CHAPTER 9
Watching our woman wake up and stretch is kind of fucking adorable. I wouldn’t mind waking up to this sight for the rest of my life. She lets out a little grunt as she stretches.
Yep, I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every morning at all.
I’m sure it would be the best thing in my life. Well, waking up with her, spending the day with her, and falling asleep with her. Pure fucking heaven.
I’ve never spent the night with a woman before, but being curled around her was heaven. Spark surprised the fuck out of me and Rites and curled up on her other side. I thought Rites was never going to stop smiling as he nestled down between her legs with his head resting near her tits.
Honestly, I was a little jealous of him. He looked damn comfortable.
But then when our woman reached out for me in her sleep, everything was right in the world. I curled around her side and slept better than I have in a long time.
I’ve been up for a while and moved from the bed so I could watch my woman without waking her up. My brothers woke up as well, and I could see the shutters Spark had over his features when he moved back to the chair in the corner after pulling his clothes back on.
Rites woke up last and he smiled wide as he looked down at Navy. He looked at me, his voice full of reverence as he quietly admitted, “I thought for sure that I’d wake up to find everything was a dream.”
Spark just grunted and I shook my head. It sure as fuck wasn’t a dream, but I have a feeling we’ll have an uphill battle to show her that we’re here for more than just one night together.
We want it all.
But, as I look over at Spark, I’m a little concerned we might get in our own way. At least he will. I have zero problem admitting how much I want and need our woman or sharing her. I’m more than willing to put her needs as well as the needs of my brothers above my own selfish bullshit.
I almost feel for Prez considering he puts his brothers and the club before everything else. I would love to say he could have her just for him because he deserves it, but that would be a step too far in my loyalty to my Prez. Not with how much I need her myself.
She settles a primal need in me, one I’ve used without remorse in protecting the club. I know blood stains my hands. I’ve tried to balance that violence with the good that the club does, but I’m not sure my soul can be saved at this point.
I do know I would be a step closer to redemption with Navy in my life because she would be my reason and my priority.
I almost laugh when Navy’s eyes pop open and she looks around the room wildly. She tenses when she sees that we’re still in the room with her and sits up quickly. The sheet we tucked around her after she passed out from pleasure slips and falls down to her waist.
I try, really fucking try, not to look at her tits. But I’m only a man and I look.
Fuck, she’s perfect. My mouth waters at the idea of sucking her nipples into my mouth again.
The way she reacted to the toys last night was fucking perfect. We didn’t explore much, but it was enough to know that she’d be open to more in the future. That is, of course, if she takes us seriously about what we really want from her.
We just need a chance.
Navy’s voice is hesitant, “Good morning?”
When she looks at me and sees where I’m looking, she glances down and gasps. The way she grabs the sheet and covers her breasts is so damn cute. Then there’s the blush that covers the top of her chest and neck.
Her hand goes to her face, and she lets out a groan, “Fuck, I didn’t take my makeup off.”
“No,” Rites teases her, “you passed out after we made you come harder than you ever have before.”
She turns her attention to him and glares, but he’s not even a little bit bothered by it. The way he shrugs and winks at her makes her glare harder and I can’t help but chuckle.
Our woman rolls her eyes before huffing out a breath and tightens her grip on the sheet. She glances at Spark and frowns slightly when he doesn’t react at all.
Don’t get me wrong, Spark is a quiet man who has mastered hiding his emotions because of his position, but he doesn’t need to do that when it comes to our woman.
She seems to shake off whatever his lack of reaction is about and starts to slide to the edge of the bed. Before her feet can hit the ground, I clear my throat. Her face tilts in my direction and offers me a small, shy smile.
Fuck, I just want to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go. I know I can’t though; not yet.
“Well, that was fun,” Navy’s voice is hesitant and a little wary.
It makes me want to beat the shit out of Spark, but I can’t say that I don’t understand why he’s struggling. There’s a big difference between sharing a woman between us for a night of fun and forever. I have faith that he’ll come around and get his shit together.
“We want to see you again,” I blurt.
Navy’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline and she studies me closely. “I’m not sure?”
Rites slides closer to her and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her back into his chest. “We do want to see you again, Siren,” he whispers against her neck.
The way she shivers in his arms makes me want to smile, but I’m too worried that she’s going to turn us down right now.
What are we going to do if she doesn’t want to see us again? I know she’s it for me. I won’t be giving up and I have a feeling Rites won’t either.
I’m a little surprised with how committed my brother is with our woman. The list of the things that he takes seriously is very fucking short. Really, it’s just the club and even then, he loves to fuck around. Still, I wouldn’t hesitate to put my life in his hands.
He’s a force when he’s pissed off and I would not want to be on his bad side. Not at all. He would kill someone without thinking twice about it and then crack a joke over the body.
Navy’s eyes stray toward Spark. His face is an unreadable mask that has me internally groaning. Her voice is unsure, “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” my tone tells her exactly how sure I am about things, but she doesn’t look at me as she keeps her eyes locked on Spark.
If he ruins this for us I’m going to kick his ass, Prez or not.
“We want to see you again,” he practically spits the terse words from his mouth.
“Don’t mind him, Navy,” Rites murmurs against her skin where his face is still buried in her neck. “He’s a grump in the morning. Always has been. I bet he just needs some coffee.”
The smile that lifts her lips is forced as fuck and I hate it. I want all of her smiles to be genuine and pointed directly at me.
I have no doubt that he doesn’t have to look at our Prez to know exactly what is going on. They were friends even longer than I’ve been friends with them.
Sure, they saved my life in many ways because my parents didn’t give a flying fuck about me or my sister. That’s what has earned them and the club my loyalty up to this point. Still, this is our future we’re talking about.
A future that could be so damn bright. As I look at our woman, I can see the possibilities and the happiness. She is the light that we need.
She’ll shelter us in the storm. She’ll give us a reason to keep moving forward. She’ll remind us that there is good in the world when everything feels like darkness.
Not to mention she trusted us enough to explore a kink she had never tried before. That can’t be bought, and it doesn’t come around all the time.
We need to honor her and what she’s given us already.
When Navy is quiet for a little too long, Rites lifts his head and glares over at Spark. Prez shifts in the chair uncomfortably.
Is it because he doesn’t like to be challenged and isn’t used to it considering his position? Is it because he knows he’s fucking up right now?
Who cares which it is? He needs to get his shit together. Quickly.
Navy stands up, pulling the sheet with her and wrapping it around her body like a dress. “I guess,” she pauses and shrugs, “I mean, that could maybe be okay.”
There’s something false in her words. She’s not sure and she doesn’t believe us. My shoulders slump with the realization, but I know she just needs us to prove it to her.
And we will.
She quickly collects her clothes and slips into the attached bathroom. I’m sure she’s not thrilled about putting on the same outfit she performed in last night, but we’re limited in our resources here. There was no way in hell I was going to have an angel or Prospect bring me some clothes for our woman.
Not yet. When she believes that she’s ours, then we can ease her into club life.
Rites turns toward Spark with fire in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. The silence is fucking deafening as we wait for our woman to come back out. When she does, she doesn’t look at any of us and heads toward the door.
I’m up and following right behind her without giving a single fuck if my brothers are following or not. I’m going to make sure my woman is taken care of and is protected. Now and always.
She’s quiet while we ride the elevator down, but I do notice that she steals little looks in my direction. I can see her thinking; I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. The lounge area is quiet with a few workers cleaning the room. Navy heads right toward a room not far from the stage and slips inside before I can stop her. When I try the handle, it’s locked.
I lean against the wall and smile softly when she steps out and lets out a shocked, “Oh!”
I take the bin from her hands which clearly holds her props. “I got this, Siren.” I nod toward the elevators that will take us down to the lobby. “Lead the way and I’ll make sure you get loaded up.”
Navy glances around and even though she tries to hide it, I can see her disappointment when Rites and Spark aren’t there with me. Shit, now I’m going to have to beat both of my brothers apparently.
It only takes a few minutes for us to make our way out to her car and the silence that stretches between us makes me want to haul her against my chest and never let her go. She fidgets near the trunk of her car as I place the bin in it.
“Thanks,” she whispers and starts to step away.
I’m not having it. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. Her delicate fingers spread across my pecs when she braces against my chest. I love the feeling of her touching me and close my eyes and soak up the feeling for just a second.
“My brothers might be a little rough, especially Spark, but we do want you. We just need a chance.” I stare into her eyes, daring her to deny that there’s something between us. “I know you feel this and how good it could be.”
Navy nods slowly as she studies my face. “I do feel something,” she admits quietly.
It’s not the declaration of love I’m secretly hoping for, even knowing that makes me sound unhinged, but it’s something. It’s enough.
For now.
I pull my phone out of my back pocket and arch my eyebrow expectantly, “Can I have your number, Siren?”
The smile she shoots my way is soft and it warms my heart. She nods and then fires off her number quickly as she steps out of my hold and moves toward the driver’s seat.
Before she can climb into her car, I kiss her forehead, “We’ll be in touch.”
“Okay,” her voice is soft and there’s a slight edge to it like she doesn’t believe me.
That’s okay. We’ll prove it to her. We just need a little time and a chance.
Letting her go, again, is the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time. I stand there for a while, looking at the spot where I last saw her. It’s not until I hear my brother’s approaching me that I turn away.
I only spare Spark a glance before I grunt and stomp away and toward my bike. Rites calls out after me, “Well? Did you get our woman’s number?”
I flip him off as I climb on the back of my bike and fire it up.