Chapter 15 Vapor
Standing on the front porch, I face off with Blue’s father. This fucker doesn’t know how close I am to beating his face to a fucking pulp. I can’t let on that I know he hit Blue last night because then he’d realize I saw her at some point. To protect her, I’ve got to keep my shit together and not give in to the blinding rage building inside me.
“I don’t know why you think your daughter is hiding in my clubhouse, but she’s not here,” I say firmly.
“But you know who she is,” LeBlanc says.
“Of course. The whole city knows she’s marrying Justin Broussard. I met with him last week with a business proposition. We were in his club, and she was singing. Mr. Broussard introduced us.”
“And again, at his gala event.”
“Yes.” I try to remember exactly what Blue told me, so I don’t contradict her story. “She looked like she could use a friend.”
“I highly doubt your intentions are friendly.” LeBlanc sniffs. “Why did you give her your number?”
“How do you know I did?” I lean my shoulder casually against one of the porch’s support beams.
“It was in her phone.”
“Why were you going through her contact list?” I ask, intentionally sugarcoating my tone. I shouldn’t be poking the bear, but I can’t help myself. What a fucking prick.
“It’s my job to know who my daughter is consorting with. Why did you give her your number?”
“We haven’t consorted.” Not yet, at least. That’s definitely something I’d love to do with her, but I’m not going to be the one to pop her cherry unless she’s ready. And I’m not sure I’m prepared for the implications of what it will take for her to be willing to have sex for the first time. That’s a whole can of worms I’m not about to open, especially not right now.
“Why?” he demands.
“Like I said, she needed a friend.” I shrug.
“Have you spoken to her?”
“Not since the party,” I lie, hoping he didn’t check her phone records.
“She’s missing.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I say, frowning as if I’m also concerned. “How long has she been gone?”
“Since sometime last night.”
“Is there any reason why she might be gone? Could she have run away?” I ask, wondering what this fucker’s going to say. Of course he won’t admit to being a piece of shit father, but I’d love to hear his excuses.
“She can be headstrong.”
“So, she could have run away. Do you have any reason to believe she could have been kidnapped?”
“No. I don’t have any enemies.”
“That you know of,” I add, trying not to smirk. He’s got one standing right in front of him.
“None of my associates would dare touch my daughters.” He puffs his chest.
“How do you know that for sure? I’ve heard you don’t work with the most reputable of businessmen.” I’m pursuing this because I might be able to send him sniffing around somewhere else. If he thinks she may have been kidnapped, then he won’t come back to the clubhouse looking for her.
“We found her car down the road behind that abandoned liquor store.” LeBlanc points in that direction.
“Rougarou Liquor?”
“I don’t know what it’s called,” he says impatiently.
“If it was behind the store, how did you find it?” I ask, curious.
Is he tracking her car? Does she have anything else with her that he could be using to locate her? He might already know that she’s inside. The thought puts me on even higher alert.
“My men got lucky,” he says.
Somehow, I really doubt that. I’ll have Fang check anything she brought with her into the clubhouse to make sure it’s clean. The last thing we need are cops or feds crawling around with a warrant.
“I hope you find your daughter,” I say with as much sincerity as I can fake.
“If you see her, call me.” LeBlanc hands me one of his business cards.
I glance at it before stuffing it into a pocket in my cut. “Will do.”
As soon as he gets into his sleek black SUV, I cross my arms over my chest. I don’t leave the porch until he’s gone.
Heading inside, I go straight to where Fang is standing. He’s by one of the windows with Ice and Tank. They were listening into our conversation.
“I need you to—”
“Check her shit,” Fang cuts me off. “Give me everything she’s got with her and I’ll search for tracking devices.”
“Could there be anything inside her body?” I ask.
“What, like one of those tracking chips for dogs?” Fang scowls. “I mean, it’s possible. Someone would have to check her for incisions.”
“I’ll do it,” Bones says, chuckling because he knows exactly how to piss me off.
“The fuck you will.” I stomp upstairs and find Blue cowering by the window. Apparently, she overheard the entire conversation I had with her father. “Babe, I’m going to have Fang check your stuff to make sure your father can’t track you anymore.”
“Is that how he found the car?” she asks, trembling.
I go to her and hug her against my chest. “Probably. Are all your clothes still in the bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
“What else did you bring?”
“Nothing. Literally nothing but what I was wearing. I didn’t even stop to grab my purse.”
“I’ll be right back.” I kiss her softly before gathering her clothes and shoes and carrying them down to Fang. “If you find anything, let me know immediately.”
“Of course,” he says, all business.
“Anything I can do?” Bones asks.
“No,” I snap, still irritated at his offer to check Blue for scars. Nobody gets to see her naked but me. Nobody.
Blue’s still standing where I left her. She lets out a soft whimper before rushing over to hug me. I whisper soothing words to her while stroking her hair. Her father’s going to pay for this.
“He’ll never stop looking for me,” she whispers.
“Then we’ll find a way to make him back off.”
“How?” she asks.
“I’m not sure yet. But Blue,” I tilt her chin up so I can look into her gorgeous emerald eyes, “he’s never going to hurt you again. You’re mine now.”
“Yours?” She blinks back tears and gazes up at me with so much hope it shatters something inside me.
I can’t stop myself from leading her back to bed. I want to be as close to her as possible without giving in to the fire burning between us. But as soon as I get her settled between the sheets, she throws herself at me, pushing me down into the mattress and laying across my body.
“Blue,” I croak, my voice breaking with the need to possess her completely.
“Just hold me like this. Please,” she whimpers.
I bury my face in her neck and inhale the intoxicating scent of her coppery-red hair. She’s pure temptation, and all I want to do is roll her over and bury myself deep inside her soft, curvy body.
The rumble of my heartbeat thunders in my ears, louder even than the distant growl of bikes roaring to life outside the clubhouse.
“He’ll come back,” she whispers, her emerald eyes reflecting the dim light slipping through the curtains. “My father won’t stop until he drags me back home.”
“Your home is here now.”
“I know. But he will never accept it.”
“We’ll find a way.” My voice is gravel, and I struggle to keep it steady, to be the rock she needs me to be. But damn, the way she fits against me tests my control.
I tighten my hold on her, the muscles in my arms flexing involuntarily. Her fingers trace the ink on my chest, lingering over the emblem of UVMC NOLA, the club that feels more like family than the one I lost. I want to destroy the evil men who haunt the streets of New Orleans, but right now, all I can think about is how much I want to lose myself in her.
“Vapor,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my skin. “I want you to touch me.”
“Blue,” I groan. “Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
Her lips find mine, tentative at first, but quickly she turns the kiss into something more, something fierce and demanding and so seductive I’m powerless to resist. I kiss her back with a hunger that has nothing to do with revenge or justice, and everything to do with the raw need she’s stirring in me.
She presses closer, molding her curves to my frame, forcing me to walk the razor’s edge between comforting her and succumbing to my carnal craving. With each kiss and each touch, I try to chase her fears away. To replace them with something stronger. A tie that binds her to me.
“Touch me,” she gasps, breaking away for a breath, her eyes searching mine. “Make me yours.”
“Oh, hell.”
Now I’m the one who’s trapped in the storm we were creating together. I know what she’s asking me to do, but I can’t. Not yet. But there are other things I can do. Other ways to whisk her fears away. And it all comes down to pleasure.
As I trail kisses down her supple body, her skin is silky against my lips. Addictive. Her moans only fuel my desire, but I must take my time. I want to prove to her that she’s more than just another conquest. She’s special. No one can compare to her. No one ever has, and I have a feeling no one ever will.
Inch by inch, I worship her body, paying homage to every curve and valley. Her taste is as intoxicating as the finest bourbon. In the past, I preferred beer, along with women capable of chugging it alongside me. But now, I’m starting to appreciate the finer things in life.
Gliding my tongue up the inside of her thigh, I smile at the way she wriggles beneath me. Based on what she told me earlier, no one’s touched her like this. It’s the first time, and there are many, many other firsts I want to share with her.
When I reach her core, I flick my tongue over her swollen bud, teasing her mercilessly. She arches her hips towards me, begging for more, and I give it to her, plunging my tongue into her warmth, feasting on her nectar. She’s sweet and spicy, like a delectable Cajun dish. I can’t get enough.
Her nails dig into the sheets while her body trembles and quakes. I can tell she’s close by the hitch in her breath. She’s approaching the edge, but I want to keep her there a little longer. To torment her sweet pussy just a little longer.
When I drag my tongue away from her wet heat, her breaths become short and frantic.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
“Chère, tu es la plus belle étoile dans mon ciel nocturne,” I murmur against her.
“What does that mean?” she asks in a dreamy tone.
“You are the brightest star in my night sky.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases.
“Only you. Just you, Blue.”
I don’t want her thinking about anyone but me, so I up the ante, sucking and teasing her until she cries out my name. My tongue vibrates as her body shatters into a million pieces. She comes so hard she jerks her hips off the bed, slamming into my chin. I don’t mind it one bit.
Watching her orgasm wrack her body with thousands of tiny shivers, I smile with satisfaction. My cock throbs and leaks cum all over the sheets, but I don’t care. This isn’t about me right now. It’s about her. All her.
I love seeing her like this, with her thighs wide open and her pussy pulsing. She’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen. As her orgasm subsides and her body goes limp, I crawl up to lay beside her.
She turns to me with glistening eyes. “No one’s ever made me feel that way before.”
“Good. I’m glad I’m the only one whose ever tasted you.” I trace the curve of her jaw with the pad of my thumb. “You deserve all the freedom in the world, including in bed. And I’m gonna make damn sure you get it.”
“What about you?” she asks, glancing down at my rigid cock.
“It will go away eventually.” I chuckle. “Don’t worry about me. Get some rest, babe.”
“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.” She reaches for my cock, wrapping her delicate fingers around it. They don’t even reach all the way around, but that’s to be expected.
As she slowly strokes the length of me, I grit my teeth. I know what she wants, and it’s more than just about trying to please me. She wants me to take her right here and now, but I can’t. Not yet.
I want her first time to be special. And selfishly, I want to make sure she’s mine and mine alone before I claim her body and soul. Still, I can’t seem to bring myself to stop her. It feels so fucking good and I’m already on the verge of exploding.
She tightens her grip, moving fast and harder, just the way I like it. Closing my eyes, I picture her mouth on my cock, and then I don’t have to, because she’s on her knees with her lips brushing the tip.
“Shit, Blue. If you suck—”
Her lips wrap around the head and her little pink tongue darts out to lick the very tip. That’s enough to fuck me up for good. I can’t hold back, and come so hard and so fast I nearly black out.
Roaring out my orgasm, I can’t control my pulsing, throbbing dick. Cum jets up against her lips before she can pull away. She laps up my seed, not missing a single drop. My balls squeeze so tight I know I’m going to be aching for days. But it’s so fucking worth it.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“I hope not,” she says softly, curling into my side and using my chest as a pillow.
We’re silent, reveling in the afterglow of pure pleasure. Her soft breathing fills the room as she stirs, sliding her head off me and onto a pillow. Her coppery red hair spreads across it like a fiery halo. Even in sleep, she’s breathtakingly beautiful.
My heart swells with affection for this woman who’s quickly becoming more than just a casual fling. Not that I ever thought of her that way. From the minute we met, I knew there was something more. Something deeper developing between us. I want to know where we can take this, but before I can do that, I’ll have to deal with her father first.
Pushing those dark thoughts away, I glance over at Blue. As she falls into a deep slumber, I feel my cock stirring between my legs. The mere thought of her body pressed against mine makes me rock hard again. Remembering how good she tasted and how she moaned my name when she came is enough to awaken my lust once more.
I glance over at her one last time, ensuring she’s truly asleep, before allowing my hand to slip beneath the sheet. The thrill of being so close to her, yet trying to remain silent, adds an undeniable edge to my arousal.
My fingers wrap around my erection, and I start stroking it slowly, trying to match my movements with the rhythm of her breaths. I can’t help but picture her emerald-green eyes gazing up at me, filled with desire and trust. The memory of her singing voice, rich and melodic, echoes in my mind, blending with the sounds of the city outside.
As I continue to stroke myself, each movement brings me closer and closer to the edge. I still want to thrust my cock deep inside her tight, perfect, untouched pussy, but I can’t. Instead, I’m going to have to deal with the overwhelming urge myself.
As Blue remains peacefully unaware beside me, I take my frustration out on my dick. My palm scrapes across the tender skin while my fingers choke my thick cock. I don’t know if I’ve ever been as hard before. She does this to me, every damn time.
Finally reaching my climax, I stifle my groans of pleasure, silently releasing my pent-up desire and frustration. Exhausted, I clean up and pull the sheet back over myself, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over me.
I turn to face Blue, taking in her serene expression once more. She’s a light amidst the shadows, and she’s just one more reason why I need to destroy my enemies. I can’t keep her safe if men like her father, and Broussard, and Vasquez are free to roam the streets of New Orleans. So, I’m going to have to kill them. One by one. Until nobody’s left to hurt her.