Chapter ElevenReese
To say all hell broke loose was the fucking understatement of the century. I couldn’t wrap my head around Ainsley being at the clubhouse because Jinx launched herself over the bar top, punched the fuck out of Louisiana, and jetted outside.
I didn’t want her to fuck up the wrong girl, so I left Louisiana on the fucking floor and ran after Jinx. She might’ve seen a nudie of Nova, but I’m not certain she’d have the presence of mind to take in her features.
Outside, Jinx skidded to a halt and glanced between Nova and Ainsley. “Nova?” she snarled.
Tossing her hair, Nova smirked. “No wonder he doesn’t want you—”
Jinx’s punch to Nova’s mouth cut her off. Nova reeled back, but came up swinging, barely missing Ainsley. If she hadn’t held up her hands and ducked, she would’ve gotten the punch meant for Jinx.
Over my fucking shock, I rushed to Ainsley and yanked her away from the other two as they circled each other, throwing punches and insults. Placing myself in front of Ainsley, I grabbed the girl closest to me, which just happened to be Nova.
“Let go of me!” she snarled, struggling in my arms.
“Calm the fuck down,” I ordered.
Louisiana entered the melee. Jinx’s fist careened toward him but he caught her arm and trapped her against him. “Enough, Jinx! Enough. I’m not putting up with your jealous bullshit.”
“Fuck you. You’re a liar and a cheating asshole.” She began struggling again. “Let go of me.”
My deceptive composure amazed me. I was so aware of Ainsley that my skin prickled and my body reawakened for the first time in weeks. “I need to talk to Ainsley. Stay away from Louisiana and his woman. Understand me?”
She heaved in a breath. “I’m his woman. He told me so.”
Fuck, I didn’t give a fuck. While I felt sorry for how pitiful she sounded, she wasn’t my top priority. I didn’t even know her. I just knew of her.
Louisiana threw Jinx over his shoulder, ignoring her furious screams and ineffective punches. He pointed at Nova. “Get the fuck off my club’s property, cunt. Don’t ever show your fucking face again.”
“Hey!” Ainsley peeped from behind me. “You’re an asshole.”
“Stay out of it, Ainsley!” I gritted.
She glared at me, but watched Louisiana carry Jinx away without another word.
“Wait!” Nova called. “Wait, Lou Lou. Where are you going?”
His look promised murder.
“Louisiana! Wait.” Nova began sobbing. “You promised…Why are you ignoring me? I wouldn’t have come with Ainsley if you’d answered my calls. You didn’t even respond to the nude photo.”
He didn’t answer. He just carried Jinx inside and left Nova crying in my arms.
“You lied to me, Nova,” Ainsley accused.
“Oh, grow up, Ainsley,” she snarled around her tears. “Life isn’t only about you. I needed to see Louisiana and you were my ticket in.”
Ainsley opened her mouth, but I shook my head. I wanted to know why she’d come. I didn’t have time for a bitch fight. I especially couldn’t allow Razor to find her here. Roman Mac’s life was spared because of Ainsley. He knew who she was and would just as soon kill her for when the next time arose.
The prospects on duty—two at the gate and two patrolling the property—had gathered around to take in the scene with infuriating interest. I nodded to the one who’d summoned me.
He jogged over. “Yeah, Sarge?”
Setting Nova on her feet, I nudged her toward him. “Watch her until I’m done with her.” I pointed to Ainsley.
Licking his lips, he swept his gaze over Ainsley. It was so fucking hard not to pluck his eyeballs the fuck out of his head. Which pissed me the fuck off. I wasn’t a jealous fuckhead. I wasn’t possessive. And I wasn’t a stars-in-his-eyes pussy who turned into a pussy-whipped wretch.
Grabbing Ainsley’s arm, I dragged her into the clubhouse. I didn’t see Jinx or Louisiana, but I feared for his fucking life with all the glass breaking and wood splintering. As I climbed the stairs and drew closer to my room, the noise increased. I understood why Louisiana wouldn’t take her to their house. Unless he tied her up, she would’ve attacked him on the way there. And if he had tied her up, well, I’d be pulling out my leathers and white gloves for his fucking funeral.
Once I unlocked my door and turned on the light, I released Ainsley. Slamming the door behind us, I stormed to her. She wasn’t wearing make-up today, but she was still stunning. Thick, dark lashes ringed her whiskey-colored eyes. Eyes that could touch my fucking soul and crack it wide open.
Her smooth olive skin, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and full lips haunted me.
“You have two fucking minutes to tell me why you’re here, Ainsley.”
She opened her mouth, but I raised my hand.
“I told you to lose my fucking number.”
“Did I dial it?” she snapped, her eyes flashing.
“It would’ve been better than showing up at my fucking clubhouse, smart ass.”
“You blocked me! What did you expect me to do, asshole?”
“Fuck all! I don’t want to fucking see you. If I did, I would’ve come to you. Get out of here. Don’t fucking come back. Lose my number. Forget my address—”
She thumped my shoulder. “Fine. Fuck you, by the way. You didn’t even let me explain.”
“That Roman Mac’s your fucking brother? No explanation needed, Ainsley. I saw all I needed to see.”
She heaved in another breath. It seemed as if she was holding herself together by a thread. She looked so fucking young and vulnerable. The stark pain and misery in her eyes almost undid me. But we were on two different sides, and it would never work. I wouldn’t leave my fucking club under any circumstances and she couldn’t be a part of my life here. Even if I didn’t question her loyalties, Razor and the rest of my brothers would. If one thing went awry, I would be looked upon with even more suspicion than I had been since I released Roman Mac. I allowed him to live.
I stiffened my resolve. “Go.”
She twisted her hands together. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered. “With your baby, Reese.”
The announcement slammed into me with the velocity of a speeding bullet. I searched her face, looking for signs of deception. Hoping she was fucking with me. She wasn’t. Her fear and panic was as real as my disbelief.
“You fucking told me you weren’t fertile. You had three days.”
The detail I remembered went over her head. Thankfully.
“I-I c-counted wrong. It was wrong. I was wrong.”
“You’re going into your tenth week, and you’ve just decided to tell me, Ainsley?”
She blinked. “T-ten weeks? You…you…That was a quick calculation.”
Because she lived in my fucking head. I couldn’t tell her that. Whether I was obsessed because I was a stupid fuckhead, because I’d taken her virginity, because she was young and bubbly and my complete opposite or because…
Frustrated, I scrubbed a hand over my face. It could be for any reason. None of which concerned her because it was about me, not her. And I’d overcome this pathetic bullshit without her.
“We’re getting the fuck off track. I assume you’re here because you want child support.”
“The baby isn’t even born yet.”
“Stop calling it that!”
“It’s not a fucking fish,” she yelled. “It’s a baby.”
My gaze dipped to her tits and my cock hardened. They were bigger and more luscious in her tight little sweater.
“I don’t want anything, Reese. I came because…” Her voice trailed off and she glanced away. “I came because Roman’s on a run and he’ll be home in two weeks.” She hung her head. “I wanted you to know because it was only fair.”
Turning away from her, I stormed to the window and glanced at the river. “You wanted me to know because you thought that would change my mind about us.”
“That isn’t true.”
My nostrils flared. I could always tell her the baby might not be mine, but I knew the truth. Apparently, Nova hadn’t mentioned Ainsley’s pregnancy to Louisiana. Maybe, all the information Nova fed to Louisiana was wrong. I didn’t even know Roman Mac had gone on a run.
Not much he could do without hands, so I was suspicious about that. They may have taken him away to kill him. Razor said if the situation was reversed and a bunch of Bloody Scorpions dumped me at Ma Siller’s house, he’d put a bullet in my brain. He’d think I gave up club information or somehow betrayed the Royal Bastards to survive.
It made sense that Boom Boom would feel the same way.
“I suppose Nova put you up to this?”
“She didn’t know until today when I went to her place for a girl’s weekend.”
Well, that explained why she hadn’t told Louisiana.
“I thought you should know, Reese.”
My name rolling off her tongue curled around my insides. I glowered at the horizon beyond the window. Hopefully, she left. I didn’t know if I could withstand her sweet chattering.
“I-I-I don’t know what I expected from you. When I talked to my brother today, the enormity of my predicament hit me. He’d hate me.”
I didn’t think anything would turn that motherfucker against Ainsley. My life would be so much fucking easier if they were enemies.
“Boom Boom would kill me.”
Hyperbole. Roman wouldn’t allow Ainsley near his president if she was in danger.
“I’ve thought of every way possible to keep our baby.”
Our baby. I flinched. I’d made a baby. With Ainsley.
“I’m going to abort it.”
From the moment she’d made her announcement, those were the words I wanted to hear. Now that she’d said them, my insides twisted and I recoiled.
“Is that what you want, Ainsley?”
“I have to do what’s right for all of us.”
“Don’t you mean the two of us?”
“Three, if you include the baby. But it’s four. I have to consider my brother. I don’t want him marked for death. I’m already worried sick about him because he doesn’t have hands. I don’t know why they insisted he go on a run. I don’t know if they want to kill him or he wants to kill them.”
Turning, I cocked my head to the side. “Why would he want to kill his club brothers?”
Her gaze flickered over me before she glanced away again. “I’m just talking, Reese,” she said softly. “I’m worried about Roman is all.”
Something else was up, but she was upset enough. I refused to add to her stress. I crooked my finger at her.
She walked closer but remained at arm’s length. I searched every curve and angle of her face, seeking answers, trying to uncover the mysteries of the universe.
“Do you want to get rid of the kid?” I asked slowly, succinctly.
A tear slid down her cheek and she shook her head. “No. I didn’t know my final answer until now. But deep down I know I want to keep it.”
I didn’t know what the fuck came over me. Except Ainsley . She’d bewitched me. I couldn’t give her the answer I knew she wanted and tell her that we’d make it work. No matter how I spun it, it couldn’t and it wouldn’t.
People in my life meant a lot to me as well. If Bolt discovered Ainsley carried my kid, he’d be so fucking disappointed in me. They didn’t care if I’d fucked her. A kid was a different story.
She was here though, and I’d ached to hold her in my arms again. I jerked off to her photo almost every night and pretended I was fucking Ainsley as I drove into Candy that one time.
Taking Ainsley’s face between my hands, I dipped my head and slanted my mouth over hers. Standing on tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around my neck and groaned against my lips. Seizing the opportunity, I swept my tongue into her hot depths, absorbing her little sounds, tasting mint and sweetness and Ainsley.
I slid my hands under her sweater, grunting in approval when I discovered her bra-less.
Grinning, I forced my mouth away from her. “You like your beauties as free as I like my balls.”
“I need new bras,” she breathed, nuzzling her lips against my neck. Her fingers gripped my cock as it pressed against my jeans. “My boobs are bigger because of the baby and I haven’t gotten any new clothes.”
I yanked the top from over her head, wrapped an arm around her waist and carried her to my bed. Her wedges pleased me. They were much easier to remove than the boots she’d worn on our date.
I wasn’t sure which part of her I wanted to taste first. Her feet, her nipples, or her clit. She was so fucking delicious.
A warning seeped into my lust-fogged brain. It was getting late. Ainsley needed to leave before Razor and the guys returned. I needed to check on Jinx and Louisiana. Tasting Ainsley would have to wait.
And, maybe, just maybe , fucking her would cure me. She didn’t protest when I removed her wedges and her jeans. She didn’t comment when I stretched out over her, still fully dressed. She opened her legs, inviting me in.
The scent of her desire hit me, and I paused, breathing her in, my nostrils flaring, opening wide. I slid my fingers into her hot hole, testing her readiness. Her pussy was sopping. Undoing my fly, I pulled my jeans down far enough to free my aching dick.
Thrusting into her, I stopped myself from taking her mouth again. A strangled moan left me, and I halted, ready to come at the sheer pleasure electrifying me because I was inside Ainsley again.
She arched her back, slid her hands to her breasts, and tweaked her nipples, just as she had our first time together.
“You like your tits played with, huh, baby?” I said roughly, my cock throbbing inside her.
Her eyes glittered and the skin bared to me flushed. She nodded. Tilted her hips.
Groaning again, I closed my eyes and started moving, hoping to control myself. Hoping I could drown her out since I was fucking her.
Her pussy walls gripped my dick and I shook. Her little fingers slipped under my T-shirt and skated along my spine.
“Fuck, Ainsley.” I gave up the pretense. I couldn’t hold back. Once I came, I’d tell her I’d support her, but no one could ever know her baby belonged to me.
I thrust into her as deep as I could, pulled out to my dick tip, then pushed into her again. Her silky smooth pussy burned me from the inside out, scorching every fucking nerve I had. Little noises escaped her and drove me insane. Somehow, I got control of myself. I didn’t want to hurt her or the baby.
“Reese,” she gasped, meeting my thrusts with her own grinds. Her hands moved from my back to the nape of my neck. “Reese, I’ve dreamed of this.”
She couldn’t dream of shit with me and she couldn’t take away my fucking control. I wasn’t a sad sack. I’d do right by my kid, but once I came, that was it for Ainsley and me.
Grabbing her hips and lifting myself to my knees, I widened her thighs and fucked her hard. Trying to fuck away my thoughts of her and my desire for her.
This. Was. BULLSHIT .
Fuck her. I wouldn’t make her come. I wouldn’t allow her to come. I’d nut and put her out. I slammed into her one final time and jerked my cock out, finishing on her belly, then collapsing at her side.
“You have to leave,” I said when I caught my breath. I pulled my jeans up to cover my cock, not fastening my fly or buckling my belt. “I’ll get a towel to clean you up. I don’t want anyone seeing you here. Especially my president.”
She studied me, but I kept my poker face in place. She swallowed, but didn’t protest, cry, or argue. Instead, she sat up and wiped her stomach off with my comforter. My bed was crumpled, though still all made-up.
Her lips were swollen, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were soft and passion glazed. Perhaps, if I hadn’t looked at her when she got to her feet and saw her breasts bobbing and her skin flushed, I could’ve allowed her to leave. I stormed to my feet and pulled her back on the bed, burying my face between her thighs and devouring her pussy.
I used my fingers to hold open her lips and tongued her clit, her screams music to my ears. I slurped her juices, licked and sucked her cunt, speared my tongue into her hole, not stopping until she begged me.
I was frantic, unable to satisfy my need for her. Latching onto one of her tits, I caressed the other one, egged on by her cries. This time, when I buried my cock in her, I didn’t halt for her or for me. I fucked her the way I’d dreamed about it. Without mercy or coordination, just by instinct. Her passion matched mine, measure for measure.
When my orgasm neared, I caressed her pussy. The moment she cried out, I let loose and emptied inside her. Before I pulled out, I allowed my heartrate to slow and my pants to subside.
Next to her, I pulled her into my arms, soaking up the peace while it lasted.