CHAPTER 14
ADDYSON
The angels slipped away when the men filed into church and Tonya ran to grab something at her house.
It’s on the club’s property and within the walls of the compound.
I haven’t seen it yet, but I bet it’s a nice house.
With the way Battle is always watching Tonya with love in his eyes, it’s clear he would do anything to make her happy.
I think his son got a little bit of that in him too.
The man has swept me off my feet and I don’t think it has anything to do with me being trapped here until I’m safe.
I almost snort as I finish chopping a tomato for the salad. Candy said I was being ridiculous for making a salad for a bunch of bikers, but they need green things. I’ll try and get it in where and when I can.
I’m not expecting much, but they can’t choose what they aren’t given.
“Oh, you’re still here.”
The words are sneered with so much venom that all I can do is roll my eyes.
“Here we go,” I mutter, more to myself than anything else, as I turn to face Sin.
I didn’t even need to look to know who it was. I was thinking earlier about it being about the right time for her to make some death rattle like reappearance. Now, how long the death knell lasts is up to her entirely, but we all see the writing on the wall.
“Why wouldn’t I be here?” I ask the question, but I already know what she’s going to say.
If only mean girls knew how transparent they were. That’s kind of the problem. Because even if you know that they’re about to say some bullshit which doesn’t really hold any weight, the barbs have a real possibility of landing. There’s nothing that can be done about it.
Words hurt.
They have a way of worming their way past your defenses, no matter how strong they are. They insidious bastards.
Sin has a lot more history to work with than I do here. All kinds of history.
“You aren’t going to be able to hold his interest,” her tone is filled with faux pity, and I can’t help but grin.
She expects me to cower or to run. Neither is an option for me.
Because I have a chance here. A chance to find out if this is the place I’m meant to be. I’ve never had that feeling anywhere—of really belonging. I’m allowed to find out if this feeling is real.
And Sin can’t do a damn thing about it unless I let her.
“You’re talking a lot of shit for someone who was reminded, very publicly,” I lean toward her and drop my voice slightly as I point that part out, “what your place is. It was harsh,” I reiterate because it was, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
“You don’t know a damn thing about this life.”
The way she changes her approach has me rolling my eyes. “I know enough,” I tell her. “My best friend, Scythe’s Old Lady, filled me in and I’m not stupid. It’s not like I’ve been dropped into a foreign land or someplace where they snack on cockroaches or mill worms.”
The woman turns about twelves shades of red and purple. I’m surprised steam isn’t coming out of her ears. “Oh? Scythe huh,” she sighs all dreamy-like and nothing can prevent my face from scrunching up in disgust. “He’s a good fuck, too.”
“That is gross on so many levels,” I gag out the words and shake my head.
“You’re just wasting everyone’s time,” she’s seething. “You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong here and I’m going to make sure you learn that lesson.”
She’s gotten louder with every word which is why she doesn’t hear Mayhem—and yes, it is Mayhem in all his president of a motorcycle club glory—step into the kitchen about halfway through her last little tirade.
“I wasn’t aware that you have any say in who does and does not belong here.” His voice booms through the room, and Sin goes white.
It’s a little satisfying, but I kind of had things in hand. She spins around and there’s a moment when she’s clearly at a loss.
But when caught, double down. Clearly.
“You know she’s too sweet to belong here,” Sin huffs out, but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe her own bullshit.
“It’s not up to you,” Mayhem’s voice is all threat.
Do I feel a little giddy about finding out what happens next? Oh, for sure. But only a little.
“You need to shut your mouth, remember your place here, and stay the fuck away from Addyson.” His words land with finality, like justice brought to bear. But then he follows it up with, “This is your last warning, Sin.”
I can almost feel the woman’s relief, and the teeniest amount of victory, as she skirts around Mayhem and slips through the door of the kitchen. My biker has already put her out of his mind. It’s clear from the look on his face and the intent way he’s staring at me.
My eyes narrow while I cross my arms across my chest, prepared to tell him right where to shove it.
The thing is, though, you see, I don’t get the chance.
Briggs scoops me up in his arms and then he’s stalking out of the kitchen and back toward his room. Our room?
No. I probably shouldn’t think that.
“Hey,” I struggle slightly in his grip, but his hands tighten and I know I’m not going anywhere. I’m dangling, but I’m at his mercy at the moment. “We were just waiting on you guys to get done for dinner,” I try to tell him, my words soft.
Cajoling him?
Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening any time soon.
He kicks the door closed behind him after unlocking it, the sound echoing in the room and turning me on more. I’m suddenly on my feet again when he demands, “Strip. Dinner after I fill you with my cock.”
Well. Okay then.
I keep my eyes fixed on him as I peel my clothes off, letting them fall to the ground around me. He puts his cut on the dresser and does the same. When he gets on the bed, pillows at his back like a fucking king, I have to press my thighs together.
He keeps his eyes on me while sliding a condom down his length. “You’re going to ride all of the attitude I saw on your face out of your sassy ass using my cock, Tempest.”
My entire body shudders and I really kind of do want to do that too. I’m not worried about what Sin was talking about. I met this man a matter of hours ago. We can’t even talk about weeks yet; only days.
Mayhem smirks, his blue eyes lighting up with the threat of a challenge.
“You didn’t believe a fucking word she said,” he lays it out there, reading the situation easily.
“If you’re mad about me giving her a warning,” he shrugs one shoulder so casually that it’s fucking maddening, “you’re just going to have to get over it. ”
He strokes his cock and bites his lip while looking me over. I cup my tits and pinch my nipples, loving the way his hand tightens on the base of his cock, like he needs the reminder not to come. And all he’s doing is watching me.
It makes me feel so fucking sexy.
“Or you can fuck me until my toes curl, and I have no choice but to consider whether I made a mistake,” he offers with an innocence that is completely contrived.
The man’s charm is, honestly, dangerous.
It’s a good thing I love him.
I freeze for a moment, my eyes sliding closed. Deciding it’s better to push the realization away until later, I open my eyes and crawl up the bed toward Briggs until I’m straddling his lap. My pussy presses against the length of him and we both groan. He can feel just how fucking wet I am for him.
“You ready to take my cock in your sweet pussy?”
I hold his shoulders and lift up enough to position him at my entrance. As I slide down, the way he fills me has my back arching and my head falling back. It’s a damn good thing his hands come down on my hips because it’s almost too fucking good.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I start to slide up and down his length. He fills me perfectly and my pleasure mounts quickly.
“That’s it. You feel so fucking good,” his words wash over me and I moan.
Every time he’s filling me it feels like almost too much. It’s so damn close to pain, but there’s something decadent about the feeling. It’s right there, along the line and there is no telling which way I’ll end up falling.
Briggs’s fingers flex on my hips and then he’s using his grip to move me up and down faster and harder. He lets out a feral grunt and then he’s meeting my body and thrusting upward.
“Oh my, please, Briggs,” the words tumble out of me, barely comprehensible.
“I’ve got you,” his voice is thick with an edge of need I can feel against my clit. His head falls back on his shoulders as he lets out a moan that has my walls tightening around him. “You’re sweet cunt is begging for more.”
When he looks at me again, his blue eyes are all possession. I don’t even need him to say the words, to tell me what he wants and needs.
I know.
I know it down to a part of me only he has been able to touch. Because I feel safe with him. Because I trust him without needing proof.
It’s the most amazing, and scariest, feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Our bodies move together as we chase the desire growing between us with every movement. I’m a moaning mess. The only thing I can focus on is the way he feels inside of me and the heat of his body.
“Yes,” I groan, “please, more.”
And he gives it to me. He’s so damn deep inside of me this way and my hips jolt every time he’s filling me. My thigh shake with the exertion of riding him and the pleasure building inside of me.
We fuck harder, our bodies slamming together.
“You better come,” the threat is clear in his voice. “Milk my balls.”
And, fuck, I do. My eyes roll back in my head as I hold on while most of my being is shot into the stratosphere. Stars dance behind my eyelids and the walls of my pussy clamp down on my man’s hard cock.
He lets out a low grunt and then he grits out, “That’s it. Fuck me, Addyson, you’re perfect.”
The warmth of his cum fills the condom while my body floats along the pleasure flowing through my body. It’s an intoxicating feeling.
I think I enjoyed being with my previous partners. No, I mean I did enjoy it.
But those experiences are nothing like being with Briggs.
What is it about this man that has my body singing and every part of me lighting up? My fingers relax slowly, my thighs still holding tightly onto his hips and his cock still lodged inside of me.
“We should go down for dinner,” my words are breathless, my voice sounding blissed out.
And rightfully fucking so.
Briggs makes a humming sound, his forehead coming down to rest on my shoulder as his fingers tighten and then release my hips. As if I wasn’t very fucking aware of how tightly he’s been holding onto me.
Even with his grip loosened, I can still feel the way he was touching me while fucking me. I can’t explain the feeling, but I imagine it’s similar to freefalling with a net. Like he’s got me. Like he won’t let go.
And, no matter what else happens, for this moment it is.
His large hands run up and down my back, his touch soothing. I melt into his chest and just allow myself to feel.
“I don’t want to share you, Tempest,” I feel the rumble of his words from my perch on his chest.
There is something in his words that tugs at me, it makes me question and gives me pause. My hands slide down the sides of his ribcage, his muscles flexing and pulling under my touch.
“What is it?”
The breath Briggs blows out is heavy. With responsibility. With the need to protect. With something sweeter.
“Wagner went to Magnolia Point. He staked out your place and broke in.”
I stiffen in his arms, his words hitting me straight in the chest.
Before I can spiral, before his words can even really sink in, he’s wrapped around me like his presence is enough to shield me. Maybe it is.
And maybe it’s enough.
Not just for now, but for forever.
“I’ve got you, Addyson,” his words slip beneath my skin, tattooing themselves on me with such pure truth and beauty.
“I know you do, Briggs.”
And I let him hold me knowing that he’s got me. Knowing that he’ll protect me. Knowing that I’ve found something special and will have to be strong enough to hold onto it.