Chapter 4 #2
“Come,” she told me and she pulled me into the office. She grabbed something from the bathroom and held it over my eyes. It was a cold compress. “This will help with the redness and the puffiness. Now, while it’s doing its job, talk to me.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Sure I would, now spill.”
“I don’t even know why I’m so mad…it’s not like we were official or anything.”
“It doesn’t matter about that crap and you know it,” Morena said. “You love him and he broke your heart. You’re allowed to be sad that he’s back on your turf.”
Was that why I was so sad?
“I fucked him in the clubhouse last night and then when it was done, there was a moment where I could see that smile of his and I just…I broke. I started a fight and left.”
“Being a woman sucks with all these fucking hormones, right?” Morena said with humour in her voice.
“I’m Valkyrie, the first woman to patch in with the Ghost Rebels, I can’t be breaking down like this.”
“Babe,” Morena raised the compress and looked at me.
“Fuck that. You’re stronger than any woman I fucking know, but you are allowed to break.
We all do, even the boys do. Your heart was broken when he left.
Him showing up here after so much left unsaid?
That would hurt, of course it would. Want me to ask Casey for info? ”
I shook my head. “No. He keeps you out of club business for a reason. You’re a troublemaker.”
She chuckled at that and I found myself feeling a lot better.
“Fine, but Val, you need to talk to him. Just…maybe wait until this meeting happens.”
“What meet?”
Morena bit her bottom lip nervously, realising she’d given up some information she shouldn’t have.
“The reason he’s back is because he wants to end it,” Morena said. “He wants to stop running, and the only way to do that is to face the people after him head on.”
“What the fuck is going on, Morena?”
She sighed. “Go and see him. Get him to tell you. It will be better that way, but you know, maybe let him talk before you take your clothes off.”
I rolled my eyes and sat up, looking down at my phone.
“Where is he?” I asked her.
“Tierney’s.”
“I’m the only one here,” I told her. “I can’t leave.”
She nodded. “Tell him to come here then.”
Morena left the shop and I sat back in my chair, my heart hammering in my chest as I opened up my messaging app. Dempsey had a lot of explaining to do, but the only thing I could do was type the message I was going to send before Morena turned up.
Dempsey
“You and Brogan, huh?”
Tierney’s blushed and I smirked at her. She was really fucking happy and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.
“Yeah, it was…surprising.”
“He seems like a good guy,” I said.
“He is,” she said. “I really like him.”
“I can see that, T,” I said, finishing my coffee.
“It’s about damn time you made the right choice when it comes to men.
”She flipped her middle finger up and rolled her eyes.
I chuckled at her as my phone dinged in my pocket.
I pulled it out and looked down at the surprising message. Tierney noticed.
“Who is it?”
“Shae.”
“Oh,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips. “How’s all that going, by the way?”
“It’s not,” I told her. “You know why I had to leave. I wasn’t going to let her hang on and get herself killed for me.”
“Isn’t that kind of her choice, though?” she asked.
My phone dinged again and I looked down at the second message, my chest burning with need and nervousness.
“Go,” she said. “Go and grovel.”
I rose to my feet just as Tierney did. She hugged me tight and I left her house, jumping on my bike again.
I looked down at the messages again.
SHAE
I know you don’t deserve this but Happy Birthday, Demps.
SHAE
Come to the shop. We need to talk.
She remembered it was my birthday. That did all sorts of things to my dick that it really ought not to and yet, I couldn’t swipe the smile off my face. If she remembered something as trivial as a birthday, she must have still loved me.
And if she still loved me, I had a chance to get her back. I put my helmet on and rode down to the shop.
It was quiet today, no other club members were about and I knew why. They were in strategy mode which told me I really should be back at the clubhouse, but she needed me and I would be here for her to talk if she needed to. She’d not let me last night, and it had hurt more than I cared to admit.
I got off my bike, strode over to the door and headed inside.
Usually this place was a flurry of activity but not today.
Today, Shae was working on a car when I walked in.
Her overalls were slung over her hips, the arms of them tied around her waist, her white tank top was greasy and did nothing to hide her natural curves. I ached to touch her.
“Shae,” I said. She jumped a little and turned her eyes to me, that glimmer of longing there that I wanted to see.
“Hey,” she squeaked out before she cleared her throat. “Let me wash up and we can talk.”
I nodded, unable to find the words to speak anything else. She headed into the office and I leaned against the counter, waiting.
She came back out, her hands clean as she ushered me to a table and two chairs by the far wall. I let her lead the way, watching as her ass moved in those overalls. That ass I had my hands on last night after dreaming about doing just that for a year.
Focus, I internally screamed at myself.
Before I’d even sat down, she asked me, “Why are you really back?”
“Hitting me with the tough questions first, I see.”
“Well?”
I sighed, and rested my forearms on the table. “I didn’t want to run anymore.”
“Okay so you were running and you didn’t take me with you, but now you’re back all of a sudden, why?”
I hadn’t wanted her to know, because if she did, she would have tracked me down and helped me.
“There are people after me for breaking my vow to the Outlaws.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me because I’m a woman?”
I shot up, and that’s when I saw it. The hurt. The hurt I had created in her. Fuck.
“No, Shae, you know I don’t buy into that men are tough and women aren’t made for fuckin’ shit most bikers do. You know you’re tougher than me in any battle, any day of the week.”
“Then why?” she asked, her voice becoming tight, and her patience wearing thin.
“Because I didn’t want you to give up your life for me, to go on the road and never look back. I couldn’t ask that of you.”
“You said that last night but you never gave me a choice, did you? Why didn’t you trust that I had your back, Dempsey?”
I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want her to know just how much I adored her, how much I wanted her to be happy.
“Why?” she screamed at me.
“Because I love you, Shae, fuck!”
“That’s not love. Leaving behind the woman you supposedly love? If you loved me, you would show me every fucking day. You would have me by your side, taking on any shit you have because that’s what love is.”
She stood up and made a move to leave.
“Love is protecting those you care about,” I said as she pushed past me. “It’s about making sure they aren’t in danger, and that’s what I did. Did I do it the wrong way? Maybe, but there isn’t a soul that wouldn’t agree that what I did was right.”
“Prove it then.”
Her voice was weaker than before, almost like she was broken.
“What?”
I got up and wheeled around to see her looking at me, a single tear running down her cheek.
“Prove you love me.”
I closed the distance between us, pulling her against my body.
Her whimper broke me as I wiped the tear from her cheek with my thumb.
My lips moved to hers, my tongue flicking over her bottom lip, opening and claiming her mouth in a sweet kiss that turned carnal when I felt her hands come up to my shoulders.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and let me pull her up on the table, pushing her back so she was laying back.
I undid her overalls and pulled them down her legs, freeing her from the damn tough material.
Her panties were soaked, and I growled in appreciation over the fact that I could still elicit this reaction from just a damn kiss.
I hovered over her, kissing her hard before trailing my lips down her body, lifting her singlet up to bare her tummy before I bit the skin of her hip.
She squealed and moaned as I moved lower, my finger pulling her panties down her legs, freeing her glistening pussy.
I lowered my face, inhaling that sweet scent I had missed, and pushed her thighs apart.
I didn’t give her a chance to stop me before I plunged my tongue into her core.
She arched off the table, holding onto the sides of it so she didn’t fall while I tasted my princess, my warrior princess.
I devoured her with my mouth, taking as much of her as I could into me.
Her thighs squeezed the sides of my face, but I didn’t care.
I wanted her to know how much I fucking craved her.
Needed her.
Her fingers twined through my hair, pulling but I couldn’t stop. The pain of my hair being pulled from my scalp was excruciating, but I knew what she was doing. She wanted me to prove that I loved her, and I damn well would.
I moved my tongue up to her clit, circling the little bud with the tip of my tongue while I pushed two fingers into her warmth. Her gasping turned visceral as her back arched up, pushing her hips up and slamming my face into her wetness.
Fuck I loved it when she did this. It was almost as good as when she rode my face, suffocating me until her orgasm tipped her over the edge.
“Dempsey,” she screamed out, the table creaking under her thrashing.
I secured my free hand around her waist as I continued my tongue and fingers assault on her sweet pussy.
Her orgasm hit her hard and fast as I licked up every bit of her release before I pulled her off the table that I feared would break at any moment, and carried her limp body over to the bench.
Shoving the tools out of the way, I grabbed the belt from my jeans and tied it around her wrists, looping it over the metal pipe over the counter.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice still very breathless.
“Fucking my woman,” I said in her ear. I felt the goosebumps appear on her skin as I pulled her ass out more so I could swat at the flesh.
She gasped when she realised she couldn’t move away from the pipe.
The leather of my belt made a squeak as she tried to pull at it.
The slap on her ass reverberated in the workshop, a red handmark appearing moments later.
Mmmm, I did love to mark her.
She was moving her thighs together to get the friction she desperately needed. I pulled her legs apart, depriving her of that. “Uh uh,” I said in her ear. “I make you cum, Shae, only me.”
“Then fuck me,” she groaned. “Please.”
“I intend to, baby,” I told her. “This ain’t going to be gentle.
You want me to prove that I love you, I’m going to do it the only way I know how with you.
I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know who you are anymore, until rational thought ceases to exist. I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t be able to breathe. ”
Her groan turned guttural as I pulled my jeans down over my aching cock, and lined it up at her soaking core.
I slid into her in one thrust until I bottomed out.
Stilling for a moment so I didn’t blow immediately, I gripped her fleshy hips and pulled her ass up and down.
Shae let out a groan that was so deep that I thought she may actually be suffocating, until her panting started up again.
Her hips moved of their own volition as she met each of my thrusts with her own.
My hand moved up to her throat, squeezing lightly, which had her pussy clenching around my cock.
“Fuck, Shae, you do that again and this is going to be over real fucking quick.”
“Stop talking,” she screamed. I slammed into her as hard as I could, hearing her cries of pleasure echo around us.
It had always been intense between us, always a need to dominate, and in the bedroom, or when I was balls deep in her, was the only time she was dominated.
She let me be in charge, and I loved her for it.
I loved that she trusted me enough even after everything she’d been through, she trusted me to be in control.
I fucking hated myself for the decisions I’d made. She had been right to be mad at me. Pushing back the thoughts of bad decisions, I pounded into her, leaving my imprint. She was mine, and anyone who dared to take her would receive a death sentence from me.
She was worth fighting for my life for. Moving a hand around to her clit, I slid my finger over it lightly which sent her pussy into overdrive.
She screamed out as her pussy clenched down hard over my cock, sending my balls upward and my release to slam deep into her.
We lay that way for a moment, catching our breaths until I released the belt from the pipe and turned her to face me.
Her face was flush with pink, and her cheeks were wet with tears.
“Baby, I'm sorry,” I said, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips tenderly. “I made a really bad mistake. I will spend the rest of our lives making it up to you if you ever trust to take me back.”
“You’re going to have to keep fucking me like that for a few weeks before I start to forgive you, Dempsey.”
I smiled at her, clearing her hair from her face and kissing her again. “I like the sound of that.”
She kissed me back this time, wrapping her arms around my neck and keeping me close.
The shop door was still very much open, which meant anyone walking by or even working close by would have either heard or seen us, and yet I didn’t care.
Let them hear me take my woman, she was off the market, she was mine.
“I still need to work,” she said against my lips.
“I have to get to the clubhouse,” I told her, regretfully pulling myself from her. She moaned as I slid free, helping her to locate her panties and overalls before I pulled my jeans back up and pulled my belt through the loops. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”
She pulled me in for one of her world destroying kisses that had my brain turning into a potato as I let her tongue devour my soul. She pulled away first, a smirk playing on her lips, and damn did I love seeing it there.
“You’re not forgiven, Viking, but it’s a start.”
She dismissed me and I laughed as I headed to my bike. I fucking loved that woman, and I would make her see it.