25. Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Five
Torrent rode his bike, Ashe and Maverick close by.
It had been almost a month since Useless had tried to take Cecilia in for questioning.
Things had been relatively quiet. Useless was stopping at least one of their guys every three to four days, either on their motorcycles or the trucks transporting the caskets.
Since he never found anything, it was merely an inconvenience.
Abby and Jonah were still looking for more information on who Useless’ contact was and where. Although Jasmine had been in Time Out for a month, Mace had let Dragon know yesterday that they hadn’t been able to get any more useful information out of her for the last week.
Torrent had hoped that the Honey Creek Badgers MC would be able to get them more information.
They’d met for Church multiple times and were still debating if they wanted to call in the helicopter pilot to search for the cabins.
The debate between bringing more eyes on the club was weighed against finding women and kids possibly being trafficked, but without more information, they were flying blind.
Jonah had mentioned he and Abby had an idea for possibly obtaining more information, but it would take a little longer to work out.
If the threat from Useless wasn’t hanging over them, Torrent would be ecstatic. That wasn’t a word he would have ever used to describe his life before Cecilia, but with her, it fit.
They’d taken things slowly, but Cecilia had told him this morning that she was ready to be his completely.
They’d messed around with her grinding on him, bringing herself to orgasm, along with taking their tops off and letting him kiss and worship her breasts, but he’d held off from taking the last step.
She’d been through so much, and he wanted to minimize the possibility of a flashback. Her words this morning, saying she was ready and it was time for him to be her husband in word and deed, had him fighting a hard-on all day.
To get Maverick to quit teasing him, he’d given in and punched his VP in the face. The fucker had just laughed like a loon at making Torrent lose his temper. It was hard to be mad at his best friend when said friend informed Torrent that the teasing had been so Torrent could release some tension.
The Prospect opened the gate as they neared.
Torrent backed his bike in and grabbed the packages he’d bought before heading inside.
Halloween was tomorrow, and they were having a party with costumes.
Calliope had been beside herself, saying she didn’t want the animals left out, which is why he’d ridden to a big box store three towns away to find pet costumes.
He only hoped they fit them. He’d gone with a scary theme because what else would he do at the Grave Prowlers’ compound.
Monster had a black outfit with legs that made him into a huge spider.
Beast had a vampire cape. Reaper had black bat wings, which Torrent was positive would make the Maine Coon cat even scarier-looking.
Torrent had gone with a gremlin costume for Shadow because the dog became a psycho if they gave him food after midnight.
For Cecilia and their first night together, he’d bought her a ring with a skull on it that matched his ring for the Grave Prowlers MC. He’d bought her the original ring to protect her. He’d made her his Ol’ Lady as soon as she’d agreed a month ago, but he wanted to commemorate this occasion too.
He walked through the clubhouse to their suite and entered to pandemonium.
“Bad doggy. Bad doggy,” Calliope scolded, shaking her finger in Monster’s face.
Cecilia was leaning against the cabinet, staring at the dog.
“What happened?” Torrent asked, walking close and kissing Cecilia’s forehead.
“I decided I wanted to make apple cobbler for the party tonight. It’s Fall and Halloween. My mom always made it this time of year. I was letting it cool on the counter by the sink. I never dreamed that it wouldn’t be safe,” Cecilia sighed.
Torrent looked at the floor where a non-stick pan lay, licked clean. He stared at Monster, who still had a little bit of cobbler underneath his chin.
“The whole thing?” Torrent grunted.
“Yes,” Cecilia replied, shaking her head. “I’m worried what it will do to his digestive tract. I’m thinking he should sleep in the bathroom tonight, not on our bed.”
Torrent chuckled, “Agreed.”
The last thing he wanted was to have the dog puking on them while they were asleep.
He picked up the pan, handing the bag of animal costumes to Calliope. While she was occupied, he led Cecilia into their bedroom.
He stared at her, pulling the ring out of the bag.
“I know you’re my Ol’ Lady and wife, but this morning, when you said you wanted to be mine completely, I had to commemorate it somehow,” he said, sliding the skull ring onto her finger.
“Oh, Torrent,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, leaning her head on his chest. He patted her back, hoping that when he finally had her under him, he could hold off long enough to give his wife the satisfaction she deserved.
Cecilia let Torrent lead her to their rooms. He’d been acting a little strange the last thirty minutes of the party, then suddenly he’d said it was time for them to go.
Dragon and Sally were having Calliope stay in their room tonight. It seemed like a lot of people knew that she and Torrent were finally consummating their vows tonight.
Cecilia appreciated the time that Torrent had given her because tonight felt right. If he would have rushed her after what she’d been through, Cecilia wasn’t sure what would have happened.
Torrent paused at their door, then pushed it open. The lights were off, but the suite was lit by hundreds of candles of all sizes.
“Torrent,” she breathed softly.
“Wanted it special for you,” he grumbled softly.
She turned back to him, nodding. “It is.”
She stared around the room, seeing the planning he’d put into making this special. Rose petals were scattered on the floor, leading to their room. His arms slipped around her from behind.
“You ready to be mine?” he asked, his chin resting on her head.
“Yes, finally,” she said.
Torrent didn’t waste time. He picked her up, carrying her in his arms through the room to their bedroom.
“I want you with every breath in my body, but if at any time, you get scared, we can stop,” Torrent vowed, letting her legs go so she could stand.
Still, the gruff biker was being kind, soft, and taking care of her.
She turned toward him, looking up and placing her hand against his cheek, loving the feel of his beard against her skin.
“I want you just as much. You saved me. When I called, you didn’t hesitate to help me. You’ll always be my hero, Torrent. Now, make me yours,” she implored, smiling at him.
His eyes lit with heat. He didn’t waste any time, divesting her of her cut proclaiming she was his, and hanging it up. He pulled his off and did the same. His fingers brushed her cheek, sending shivers through her.
She closed her eyes, letting herself just feel his lips coasting along her face, taking her mouth. Until Torrent, she hadn’t realized the pleasure in kissing until every nerve was humming.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he slid her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She reached to pull his shirt over his head. He dropped kisses over her chest until he captured her nipple with his lips, sucking and nibbling until she wanted to scream.
“Torrent, please,” she whispered.
“In time,” he said, doing the same to her other breast until they both ached. He dropped to his knees, unlacing the boots she’d worn, sliding them off with her socks. He kissed her belly above her jeans before unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down, trailing kisses across the skin he exposed.
The ache was growing between her legs as he slid her jeans down them. He paused, staring at her panties, if they could even be called that. There was a tiny triangle held together by two strings.
“This is so sexy,” he groaned, his tongue licking around the triangle, before turning her around. “Oh, babe. I could never have waited all evening if I’d known your ass was decorated with this,” he confessed, kissing across her butt and then nipping her hip.
He slid the panties down, then lifted her up to lay her on the bed. He stood at the end of the bed, taking his boots, jeans, and briefs off quickly. He palmed his hard cock as he stared at her, his knee on the bed.
Cecilia cupped her breasts, spreading her legs apart. She wanted Torrent to realize how much she wanted him.
He grinned at her, leaning over, trailing kisses up her legs and thighs while he crawled closer to her.
“Please say you’re doing okay because if I don’t sink into you soon, I think my dick will explode,” he quipped, when he paused to breathe deeply of her scent.
She chuckled. “Fuck me now. I don’t need everything else, just get inside me because I ache.”
“Sorry, babe, I’ve waited forever to taste and feast on my pussy. Lie back and I’ll get inside you soon,” he grinned, waggling his eyebrows and settling between her legs, his warm breath at her core.
“Your pussy?” she teased before moaning at the first touch of his lips and tongue.
Oh shit! She’d never experienced this, much less with someone she loved.
Each touch of his tongue and lips was driving her higher.
When she couldn’t stay still, thrusting her pussy closer to him, Torrent growled and added his fingers.
It was too much to keep track of—his lips, his fingers, the rhythm that was driving her higher.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned.
“Come for me,” Torrent said.
At his words, she let herself fall over the precipice, the waves crashing over her. When she came back to herself, Torrent was kissing up her stomach, his hands caressing her stomach and breasts before he notched himself at her entrance, a condom she’d missed him putting on to protect them.
“My baby’s soaked for me. Gonna fuck you and make you mine now,” he growled, pressing inside her, his hard cock filling her in one smooth stroke.
“Oh fuck, you feel huge,” she groaned.
Torrent smirked, pulling out and plunging back in. She loved that he wasn’t treating her like she was broken but was showing her how much he loved her with every stroke.
“Love you, Cecilia. Not gonna last inside your hot pussy,” he muttered.
“I love you, Torrent,” she whispered, tightening her legs to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Good?” he panted, as he continued to hammer inside her in the best way, the sensations building and layering until she couldn’t wait to come.
“So, so good,” she moaned, and she meant it. There were no flashbacks, nothing to intrude on this moment with Torrent. She wasn’t cured or healed by any means, but in this moment, everything was perfect with the man who’d saved her and shown her love.
He nodded, then proceeded to blow her mind, his hips thrusting in and out all while his eyes stared at her. In no time, she was building again, but even if she didn’t come before he did, she didn’t care.
But her man was watching her and wasn’t going to go without her.
He leaned over, taking her nipple in his mouth while thrusting inside her, his cock dragging deliciously against her channel.
She moved with him, the sensations dragging her up again, her hands grasping his shoulders as she let herself fall over again, moaning as Torrent groaned, his cock twitching inside her, sweat rolling down his chest.
“Thank you,” she whispered against his chest as she licked the sweat off.
“For what?” he questioned, his hand sliding into her hair, holding her face.
“For making our first time special and so hot,” she said, tears spilling over.
“Hey, why the tears?” he asked, his fingers brushing them off her cheeks.
“Because I’m so happy,” she sobbed softly.
Torrent grinned, “Me too.”
He waited until she quit crying and then lifted off her to take care of the condom. He brought a warm washcloth and cleaned her up before crawling back in bed and settling her in his arms.
“You ready to go to sleep?” he asked.
“Yes, but do we need to blow out the candles?” she asked.
“Fuck,” he muttered, getting back out of bed. She watched his butt flexing as he hurried around the suite, blowing out candles. Her man was the whole package—freaking hot, protective as fuck, and sweet when she needed it. She truly was one lucky woman despite how she’d arrived here.
Once he had them out, he walked back toward her, giving her an even better view that had her wondering about round two, but she wasn’t pushing herself tonight.
She was going to go to sleep knowing that she was healed enough to be with her husband and Ol’ Man.
He settled beside her, pulling her over onto his chest.
“You good?” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
“I’m good,” she said, closing her eyes and relaxing, knowing that no matter what, Torrent would protect her.