Chapter 9
Reaper
Rowan was chewing her nails again. I hated when she did that. Trey had decided to head to our safehouse, The Burrow, to give her some time to breathe. I respected the kid for it. He had a long way to go in earning her trust back, but he had a good head on his shoulders.
I knew he did.
Even if his mother was the devil incarnate.
Finishing my coffee, I moved over to put the empty mug on the counter. Rowan snapped out of whatever flurry she was in, and offered me a smile that went straight to my dick.
Fuck, I was in trouble.
“You all good?”
She nodded. “Of course, Wyatt. Thank you for asking. Can I get you another?”
“No,” I said. “But you can tell me what has you feasting on your nails like you’re starved for keratin.”
Her smirk was slow as she put her hands down on the bench. “I’m surprised you know that’s what nails are made of.”
“Because I’m a dumb biker?”
“What?” Her smile dropped and she looked horrified. “No, that’s not what I mean.”
“Relax, darlin’, I’m just yanking your chain. You can tell me what’s going on. No one else is around today.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” she offered, with a soft chuckle. “Is it always this dead?”
“Not usually. We just had a high level of activity today. I’d lap it up while you can.”
“Not because of me…right?”
“Rowan, no one is going to get to you here. I promise you that. You trust me, don’t you?”
Her nod and slow exhale almost did me in. She trusted me to keep her safe. That had me wanting to haul her over my shoulder, beat my chest like a caveman, and take her back to my room.
Slapping that idea out of my head before it came to fruition, I focused back on her. “Something is bugging you, though.”
“It’s just Frankie.”
“The friend from last night?”
She nodded. “I broke the girl code.”
“You’re going to have to spell it out for me, darlin’. I don’t know what girl code is.”
“You don’t leave your girl alone with a guy, you always leave together, and you always, always call the next morning. She hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts. I think she’s mad at me.”
“The boys left her there when they brought you home?” I asked, already feeling my knuckles needing to be cracked for the heads I was about to pound.
“No, Beast brought me home…I left Frankie with Chaos. They were…well, you know.”
Shit, that was a surprise, but I still didn’t understand what the problem was.
“I wouldn’t think too much on it. Chaos would never let anything happen to her. He’s a good guy. He wouldn’t be in my club, or my Sergeant at Arms if he weren’t.”
“But she hasn’t called me back,” she urged. “Maybe I should go over there.”
I knew Chaos to be a man of very little means, but when it came to pleasing a woman, he didn’t take that lightly. How I was going to put that to Rowan was another thing.
“When you left her, what were they doing?”
“Making out, dry humping each other against a wall,” Rowan said as she rolled her eyes. “Frankie doesn’t do that, but she said it was fine.”
“And she obviously left with him…right?”
Rowan nodded.
“She’s probably still with him, Rowan. Chaos has a reputation for…being energetic, let’s say.”
Rowan’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before realisation dawned, and her eyes widened and she let out a gasp. “Oh.”
“I wouldn’t let it bother you, but if you really are worried, I can call him. He won’t ignore a call from his Prez.”
She shook her head vehemently, her cheeks blooming a beautiful pink. The kind of pink I assume they would turn as I brought her to orgasm, over and over again. My cock was hardening just thinking of how pink her entire body would go with my efforts.
Fuck off, Wyatt. This is not the time.
“No, it’s okay. Thanks though. I’ll just keep blowing her phone up, she’d do it to me if I ever did this to her.”
“Sounds like a good friendship you’ve got. I’m heading to bed, I didn’t sleep much last night. If you need anything, call Cherry first, but then call me.”
She nodded. “Sleep well, Wyatt. I won’t have any issues. I’ve worked in worse places, trust me.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, but I could tell she could handle her own. I was just protective over her, and I had no idea why.
Well, sure I did.
I wanted to be balls deep in her, but this inherent need to protect her was starting to get noticed and not in a good way. If my enemies were to find out she was my weakness, she’d be in even more danger than she is now.
Maybe, just maybe, getting her Raf problem solved sooner rather than later was a good idea so I could let her go and move on before I dragged her down into this hell with me.
She was too good for that.
Church was basic today, not much movement from Raf, or the Ironborne for once. The diner and the bars were working well and bringing in as much profit as necessary and our imports were loaded into our warehouses.
I missed the days of all out war with the Crew sometimes. It was fun to live on the edge.
“Can we make sure there’s been no flags on Rowan?
” I asked Trojan. He nodded, bringing up his computer and typing away furiously.
Turning to my Sergeant at Arms, I looked over at him and wondered what he was thinking getting involved with Rowan’s friend.
She was young, and impressionable. I didn’t want Rowan or her friends getting hurt.
“Chaos, care to explain where you been all day?”
“Having a much earned sleep,” he said with a smirk.
I was about to respond to him when I heard the sound of Rowan screaming.
I was out of my chair faster than I could breathe, and pushing out the door of the Chapel faster than I could think.
Everyone had congregated toward the front of the clubhouse, with some of my men–including my prospects–looking on with glee.
Rowan was on the ground, Tee and Tori clawing and scratching at her, pulling her hair and calling her every name under the sun.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I roared, positively seething at the two women who thought they could lay a hand on my Rowan.
My?
Fuck, where did that come from?
“Prez,” Tee got her ass off my girl and turned to me, pleading in her eyes. “She started it. We just took it outside to finish it. She doesn’t belong here.”
“Tee, you best hope she’s okay. If she’s not, you’re both out of here.”
“You can’t do that. Club girl business is for the club girls to decide and Cherry ain’t here,” Tori piped up.
“You’re damn lucky she isn’t,” I sneered at her, forcing her back into her shell like a frightened turtle. Turning back to Tee, who I knew was the ringleader of this little hunt. “Rowan is under my protection. You know what that means?”
Tee nodded, her lip turned up. “She’s a bitch, and needs to learn her place.”
“No, Tee, she doesn’t. She works and lives here. She’s under my protection, which means she’s higher in rank than you are. Watch your fucking mouth, or I’ll have you banished from every Shackled Sons chapter. Now get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you two sluts for a week.”
“But–”
I held my hand up for her to shut up, and Beast and Knight helped them find their way to the gates. I bent down, looking Rowan over for any damage, but it all looked superficial.
“Darlin’, you good?”
She nodded, wiping at the tears in her eyes. “Yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t have called her a two-bit hooker working for pennies.”
I bit off my laugh, and helped her up. “Come with me.”
Looking up, after I took her delicate hand in mine, I told everyone to scram and find somewhere else to be.
They departed, unwillingly, some going back inside and others heading around the property to find something to do.
Leading Rowan up the stairs I took her to the Chapel.
One place I never took any woman, especially not one that wasn’t an ol’ lady but we needed the quiet.
We needed the privacy.
I locked the door, causing her to jump slightly before she relaxed, and moved over to my chair, pulling it out a little, away from the table, before I motioned for her to come closer.
“What started it?” I asked her, even though this shit was dealt with by Cherry, I wanted to know. I needed to know why my girl was being targeted.
“She’s a bully from school, never liked me,” she shrugged her shoulders, but she winced and I could tell she was in pain, even though she was trying to be strong.
“What hurts?”
“It’s okay. I just need a warm shower and I’ll be good to go, might need the night off though.”
“Come here,” I beckoned her over. She was hesitant, noticing there was only one place I was asking her to move to. She moved one step toward me and stopped. “Come here, Rowan, I’m not going to ask again.”
“Ho-”
I grabbed her wrist and wheeled her around so she had no choice but to turn her back to me, while my other hand grabbed her hip and guided her to sit on my knee. She let out a sharp exhale, but didn’t try to move or object.
“Where does it hurt, Rowan?”
“Why don’t you call me Ro?”
“That’s what everyone else calls you,” I answered her honestly. “Now, stop avoiding the question.”
“My back,” she sighed. “Lower back.”
I moved my hands up under the hem of her shirt, causing her to gasp, but still, she didn’t move out of the way.
She didn’t try to stop me. My fingers drifted over her soft, delicate skin, causing my cock to harden to the point of pain.
I moved my fingers over her back, pressing harder into her muscles.
Her soft whimper almost had me bending her over the table and fucking her senseless. She had a power over me that should frighten me, instead it only urged me on. I needed her like I needed air to breathe.
Pulling at her top, I helped her out of it, those silky smooth arms lifting so I could rid her of it. The black lace bra she had on underneath had my cock shoving into my zipper, probably causing an imprint on my dick’s skin.
I moved my hands up and down her back, kneading her muscles with my knuckles and fingertips. Rowan held onto the table as I pushed into her back, loving how soft her skin was, how delicate her moans were. I was on the edge of oblivion here.
I should walk away. I should let her go, find someone better, but I was a selfish bastard, and I wanted her in my bed every goddamn night.
I wanted to leach cries of pleasure from her sweet mouth, and fill it with my cock.
I wanted her on her knees as she took me into her throat, before I drove into her sweet pussy all night.
Most of all, I wanted to wake up with my mouth on her pussy every morning. The breakfast of champions.
She started to rub her pussy along my thigh for friction. We were both wearing clothes, but it was obvious what she was doing.
That’s it, sweetheart, soak my denim.
I pushed my knuckles into her muscles deeper, earning myself a deeper moan, and more friction on my leg.
My fingers itched to undo her jean shorts and slide down to cup her, possibly push a finger or two inside of her, bring her to orgasm right here on my table and chair so I could always think about her while I talked about the bad shit we had to do for the greater good of our city.
I’d never been weak over a woman like this. Never. I’d been proud of that, but this woman had me questioning every fucking moral and ethic I had.
“Uh…Wyatt…”
“Keep going, Rowan,” I urged, surprised by how deep my voice was. “I want you to come on my leg.”
Her startled gasp was brief, before she clutched onto the sides of the table harder, her knuckles turning white as she ground down harder. I could almost feel how wet she was making me. Fuck yes.
I pushed my fingertips into her soft flesh again, earning myself a deep, guttural groan. Fuck…I was so close to coming in my own damn pants and all from her thrusts over my leg.
“Shit…”
Her sweet little curse told me she was close. I moved my hands around, cupping her breasts, before I pinched her nipples through the lace, sending her hurtling over the edge. Rowan cried out as she came, grinding on my leg like the good girl she was.
Once she had come down from her orgasm, I felt her stiffen, and clam up. Reaching for her shirt on the floor, she removed herself from my thigh and pulled her shirt on, her eyes downcast.
“I should…”
She was heading toward the door before I could stop her. Launching up, I thanked whatever God there was that I had locked the door. It was tricky to unlock which was why we never locked the bastard. I pulled her to face me, leaning down over her, my arm over her head, our breaths mingling.
Yep, definitely dangerous.
“Wyatt…”
“When were you going to tell me you and Trey weren’t together anymore?”
Her eyes widened, and she looked shocked, more shocked than she had a few minutes ago. “Uh…I can explain.”
“You wanted my protection, but I wouldn’t have denied you if I knew, Rowan. I don’t like being lied to.”
A single tear fell down her cheek. I moved my hand to cup her face, a thumb sweeping over her cheek to wipe it away.
“I don’t like you crying more,” I grumbled. “I will always protect you, Rowan.”
“Why? Why me?” she asked, and the question was loaded. I didn’t know how to answer, because I didn’t know the answer myself.
“Women aren’t allowed in here,” I told her, smoothing an errant piece of her hair behind her ear. “Did you know that? I broke my own damn rule for you.”
“Wh-wh-why?”
“Because you’re mine,” I said, moving to seal my lips over hers.
She kissed me back, almost instantly. Her arms winding around my neck.
I pushed her up into the door, her leg coming up to rest over my thigh as I ground my hard cock into her.
Swallowing her gasps and moans, I kissed her with everything I had… because it was hers to take.
Finally, when I needed to breathe, I pulled away from her, resting my head against hers. “Tell me to fuck off now, Rowan, because if you don’t…I’m taking you upstairs and we ain’t leaving my room all weekend.”
She didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t do a thing. The one thing I noticed was she didn’t make a motion to leave.
When I stepped back, which took everything in me to do, I looked into those molten eyes and I knew. She was mine. I pulled her from the door, bending to throw her over my shoulder and unlocked the door.
“What are you doing?” she squealed, as I walked her out of the Chapel and down the hallway toward the staircase, passed those who had come back into the clubhouse from outside, passed the club whores who would relay everything to Tee and Tori.
“I’m claiming what’s mine,” I growled, swatting her on the ass, and throwing a knowing look toward Maverick and Chaos who both tipped their bourbon glasses toward me with a smile.
Mine, all fucking mine.