by E. C. Land
“Now, tell me the truth, Doll, why did you stop?” he asks as he gently strokes my sides.
“I stopped taking pictures the day before I left for college,” I whisper. I don’t want to go into this with him.
“That doesn’t tell me why,” Stoney states.
“Can’t you accept the fact I just stopped,” I argue.
“No, I can’t, baby. Those pictures in that one album are fuckin’ awesome. You’re talented and deserve to be doing something you love,” he counters.
“Just leave it, okay.” Tears prick at my eyes. Stop, there’s no reason to cry. It was a long time ago.
“Rachel, I’m goin’ to give you five seconds to answer me. Otherwise, I’m bending you over my knee and spankin' your ass till you tell me,” Stoney mutters.
“One . . . two . . .” He can’t be serious. “Three . . .” Nope, he’s serious alright. The determined look in his eyes says it all. “Four . . . fi—”
“I stopped because of you, because of my mom, and because of the man she was dating,” I scream. Shit, I hope I didn’t wake Luca and Corinne up.
“You need to explain that answer,” he demands, gripping my hips tighter.
I turn my head so Stoney doesn’t see me flinch at the harsh tone in his voice. “The last time I used my camera was at the cookout right before I left for school. I’d taken so many pictures, some I wish I didn’t capture. Most of those I threw out immediately, others I kept. That night I got home, my mom lit into me, calling me a biker whore and a good for nothing bitch. Then she snatched the camera from my hands and tossed me toward Neil, her boyfriend at the time.”
I have to stop to shake my head, trying to get the images out of my head. “Neil, he . . . he, umm, groped me right in front of my mom while she used my camera to take pictures of it, yelling I was getting just what I deserved. Neither of them listened to me as I screamed in pain. When they’d had enough, Mom told Neil to put me in my room. The next morning, my mom gave me the camera back with a smirk on her face and told me to enjoy college,” I say.
“Later when I was finished unpacking, I decided to load all the images from the cookout at the club onto my computer. When I did, I found the ones my mom took and they made me sick to my stomach. The horror on my face, the smirk on Neil’s. I deleted those, wanting to get them out of my sight. But as I scrolled through the hundreds of pictures I’d taken at the clubhouse, I found a picture I’d taken of you and a clubwhore. I didn’t even realize I’d taken the picture when I’d walked in on you,” I say in admission.
“Doll,” he whispers, cupping the side of my face to get me to look at him. When I meet his gaze, he leans in and presses his lips to mine before pulling back. “I’ll kill them for what they did to you.”
23
Stoney
“I’ll kill them for what they did to you.” Fury threatens to take over as Rachel finishes her explanation. Although she didn’t tell me the rest of it, I don’t need her to. I can put two and two together.
The trauma of having her own mother take pictures with her camera then to see she’d gotten a picture of me fuckin’ a clubwhore, no wonder she wouldn’t want to use that camera again.
“What did you do with your camera?”
“I tossed it in a dumpster,” she murmurs.
Nodding my head, I haul her further into my arms. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, and I swear after this we won’t talk about it ever again. I want to know why the picture of me with that bitch hurt you so much,” I urge as I run my hands along her spine.
“Because I was in love with you,” she whispers so quietly I barely hear her.
“Say that again, Doll,” I demand.
Her cheeks turn a beautiful pink color as she blushes. “I was in love with you,” she says a little louder.
“And are you still in love with me,” I ask while grinning.
Closing her eyes, Rachel nods her head in response, giving me my answer without the words. But that’s not good enough. I want to hear the words come out of her mouth. I won’t push her right now, not after letting that shit out.
I’ll seek vengeance for her, but first I need to find this Neil fucker. He’ll go before Rachel’s bitch of a mother goes. I don’t make it a habit of killing women, but the way I see it, you hurt someone innocent, abuse them in any way, you’re neither a man nor a woman— you’re a fuckin’ monster who needs to be eliminated.
“Then let me tell you something. And I want you to listen very closely,” I say as I flip us on the couch until she’s underneath me. “I’ve been with plenty of women in my life. All of them just threw themselves at me. I didn’t have to work for a damn thing.” Rachel tenses at what I’m saying. “When it comes to you, I don’t need to go anywhere else. You consume my thoughts no matter what I’m doing. Even when I’m dealing with some serious shit going on at the club, you're still there in the back of my mind.”
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her lips. “Now, as for the part where you saw me fuckin’ some random bitch, don’t think she or any of the others meant a damn thing to me,” I murmur.
“None of them?” she asks.
“Baby, none of them were you, if you catch my meaning,” I say before taking her mouth and thrusting my tongue into hers. Using my hands, I hold her hips in place as I grind my cock against her clothing-covered pussy.
Fuck, I want inside her right now.
Not yet. Still need to settle shit.
Reluctantly, I pull away, leaving us both breathless for more.
“Did you wish that random pussy I was with that day had been you?” I ask. My need to know all about her crush consumes me. I want to know all her fantasies, to be able to make them real if possible.
“Yes,” she says shyly.
“What was I doing with this woman?”
“Umm . . . you had her in the bathroom against the wall. She stared right at me as you fucked her with a smirk on her face,” Rachel says, a hint of hurt in her voice.
“What do you mean?” Furrowing my brow, I lean back some.
“Why don’t I just show you?” she suggests quietly as she pushes away from me and scoots out from under my body.
Before I can say anything, Rachel is moving toward the bedroom. I’m definitely not going in that room right now. This shit doesn’t go anywhere near there. That room is meant only for her and I. I won’t let anything get between us.
My Pops told me a long fuckin’ time ago, well before Marie and I had Horse, “To make a marriage work, don’t let anything enter the bedroom that doesn’t belong there. You fight, you do it and work through it. Don’t go to bed without resolving the problem.”
He’d been a smart man. It sucked when he and my momma died shortly after Horse had been born. I’d been gutted. If not for my uncle Croc, who’d been the President before me, I don’t know what I’d have done. Croc could be an ass, but he was a damn good President for this club. I learned everything I know from him. When he was killed, I’d been devastated. I didn’t want to be Prez, but that’s what my brothers wanted.
Even with Tracker and Blaze being a couple years younger than me, no one objected when I’d put them up for vote to be the VP and SAA of the club.
“Here.” Rachel’s voice draws me from my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I grab the photo she’s holding out to me.
“Sit, Doll,” I say without looking at the picture. I’m not going to have her standing there looking vulnerable as fuck while I sit here looking at a photo of something I don’t even remember.
Once she’s seated, I hold the photo up. Damn, if it wasn’t for the fact this picture hurts Rachel, I’d compliment her on how she caught the sensual act. That is until I glance at the face of the bitch I’m fuckin’ in the picture.
Fuck, if it’s not Jazz, that stupid bitch who was insane enough to cause problems with Horse and their club. The way she’s smirking in this picture, damn . . . no wonder Rachel feels hurt. This along with the taunting Cherry Pie has done . . .
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“Why did you keep this picture?” I ask, holding it up.
“To remind me I’d never be good enough for you,” she whispers as she looks at her hands clasped together in her lap.
Fuck.
“Look at me, Doll,” I demand.
When she lifts her gaze to mine, I hold the picture up in my hand. “This . . . doesn’t mean you're not good enough for me. More like the other way around. I sure as hell don’t deserve a woman who is beautiful, smart, and talented. But guess what, I’m not letting you go,” I say as I rip the photo in two and let it fall.
Standing up, I lean forward to scoop Rachel into my arms. As I walk around the sectional, I make a plan on showing Rachel exactly what she means to me. She’ll need more than words.
24
Rachel
As Stoney lays me across the bed, I become nervous. I don’t know what to expect and with the way Stoney stands in front of me and removes his shirt I don’t know what to think.
With only his jeans on, Stoney climbs up next to me. The entire time he comes closer, his gaze stays locked with mine.
Settling next to me, he braces himself up on one hand as he uses his other to trail his fingers along my stomach. “Do you know what you do to me every time I see you?”
I shake my head to tell him no.
“I’ll tell you. My hands can’t stop from wanting to touch you. My cock stiffens at the mere sight of you. Rachel, you’re all I notice. You say we barely know each other, but that’s okay because I intend to spend the rest of my life getting to know you. Our bodies, however, know each other quite well,” he murmurs as his fingers trail even higher up under my shirt.
I want to tell him how he’s the only one my body has ever reacted to in such a way. With Lucien, I never felt anything close to what I feel in Stoney’s arms.
Stoney grips the bottom of my shirt and draws it up over my head, baring my upper body. Conveniently, I was still in his shirt and shorts without anything underneath. Leaning forward, he presses his lips against mine, using his tongue to encourage me to open my mouth and grant him access. His hands continue their feather-light touch along my chest, never once coming close to my nipples.
Stoney’s kisses seem to match the slow and sensual way his hand roams my body. If he doesn’t do anything soon, I think I might combust from my heated need for more.
I moan into his mouth as his fingers grow closer to my nipples. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I roll us until I’m laying across his chest and, leaving his mouth, I trail kisses down his chest. His groans encourage me as I lick each one of his nipples. Sliding further down his body, I stop when my feet get to the edge of the bed.
Using both hands, I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. He lifts up off the bed as I remove his jeans from his hips altogether.
“I think you should lose the shorts, Doll,” Stoney says. Glancing up at him, I find him staring at me with longing.
Nodding, I quickly remove my shorts as I hold his stare.
Leaning over his thighs, I grab hold of his dick and stroke him with one hand while I lower my mouth to take him in. With him being so big, I can’t take him all the way, but I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can.
“Fuck, baby, your mouth on my cock feels damn good,” Stoney groans.
Pulling back, I play with the tip as I use one hand to slowly stroke him and the other to massage his balls.
“Don’t play, Doll, suck my cock,” he says firmly as he leans up and grabs a handful of hair. Moaning around his dick, I do as he says.
After a while, Stoney pulls my mouth off his dick and lifts me up so that I’m straddling him. His dick presses against my core. Slowly, I sink all the way down his length.
“Ride me,” Stoney commands when I don’t move right away.
“What if I just wanted to sit here and feel you seated inside me?” I ask jokingly.
“Then I’d tell you to go for it any other time. In fact, when we’re done, I’ll gladly stay inside you while we sleep,” he says, flexing his hands on my hips.
“Hmm, I like that idea,” I moan, rotating my hips.
“So do I, Doll. Now, fuckin’ ride me or I’m gonna flip you and take over. I only have so much restraint,” he growls.
His words send a shiver down my spine and I know he feels it as my pussy clenches his dick.
“Fuckin’ hell, Rachel,” he groans before flipping us and starting a slow pace as he thrusts inside me. “You are so damn beautiful.”
Leaning forward, Stoney captures my mouth in a sensual kiss before peppering my skin with lavishing touches of his lips. The orgasm building inside me grows closer with each touch and stroke.
“I want you to come all over my dick with my name on your lips,” Stoney groans as he quickens his pace and thrusts inside me harder.
“Scott,” I moan as I feel my orgasm.
Moving a hand between the two of us, Stoney massages my clit and that’s my undoing. I bite my lip to keep from screaming too loud.
Stoney continues to thrust into me several more times before he stills, groaning my own name. After a moment or two, maybe longer, I’m not sure, Stoney rolls us so that I’m back on top of him. I collapse onto his chest, feeling boneless.
“That was fuckin’ amazing,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“You got that right,” I say, turning to place a kiss to his chest.
We lay with each other for long moments without speaking another word. Lifting my head from his chest, I glance down at him. His eyes are such a beautiful color when he’s relaxed and smiling.
“Doll, I don’t want you to ever worry about not being good enough for me. Because, Rachel, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he says as he slowly begins to thrust inside me again.
“How do you know?” I murmur.
“When I see something I want, I go for it. I don’t hold back. I knew you were mine from the moment I opened the door to that truck and found you unconscious. It just took my head a little bit to catch up with what I knew in my gut and heart,” Stoney declares as he sits up with me in his arms. Maneuvering my legs, I wrap them around his waist and I kiss him as I grind down on him.
I don’t think anything could feel as good as this right here.
25
Stoney
After spending a few days at home helping Rachel get the twins sorted, only answering my phone if I had to, I’d sent a mass text to all my brothers informing them we’d have church first thing this morning.
My mind still replays not just what Raynor said but what Rachel told me as well. Each time, I want to throw my fist into a wall. I’m sure Tracker’s dad, Hogg, hadn’t known any of this. Then again, the more I think about the timeline of when everything happened, something doesn’t add up. Not in the least.
I know without a doubt Rachel would want to know what I’d found out from Raynor. She has a right to know what that cunt of a mother did to her. Except I don’t intend to tell her a thing about what happened. It would just cause her to shut down and that’s not fuckin’ happening. Not when she started coming out of her shell some during our time alone.
As I get ready to head to the clubhouse, I help Rachel load Luca and Corinne into my truck. If I didn’t need my bike for later this afternoon, I’d drive them there myself. I’ve got nothing to worry about though since she’ll be in front of me.
“Park in front of the clubhouse. On the opposite side as the bikes,” I order as I pull her into my arms.
“Okay,” she murmurs and wraps her arms around my neck.
Leaning down, I press my lips against hers and gain immediate entrance as I swipe my tongue along the crevice of her lips. Damnit, my dick is hard just thinking about all the things I’ve done with her and all the surfaces we’ve done them on, my favorite being having her for breakfast then sinking into her on the kitchen table.
Breaking the kiss, I help Rachel into the truck and close the door, securing her inside. As
she begins to back the truck out of the driveway, I straddle my bike and bring her to life. In the timeframe it takes to get to the clubhouse, my mind begins to prepare for everything we need to discuss in church, from what exactly the Lucifer’s Heretics are involved in to getting Nerd on finding this Neil character and seeing where the fuck Rachel’s mom is. Those are only a small portion of the items needing to be discussed. We have our own shit to deal with after that, such as the cult still out there, taking girls and doing God knows what.
As Prez, my job is never done, and I’m not ever goin’ to complain about it. I love what I do and being there for all my brothers, their families, and I’ll do everything I can for them.
As the clubhouse comes into view, I notice the truck swerving somewhat. When we get to the clubhouse, instead of pulling into the parking spot I’d told her to park in, she ends up nicking the back of Tracker’s bike before stopping.
What the fuck?
Stopping, I drop the kickstand and hop off my bike, running to the driver’s side of the truck and pulling the door open. Rachel is sweating and her entire body is shaking.
“Doll, what the hell?” I ask as I unclip the seatbelt from around her and pull her into my arms.
“I’m sorry,” she slurs, but if I didn’t know what she was trying to say, I’d ask her again.
I don’t get why she’s acting drunk when I know for a fact she hasn’t had anything to drink. One, it’s too damn early, and two, she wouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you inside so I can get the twins,” I say as I turn to walk inside. Seeing Neo and Cane sitting at one of the tables, I order them to get Luca and Corinne out of the truck while I yell out Tracker’s name.
“Prez, no need to be roaring the fuckin’ place down,” Tracker says, coming out of the kitchen. He stops when he notices Rachel shaking in my arms. “Fuck happened to Rach?” he demands as he rushes over.
