TWENTY-THREE #2
“That’s my hunch, but I have nothing solid to back it up.
I wanna believe it’s all incidental, but I can’t stop my gut feeling telling me it’s not.
” Splice lightly tapped the bar so he wouldn't lose focus.
Even Primo managed to hack into the camera feed of the road where Lisa got hurt, but the number plates had been altered with holographic stickers. That was shady as hell.
“Can you reach out to Sofia Fielding to see if she can find anything on her side?” She was their cop informant and had been good for that kind of stuff in the past.
Axel glanced his way with an unreadable face.
“Isn’t that a lot to do for a hookup?”
“Lisa isn’t a hookup. If I had my way, she’d already be wearing my patch. But I gotta tread lightly with her, or she’ll know I’m an obsessed asshole.”
Axel smirked. “I once told Chains that there would be a day a woman roped you in and you’d go along like a happy pig in shit. Chains said I was talking crap, but look at you now. I’m happy for you, Splice.”
“Me, too, Prez. So you see, I can’t let someone mess with my girl.”
“I’ll talk to Fielding, but it’s Thanksgiving; it might be a few days. We’ll go from there. Until then, just sit on her. If it were Scarlett and me, I’d...”
“You’d take her hostage,” butt in Splice.
“Yeah, we were there for your brand of verbal foreplay, Axel. It scarred us all.” He complained.
Axel only smirked, showing pride in keeping his young wife hostage until Scarlett had fallen for his charms, or lack thereof. Either way, it worked out in the end.
Splice noticed movement in the main area, wondering who was around the clubhouse on a holiday.
Usually, it was a ghost town. Noticing it was Brogan.
He knew very little about the woman, other than her name, and that Atom, one of their long-serving nomad members, had walked into the club toting her half a year ago and requested the club put her under a sort of witness protection.
“When is her situation gonna be resolved? Have you heard much from Atom?”
“I wish I knew, but it’d better be soon. Atom checks in infrequently, mostly to ask how she’s doing.”
“What do we do with her if anything happens to Atom, doing whatever-the-fuck he’s doing, wherever he is?”
“Fuck knows. But I doubt Scarlett will let me toss her out onto the street; she’s taken the girl under her wing.
” Grumbled Axel. His phone suddenly rang, and he answered it.
“Wildcat, you better be lying in bed resting.” A pause.
“Coming home now, will sort out all those aches for you.” Another pause.
“Only if you’re a good girl.” Once finished, he pushed off the stool.
“Gotta go pick up some chocolate for Scarlett.” He stepped away, then turned back to Splice.
“I need to talk to you about something else, but it’s not a five-minute thing. Can you be here later?”
“Yeah. Anything serious?”
“Not sure yet,” Axel said mysteriously and paced out of the clubhouse.
Waiting was not Splice’s strongest attribute. He was a ‘gets shit done’ man. But what other choice did he have with this? Because he knew very little to go on.
What he could do was stick closely to Lisa until it was figured out. Sitting alone, he groaned, picturing how close he wanted to stick to her.
Skin to skin. The sweating kind.
* * *
RIGHT NOW
Splice felt a poke in his side and snapped out of his thoughts to look at a grinning Lisa.
“You totally spaced out. Are you in a food coma? You ate so much pie.” She rubbed his belly.
He suddenly hauled her sweet ass all the way into his lap, and she looped her arms around his neck. He reveled in any time she touched him.
“I’m in a Lisa coma because you smell so good,” he charmed and buried his face in her neck. “What you gonna do about it?”
When Splice gazed at her, his heartbeat quickened as always, and some important words surfaced—something he’d been aware of for some time.
He loved her.
This woman, with her pretty eyes and gentle soul, made him realize he was completely lost for Lisa and had probably been in love with her from the very beginning.
She’d appeared back in his life, and he’d moved heaven and earth to find a way he could fit himself into her world.
If that wasn’t love, what was it?
He had absolutely committed to making her happy, and Splice had made that call on the spot. That was love, wasn’t it?
Obsession. Infatuation. Love. In the end, it was clear he was devoted to her.
Lisa cradled his face, her fingers tracing his beard as they had during their intense make-out sessions in recent weeks.
He started them for Lisa’s bucket list, just to kiss because she loved it, and for no other reason. Yet, Splice got so into kissing her, making her bite, nibble, and moan into his mouth that he found kissing was more than enough, too.
Even when her banging body and shy touches drove him to madness, he hadn’t even resorted to jerking off all the times she made him hard. And those times were many. So many. Splice was saving all that pent-up desire for when they eventually unleashed it on each other.
But surprisingly, for a man who’d used his dick well over the years, Splice was in no hurry to fuck.
He enjoyed the closeness he was building with Lisa.
But when she raked her nails over his jawline, he grunted. She could see how she was affecting him because his shy goddess flashed a pleased grin.
“I know exactly what I’m going to do.” She whispered, so close to his mouth that he could already taste her. Splice had to dig deep, maybe even call on some higher ancestors, to keep himself together and not just beg his woman to let him eat her up.
“And Ryan?” she said in seductive tones, making his ears prick and his head cock back on the couch.
She inched closer.
And his heart and dick took close notice.
He might be a behaving biker, so under her thumb and control, but Splice wasn’t in control of how his body reacted to his woman. He was only human, and his dick loved her, too.
“Mm?” he answered with a grunt.
“What I’m going to do involves this mouth.” She declared, and before he could react, she slammed down and forced his lips open, surprising the most unmanly noise out of him, as his mind shut down and his body took over.
His begging, fucking body. Under his little goddess’s fiery control once again. Holy fuck.
Holy. Fuck. Finally.