensity he forces on my body. The pleasure that I eagerly accept. By the time my vision returns it”s just in time to see him toss his head back as he releases deep inside me before collapsing on top of me.
“I love you, princess. My amazing girl.” He whispers as I slowly start to drift off to sleep, safe and comforted by his presence.
He takes me at least three more times that night, each time slower as he comes to grips with the fact that I’m alive and back in his arms. After the last time, I lie awake and watch him sleep, drawing my nails over his chest softly.
This poor man has been through so much with me. I think back to the days when we had first met, it took me almost a full year to start really trusting him, to open up about the stuff that happened to me as a kid. He slowly wormed his way into my heart even then, with his ability to show me that there were good men in this world. He may try and cover it up with gruffness and a mean streak a mile wide but for me…my Bones is a sweetheart, and I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s put my broken pieces back together twice now, never rushing and always giving me the safety I needed to heal. Repairing my warped body until it fit him perfect. He’s always been the light in my darkness.
I snuggle closer, his arm automatically wraps tighter around me and drags me to his side. “I love you, princess,” is murmured into my hair before his soft snores start up again.