Chapter 23
Van
I have my head buried between her legs, licking and sucking until her legs begin to tremble. I love having her like this. I love making a woman squirm beneath me. No, not any woman. Chyanne. I love it when she clenches and tugs on my hair. I love it when she comes all over my face, and I can lap it all up. It’s finally been six weeks. We’re all moved into the house. We’re settling in nicely, and so is Nate. Chy seems comfortable here after I let her pick out everything we needed for the house.
Now I’m back between her parted thighs, doing what I do best. Eating the best meal I’ve had in a long time.
“Van,” she calls my name out as I nibble on her clit. Her back arches as she comes apart for me one more time. I pull away from her for just a second to grab a condom and then climb back up the bed. I rip that fucker open with my teeth before sliding it down my length and slipping into her soaked pussy. She’s drenched and out of breath, just the way I want her.
“Fuck, Chy. You feel so good,” I tell her as I slide in and out of her. I take it slow. Slower than usual because I want to drive her crazy. I want her to beg me for more.
“Van,” she whines as I slowly drag my cock out of her and slowly push back in. I do this over and over until her legs wrap around my waist, and she pulls me into her.
“You need more? Tell me, Chy.”
“I need more, Van. I need you,” she cries out softly, careful not to wake Nate. That’s when I slam my cock into her, holding steady as she adjusts to me. Then I pull almost all the way out and slam back into her. Her nails dig into my forearms as I keep this up. I pound into her, giving her exactly what she wanted. I fuck her hard and ruthlessly until I feel her pussy clench around me.
“Damn it, Van!”
“What?”
“You’re going to make me come already,” she whines once more. I slow my pace, pulling out slowly once more, and she whimpers in protest.
“You can’t have it both ways, baby. You want it hard, you’re gonna come,” I tell her. She rolls her hips, meeting my slow thrusts. I look down and watch the way my cock slips in and out of her. I fucking love seeing that. I love seeing us together like this.
When I can’t take anymore, I have to pick up the pace. I plunge into her, fucking her hard and deep until I can’t take anymore. I feel her clench, and I lose myself. My balls tighten up, and I explode.
“Fuck!” I growl as I fill her with everything I have. I grunt and groan as she milks me until I can’t stand it anymore. Chills run along my spine as I jerk a few more times into her.
When we’re both gasping for air, I pull out of her and climb from the bed, heading to the bathroom. I discard the condom and clean up before walking back into the room and getting back into bed with her. She’s naked and so fucking beautiful. I reach over and run my fingers along her stomach to her breasts before squeezing one in my hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Playin’ with you.”
“Aren’t you don’t yet?”
“I’ll never be done, Chy.” I sigh as I drop my hand, wrapping it around her and pulling her close to me. I nuzzle my face into her hair and sigh.
“I like this,” I tell her truthfully.
“Like what?”
“Havin’ you all to myself.”
“You don’t like sharing me with Nicole?” she laughs a little.
“I know she’s your best friend, but I’m a needy man,” I tell her. She laughs and snuggles into me a little more.
“I like that you need me, Van.”
“And I do need you.” Just as I say that, the phone rings on the nightstand next to me. I pull away from her and grab it, answering right away.
“Yeah?”
“You around?” Mask asks.
“At the house. What’s up?”
“We got a location on Derrick.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. You wanna do this?”
“Goddamn right, I wanna do this. When and where?” Now I’m excited. I’m about to get my hands dirty with this motherfucker. I’m about to end his miserable life.
“Head over here, and we’ll go over everything and head out,” Mask tells me.
“I’ll be there.” I hang up the phone and turn to face Chy.
“You need to get dressed. You and Nate are goin’ to the clubhouse for a little while.”
“What? Why?”
“They found Derrick,” I tell her. Her eyes widen as she looks at me. She shakes her head slowly before sitting up and looking around the room.
“He can’t touch, Nate.”
“He isn’t gettin’ near Nate. That’s why I want you at the clubhouse while we go after him.”
“Go after him? You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” she asks. My heart sits heavily in my chest. He was a man she once cared about. A man who once gave her the world only to snatch it away from her and beat her. I understand there’d still be some kind of feelings there.
“I’m not gonna talk about that with you, Chy. Pack him a bag and get dressed,” I tell her. She nods her head and climbs out of bed, grabbing her clothes quickly. I climb off the bed and walk to the closet, pulling out what I’ll need. I dress quickly in black, the typical color we wear when we’re about to handle shit, before pulling my boots on.
I walk over and pick up Nate out of his bed and carry him over to our bed where Chy put his car seat. I strap him in. It’s silent. Too silent.
“Say somethin’,” I tell her.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m glad he won’t be able to hurt, Nate.”
“But?”
“But I don’t know how I feel, Van.”
“You knew this day was comin’, Chy.”
“I know. It’s just … I don’t know, Van. He was okay once, you know?”
“I get it. It’s hard, but it has to happen, Chy. He’ll come back,” I remind her. I know he will. Once he knows where they are, he will come back for the baby, and I won’t let that happen.
“I’m just scared, Van.” I walk away from the bed and pull her into my arms, holding her against me.
“There’s nothin’ to be scared of. Trust me. That’s all you have to do,” I reassure her.
“I do trust you.”
“Then everything is gonna be fine. I’m gonna handle this, and we can go on with our lives. We can live without fear, without worry. Isn’t that what you want? For you? For Nate?” Chy pulls back and looks up at me.
“More than anything. I want him safe, Van.”
“Then that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna make him safe. I’m gonna make you safe. You just have to trust I’m doin’ the right thing here.”
“I trust you,” she whispers once more. I nod my head and pull her back against me, holding her for a long second. I need her to know I’m doing all this for her. To keep her and Nate safe and out of harm’s way.
I press my lips to the top of her head and then pull away, walking back to the bed. I grab the car seat as she grabs the diaper bag, and we head out of the house. It’s been a nice couple of weeks being here, perfect really. We work together, doing everything around the house and with Nate.
I put Nate in the truck as Chy climbs in, and I do the same. I start it up and glance over at her. I can tell she’s nervous. I can see her biting her lip.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I remind her. She nods her head as I reach across the seat and grab her hand in mine. I squeeze it as I use the other hand to drive.
We make it to the clubhouse in five minutes, which is why I love the house. We’re close if anything happens.
After getting Nate out, we walk inside and are greeted by everyone. It’s been a week since they’ve seen Chy and Nate. They’ve stayed mostly at the house while I handle club business.
Once I get them settled with Nicole, I head for the office to find Mask. Sitting at his desk, he looks up when he hears me come in.
“You ready for this?” he asks as a smile tugs across his face. He knows I’m ready for this. I’ve been ready for this.
“Goddamn right, I am. I want this over and done with,” I tell him. Mask nods his head as he stands from his chair and walks around his desk, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
“Today’s the day, brother.”
“Fuck, yeah, it is.” He nods once, and we both head back out into the main room, where he gathers the other guys. We stand in a huddle while he explains shit to us. He makes sure to tell everyone the kill is mine before we all agree. I take one last look at Chy when it’s time to go. I want to hold her. I want to kiss her, but I can’t do that right now. I need to get my head straight first. I need to get my head in the game and not be distracted by her or Nate.
Taking a deep breath, I turn on my heel and head back out the front door, ready to handle this shit once and for all.