Chapter 20 Royce #2
“Fucking mine. All mine.” He rasped in a choppy, hoarse voice.
My cheek was plastered to the desk; tears had gathered from how good he felt inside of me.
I was frantic in a way I hadn’t felt before.
I needed to rip my fingers through his clothes, tear his skin, brand him in the same way he’d branded me.
I needed him to keep moving and keep going even though I was fairly certain a pen was lodged into my hip.
“Harder, Ford. Fuck me harder.”
His fingers gripped my ass cheek, and he let out a grunt.
“Already milking my cock so fucking tight, baby, I—” But his movements became more untethered, as another rip sounded and then somehow his cock landed so deep inside me that it set off an earth-shattering orgasm.
My voice was shrill as I came undone with a scream.
His dirty praises increased as his movements quickened, and he slammed home, and then a roar came from him as he froze.
I wasn’t even aware of him pulling out, but I felt when he’d gently started cleaning me with tissue. “Do you need me to go find you anything?” He pressed a kiss to my forehead as he helped me up from the desk.
I shook my head. “I’m okay, thank you.”
“How bad did I rip them?” He winced, which was cute and made me smile.
I didn’t care about the tights, or the fact that I was at work.
I loved that he was here every night with me.
I’d moved from being worried about his presence and how it would impact my promotion to not caring.
Over the past two weeks, we’d fallen into a routine that I loved.
Every night, I was in his bed, just as he’d requested.
We were in a bit of a bubble, which had him removed from the club at night, and had me not going home.
I’d go see my family during the day, but by dinner, I was driving over to Ford’s.
Some nights I’d cook for him, other nights, we’d go out and find a spot to eat together or Ford would cook.
It was the happiest two weeks of my life.
I’d stopped worrying as much about Taryn, although she’d check in with me from time to time.
I was gloriously unaware of any drama that existed outside of my bubble, and that’s exactly how I wanted to keep it.
“Let me go to the bathroom and freshen up, and I’ll be right out,” I said before dipping into a crouch to pick up all the things that had fallen from Rodney’s desk. Ford immediately dropped down to help.
“There is some small pleasure this brought me,” Ford joked.
I smiled over at him. “Fucking me on Rodney’s desk?”
He nodded before picking up the stapler that had fallen, but a piece of paper immediately floated from the bottom as he lifted it.
Furrowing my brow, I reached forward, plucking it up. “What is this?”
Ford was over my shoulder, reading.
Topher McDaniels
563-222-9468
“Why the fuck does he have the phone number for the president of the Murdoch Devil Riders?”
My face swung his way. “You know about the Murdoch Devil Riders?”
His eyes narrowed. “Of course I do. How do you know about them?”
Oh shit. All I could think of was Nova. If I said how I knew, then she’d hate me, and it would eventually lead back to the fact that they were behind the video, or at least the ones hired for it.
I didn’t want to get her in trouble or throw her under the bus, not when she seemed to be happy with the guy she was dating.
“Just talk,” I said easily, then asked, “Could these be the bikers Rodney was meeting with that day you told me not to follow him?” I knew what Connor had told me, but I didn’t want to let on that I’d been keeping things from him.
Ford’s thick brows curved as confusion tugged his mouth down. “No, those were Soul Reapers.”
Why had Connor said they were the Murdoch Devil Riders then? Something wasn’t adding up.
“Could they be working together?”
Ford took the paper and then stood, stuffing it into his pocket. I rose as well, watching him wearily.
Before he could respond to me, he pulled his phone out and placed it next to his ear.
“I need you to come down to the Hollow. Kody and Rev need to go through every single item in Rodney’s office. Check everything. Sweep for bugs too.”
Once he hung up, he slid the phone into his pocket. I was tempted to pull out mine and call my dad, so I could ask why Ford was the person who just made that order. I waited as a band seemed to wrap around my chest. Why wasn’t he telling me?
I refused to guess it, to make it easier on him.
If we were going to be in a relationship, he had to do this.
We had to be able to trust one another, and this was so far beyond club bullshit that the men liked to keep secret.
This was about who Ford has been to me my entire life, and who he’d become over this past month.
He said he loved me, which meant he’d include me.
“Come on, Rose, I want you out of here.” He gently touched my hip and guided me out of the room. My chest flushed pink as irritation scratched and reminded me how close I was to losing him. Worse, reminded me how I might not have ever even had him in the first place.
Ford waited for me to finish work. He’d resumed his spot near the wall, but kept his phone in his hand, except for when his guys arrived.
When they came in, he’d disappeared back into the office.
I didn’t follow or ask about the note we’d found.
I knew it was no longer my business according to Stone Rider law.
However, I had my own secret with Taryn and Nova, and I felt a sense of pride over owning that.
Not to mention, Connor had shared a piece of information that didn’t line up with the information Ford had and I wasn’t sure what to do with that.
While I was annoyed with Ford, I still straddled the back of his bike and hugged his chest on the way home.
Except we didn’t go home. We rode to the clubhouse, and while my stomach flipped at the implication of what this might mean, I decided not to be bothered by it.
If anything, I could walk over to my house, or steal Ford’s bike.
The club was packed with people. Music played, beers were sipped, and a few women milled about. I didn’t think Jasmine would be in because while I didn’t like her, I knew she wasn’t the type to be toyed with.
Ford held my hand as we walked in through the throng of members.
He was careful to keep me close, especially as a few men eyed me with hooded gazes.
It made me curious when Ford planned on giving me his property patch.
It would be nice to walk around the club without worrying that I would be harassed or groped by anyone.
Things were different because it wasn’t just my father who would kill a member if they touched me: It was also Ford.
“Need you to stay here, baby.” He set me on a stool near the bar and then slid his leather cut off his shoulders and placed it around mine.
I quirked a brow at him. “Thought I was getting my own.”
His smile was tight as he pulled my hair from under the leather. “It’s coming, I promise.”
I opened my mouth, about to challenge him on why he was waiting when I knew it didn’t take that long to make them, considering my mother was the one who ordered new cuts and property patches. But Jameson suddenly burst in through the back door, yelling.
“Just fucking stop!”
“Dad, please, you’re not even giving me a chance to explain!” Nova ran in behind him. My little sister was right behind her, with her chin lifted and her fists clenched at her sides. Connor walked in after her, looking exhausted and annoyed.
Ford placed his hand on my thigh before checking the room.
“You have to explain this to me, Nova, because you’re not making any sense,” Jameson argued. Ford took the opportunity to get up on a random table and yell at all the members.
“Give us the room, go outside. Just get the fuck out.”
They started moving, but a few stayed behind as if they didn’t care that it was Ford who was asking.
It made me rethink what I had assumed about him being the president because no one would dare defy his order if he was.
My dad suddenly threw open the office doors and walked out, yelling at the stragglers.
“The fuck are you waiting for? Get out!”
The members scrambled up off their chairs and ran outside.
The vast room emptied, save for Jameson in the center with his two kids and my sister.
My dad glanced at where I sat with Ford’s leather cut on and stopped short.
We hadn’t talked much since I entered my bubble with Ford.
I had a feeling he was aware of when Ford stayed over at our house that night during lockdown, but he’d never said anything about it.
Although the following morning, he was cranky as hell.
Ford had walked downstairs with me, stared my father right in the eye as he kissed me goodbye and left through the front door.
“You aren’t even giving me a chance to explain—” Nova screamed, bringing my mind back to the moment.
Jameson shoved his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. “Nova, you fucking know better than to date someone from a rival club.”
“It’s not that simple, Dad!”
“Which club?” Ford suddenly interjected.
Jameson turned toward him. “Murdoch Devil Riders.”
Ford’s head swung back to me, but so did Nova and Taryn’s.
It was Nova’s shaky voice that asked, “What did you tell them, Royce?”
“Nothing,” I snapped. I felt Taryn’s gaze hard on Nova.
“Nov, you already know why Royce wouldn’t say anything.”
Ford glanced between the three of us while Connor rubbed his brow. I didn’t know why he was even here. “Tell me what the fuck is going on. Now.”
He directed the question to Jameson, but Nova was the one who nervously replied.
“I started dating a member of the Murdoch Devil Riders.”