Chapter 13 Vapor
My initial shock fades as I flick on a lamp and take in her disheveled appearance. Scratches form bloody tracks up and down her arms. A large red mark mars one side of her face and mascara trails down her cheeks as if she’s been crying. I want to murder whoever did this to her.
“I’m sorry. I needed to see you, but you’re clearly busy. I’ll leave.” Her voice is laden with vulnerability and pain.
When her gaze drifts to the space beside me, I glance down to find one of the club sluts in my bed. Even face down, I recognize Jolene. God dammit!
“Wake the fuck up!” I shake her.
“Hey, baby.”
Jolene reaches for me, but I brush her hands away. “Get your shit and get out.”
“I just wanted to have some fun,” she whines.
Blue glances from me to her and back before frowning. I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s thinking, but whatever it is, it’s wrong.
“I should go,” Blue says, heading toward the door.
“No!” I bark. “You stay. She goes.”
“Who the fuck is that bitch?” Jolene asks, getting to her feet. She does nothing to cover her naked ass. The girl has absolutely no shame, which was appealing in the past, but not anymore.
“None of your fucking business. What the hell are you doing in my room?” I demand. “I told you to stay the fuck out of here.”
Blue cocks her head, studying us without saying a word.
“Is she why you’re not fucking me in the ass anymore?” Jolene asks, bending over to grab her tiny crop top off the floor. She knows she just gave me a great view of her butt, but that’s the last thing I want to see.
“Get your shit and get the fuck out,” I growl.
“You’re an asshole,” Jolene snaps, grabbing her shorts off the floor. “I don’t know why I ever let you fuck me.”
She stomps out, slamming the door behind her, leaving me alone with Blue. Tension fills the air. Blue must think I’m the biggest prick in the world.
“It’s not how it looks,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
“You don’t owe me an explanation.” She drops her gaze to the carpet, refusing to meet my eyes.
“She snuck in here after I feel asleep.”
“Does she do that often?”
“Not anymore.”
“But she used to?” Blue lifts her chin and skewers me with a scathing look.
“Before I met you, yes. But not now.” I start to get out of bed but realize I’m buck naked too. Grabbing the sheets, I wrap them around my waist. “I told Jolene not to sneak in anymore, but she’s determined to become someone’s old lady.”
“She’s not even that old. What is she, nineteen? Twenty?”
“Twenty-one. Her birthday was a few months ago. But we were never together. She’s just one of the club slu—girls.”
“Then why would she want to be considered old?”
“An ‘old lady’ is what we call the steady girlfriend or wife of a patched member in the MC. It’s a position some women aspire to, even if they don’t have a chance in hell of ever being one.”
“Why would someone want to aspire to that?” she asks, but there’s no condemnation, only curiosity.
“Once you’re a part of the club’s family, you’re in for life. We protect old ladies like we protect patched members. No one fucks with the old ladies. They’re off limits.”
“Is Babet an old lady?”
“You met her?” I raise my brow.
“She was on the porch when I walked up. She seemed to know who I was, so she told me where to go to find you.”
“Makes sense, otherwise you never would have gotten past the front door. To answer your question, Babet isn’t anyone’s old lady. She’s more like the club’s grandmother. She’s fifty-five, but she’s not old. That woman’s got more energy than any of the club slu—girls.”
“Don’t let me censor you,” Blue says, glaring.
“That’s just what we call them.” I look away, unable to hold her gaze a second longer.
I’m not wrong. We do have a bunch of sluts downstairs, but Blue doesn’t need to know about those catty bitches. Women are always throwing themselves at us, so why wouldn’t we keep a few around for some mindless sex? We have access to more pussy than a cat breeder, but that doesn’t mean we want to keep all the strays who walk through our door. It’s not like we’re going to wife one of the sluts. That’s not why they’re here.
“You know what? I think I made a mistake.” Blue backs toward the door. “Forget you ever saw me.”
“No! Blue… Wait!” I lunge for her, tossing the sheets aside and grabbing her wrist before she can flee. I want to drag her into my bed like a damn caveman, but I’m smart enough not to be that stupid. Now isn’t the time.
“Let go!” she demands.
I immediately release my grip. “I’m sorry. Please, let me at least help you get cleaned up. What happened to your arms?”
“Maybe you should put some clothes on first.” Her gaze slides down my naked body until it reaches my cock. I’m not even hard, but her cheeks turn pink anyway. She quickly turns away. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” I grin and pad over to the dresser. “Want to tell me why you’re in my room in the middle of the night?”
I keep an eye on her while I pull on jeans and a black tank top. I slide my cut over my shirt out of habit. It’s like putting on armor, and I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need all the defensive measures I’ve got. It doesn’t take a genius to know she didn’t come here for fun.
“You can turn around now.” I pull the sheets up to cover the bed. Sitting on the edge, I pat the space beside me. “Come here for a second. Tell me what’s going on.”
“My father…” She brings her hand to her red, swollen cheek and lightly presses it against her skin. “He…”
“What did he do?” I demand.
“He… I still can’t believe it… He hit me.”
“I’m going to kill him.” I stomp toward the door.
She stops me with her palm on my chest. “You can’t. Just… I needed somewhere to go. So, I came here.”
“I’m glad you came.” I pull her into my arms and wrap her in a tight embrace. “Did he scratch up your arms too?”
“No. I got that when I jumped off the roof.”
“Why the hell did you do that?” I pull away to look at her.
“To escape.”
“I thought you could come and go as you pleased.”
“That’s how it’s always been, until tonight. He found out about you.” Tears brim in her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“The other night, when I snuck back in, I ran into our housekeeper, Pauline. I tried telling her I’d gone out for tampons, but she didn’t believe me. I should have known she would rat me out.” Blue walks past me to perch on the edge of the bed. “She’s fucking my father.”
“Where’s your mother?” I ask.
“Europe, on one of her endless vacations. She probably knows, but she doesn’t care.”
“Why not?”
“Money. Some women only care about money. My sister’s like that too.”
“That’s not really surprising considering she married the biggest drug lord in NOLA.”
“My dad arranged it. But Lacy, my sister, didn’t mind. She says as long as she has access to Xavier’s money, she’s happily married.”
“That’s cold.”
“He’s fucking around on her too. No one seems to be faithful to anyone anymore.”
“Maybe in your world.”
“Are you really that different? I just chased a woman out of your bed.”
“You have to believe me when I say, I didn’t invite her in. Jolene and I did mess around in the past, but I told her to leave me alone. I figured she’d latch on to someone else, but she’s obsessed with me for some reason.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re the president of the club.”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not interested in her anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because I met you.”
We both go silent, staring at each other without saying a word. Finally, she looks away.
“My father knows about you, but he doesn’t know that we’re… friendly.”
“Okay.” I’m not sure where she’s going with this, but friendly isn’t the word I’d use if I had to describe our relationship.
“He took my phone and assigned two men to watch me. Guard me.”
“Didn’t you already have a security detail?”
“Yes, but not like this. These guys were my new wardens. My father told me I couldn’t leave the house without them and that I couldn’t have my phone back until after the wedding. He was imprisoning me. But that’s not why I ran…”
“He hit you,” I say through gritted teeth, clenching my fists. If he was here right now, I’d beat the shit out of him.
“He’s never been violent before,” she says softly, as if she’s still in shock.
“You’re not going back there.” I walk to where she’s sitting and get down on my knees in front of her. Grasping her trembling hands in mine, I hold them close to my heart. “Stay here with me until we can figure out how to deal with him. You’re not marrying Broussard and you’re not going home. Stay.”
“What about Jolene?” She glances at the door.
“I’ll make sure she stays away from us.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know where else to go.”
“You knew I’d protect you, and I will. Trust me.”
She lets out a long, shaky sigh but doesn’t confirm that she trusts me. I guess I can’t blame her. She didn’t know about Jolene or about how shit works in the club, but I’ll have to change that. Everyone needs to know that Blue is under my protection now. That makes her as good as family, and any one of the patched members would kill to keep her safe.
“Come into the bathroom so I can clean out those scratches.” I rise, still holding one of her hands. “I’ve got my own, so we don’t have to leave the room.”
“Thank God.” The slightest smile flashes across her face before her exhaustion and fear returns. “I’m just glad I got out while I could.”
“So am I.”
Once I get her situated sitting on the closed toilet lid, I open the medicine cabinet and pull out rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. As I dab the antiseptic-soaked cotton ball against her skin, her sharp intake of breath almost makes me pull back. But I don’t.
She’s tough, and doesn’t shed a single tear, but her glistening green eyes watch every move I make. Her trust is a heavy thing in my hands, heavier than any wrench or bike part I’ve ever lifted.
“Sorry, almost done here,” I murmur, my voice lower than I intended. My hands are big and rough, used to handling machinery and the roughness of the road, not the delicate task of nursing scraped skin.
She gives a small nod, her lips pressed together in a thin line. The silence stretches between us, charged and waiting. I wish I could tell her everything that’s rushing through my mind, how I hate seeing her hurt, how I want to be the one she turns to for more than just patching up. But for now, this closeness will have to be enough.
The tension in the room shifts as I finish bandaging her last wound. There’s a finality to the moment that neither of us seems ready to face. She flexes her arm, testing the tightness of the wrap, and her eyes meet mine with an unreadable expression. She starts to stand, her movements hesitant, as if she’s reluctant to break the spell between us. I reach out, an instinct more than a decision, and gently grasp her wrist.
“Do you need some pain meds?” I ask, the words tumbling out rougher than I intend.
“No. It’s not as bad as it looks.” She glances at my hand on her wrist and then back up at me. The fear she walked in with hasn’t left her eyes, but there’s something else too—hope, maybe, or anticipation.
Slowly, I lift my other hand to cup her cheek. She moves closer, and I’m acutely aware of every point where our bodies nearly touch. Her breath catches, her lips part slightly, and I can feel the heat of her skin beneath my fingers. Everything else melts away. It’s just her and me and this moment.
I lean down, my heart hammering in my chest, and press my lips softly to hers. The kiss is gentle at first, exploratory, as if I’m still asking her permission. When she presses back against me, a quiet affirmation, something fierce and warm unfurls inside me.
Deepening the kiss, my fingers thread through her hair. I pull her closer until there’s no space left between us. She clings to my cut, and the world outside this room doesn’t matter anymore. The only thing that matters is this—us, the new yet timeless bond we’re forging with every heartbeat.
“Blue,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re not alone anymore.”
“Oh,” she whimpers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and drawing me down to kiss her once more.
Our lips melt together in a scorching hot kiss that sends blood rushing to my cock. I wasn’t hard before, but now I could cut glass with my dick. It’s that hard.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper between kisses.
She may be scratched all to hell with streaky makeup and tousled hair, but she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. Even totally messed up, she’s still radiant.
I have to touch her, so I glide my hands up from her waist to trace the edges of her breasts. She gasps and arches her neck, giving me a new place to explore.
Spreading kisses across her throat, I taste her salty sweetness with my tongue. I leave a trail of dampness as I slide lower. Gathering her T-shirt in my hands, I pull it over her head. I drop it to the floor then suck in a breath.
She’s wearing the sexiest plain white bra I’ve ever seen. There’s something angelic about the tiny strip of lace that peeks out along the top seam, as if it’s trying to be sexy but it’s too shy to do so. I’ve seen some sexy lingerie before, but nothing like this. Less really is more in this case. Somehow, this suits her perfectly. I wonder if her panties match.
My cock throbs as I cup her full breasts in my palms. They’re perfect. Not too big. Not too small. Luscious without being obscene.
She watches me with an innocent gaze as I deftly unhook her bra and slide it down her arms, revealing her breasts. Perky rosy nipples top each creamy peak. I lean in, sucking on one before licking around the other. I grasp her breasts between my palms, resisting the urge to motorboat the fuck out of her tits. She has no idea how fucking crazy she’s making me, and she’s not even naked.
Seeking to rectify that problem, I unbutton her jeans. Maybe there is a god, because she’s wearing matching panties. Cum leaks from my cock. I want to tear a hole in the crotch and fuck her against the bathroom mirror, but I’m not an animal. Not yet at least.
When she’s standing in front of me with nothing but those obscenely virtuous panties on, I’m ready to come in my pants. I haven’t wanted anyone like this… well, ever? I can’t think of a single time I’ve wanted to fuck so badly.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl.
“Vapor…”
I cut her off with another searing kiss, pushing my tongue against hers until she’s gasping and clinging to me. She hooks her leg around my thigh, pulling me closer. I slide my hands under her ass and pick her up, resting her butt on the countertop.
As I step back, I unbutton my jeans. My cock shoves my zipper down before I can even mess with it. Stepping out of my jeans, my boxers jut out like a fucking tent. My dick needs to be free, but I also have to get this cut off and my shirt.
When I’m finally naked, her gaze rakes across my entire body before settling on my cock. I’m stroking it, loving the way she’s looking at me, like she’s almost afraid of how big I am. Well, she’s not wrong, but I won’t hurt her. My dick’s huge, but it’s always been that way, so I had to learn how to use it without breaking anyone in the process.
“Don’t worry, baby. I know how to make it feel good.”
“Vapor, I…”
I grab her hips and slide her ass to the edge of the counter. She’s at the perfect height for my cock. I haven’t taken those panties off yet, because I can’t decide if I want to fuck her with or without them. There’s something so wrong about just sliding them out of the way and screwing her senseless while she’s still wearing them. I want that.
As I run my fingers over her panties, I smile at the wetness I find. She’s soaked and so, so ready.
“There’s something I—Oh!”
She moans as I slip my fingers underneath the fabric. Her tiny slit is so tight I can hardly get a finger in. She’s definitely not like the sluts in any way, including this.
“Lay back, baby,” I whisper.
She does, but she’s so tense I can’t figure out what’s going on. She’s wet as fuck, but maybe she’s nervous because it’s the first time we’re doing anything like this together. I want to go slow, but I also want to be buried inside her pussy.
I wrap my fist around my cock and pump it a few times before pressing the tip to the entrance to her juicy pussy. Her eyes go wide, and her jaw falls open.
“Vapor, I should tell you…” She shivers as I slide the head of my dick up and down her slick heat. “There’s something you should know.”
“What?” I ask.
“I’m a virgin.”
At first, I can’t even process her words through the haze of lust I’m trapped in. But slowly, I start to comprehend what she said, and when I fully grasp her meaning, I feel like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.
“What?” I gasp, stepping back.
“I’ve never done this before, but it’s okay, but I was thinking maybe we should be on the bed because the counter’s kinda digging into my legs and I don’t know if I should—”
“Oh, fuck!” I run my hand down my beard. “Holy shit.”
“I was going to tell you, but we got naked so fast and then you were about to… and I just… I’m sorry.” She drops her chin to her chest and her shoulders shake.
“Oh, Blue, sweetie. Hey,” I pull her close while trying to angle my cock away but failing miserably. “Don’t cry. I wouldn’t have taken shit this far if I’d known.”
“You don’t want me.” The pain in her voice kills something inside me. I never wanted to hurt her this way.
“No. Jesus. I do. More than you could know. But your first time should be special. With someone you really care about.”
“I care about you,” she says softly.
“But we’re not—” I stop talking because I don’t want to finish that sentence. With any other woman, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck if she was a virgin or not. I’ve banged virgins before, but they always ended up being club sluts. Those girls didn’t give a shit if they were in love or not. But a woman like Blue? She’ll care. Later, when she’s not driven by lust, she’ll realize what a huge mistake it was to let a guy like me take that from her.
“Shit!” I grab my clothes off the floor and pull them on, stuffing my painfully hard and very confused dick in my jeans before zipping them up. “Are you hungry?”
“What?” she asks, still sitting on the countertop, naked except for her panties.
“I’ll give you a minute alone. Come out when you’re ready.”
“But Vapor—”
I’m out the door, closing it behind me before she can finish what she’s about to say. She’s also caught up in a firestorm of desire. I don’t doubt that. But lust and love are two totally different things, and I don’t want her to mistake one for the other. I’ve been there, done that with other virgins, and I won’t make that blunder again.
Not only that, but I also want more for her. She deserves better, someone who will love her and cherish her. I wish I could be that for her, but she’s so far out of my league we’re not even playing the same sport.
As I wait for her to finish dressing, my dick rages at me for being such a fucking idiot. Blue’s a good girl, not one of the sluts. I should have considered that she might be a virgin. It never crossed my mind because I was too caught up in having her in my room alone to think straight. I can’t make that mistake again.