Disorderly

by Grace, Hazel

  “The fucking country?” Lev barks, crossing his arms against his chest. “That bitch is too good for that.”

  “She’s from the fucking country,” I retort. “Maybe send her a message as Victoria and decoy her out.”

  “For what?”

  “Beast, did you find her son?”

  Beast tugs his earlobe. “No man, not yet. I’m wondering if maybe she gave up another baby for adoption?”

  “It’s possible. What if we say she’s having problems at the club? Does Lydia own it or some shit?”

  “I’ll add it on my list of shit to do.”

  The blades of grass itch my skin while Wyatt and I sit in the middle of a field, watching the sunset go down. It’s, dare I say it, romantic and quiet, and I know this is new to him, the whole dating thing. His text messages sounded nervous and restless until I replied yes, which made me wonder what was wrong.

  Wyatt stared at the sky, twisting a piece of grass between his fingertips, looking as though he was a million miles away in his head. I didn’t want to budge, nor did I want to ask, in fear that it’d ruin the night. I could tell from the moment that he picked me up in his Chevelle that he was off. He kissed my forehead, didn’t eye fuck me like he normally did (which I was a little upset about because I went through twelve outfits just to decide on this one) and escorted me into the car. I decided that if he wanted to tell me he would, so I left it at that.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks me, still considering the sunset.

  I shift in the grass. “I could ask you the same thing.” I see his cheek rise in a smirk.

  “I’m thinking about you,” he admits.

  I scoff softly. “Lies.”

  Wyatt peers over his shoulder at me. “Why do you think that?” I inhale a small breath, knowing I’m about to sound like a whiny bitch, so I try to think of something else to say.

  “No reason to,” I retort, crossing my legs.

  Wyatt shifts his weight on his hip to face me, placing his hand on my knee. “The hell does that even mean?”

  “Means I don’t need to have a hundred and ten percent of your attention at all times.”

  He pushes his lips out. “Hmmm…what happens if I tell you that you got it anyways.”

  I smile because I can’t help it, and he’s fucking cute as hell. “Then I’ll take it.”

  “Good,” he replies with a smirk. “Because you’re going to be taking a lot of what I’m going to be giving you from now on.” He starts to travel faintly up my thigh with his fingers, which starts to tickle. I giggle, and he continues, which sends me into a small fit of laughter. Wyatt jumps up on his knees and fully attacks me with his hands all over my body. Trapping me between his legs and puts some of his weight on my stomach, he doesn’t stop until I call truce.

  Looking up at him, I narrow my eyes. “Cheater.”

  “Only to get what I want, baby.”

  “And what’s that? To fuck whenever you want?”

  Wyatt rolls his eyes. “I do more than fuck, woman.”

  I look to my left then right. “Really, because from the looks of it, that’s all you want to—” He starts to tickle me again, attempting to get under my arms and sides, as I squirm underneath him. The cool grass brushes my face as I try to get him to stop with my hands, trying to grasp his wrists. After a few agonizing minutes, which were only probably seconds, Wyatt settles down. Slowly, he lowers his body on top of mine and locks eyes with mine.

  “I want more than fucking,” he confesses softly. “I think I want your soul.” His lips touch mine gently then he pulls away. I’m dizzy by his words, both in a frightening and passive way. My heart and mind are tugging in two different directions, but happiness wins over my worry.

  “Say something,” he urges. “You creep me out when you’re quiet.”

  “That’s pretty deep,” I blab.

  He chuckles. “And that was lame.”

  I cup his face with my hands and lean up to kiss him. It’s the only thing I know to do right now. To show him in actions that I care for him immensely, that it shocks me to my core that I could allow myself to have a deep connection with someone.

  His lips slowly mesh with him, a simple yet exhilarating feeling. I can feel his body float over mine as we both revel in each other. I want to say something back, but I don’t know what to voice. I’m even petrified to say it in my head that I could care so deeply for someone. Someone that won’t take advantage of me, who will try to break and hurt me.

  “I care about you,” I profess, hoping that for now, it’ll be enough. Our foreheads touch, breath mingled together, and I wait for him to get upset or angry about it.

  “I’m glad to hear it baby,” he replies, nustling closer to me. “Now, I think we need to lay down some ground rules?”

  “Ground rules?” I repeat.

  “Yeah, ground rules.” He gives me a light peck. “I’m not sharing you with anyone else.”

  “Okay…” I say.

  “Dump Noah.” I laugh softly at the notion that poor Noah was always a pawn in Wyatt’s head as competition when we’ve never dated. “What’s funny?”

  “Noah and I never became anything,” I own up. “He’s just a friend, nothing more.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Then I need to meet him to make it perfectly clear,” Wyatt voices.

  I brush his cheek. “Yes, caveman.”

  “I find out something different, I’m going to beat his ass and fuck the living shit out of you.”

  “Promise?”

  Wyatt smirks. “Yeah, I promise.”

  “So, I assume these rules apply to you as well?”

  “I haven’t dated anyone,” Wyatt retorts.

  “No, you just fucked them all.”

  Wyatt pulls back to get a better look at me. “How many women do you think I’ve been with?”

  “Like the whole race groupie whore population.”

  Wyatt tsks. “Race groupie whore population.”

  “Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  “I see one of these hoes come for you, I’m going to come for them.”

  Wyatt leans in and nestles my neck. “Yes, my little assassin.” He kisses my neck and comes back up. “C’mon, I’ll let you drive the Chevelle.” He pushes himself up and stands over me, holding out his hand to pull me up.

  “Really?” I ask.

  “Yeah. You’ll like it.”

  I glance over my shoulder toward the car parked along the side of the empty country road. “I don’t know. That car seems to be special to you.”

  “It is,” he replies. I turn and focus on him, about to tell him maybe another time before he speaks again. “My sister and I used to drive around together in that car. She helped me restore it.”

  “Oh. Is she out of town or….”

  Wyatt’s face is emotionless. “She’s dead.” My hand shoots for his, and I don’t know if in this moment he wants to be touched, but I can’t help it. He doesn’t pull away but squeezes my hand.

  “I’m sorry,” I rasp. The tattoo on his arm of the Phoenix, I knew it meant something. I just wish it didn’t hit so close to home for him.

  Wyatt nods. “Come on, baby.” He ushers me to his car, opening the door for me and lets me plop into the driver’s seat. When he’s all settled in, I start the car, feeling the rumble of the engine under my palm. The adrenaline starting to pump through my veins. I can see why this would be addicting, why Dad found it addicting.

  “How does it feel?” Wyatt asks beside me, reaching over and placing his hand on my leg.

  I smile. “It feels liberating.”

  “How’s it going man?” Beast hollers in my garage.

  Wrenching in a nut, I don’t look over at him. “Good, busy day.” Beast appears on the side of the truck I’m working on and leans against it.

  “So, I wanted to get this out to you first before Lev,” he begins, already peaking my curiosity. “I got a request f
rom your prison records this morning.” Peering up at him, we both know what this means. It means the Queen is making her move, making sure Lev is possibly unprotected.

  “Did you make up the fake papers?”

  “Yeah, drug charges.”

  I squeeze my wrench. “Think she’ll buy it?”

  Beast shrugs. “One way to find out, either way she will be making a move whether she knows you’re here or not.”

  “I should probably stop racing for a while, get Lev in more. In case she starts snooping around.”

  I straighten, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my forearm. “Lev is going to want to make a move.”

  “He has every right to.”

  I nod. “Yeah, I know he does. Just don’t want him taking a knife to the gun show is all.”

  “You guys have us,” Beast replies. “It’ll work out. Also, Flynn found some evidence on that Victoria chick, broke into her house.”

  “Please tell me he didn’t bust a window or some dumb shit to get her to—”

  Beast shakes his head. “No, man. Found a contract with Victoria and Lydia’s name on it. They are moving some short of shipment of lace to California.”

  I raise a brow. “So, they are linked in together.”

  “In black and white.”

  I clench my teeth together to keep from throwing my tool across the garage. “Grab the bitch.”

  “When?”

  “As soon as humanly possible. I’ve had this fucked-up feeling on why she was so close. She’s fucking watching us.”

  ___

  Rora is cuddled under my arm as we sit in her living room watching some stupid ass show about a black list. I don’t give a shit what she wants to watch as long as she’s close. After today, I just needed some peace, and she provides it to me every time. Her weight on my side provides me comfort, her giggles calm me when I drift my fingers down her ribs, it’s everything.

  Lev lost his shit when Beast told him the entirety of what he found. He wants to go guns blazing to swoop up Victoria and bring the Queen to her knees. Things is, I don’t think she’d go down that easily. Something ruthless and cold-blooded dripped through that woman’s DNA, and she was fucked up. The main goal for me was why. Why did she kill my sister? Why did she take an innocent life? Why was she after us?

  “Hamburger meat is burning!” Rora yelps, jumping off the couch and sprinting for the kitchen. She insisted on making me dinner, wanting to stay in together instead of go out, and I was more than happy to oblige when her bedroom and couch were easy access.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I tell her. “I ate worse in—” The word prison almost slips from my lips but thank fuck I caught it. I’m not ready to tell her, for her to demand answers to her questions. How in the fuck do you tell a woman that you’re into that you killed your fucking dad as a kid? As much as I want to believe, after all the shit she’s gone through, that she’d understand, a large cloud of doubt hovers over me.

  “I don’t want it to be ruined,” she voices, sounding concerned. I smirk, loving the fact that she cares enough about a meal for me.

  “If it burns then I’ll just eat you for dinner,” I cajole.

  Rora chuckles. “Shut up.”

  I stand from the couch and make my way to the kitchen. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea actually.”

  Rora raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you dare come over here.”

  “Why not?”

  She points a finger at me. “Because I know how you are.”

  “And how’s that?” I ask innocently, cocking my head to the side and rounding the corner of her kitchen island. Rora moves away from the sink and backs away.

  “You’ll use your sauve attitude on me and have your way with me.”

  “Is that fancy for sexy?” I inch around the other corner. She is on the other side of it, keeping her distance, confirming what I want. That I have the same effect on her that she does me.

  And it’s fucking dangerous.

  “Something like that, Mr. Swag.”

  “I just wanted to help,” I lie, still going in circles around this stupid island.

  “Uh huh.” That’s when I dash around the island, gaining some distance on her. Rora squeals and runs, making the mistake to go into the living room. She turns around in front of the couch, but I don’t stop the momentum I have and jump over it, latching on to her arms and stumbling in the process.

  “Hey baby,” I greet her, pulling her into my arms. It’s little moments like this that I could live with, the small ones.

  Rora half struggles and laughs. “Ugh, hi, caveman.” I kiss her softly, wrapping my arms around her small waist. “You’re burning dinner now.”

  “As much as I love that you’re cooking for me, I’m really interested in you right now.” My hands slide toward the center of her back and down her perfectly shaped ass that I’ve had a mild obsession with.

  Rora gazes at me with those sexy blue eyes, and my cock hardens in response. “Yeah?”

  I nod. “Yeah, baby. So, fucking interested.” Rora’s lips meet mine, and I get completely lost in them. Her vibe sucks me in and cradles me, something I’m not used to. My whole life I’ve been chewed up, spit out, and trampled on emotionally. So much so that I’m surprised how Rora makes me feel. It’s something that hit me full force, something I’ve been trying to fight for the both of us. Because this attraction can possibly get us both killed.

  Her arms lace around my neck, and I lift her in the air, wanting to just forget the whole lot of stress and anger that I’ve been feeling over the last year that Isla’s been gone. And Rora was the last thing I expected to come my way.

  “Right here,” Rora mumbles along my lips. “I want you right here.” Lying her on the couch, I nestle myself between her thighs as I soak in more of her taste, her lips and her, in general.

  She reaches for the button of my jeans, unfastening them, then working on hers. We undress quickly, silently telling each other that we want each other and fast. I need the distraction, something to make me forget that I’m about to go knee deep into uncharted shit, and I don’t know when I’d be able to see Rora again. I shouldn’t even be here, not knowing if someone was tracking me, if the fake prison documents would work, if someone knew Rora and I were linked. The last idea sent me in more a panic than the first two.

  “What’s wrong?” Rora asks me, placing the palms of her hands on my cheeks. I lean into one of them, pressing a kiss to her right palm.

  “Nothing,” I lie, realizing that I’m shaking. “Low blood pressure.”

  Rora leans up on her elbows. “Let me get you something to eat.”

  “I want to eat you,” I counter, slanting down to place my lips to hers again.

  “After you eat,” she retorts, placing a hand on my chest.

  I roll my eyes. “I’m fine.”

  “Sure you are, caveman. You only just suffocated me to death with your lips while shaking like a leaf on a tree.”

  “Like I said, low blood sugar,” I retort.

  “And another reason. You’re getting cranky as shit.”

  I let out a heavy sigh. “Can’t I just fuck my girl in peace without a medical analysis?” Rora bites her lower lip, torturing me with her naked body underneath me. “You’ll make me feel better,” I add. Thankfully, Rora soothes her mouth along mine and confirms that she is perfect for me.

  No questions, no answers, no fights. All three I don’t need.

  Holding my cock to her wet entrance, I slide into her, reveling in her moans. “Feel good?”

  She nods, arching up into me. “God, yes.”

  “Tell me what you want, baby. Tonight is about you.”

  Because God knows when I’m going to be able to do this again

  Her eyes are glazed over as they meet mine. “I want your soul.” I smile at the remembrance of my exact words to her the other day on our first date. Inching in deeper, her pussy clenches around my cock, and I groan.

  “My soul,
huh?” She nods again. “I think you’ve had it since that day in the stairwell when you fucking attacked me.”

  She giggles. “Good. Now fuck me like I’m yours.”

  I incline my head into her neck, placing soft kisses along her skin. “You’ve been mine since before you met me.”

  And I mean it. Every single fucking word. It’s as though she was made for me, and I don’t want to give it up. But for now, I had to go. Isla’s murder needed to be resolved for good so that Lev and I could go on with our lives. We’ve been trampled on and outcasted since we were kids, so having our sister taken from us for no reason burned through us. And revenge was a bitter pill. One that I had to swallow to give us some part of our lives back. And Rora had no place there.

  “I think I’m in love with you,” Rora blurts between kisses. My heart does this funny thing, it flips, cracks, and races all at the same time then fills up with guilt and apprehension. I don’t deserve anything from her, but I take it anyways.

  Because I’m a greedy and selfish fuck.

  And since I’m that way, I drive myself deeper into her. I can’t answer her. Not because I don’t want to.

  It’s because I don’t want to fill her heart up with words when I’m about to leave.

  I trip over Paige’s coffee table in mid-sleep, forgetting that I was here. We're supposed to meet up to go out for drinks after her dinner date with John and, by the looks of it, she came home, saw me passed out, and went to bed. The lights are now off in her living room when they were on earlier and the TV is off. I groan, feeling bad that my old ass can’t stay up past eleven o’clock anymore.

  Searching around the coffee table for my phone, I click it on to guide myself to the bathroom. A text message notification catches my eye, and through blurred vision, I open it, trying to focus on the letters.

  Wyatt: I love you too, baby.

  I smile.

  Hard.

  Seeing the words and knowing that a day after seeing him he’s been thinking about it makes me giddy. I felt like an idiot for revealing it, during sex, but I wanted to. I was seeking openness and being honest was something that came along with it. And that’s how I feel right now. That I am falling head over heels for Wyatt.