Chapter Six
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PREACH
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Daisy is rubbing her body against mine as I kiss her goodbye. It’s been nearly three weeks since that night with Leah, and I still feel guilty every time I touch Daisy. As soon as she licked my dick clean, the whore climbed on my bed and spread her legs. She smiled at me and started playing with her pussy, but I had her naked ass in the hall a second later. Thank God I didn’t fuck the skank, but getting a blow job is bad enough.
Right after I blew my wad, I knew it was a mistake. I swear it was like a fog lifted and everything became clear. All the questions I had before were answered. Even though Daisy and I haven’t slept together, we are in a relationship. I consider her mine, so I’m hers too. Getting my dick sucked is cheating. No fuckin’ way around it, I fucked up, and I fucked up bad.
So far, Leah has kept her mouth shut. She shoots me sly smiles and has tried to get me to come back for seconds, but she’s kept her word and hasn’t told Daisy yet. I’m not sure how long she’ll keep quiet, and I feel like I’m constantly waiting for the ax to fall. This whole bullshit situation has me scared shitless. I haven’t been afraid of anything since the day I walked into prison, but the thought of losing my girl has me scared to my core.
Daisy continues kissing me, taking away my thoughts of losing her. Sucking on her bottom lip, I have to remind myself her birthday is almost here. One week. Only one fucking week, and I can claim her without having my brothers kill me. Knowing it’s so close is the only thing that keeps me from taking her right here on the sidewalk.
“I’m not sure if you two going at it in front of the diner is good for business or not,” Shelia says as she steps out of the diner. Hand on her hip, she smirks at us.
I pull away from Daisy, placing a final kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be here when you get off.”
She smiles and gives me a tight squeeze before letting go, then walks toward Shelia. “You know you’re just jealous that you don’t have your own hot biker.”
I watch them until they get inside, and then walk back to my bike. Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling up in front of the clubhouse. Of course, the first people I see are Holt and Wayne. Both are walking inside, but stop to wait for me. They’ve been giving me death glares ever since the night Holt saw me with Leah. I don’t think they know what happened in my room. If they did, I’m sure they would do more than just look at me. I’d probably have my ass beat if I was lucky, or be six feet under if I wasn’t. They may be older than most of the brothers, but they are two tough motherfuckers.
As I step up to the door, Wayne pushes it open and walks in before me. “Did you get my girl to work?”
I nod, walking past him. “Yeah, just dropped her off.”
“You picking her up later? I don’t want her walking home after what happened with those little douche bags.”
“Yeah, I’ll pick her up. I always do,” I reply, walking toward the bar. Wayne and Holt follow closely behind, sitting down next to me.
I’m just taking a drink of my first beer of the day when Mary rushes into the room. “Maker was in a wreck. It’s bad. We need to get to the hospital.”
Shit! Maker may be a useless drunk, but he’s still Daisy’s dad. Jumping up, I look toward Holt and Wayne. “I’ll pick up Daisy, and we’ll meet you there.”
The parking lot clears out quickly. I’m heading toward Daisy, while everyone else is on their way to the hospital. I make the fifteen-minute drive in less than ten, and walk into the diner just as the lunch rush is staring to die down.
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DAISY
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I’m only an hour into my shift when I hear the sound of a bike pulling up out front. I’d know that sound anywhere. That’s my man’s bike. I’m not sure why he’s here early, and I don’t care. I toss my order pad on the counter and rush to the door.
As soon as I pull the door open, he steps inside. Immediately, he pulls me into his arms. He buries his face in my hair and whispers my name.
“You’re early. You know, I don’t get off for another seven hours,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in for a kiss. He’s kissed me a million times over the last month and a half, but this kiss is different from all the ones before; it’s desperate, rough.
Pulling back, I ask, “Is everything ok?”
Again, he ignores me, pulling me against him for another kiss, and this one is just as desperate. When he breaks the kiss off, I push on his chest. “Preach, you’re worrying me. What’s wrong?”
“I need you to take the night off, babe. Can you do that?” he asks me, his voice sounding strained.
I nod, too frightened to say anything else. After he releases me, I walk back to the kitchen. “Is it okay if I leave early?”
Shelia looks up from the grill and stares at me. I’ve been working for her for over four years, and I’ve never taken off early or called in sick, so she knows something is up. “What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I start to whisper, “I don’t know. Preach just told me that I needed to take the night off.”
She walks away from the grill and looks out the order window. “Go on, girl. He looks like he’s in a world of pain. The lunch rush is over. I can call someone else in to cover dinner, so no worries.”
“Thank you,” I say as I hand over my apron to her and clock out.
I go back to the dining area and see Preach standing over by the window. I place my hand on his shoulder, and he turns to me. “I’m ready.”
Grabbing my hand, he leads me out of the diner without saying another word. We head straight to his bike, climbing on in silence. His actions right now are confusing the hell out of me, scaring me actually. He was fine when he dropped me off, but now he’s anything but fine. Something must have happened at the clubhouse, and whatever happened, it was big.
Instead of driving toward my house, he heads to the other side of town. I have no idea where we are going until he pulls off onto Streets Avenue, and I see the hospital looming ahead of us. A few minutes later, we park in front of the emergency room entrance. He climbs off the bike, pulling me off behind him. “Your dad’s been in an accident.”
“What?” I whisper, shock and fear making my voice sound strained. ”Is he okay?”
He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “I don’t know, babe, but I do know he’s hurt.”
Not wanting to waste anymore time, I pull away and head into the hospital. As soon as we get inside, I see everyone huddled together in the small waiting room. All of my family is here. Hell, the entire club is here. I rush straight to Grams, ignoring my mother. “What happened?”
Grams grabs my hand and leads me to one of the vacant chairs. Preach silently follows us, never moving more than a few inches from me. Just knowing he’s here with me gives me strength.
“We don’t know all the details, but it looks like he was drunk.”
I didn’t need to be told that. Anyone that knows Dad would know that he was drunk. When isn’t he? “How bad is he hurt?”
Squeezing my hand, she replies. “He shattered his pelvis, and a piece of bone is lodged into his spinal cord. The doctors aren’t sure how much damage it caused. He’s gonna live, but he may never walk again.”
The thought of my father never walking again is heartbreaking, but the idea of him never riding his motorcycle again is life shattering. The club, his bike, and time spent on the road are the only things that matter to him. Without them, he would wither away. “What will happen to him? What will he do? If he can’t get back on his bike, he’ll die.”
Preach sits down in the seat next to me and pulls me into his arms. “I might not believe in half the shit my dad taught me, but I do believe that God has a plan for each one of us. He never gives you more than you can handle. Maker will find a way to deal with this.”
I lean my head against his shoulder, letting the tears fall down my face. “Thank you for being here, Preach.”
He leans his head down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, Little Flower.”
We end up spending most of the night in the emergency room waiting area before the doctor finally comes out to talk to us. Dad’s injuries are severe, but he’s stable. He’s been moved to ICU, and we aren’t allowed in to see him until morning visiting hours. I don’t want to leave, but the doctors say there is nothing we can do for him right now. Grams wanted me to come home with her, but I needed to be alone with Preach, even if it’s only a few minutes on the back of his bike.
As we walk toward Preach’s bike, he pulls me close to his side. “You ready to go home, babe?”
“Not really, but I guess I don’t have a choice.”
He looks down at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “How about I take you somewhere, and we can just chill out for a while.”
“Sounds good to me,” I reply, stepping up to his bike.
Nearly an hour later, we park in front of Chipper’s fishing cabin. My grandpa and Uncle Holt brought me and my cousins here a few times when I was younger. There’s no electricity or running water, just four walls and a roof.
I hop off the bike, and Preach climbs off after me. Still not saying anything, he walks around to the side of the cabin. I see him digging around and picking up rocks. Finally, he picks up one and grabs a key off the ground, then comes back to me and takes hold of my hand. Leading me toward the cabin, he finally starts to talk. “Maker’s gonna be fine.”
“I’m not sure about that. What if he never walks again?”
“I don’t know, baby,” he says, placing a kiss on my temple.
I squeeze his hand. “I’m so glad you were with me tonight. I don’t think I could have done it without you.”
“Like I told you before, I’ll always be here for you. You know I love you, Little Flower? Don’t you?”
“What?” I gasp out. Love me? He’s never said that before. “You love me?”
Opening the door, he pulls me inside. “What the hell did you think this last month was? I told you that you were mine.”
“I thought we were dating.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t fuckin’ date. I haven’t since I was in high school. You’re the first woman I ever put on the back of my bike. You’re the first woman I ever took the time to get to know. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. I want you to remember that. Remember that I love you more than anything.”
His words shock me, but not nearly as much as they frighten me. I’ve wanted him to tell me he loves me for weeks, but now, it just seems wrong. It’s like he’s trying to prepare me for something bad, something I don’t want to happen. “I love you too, but why does this sound like it’s a goodbye?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“It’s not goodbye. It’s never gonna be goodbye with us,” he says, reaching out to pull me against him.
Stepping back, I shake my head. “It’s more than that, and you know it. Tell me what’s wrong.”
He runs his fingers through his hair before answering. “I just don’t want to lose you, that’s all.”
I go straight to him, wrapping my arms around his center. “What are you talking about?”
Leading me to the cot, he lies down and pulls me on top of him. As he holds me tight, he finally answers, “Nothing, I just need to hold you tonight.”
“You can hold me every night,” I whisper out, placing soft kisses along his jawline.
He starts to say something, but I cut him off. I place my lips on his and kiss him, desperately rubbing my body against his. It only takes a few seconds for him to respond, kissing me every bit as aggressively as I am him. When his tongue slips into my mouth, I can taste the lingering flavor of Jack Daniels on it. It sends my need into over-drive, and I can’t hold back my moan. God, he tastes good.
Straddling his body, I start to grind against his hardness. I’ve never done this before, but it feels right, more right than anything has ever felt before. The contact sends a wave of desire throughout my body. His hands roam over me before finally cupping my breast. When he squeezes my nipple through my shirt, he pushes up, causing another moan to escape. I can feel the dampness start to pool between my legs as I rub myself against his jean-covered cock. “That feels so good.”
His hand trails down to my hips, and he flips me over effortlessly, positioning his body on top of mine so that we’re perfectly aligned. He smiles at me, a smile that would have any woman tossing her panties on the floor. Ever so slowly, he kisses and nips my overheated skin as he makes his way down my body, removing my clothes as he goes. When he finally pulls off my pants, his hand goes into the silk of my panties. Gently, his fingers tease my folds, spreading the wetness all around and causing my hips to arch into his touch. Ever so slowly, his finger starts to fill me. “Oh, God.”
His actions surprise me, almost as much as they excite me. We’ve never gone this far before, only having shared heated kisses and some light touches here and there. I’ve been wanting more, needing more, but he always says we have to wait until my birthday. Thank God, he’s changed his mind.
His kiss becomes urgent, while his hand works magic between my legs. His lips trail down my neck, and his fingers move faster within me, his thumb zeroing in on that bundle of nerves that sets me on fire. I feel my orgasm building and realize that I don’t want to experience it on my own. I want to touch him. I need to touch him. The feelings I have building inside me are new and completely overwhelming.
I push my hand between us and start to work the button on his pants. As soon as I pull his zipper down, I reach my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his hardness. My God, it’s nothing like I thought it would be. His dick is hard, but it feels soft at the same time. He’s so engorged; I swear I can feel his heartbeat as I tentatively stroke him.
His talented fingers continue their assault on my sensitive flesh until I can feel the resurgence of my orgasm coming. It’s more powerful and overwhelming than I ever imagined. His lips wrap around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, the sensation sending shockwaves straight to my core.
He kisses his way up my neck, nipping my ear. “Let go, baby,” he says gruffly. At his words, I lose myself. My body shakes, and waves of pure pleasure run through me. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before—truly amazing.
After coming down, I realize that he’s still hard, still pulsating in my hand. “Preach, take me,” I whisper into his ear.
Of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he stiffens and pulls away. “I wish I could, Little Flower, but I can’t. We got a week, just a week, then I will spend days on end with your beautiful pussy wrapped around my cock.”
He smiles as he pulls his hand from between our bodies. Raising his fingers to his mouth, he sucks my juices off of them. “Damn, baby. You taste amazing.”
His words are so sexy, I nearly come again.
Shaking my head to clear away the fog left behind by my orgasm, I place my hands on his face. “I don’t wanna wait. I want you to make me yours now.”
He climbs off of me, buttoning his pants as soon as he hits his feet. “I told you, we can’t. I took an oath when I became a Renegade Son. I’m not breaking it. We will have the rest of our lives together. We don’t need to rush it.”
“But, I’m almost eighteen. I don’t see why a week matters so much. Plus, why does anyone need to know what we do? I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
My words seem to piss him off. Instead of helping me from the cot, he turns away and walks toward the door. He waits for me to dress, and the tension in the room is nearly unbearable. Without saying a word, he opens the door and walks out to his bike. My heart breaks with every step I take. As I get near, he grabs my hand and helps me on behind him. I guess that’s his version of a peace offering. Wrapping my arms around him, resting my cheek against his back, is mine.
It takes us nearly an hour to get back to my house. When we pull into the driveway, I see my mom looking out the window. I know she’s gonna give me hell as soon as I get inside, but I don’t care. I would not trade one minute of tonight for anything.
As soon as I climb off the bike, Preach pulls me back into his arms. “It’s just a week.”
I want to argue. I want to shout and tell him that a week shouldn’t matter. “I know.”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Trust me, the day you turn eighteen, I’ll make you mine.”
When he says that, I melt. I’ll be his; his old lady. I’ve never wanted a life in the MC, but for Preach, I’ll do anything. “I’m already yours, Preach. I just need to get your brand,” I tell him quietly, mumbling into his chest.
One arm unwraps from around me, and he brings his hand to my face to lift my chin up. Looking into his eyes, I can see the love that we share for each other shining through, clear as day, and I know this waiting game is hurting him just as much as me. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Little Flower,” he says before his mouth comes crashing down on mine.
As soon as he pulls away, I step back. We stare at each other for a few seconds longer before he lifts his chin to me and backs out of the driveway. Tears begin to stream down my face, because I know something has changed between us. I’m just not sure what.