CHAPTER 10
It’s been two days since I saw our woman, since I’ve felt her skin underneath my fingertips, since I allowed her to walk away with doubt in her heart. I’ve felt every single second of the last two days and I know my brothers are about to rip me a new asshole if I don’t get my shit together.
I just needed a little time to come to terms with sharing a woman I never thought that I would find or want.
Growing up with my parents and the love they share showed me the kind of relationship I wanted. Sure, sharing a woman was fun, but that wasn’t what I saw for myself in terms of love. But that’s for me to readjust and no one else.
I sure as fuck can’t be forced into it.
Missing my woman has brought some things into perspective. Could I live without her in my life? The answer to that is a resounding no. Even worse—could I stand it to see her with Crucify and Rites without me? Fuck. No.
I would go feral and kill both my brothers. That feeling would have nothing on the jealousy I’ve been struggling with. I know which would be worse and it’s not even a difficult thing to realize.
How did it take me so long to come to terms with this?
I could berate myself for it, but that’ll get me nowhere. There’s a burning need in my gut to go hunt down my woman and apologize for my bullshit, but I can’t do it. Not yet.
The knock at my door reminds me exactly why I must continue to sit in my office. This meeting is one that I can’t put off, even though that’s all I’ve wanted to do since I woke up this morning. I should have gotten my shit together sooner.
I don’t have to be perfect, and I have my doubts that Navy would expect it anyway. She’s the first woman who has looked at me without expectations in a long fucking time. She wasn’t interested in me because of my position in the club or because of what I could give to her.
And then on the opposite side of the spectrum, she didn’t look at me with fear in her eyes. There are so many people who look at us and make assumptions because of our cuts, tattoos, and bikes. I’ve gotten used to it, but only because I can’t remember a time when I didn’t see that judgement and derision in the eyes of strangers.
“Enter,” I bark.
The door opens and Rites gives me a chin lift without the normal smile on his face. I know why he’s not smiling at me, and it has nothing to do with the men he’s leading into my office. He’s pissed at me, and he has every right to be.
I know that if I’ve fucked things up with our woman that he’ll never forgive me. I’d understand. Hell, I’d never forgive myself.
Hendrix, Wolfe, and Dominic stride into my office, each giving a chin lift as they do. They’re big men who have just as much blood on their hands as I do; maybe more. I don’t know all the ins and outs of their business and I don’t want to know.
Penance is the last one to enter the office. Since I was already told that this meeting relates to the Volkov bratva who are clients of Savior Saints Security as well as friends of the club, I’ve asked Penance to sit in on the meeting. He’s one of the brothers who helps run our security firm and has been working with the Volkov brothers and their inner circle since they overthrew the Morozov bratva and have been righting the wrongs in Seattle.
Anatoly Morozov was a nasty fucker. He blanketed our city in darkness and allowed vicious men to run rampant all while profiting from it.
Ten years ago, when we helped rescue Monk’s sister, Morozov was behind the whole thing. Hendrix, Wolfe, and Dominic were there when we took down that trafficking ring. It was a first for us, but it sure as fuck wasn’t the last.
The club has helped the three men on missions since then, especially when they involve trafficking rings, but they work all over the world as well. There aren’t many men that I fear in this world, and I’m not really afraid of these three, but they sure as fuck have earned my respect.
“Gentlemen,” I nod at them before standing and offering my hand across my desk. “Please take a seat.”
With a quick handshake they take seats in the room and Rites leans against the wall near the door. I almost smirk because he might be pissed at me, but he always has my back.
“Spark,” Hendrix’s gruff voice greets me. “Thank you for meeting with us.”
I lean forward over my desk, my curiosity peaked. “Are you in town on a mission we can help you with?”
Blood lust starts to pump through my veins. I could use a good fight and taking down some scum in my city would be satisfying as fuck. I need the distraction; it would do me some good.
“We’re not here on a mission,” Wolfe pauses and shrugs one shoulder, “not really.”
I arch an eyebrow in question and Dominic smirks. He’s a man of few words and I’m not surprised when he doesn’t answer my silent question.
“We’re here as a professional courtesy,” Hendrix lets me know. “We’ll be in town for the foreseeable future.” To say I’m surprised is an understatement since I’ve never known these men to stay in one place for very long. Considering the work that they do, moving to where they’re needed is part of the job. “There has been a lot of chatter around the power dynamics in Seattle and the remaining men tied to Morozov are trying to gain support.”
I glance at Penance, and he gives a firm nod. I had heard rumblings but left it to Penance to keep on top of. To know that the rumors have weight and are increasing is not good.
I don’t want to see anyone who followed that sadistic bastard to gain any power in our city. It would be a disaster. Women wouldn’t be safe, and our lives would become much bloodier if that were to happen.
“We’ve heard the same,” Penance interjects. “I’ve been working with Volkov and his crew to ensure they’re safe.”
“We’re here to help,” Wolfe tells us. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Baker is my brother and our mom would kick my ass if I didn’t ensure that he’s safe,” he chuckles with his words.
I wasn’t aware Baker and Wolfe were related when I first met both men, but once I did, it made perfect sense. Neither are men I would want to cross. It is interesting that Wolfe didn’t join Baker with the Volkov crew, but I can also understand how they would take different paths in life.
That’s just how life goes sometimes.
“You’ll be looped in on anything we hear,” Penance assures the men, and they nod in understanding.
“We’ll do the same,” Hendrix tells him before he looks my way. “Really we just wanted to let you know that we’ll be operating in your territory. I know Savior Saints has been doing excellent work for your clients and that the club is still heavily involved in any issues that come up in the city.”
I smirk at him, not even a little bit surprised that he’s aware of what goes on in Seattle. The men always seem to show up when they’re needed. It’s clear they are very well informed.
As they fucking should be.
“I appreciate the heads up. As always, let me know how the club can help you, even beyond the scope of Savior Saints.”
The three men share a sinister smile with me, probably thinking of all the fun we’ve had in the past taking down men who should have never been allowed even a taste of the power they attained. They used it to terrorize and hurt. That shit won’t be tolerated.
Knowing that they’ll be in town for a while, especially while I’ll be working on locking down our woman—because I will be doing that—makes me relieved. If anything were to jump off, I know I’ll be able to call on them.
When things are quiet, too quiet, it makes me nervous and there haven’t been any major issues in the city for a while. We all should have known it was because some men who followed Morozov were regrouping.
Part of me wonders who it could be, but at the same time I don’t care. Whoever it is, we’ll handle it when they show their face and their hand.
The mercs stand and we shake hands, the respect between us a tangible thing.
Penance nods his head my way before following the men out, leaving Rites and I alone in my office. The tension between us increases. Before either of us can say anything, Crucify marches into my office with rage written across his face.
“You need to get your head out of your ass, Prez,” he sneers the last word which has my hackles rising, but I’m not going to rise to his anger.
Not when I know he’s right.
“I know,” I admit softly.
“It’s beyond time to make it right. It’s been,” his words cut off abruptly and he blinks a few times, his anger deflating slightly. “Wait. What? You know?”
“Yes,” I sigh, “I know. I had to get through the meeting with Wolfe, Dominic, and Hendrix. Then I was going to head over to our woman’s place. I need to make this right.”
Crucify collapses back into one of the chairs on the other side of my desk and I’m almost afraid the chair will buckle underneath him. Thankfully, it doesn’t. I look over at Rites and he’s grinning from ear to ear, the mischief back in his eyes.
“I take it that you at least had Friar get her address after we spent the night together.”
Rites nods slowly before pulling his phone from his pocket and shooting off a quick text. I feel the message come through on my phone and know he’s sent me the information I need.
“I did not think it would be that easy,” Crucify muses and I smirk at him.
“I know you’re not sure about sharing her,” there’s understanding in Rites voice. “But we can make sure that we get time alone with her and together. I know that she’s exactly what we all need.”
I give him a curt nod, slightly amused that he knows what my fears and concerns are without even saying it. That’s what happens when you’ve known someone your whole life.
I stand up and stride out of my office without a backwards glance or a word. I don’t need to. Acknowledging that I was the problem and will be making it right is enough for now.
The feeling of freedom as I fire up my bike and head out of the compound which is a converted warehouse space has me speeding up to get to my woman faster. I can only hope that I didn’t fuck things up permanently.
It doesn’t take long to get to her place, and I don’t hesitate to hop off my bike and up to her front door. I knock a lot louder than I intended to and then take a step back, not wanting to intimidate our woman. She probably deserves a soft hand and sweet words, but that’s never been me. I’ll try, for her, but I am who the fuck I am.
When the door swings open to reveal Navy in a pair of tight jeans and a simple t-shirt, I’m in awe of her beauty for a moment. This is the first time I’ve seen her look so casual, and it does something to me. Hell, I think I would like her in pajamas even more.
She looks much more relaxed and comfortable than she did when she was dressed to perform. I want her to feel like she can be herself around me, around us.
“Spark,” she gasps in surprise, her eyebrows pulling together as she looks me over. “What are you doing here?”
I shove my hands deep into my pockets and rock back on my heels slightly. I nod toward my bike. “Can I take you for a ride, Navy? I think we need to talk.”
Her dark blue eyes are big and round as she glances between me and my bike. What she doesn’t know is that I have a helmet in my saddle bag just for her. It’s been there for the last two days just waiting for me to stop being a fucking coward.
She looks down at her outfit and then back up to me. “Do I need to put on something else?”
I shake my head because I have a jacket for her as well, a DSMC jacket that will mold to her curves and tell everyone to stay the fuck away from our woman. It’ll look so damn good on her.
I look down at her shoes and frown slightly, “Sneakers are fine this time, but next time you’ll need some boots.”
She eagerly nods while reaching for something next to her, the jingling of her keys telling me what she’s up to. Once her home is all locked up, we’re heading to my bike. I give her a quick rundown about where to put her feet, basic safety and how she’ll need to lean into the curves with me.
Excitement, anticipation, and curiosity are coming off her in waves. It’s clear without me asking that she’s never been on a bike before, but she’s not afraid of a new adventure and that has her stealing another piece of my heart without even realizing it. She doesn’t even have to try to do it, honestly.
I pull the jacket out first and help her into it before tugging out her helmet and helping her with the strap. I climb on the back of my bike first and then offer her a hand. The way she slides into place behind me has my heart pounding hard in my chest while something settles deep in my gut.
It feels so damn right to have her here with me. When her arms wrap around me, I know this is right. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let my brothers have her on the back of their bikes because this feels so damn good, but I’ll try.
For her I’ll try.
Navy lets out a squeak that’s a mix of surprise and excitement when I fire up my bike. Her arms tighten around me as I pull out into traffic, and I cover her hands with my own to give her a reassuring squeeze. I’ve got her; I’ll always have her.
The feeling of riding with our woman holding onto me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The more we ride, the more she relaxes. When we head toward the outskirts of the city, traffic thins out and the view is fucking amazing.
Are colors even brighter and more vibrant with my woman on the back of my bike or is it just a trick of my heart and mind? I guess it doesn’t really matter.
When I pull off to the side of the road and into a more secluded lookout point, I stop the bike and we sit there in silence for a few minutes. But then I need to see her. I need to talk to her.
My grip is firm as I reach back, pick her up and move her until she’s straddling my hips and looking into my eyes. I remove her helmet and hang it on the handlebars while we study each other.
I know I need to be the one to speak first, but I get lost in her dark blue eyes for a moment. They remind me of a night sky filled with stars, especially with the way they’re sparkling and full of happiness right now.
“That was amazing,” she breathes out. “Thank you.”
“You don’t ever have to thank me, Navy.” I swallow hard and prepare myself to be something that’s not easy for me—vulnerable. “I should be the one thanking you.” Her eyebrows pull together like she’s confused. “You didn’t have to trust me and get on the back of my bike or even give me a few minutes of your time.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I was an asshole,” my words are direct and to the point, my voice matching my words. “I wasn’t sure if I would be able to share you.”
She makes a humming sound and wraps her arms around my neck. I find myself closing my eyes and soaking up the feeling. “What made you change your mind?” I open my eyes slowly and she arches an eyebrow. “You did change your mind, right?”
“There wasn’t anything to change really. I just needed to deal with my bullshit. I’m sure that I’ll have bouts of jealousy. I’m not thrilled about sharing you, but my brothers are the only men I could do it with. Rites and Crucify are more than my brothers even, they’re my best friends. I trust them, and the rest of my club brothers, with my life, but I couldn’t share you with anyone else but them.”
She narrows her eyes slightly. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t sure about.”
I chuckle because she’s so fucking adorable. I close the distance between us and kiss her, needing that connection, needing to taste her. “I’m sure,” I mumble against her lips before I deepen the kiss.
Having her in my arms gives me the same feeling of freedom I get when I’m riding. The thought of sharing her with Crucify and Rites doesn’t make me want to lash out, not right now. Honestly, it feels a little wrong to be with her alone now, but I know it’s not.
She moans into my mouth and the beast inside of me that desperately needs her takes over. I lift her quickly and stand her next to the bike, my eyes raking over her as she looks at me curiously. There’s still no fear there and it does something funny to my heart.
“Strip out of your jeans, Siren,” my voice is a gruff demand.
She glances around quickly, but I pulled off to the side of the outlook and no one has driven by. I wouldn’t want anyone to see her all needy as she bounces on my cock anyway.
I nod and free my cock before wrapping my palm around my shaft and stroking slowly. I’m rock fucking hard and the need for my woman is causing pre-cum to bead on the crown. It’s been two days too fucking long.
Navy watches me with hunger in her eyes before quickly kicking off one shoe and then pushing her jeans down enough to free one of her legs. The squeal she lets out as I pick her up to straddle me again is pure fucking joy.
My fingers dive between her thighs and pulls her panties to the side. When I slide a finger along her slit, she’s soaking wet for me.
“Drenched,” I grunt, and she blushes. Without all the stage makeup she had on the other night, I can see her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.
I growl out my own need and arousal as I adjust us just enough to impale her on my cock. Her ass was fucking perfection the other night, but her pussy has my eyes rolling back in my head.
We move together, our hips rolling as we find a rhythm that has the rest of the world melting away. Even if someone drove by right now, neither of us would care.
I pump my hips up as I help to slam her downward on my dick with the grip I have on her hips. When we come, it’s together and she slumps over my body, our loud panting the only sound between us.
“I’m glad you got your head out of your ass,” she murmurs against my chest.
I throw my head back and laugh harder than I have in a long fucking time. Our woman, our Siren, smiles up at me and I know that I have to make this work.
No matter what.