Chapter 2 #2
“Think you want me as much as I want you,” I pant as he thrusts his hips, driving as deep as he can get. How can I still want more? When there is no room left inside of me for him, it's still not enough.
“Want you to do what you’re fucking told,” he growls before slamming me harder against the wall, eliciting a yelp in response.
“Like that. Don’t you?” he murmurs as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, picking up his pace. Using his hips to hold me hostage, he slides his hand up my chest and grips my neck to demonstrate his control. The slight pressure is intoxicating. Fuck, I love when he gets like this.
Squeezing my throat tighter, spots begin to dance behind my eyes and time stands still. Throwing my head back, I’m lost in my own bliss, as he continues to fuck me, hurriedly searching for his own release, and then I’m flying. I vaguely feel him still as he roars out my name and his cum fills me.
As the world around me slowly comes back into focus, I find myself wrapped in a blanket of safety in Draven’s arms as he pours small sips of water into my mouth.
“Flew high this time, baby. I was starting to wonder if I went too far,” he says, searching my eyes with concern etched in his own.
Grinning up at him, I tell him honestly, “No. I loved every second of it.”
“Know you did. Your pussy damn near held me prisoner. You good?”
“Yeah. Perfect,” I say, yawning. Exhaustion is setting in and I dread having to drive home only to have to get up in a few short hours.
“Don’t deny me again when I tell you to come over here. When I say you come, you better fucking come,” he demands. And just like that Draven disappears and Viper appears in his place.
Every so often, I get to see his softer side.
But once he realizes what he’s doing, he shuts it down, and Viper appears, acting like his usual bossy, asshole self.
“Yeah, Viper. I hear you,” I tell him, rolling my eyes as he stands with me in his arms and heads up the stairs to his bedroom. “What are you doing?”
“Putting you to bed.”
“What? We don’t do this, Draven. You get all fucking weird when things are out of the norm.”
“You’re too tired to drive home, Kierra.
I’m not risking you falling asleep behind the wheel and wrecking.
It’d be something else I had to fucking deal with, and I don’t have the time for anyone else’s shit right now.
” We both know he is so full of shit. He’s been flipping the script a lot lately, and I’m starting to get whiplash from his constant change in direction.
He wants more from me, and maybe he doesn’t realize that’s what it is.
It scares him for some reason, and the confusion is starting to make him act fucking crazy.
Setting me on my feet next to his bed, he pulls the covers down and ushers me to climb across.
Turning onto my side, I close my eyes as he climbs in after me and pulls us chest to chest. “Go to sleep, Vixen,” he whispers as his hand clutches my hair, holding me hostage.
Feeling safe in his arms, the world fades away as his heartbeat lulls me to sleep.
My phone’s alarm jolts me from sleep, and when I roll over, I see that the spot next to me is now empty.
Running my hand across the spot where his body should be, I feel the sheets are cold, indicating that he’s been out of bed a while.
I groan when the blaring alarm continues to signal that it’s time for me to get up.
My body protests as I sit up and reach over to grab my phone to turn it off.
Looking around the room, wondering where my lover has escaped to, I spot my clothes neatly laid at the foot of the bed, and that’s my cue that it’s time to get out of here.
Sliding across the satiny sheets, I yelp when my sore ass makes contact with the edge of the bed.
As I rise to my feet, I look over my shoulder and see my ass is still a little pink this morning.
That’s definitely going to hurt today. Thinking about yesterday makes me wet.
Sighing, I grab my clothes and dress as I listen to Viper move around in the shower.
He could’ve at least woken me up to shower with him.
Walking down the stairs, I turn into his kitchen for a quick glass of water before I leave and freeze in my tracks when I see a woman not much younger than me standing at the island. She’s smiling mischievously at me while drinking a glass of orange juice.
“Hi. You must be my dad’s friend,” she chirps, stressing the word friend weirdly for some reason.
“Uhm. Sure. Friend,” I drawl with wide eyes, nodding my head like an idiot, and not knowing what the hell to say to Viper’s daughter. I didn’t even know he had a kid, much less one almost as old as me.
Looking over my shoulder, she lowers her voice and says, “Be gentle with him, okay? He’s all bark and no bite, but he’s been through a lot.”
If she knew her daddy has bitten me plenty of times, she might rethink how she worded that.
“Yeah. I understand. I’m Vix—Kierra. I’m Kierra.
” I quickly correct myself, having almost given her my stage name.
I wonder how she’d feel about her dad being involved with a stripper.
We tend to get a bad rap simply for our occupation.
“Sadie,” she claims sweetly, reaching across the island to shake my outstretched hand. Who would have thought that the President of a 1% motorcycle club would have a daughter who has manners and seems to be untarnished by the world. Thinking about that, I guess bikers get a bad rap too.
“Vix—Sadie? What are you doing here, babygirl?” Viper asks, as his eyes dart from her to me and back.
I can tell he has no fucking clue what to do about the situation we find ourselves in.
He was going to demand something of me, of that I have no doubt.
But with his daughter here, I don’t imagine he’s going to finish what he started to say.
“It was nice meeting you, Sadie. I hate to rush off, but I have to pick up my nephew so my sister can go to work.”
“Sister?” “Nephew?” They both ask in unison.
“Yeah. Twin sister, and my nephew, Nash, is three.”
“Let me walk you out, darlin’,” he says, glancing once more at his daughter before following me out the front door.
“You didn’t tell me you had a sister,” he accuses.
“You didn’t tell me you had a daughter, so I guess we’re even.
Look, Draven, we don’t do this. You’re the one who keeps changing things, and then getting weird when things are out of sync.
I gotta run or I’ll never hear the end of it.
” I kiss his frowning lips and hop into my car, not wanting to deal with this shit right now.
I’m sure he’ll put me back in my place the next time we see each other.
I hurry across town, and as soon as I pull up to my sister’s trailer, I quickly jump out of my car and jog up the porch just as she’s throwing open the door.
“You’re late!” she hisses, shoving past me as my nephew trails behind her with a worried look on his face.
I swear I’m striking out all over the place today—two for two by my count and in only a few hours at that.
I really do try to be on time, but it’s just not something I excel at.
“I know. I worked last night; I’m sorry,” I explain as she glares at me.
Looking into her dilated eyes, then noticing her body twitching, I can tell she’s on some shit again.
“Sierra, you can’t be taking that shit anymore.
You have a child. You know what social services said would happen if they tested you and you piss hot,” I groan, so fed up with her falling back into the same crowd and doing the same shit. My nephew deserves better than this.
“You’re not my handler, KK. So, stop trying to manage me,” she shouts. “He told me that you’d try to come between us,” she mumbles to herself, but I hear it nonetheless.
“Who told you that, Sierra? I’m just trying to look out for you.” I’m starting to get annoyed. I get smoking a little weed here and there, but she has a child to think about and a history of addiction, which means she shouldn’t be doing anything that could set her back.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to be late,” she sneers, storming down the drive, not even saying goodbye to Nash.
“Hey, buddy.” I smile, trying to get the look of fear off his face. Nash may only be three, but he’s learned to read his mom’s moods, which isn’t fair to him at all.
“K.K.,” he exclaims as he reaches for me to pick him up.
“Yeah, I’m here, buddy. Come on, let’s go get some breakfast, then how about we go down to the splash park?” I suggest with more cheer than I feel as I scoop him up into my arms.
“Yes!” he squeals, wrapping his arms around my neck and squeezing me tight as I walk back down the driveway to my car.
Opening my trunk, I pull out his car seat and set him on his feet so I can fasten it in.
Helping him into the back, I buckle him up and push my seat back so I can get myself in and us, the heck out of here.
“What should we have for breakfast? Hmm?” I ask, smiling at him in my rearview mirror.
“Pancakes!” he shouts, making me giggle. I should have known what he was going to pick. The boy loves his pancakes.
Nash and I stop in at the diner and grab breakfast. We take our time, and honestly, I’m in no hurry since I have the day off tomorrow.
We chat with Berta for a while before finally making our way over to the splash pad.
It’s a beautiful day and since it’s incredibly hot in the Miami heat, we spend the rest of the day soaking up the sun and playing in the water.