I reached for Samantha now, grabbing her shoulder while the pain in my thigh started to get worse.
“Patch!” she screamed my name again and before I could react, I realized some other guy had now thrown himself on my back. I knocked him out with a swift elbow move and made a grab for Samantha’s hand.
“Let’s go!”
“What about the others?” she asked.
“Get her the fuck out of here!” Grimm shouted at us in that moment over all the other sounds.
I looked into Samantha’s eyes and she licked her lips nervously.
“Lynch’s dead. He’s dead!” she exclaimed. I could see she was in complete shock. My body would be going into shock pretty soon now too if I didn’t get this wound taken care of quickly.
I tugged her in the direction of the shadows where we could escape away to where the cars and bikes were parked. The battle continued on behind us, but it was beginning to die down.
I knew my club had suffered severe casualties and injuries tonight, but nothing like the Sons of Satan. Their President was dead. It was over. We’d fought them back and it was going to take them a long time to recover from this before they could come after us again. And the next time, we’d be prepared and stronger to handle them.
But more importantly, Samantha was safe.
26
Samantha
The first order of business once we got out of that place alive was to get Patch to the doctor who looked after all the wounds and injuries that members of the Black Cobras were subjected to.
In his car, Patch couldn’t drive because his left leg was bleeding out. So even though my hands were shaking, and it felt like I couldn’t focus, I had no other choice but to drive the car to the address that he recited to me.
I’d stretched him out in the backseat of the car, and I could hear him groaning while I drove. Everything seemed like a jumble in my head then. Nothing made sense to me anymore. Lynch was dead. He was gone. Patch was hurt. And I somehow made it out of there alive.
It seemed too crazy to be true.
After all those years of suffering at the hands of Lynch and the way he’d treated me—he was finally gone. He wouldn’t be able to touch me again. Was that really possible?
At the discreet doctor’s office location, I jumped out of the car and rang the bell outside the metal gate like Patch had asked me to. His consciousness was fading now because of the extreme blood loss but I was operating like a machine. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t panicking. I was simply following his instructions to save that leg. To save him from hemorrhaging.
The doctor’s voice came through the intercom and he didn’t recognize me at first but when I told him who I had with me, he buzzed the gates open and I drove us into the driveway.
He was in his pajamas, but it seemed like he’d been in this situation before. With his help, we were able to pull Patch out of the back of the car. He was limping and weak and I could see how much blood he had already lost. The bullet that Gunther shot at him must have torn through a tendon or a vein.
“There will be more coming, you should prepare yourself,” I warned the doctor as he carried Patch into a back room of his house. I was following them in, but he started to shut the door on me.
“It might be better if you just wait in the car for him. You don’t need to see this.”
“Will his leg be okay?” I asked and the doctor shrugged.
“It’s too early to tell. I need some time with him. This is more than just a superficial bullet graze,” he replied and then he was gone.
I was left alone in the dark and I had no other choice but to get in the car and wait there for more news.
Was it really all over? Was I finally rid of the Sons of Satan?
Was Patch going to be okay?
I realized I still couldn’t stop shaking and was feeling very, very cold. I was still in shock. I needed the night to end.
But the night carried on too long and eventually, I wasn’t just sitting in the car anymore. The doctor needed assistance because the rest of the Black Cobras had started pouring in with more injuries and wounds.
I went in there to help him and saw Patch lying on a bed in the corner of the room, recovering. The doctor told me he’d been given some sort of tranquilizer that knocked him out because he kept trying to get out of bed and said he had to go back to the Lot to help his friends.
Pretty much every other member of the Black Cobras was here now, getting some kind of injury looked at by the doctor. But from the conversations I was overhearing and the congratulatory cheers ringing around the place—it was pretty obvious that the Sons of Satan had run away from the site with their tails between their legs.
I got a few hugs too, from Grimm and Bones and Cash—who were all delighted that Patch and I were both unharmed and alive.
I worked alongside the doctor for the rest of the night, following his instructions and making sure all the men were well looked after and then finally it was the early hours of the morning and Patch was starting to come-to.
When he groaned, I rushed to him with a glass of water and a straw for him to drink from. His leg was doing much better now. He definitely needed the rest. The doctor said he was going to recover perfectly, as long as he followed advice and took his medication and didn’t overexert himself. I promised I’d look after him.
Finally, nearly twelve hours since I’d driven Patch here, I was driving him out of there and back in the direction of his apartment. All that activity and the chaos of working with the doctor the previous night had done wonders for my own shock and anxiety. I was much calmer now. Patch was in the backseat again, so he could stretch out his leg.
I saw him in the rearview mirror and saw that he was looking out.
“How are you feeling?” I ventured to ask him, and he caught me in the mirror and nodded.
“I feel fine. I’m not a fan of all these rules and medications that have been imposed on me.” That made me smile and I shook my head.
“The doctor and I worked very hard on you and your friends to make sure you’re all in one piece, you guys better make it worth our while,” I said and now he was smiling too.
After a few moments of silence, I spoke again.
“Thank you for everything you did. You saved me again. You killed Lynch. You kept me safe,” I said.
“No, Samantha, thank you. None of this would be over if it wasn’t for you,” he replied.
Patch tried to brush it off, but I made him a big breakfast. He insisted that he could still carry on as usual, but I wasn’t about to let him forego the doctor’s advice.
I served him all the food on the coffee table so he could eat from the couch. I wanted to look after him the way he’d looked after me that night. I wanted him to feel what it was like to have someone who really saw him. To have someone who really cared.
I could see Patch was hungry and he was wolfing down the food the way I had that night. It brought a smile to my face now.
I sat across from him on a chair and cradled my mug of coffee.
“You’re going to be alright now,” he said, and I nodded.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Hopefully Gunther will leave you alone.”
“Hopefully he will. Hopefully he realizes it’s just a waste of his time to come after me. He doesn’t even really want me,” I said and watched as Patch chewed on his fully-loaded ham sandwich. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and that gesture reminded me of something. The way he’d wiped his mouth that time when he…when he tasted me for the first time.
Was I blushing now?
I looked down at my lap to hide my eyes.
“Either way, we’re all going to be keeping a close eye on you and making sure that neither Gunther nor any of his men get anywhere close to you. You’ll have nothing to worry about.”
“I think maybe it’s time that you guys stopped risking your lives and your business and your Club for me. I’ll take care of myself from here,” I said
, and Patch crossed his brows.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I shrugged. I really didn’t know. All I knew was that it was time to leave Patch alone. He’d already done more than enough for me. More than he needed to do for an old friend.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Samantha, you’re going nowhere,” he said and put his sandwich down on his plate. A serious tone had entered his voice and I could see he meant business, whatever it was that he was about to say. Patch was looking directly at me with that handsome chiseled face of his that kept me up at night.
“I can’t stay here. I need to get away from this life.”
“It’s the only way I can make sure you’re safe.”
“I need to build a new life for myself now that I have the chance.”
Patch jerked up from the couch, clenching his jaw, maybe in pain because he’d forgotten about his wounded leg.
“For fuck’s sake, Samantha! Don’t you get what I’m trying to tell you?” he growled. There was genuine anger in his voice. I hadn’t meant to anger him.
I looked up at him expectantly.
“I get what you’re trying to say. You want me to stay here so you can take care of me, because you think you somehow owe me because you made me a promise or…”
He ran a hand frustratedly through his hair and shook his head.
“That is not what I’m trying to say, Samantha.” His voice had gotten deeper and now his gaze looked strained. I kept sitting on my chair, but he came closer to me. Standing over me, tall and strong. He had no idea how he made my heart race in my chest.
“I’m trying to say that I want you to be my woman. I want you to live with me so I can look after you. I want to give you everything you want and need and make you happy. The way you deserve.”
I stared up at Patch, blinking hard. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. Did he seriously want me to believe what he just said?
“You want me to be your…woman?” My voice was low and hoarse. I wasn’t expecting this from him. I was grateful and thankful for him and everything he had done for me, but I didn’t expect more. I thought this was it. I thought we were going to go our separate ways now. Patch wanting anything more from me was not something I could have predicted.
He was not that kind of man…
“Do you hear me?” He reiterated, snapping me out of my thoughts. My mouth fell open and he took in a deep breath.
“I…I don’t…”
“I have always wanted you, Samantha. You are the girl of my dreams and this is my chance to have you. I’m not going to let you walk out of my life.”
I slowly stood up from my chair, facing up to him. He was much taller and bigger than me, of course, but I tilted my face up to him and bit down on my lip.
“I’ve always wanted you too, Patch. I wanted to break free from my previous life and be with you, but you disappeared.”
He leaned towards me. I could feel his hot breath on my face and my heart was racing in my chest.
“This is our chance,” he said, and I nodded.
“This is our chance,” I repeated, right before he kissed me.
Patch was kissing me again. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening again! I threw my arms around him and he cradled me, rocking me back and forth while his tongue dove into my mouth and I tasted him. We moaned and groaned together while he pushed me with his body.
Neither of us cared about his wounded leg right now. The only thing that mattered was what was going to happen in the next moment. Was he going to take my clothes off? Was that what he wanted?
I felt the tug of his hands on my shirt and he was quickly pulling it over my head. My hands were on his jeans and I had to carefully pull them down to avoid the bandages.
We laughed and chuckled and kissed some more. It was like he couldn’t believe this was happening either. Was he seriously concerned that I’d turn him away?
Patch! The man of my dreams.
When his shirt came off and my jeans were down at my ankles, he tenderly pulled me into his arms again and kissed my forehead.
“I love you, Samantha,” he said, and those words were the most beautiful I’d ever heard. I felt choked, my throat was dry, but I was staring up at him.
“I love you too, Patch,” I said, and I reached for his hand and we walked together to his bedroom.
He hadn’t been gentle like this with me before. I could feel every flutter and touch of his hand and his body against mine as he lay me down on his bed.
Patch said he loved me! Me!
All these years, being surrounded by Lynch and his men; had made me feel like I was unlovable. Like there couldn’t possibly be anyone in this world who would be able to see me for who I was. Love me.
But now Patch was hovering his body over me, slowly starting to pull down the straps of my bra one by one, and from the way he was gazing straight into my eyes—I could see that he loved me. He hadn’t lied when he said that. He truly had feelings for me.
Just like I did for him. Always had.
And there was nobody else in the world I would love more.
I could see how his biceps clenched as he kept his arms rooted around me on the bed. With his tongue, he tasted the tip of my nose and then moved down till he was tasting my mouth, my neck, the top of my breasts and with his teeth, he pulled down my lace bra to reveal my breasts.
He took one rosy nipple in his mouth and sucked it while I weaved my fingers in his hair, holding him close to my body as we started to move together. I rubbed up against him and his cock, throbbing and growing, pushed against me. His one hand was all over my body, exploring every inch of it, while the other one reached for the spot between my legs. I could feel the warmth and I knew he could feel the wetness building up there too.
I moved roughly against him as he sucked on one nipple and then the other, his fingers starting to slip in and out of my wet slick pussy, his thumb rubbing my swollen ready clit. I already felt like I was going to explode. Right there in his hands, right now if he didn’t pull back.
But from the way he was going, it didn’t seem like Patch was about to pull back, but then he groaned, and I remembered his leg. His poor wounded leg!
I clutched a fistful of his dark hair, pulling his head forcefully away from my breasts so that he had no other choice but to look at me.
“I want to be fucked, but not like this,” I said. A wide smile was spreading on Patch’s face.
“Tell me what to do, my Queen,” he groaned, and I bit down on my lip.
We moved, adjusting ourselves quickly so that I got exactly what I wanted.
Patch sitting up in bed with his back against the bedhead and me on his lap, straddling him. I took his erect, strong cock in my hands, stroked him and made sure he was perfectly ready first, before I lowered myself down on him, feeling him slide in inch by inch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw myself on his chest as we both started grunting and shaking.
His cock inside me, that ecstatic pleasure of his big, long thing inside me—made me laugh aloud. I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling with pleasure and Patch caught a fistful of my curls in his hand while we moved together.
He kept me arched like that while he fucked me. In and out. His cock was big and strong and thrusting and pumping deep inside me. My legs were folded on either side of him, splayed out so that my pussy was all open and all his. His cock thrust deep in and then out and with every pump, Patch emanated this animal grunt that lit up goosebumps all over my skin.
I was close to coming and I reached for him, cradling his head in my arms, smashing my breasts up against his face and nose while I started to ride him strong.
Patch growled as he teetered on the edge of his orgasm and then finally, we came together. I felt like it was an explosion that happened inside me. I had no control over my body now while we moved together.
Was I crying, screaming? I knew I was smiling as I came.
I coul
d feel Patch’s cum shoot deep inside me, bury in there and fill me up. I had a little part of him inside me somewhere and it made me feel warm. This man was in love with me. He was going to keep me safe from everything. I trusted him completely against the whole world.
Our orgasms seemed to last for what felt like hours, and then we were in each other’s arms, rolling on the bed and kissing and entangled in our limbs. I felt beautiful and worthy and everything that had happened in my life before…seemed to have led to this point. Being with Patch now made it all seem worthwhile.
“I can’t stop looking at you,” he said, and it made me blush and giggle.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening!” I exclaimed and he was kissing me again, just to make me see it was all real. This was the most real experience of my life.
27
Patch
We fucked all day and slept all night and ate in the middle sometimes when we could remember what to do.
I’d never experienced something like this before. Being with a woman and not worrying about her bringing me down. Not staring at the clock on the wall, waiting for her to leave.
It was always Samantha. She had been the missing piece to my puzzle, the answer to all my questions. Now that I had her, I wouldn’t have to look for anything else. I had my family, and she had hers.
The next day I got a call from Cash that Grimm had called for Church.
Samantha was sitting in nothing but her lingerie in my kitchen while I spoke to Cash and I had to hang up quickly because I could already feel myself going hard the longer I stared at that woman.
Her red curls tangled and tousled and falling all around her shoulders. Her skin, pale and smooth in the sunlight pouring in through the windows. I had her, but I wanted to think of every other way that I could possess her.
I was going to make her my wife, make an honest woman of her, put some kids in that belly. I was going to make sure that she knew I was her life. And most of all, I was going to make sure she was safe and happy and content.
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