24. Chapter 24
Myth
Rox rode me like I was her favourite fucking bronco, and I was loving every minute of it.
Her tits were bouncing along with her as she fucked me for the third time this morning.
Ever since the hospital cleared her for any infection or long-lasting effects of the ordeal, she’d been fucking me like I was her medicine.
I didn’t dare complain. This was my favourite type of morning, watching my girl climax over and over on my cock.
She was avoiding the issues from her capture, I knew that, we all knew that, but I also knew if you pushed her, she would retreat and I couldn’t risk that.
Her pussy fluttered around my cock and her nails dug into my chest, just as I felt my balls pull. We came together, me filling her core with my cum, and her screaming her release.
She fell to the side of me, both of us panting in the cool air of the room.
“I’ve gotta get up and go to work, baby.”
“I know,” she said, turning on her side. “How’s Fang?”
“Still not talking to me.”
“How bad was it?”
“I don’t know, Rox. I don’t know why he took it so personally.”
“Talk to him.”
I sighed. “He can come talk to me. I’m his president.”
“Fuck you’re so stubborn, the both of you.”
Sitting up, I was done with talking about my VP right after I came hard in my wife.
I pushed up to go to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray.
Rox joined me, and I washed her softly, before wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her close, my mouth on her neck.
“You called Church ten minutes ago and you’re still not there,” she chuckled, turning in my arms. “Go.”
“It’s almost like me calling Church is your signal to disrupt me.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Just doing my wifely duty, sir.”
I growled at her, pulling her toward me. “Call me sir again and I’ll spank that ass of yours.”
“Ok then. How about Daddy?”
I slammed my lips onto hers, tasting her soft moans and feeling her heavenly body wrap around me. I could easily slam into her again, my cock was always hard for her, but I knew she was sore.
She had to be.
“You’ll pay for that later, wench,” I said, swatting her ass and stepping out of the shower. “I’ll be back later. No leaving the compound.”
“I know, I know.”
I kissed her again, before I stepped out of the bathroom, and away from temptation. Getting dressed, I headed out of our bedroom and toward Church.
Rox
He’d been gone for ten minutes and already I was bored. I knew Missy was working today so I headed out to the bar, but when I heard someone in Fang’s room, I stopped. He should be in Church right now.
Opening the door, I saw him stuffing clothes into an overnight bag. He was leaving. His kutte was on the bed, folded over. My heart hammered in my chest.
“Levi.”
He half turned his head, but went back to folding his clothes into his bag. “Rox.”
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Levi, don’t do this, he needs you.”
“No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t need anyone, and he makes damn sure they know it too.”
I put my hand on his, stilling his motion. “He does. He’s just a stubborn ass, you know that. You know him better than anyone else.”
“I could have forgiven him, if he just came to me and said he was sorry for what was said. I could have put it down to the fact he was worried about you, but he hasn’t fucking said a thing. In fact, he’s been damn silent about it.”
“I’ve kept him busy, Levi. It’s my fault.”
“No, Rox. He's got you now. He doesn’t need me, and truthfully, I need to do this. I need to go and find who I am.”
“You’re a Royal Bastard, Levi. You’re his VP.”
Fang turned to me, his hands on my shoulders, “Not anymore.”
He grabbed his bag, zipped it up and walked around me to leave. Fuck.
I ran after him, trying to stop him from leaving.
“At least say goodbye.”
“I have,” he called back.
“No, wait,” I cried out. “They’re in church. How could you have said goodbye?”
“I said goodbye to the only two people who matter to me here,” he said, turning to face me, his eyes raising over my shoulder.
I turned to see Missy standing there, her eyes red rimmed and puffy.
When I turned back, he was gone. On his bike and roaring out of the compound gates without so much as a glance back at us.
Fang was gone.
Myth moved up beside me after a few moments. He had Fang’s kutte in his hands, and a tension in his back like I hadn’t seen in days. “He told the brothers before Church.”
“You should have spoken to him, Adrian, and now he’s gone.”
“He’ll be back,” he said, resolutely.
“What if he doesn’t come back?”
“He will,” Myth said, but he didn’t sound sure. He sounded hurt. I turned into his arms and let him hold me there. This was my fault. “Fang always comes back to his family.”
I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince me or himself.
When we finally pulled back, I saw Missy had gone, and in her place, the boys were lined up on the porch.
“Time to party?” Menace called out.
“Party?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re renewing our vows tonight.”
I felt my lips lift up in a huge grin before Myth grabbed me and pulled me up into his arms. “Really?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now, Mrs. Henning, what do you say about being my ol’ lady…again?”
“Did I ever have a choice?”
“Hell no,” he ground out. “You’ve been mine since the moment your eyes met mine on that fine Thursday afternoon in detention.”
“You’re such a romantic.”
“Don’t tell anyone…or I’ll have to kill him.”
“You’re such a bastard,” I laughed at him.
“You bet I am. A royal bastard.”
I rolled my eyes at him, my eyes finding the road that Fang had disappeared down. For now, I would renew my vows with my husband, and we’d get back to how things should have always been.
And Fang could deal with whatever demons he needed to.
He’d be back.
One day. We would return home. I had to have faith in that, just like I had faith in my husband.
No one could break us apart.
No one.
He was my royal bastard, and I was his ol’ lady.
And we have fifteen long years to make up for.