Loving Liv (Chaos MC #2)

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by Cameron Heart


  “Dude, no. Not at all. You can’t think like that. He’s a monster, yes, but you work for a club that has done a lot of good for this community. We fucking took down a cult last year! You were a huge part of that. Plus, you may be a man whore, but you treat your women right.” He cracks a smile at that. “Liv sees it too. She feels bad that she’s been so jumpy around you. She says you remind her of someone, but even then, she told me how you’ve respected her and kept your distance. You’re a good man, Slash.”

  He takes a breath and blows it out. “Thanks, Carter. I’m sorry about Liv. I really like her, she’s good for you.”

  “Not your fault, man, but thanks. Let’s head out, we can call River when we get to the clubhouse, yeah?”

  Slash nods and we head out.

  ***

  Later that afternoon, River called church to discuss Brad and the potential threat he posed to the club and to the town.

  “So you’ve been aware of his activities now for how long?” River asks Slash with a hint of annoyance bordering on anger.

  Slash sighs and runs a hand down his face.

  “We always knew he was a shit head, River. But it was mostly low-level dealer crap, not moving his way up in the gang world.”

  River gives him a look to signify he doesn’t give two fucks about the backstory.

  “Stacy and I keep tabs on him, the last year or so it seems like he’s moved up from dealing to some kind of enforcer job with the Broken Skulls.”

  “Wait, you mean the Broken Skulls? The same Broken Skulls that are teaming up with Devil’s Knights to expand their prostitution ring in this area?” Dom chimes in.

  The others make surprised gasps and sounds of disgust. Slash just nods. I know this is taking a toll on him. I don’t think anyone blames him for this and surely no one equates him to his brother, but I know he feels it all the same. He’s wearing his shame around like a ten-pound weight.

  “Ok,” River speaks up, calming the room. “So, what can we do? Is there a way to find him? Track him? Use him to take down all of this sex trafficking shit once and for all?”

  “I’m working on it, prez. I’ve got a call into my contacts, hoping to get a current picture of him and his location. He’s hunting down his ex. Apparently he was an abusive monster to her and she recently found out he was planning on selling her into prostitution. The chick drugged him, robbed him, and got the fuck out.”

  Several of the guys hoot and holler, probably thinking about that woman putting Brad, aka Spider in his place.

  “Shit, son. Well, good for her. But, you’re thinking if maybe we find her, we can find him?”

  “Yeah. I mean, I don’t know. I hate that he turned out this way. I guess I just wanted you guys to know so we can be prepared. And, well, just to say I’m sorry.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about, boy?” River demands.

  When Slash doesn’t say anything, River stands up and claps a hand over Slash’s shoulder. “This isn’t on you, Slash. Every single one of us in this room knows that your true family is who you choose, and you chose us. And fuck, we all have at least one family member we’re not very proud of. It isn’t a reflection on you, Slash.”

  Slash just nods, and River grunts. So, you could say it’s easily been one of the most emotional meetings we’ve ever had.

  Chapter 12

  Liv

  After Carter dropped me off, I changed my clothes and picked up my place a little bit. I couldn’t help the smile on my face and the weird warm feeling in my chest. He made me feel… what, exactly? Safe. Wanted. Protected. Like maybe I didn’t have to fight all of battles by myself.

  Which of course, terrifies me. The last time I asked someone for help, I ended up almost dying in a fire. Who knew that the next time I’d see him would be so much worse?

  Can’t go there, Liv.

  I finish cleaning up and head out towards the bus stop. I don’t miss that the black car is parked on the other side of the street now, on the same side as my apartment. I walk by, keeping my head up and shoulders back.

  Show no fear.

  I pick up my pace, walking a little faster as I pass the car and head down the block. Looking over my shoulder, I see the car slowly pull out and follow me.

  Well, shit.

  I break out into a sprint and get to the bus stop right as a bus is pulling in. It’s not my bus, but it’ll do. I can transfer later.

  I sit in the back of the bus and peer out the window. The black car pulls alongside the bus and I snap my head back, pressing myself against the seat. When I open my eyes a few minutes later, the car is gone.

  I’m about twenty minutes late to my shift thanks to the unexpected bus transfer. I know I should tell Carter, or hell, any of these guys. I know they would protect me. But the little voice in the back of my head still doesn’t trust anyone. Doesn’t trust what I have with Carter. It’s waiting for the other shoe to drop because good things don’t happen to me. That’s just now how my life is.

  “Liv, honey, I’m so glad you’re here,” Stacy says, wrapping me up in a hug. I’ve pretty much gotten used to them by now.

  “I’m so sorry, Stacy. I won’t be late again.”

  Stacy pulls back and looks at me, hands on my shoulders.

  “I’m not mad, I was worried about you. You’re never late. Is everything ok? You look a little pale.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m ok. Sorry. I just… I overslept. It won’t happen again.”

  Stacy looks at me like she’s not buying a single word of my bullshit, but she doesn’t press the issue.

  “Alright then. I’ll work on dishes from last night and you can restock in the back room?”

  I nod and head that way.

  I’m glad for my restocking assignment – it’ll give me plenty of time to figure out what the fuck to do about my apparent stalker. I hadn’t taken it seriously before, but I’ve seen that car outside of my apartment for weeks now. Probably since I moved in. I’m not an idiot, I know who it is. Or at least, who sent them.

  Spider wouldn’t be bothered to do the dirty work himself, right?

  I’m lost in thought when I feel two hands grab my hips from behind. My mind immediately jumps to Spider and him kidnapping me. A scream falls from my lips and I jump, dropping the bottle of whiskey from my hand. It shatters and I curse.

  “Woah, hey, love, it’s me. I’m sorry.”

  Of course, it’s Carter. Not Spider. I’m a freaking nutcase.

  “Sorry, sorry, Carter,” I shake my head and bend down to pick up the bigger shards of glass.

  His hands reach for my hips again, stilling my motion and gently turning me around. His green eyes capture mine and worry flickers across his beautiful face.

  “Are you ok, Liv? What’s going on?”

  Carter keeps one hand on my hip and the other he moves up to cover my heart.

  “I can feel your heart about to explode in your chest, baby. Talk to me.”

  Can I trust him with this? I don’t even really have any information, just some car. And honestly, I can’t even say for sure they were following me. I mean it’s not like it’d be totally out of the realm of possibility that they need to just go wherever they needed to go around the same time I walked by. I decide there’s really nothing to tell Carter. Not yet. Even so, the pit of dread in my stomach grows.

  “Nothing. You just startled me, that’s all.”

  He moves his hand from my heart, sliding his fingers up my throat, and cupping my face in his large palm. He runs his thumb over my lips and leans in to kiss my forehead.

  I fucking melt for him. He’s too good to me.

  Carter leans back enough to look me in the eyes, searching them for truth.

  “Talk to me, love. What’s going on?”

  “Like I said, I was just surprised, that’s all.”

  Switching gears, I reach up and run my fingers through his messy hair digging my nails in slightly when I reach the back of his neck, just the way I know he likes. I pull
him down to me and drag his bottom lip through my teeth, earning me a sexy growl. I spear my tongue in his mouth and we wrestle for control of the kiss. I feel his hands move to my ass, pressing me closer into his hard body. I move my hands down slowly from his neck, across his chest, down his abs.

  Carter braces himself on the wall behind me, putting his hands on either side of my head. I slip my hands underneath his shirt and move them to his lower back, digging my nails in and pulling him closer to me. Another growl falls from his lips.

  He breaks the kiss to suck on my neck, leaving little bites down to my shoulder. My fingers snake into the waistband of his jeans, teasing him just a little.

  “Fuck, Liv. You feel so amazing. Love when you touch me.”

  I palm his already hard cock on the outside of his jeans and he bucks his hips against my hand, hissing out a breath. I smile, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him. I was just going to tease him, make him forget about our conversation, but I know I’ve started something that will only end one way – both of us coming.

  Making quick work of his button and zipper, I pull out his dick and run my thumb over the head, rubbing precum all around. He throws his head back and tenses his muscles. I love feeling power surge through his taut muscles, knowing I can control it, even if just for a moment. I work my hand faster up and down his shaft and cup his balls in my other hand.

  “Jesus, baby, that’s it,” he groans. “Are you wet for me? Is that pretty pussy crying for some attention?”

  Before I can answer, Carter removes his right hand from the wall and slides it easily into my yoga pants and under my panties. He dips a finger inside of me, caressing the walls of my entrance before dragging my juices up my slit, rubbing the wetness around my clit. The sensation of my slick cum coupled with the rough, calloused pad of his finger over my clit causes me to jerk my hips up, seeking more of his attention.

  “That’s right, love. Two can play this game.”

  I look up and see a wicked grin pull at his lips.

  I stroke him faster and he doubles his efforts, thrusting two fingers in my entrance and circling my clit with his thumb. He pumps in and out of me and captures my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in the same rhythm as his fingers. I moan into his mouth, already feeling my orgasm come on quick and hard.

  “Yes, fuck, baby, cum for me. I’m right there with you.”

  I try to hold back, wringing out the sweet torture as long as possible before falling off the cliff into pleasure. Carter looks me in the eyes, his stare piercing through every one of my defenses.

  “I… I just came this morning… I… I shouldn’t need you this much…” I say between gasps for air.

  “I need you too, baby girl. Fuck! Cum with me, Liv. I need you to cum with me.”

  His words push me over and I spasm around his fingers, squeezing and leaking all over his hand. I pump him two more time and feel his hot cum spray across my belly and my pussy. My entire body convulses in his arms, the sensations coursing through my veins threatening to consume me. He never breaks eye contact, holding my gaze as we cum together. Carter removes his hand, covered in my juices and wipes his cum off of my belly. He sucks his fingers clean and it’s so fucking hot and dirty I feel another rush of wetness between my legs.

  He leans down and kisses me so I taste our combined passion. I can’t get enough, can’t get close enough, can’t stand what he’s doing to me, can’t stop.

  I grip his biceps to steady myself, still shaking from my orgasm. Carter puts himself back in his pants and zips up before latching his hands onto my hips and resting his forehead on mine.

  “Are you ok, Liv?”

  I nod my head and feel Carter’s fingers under my chin, lifting my face to look at him.

  “I’m ok. That was really intense.”

  He nods. “Is intense bad?”

  I try to find the words to explain, but fuck if I even know what I’m thinking right now.

  “Not bad. Just… I don’t know. Scary, I guess.”

  “Why scary?”

  I take a breath, trying to focus my thoughts.

  “What if I need you and you leave?”

  “I won’t.”

  “What if I’m too much?”

  “You’re not.”

  “What if… What if I fall in love with you and you don’t love me back?”

  And that’s the heart of it. I’m already so far gone but good things don’t last, not for me.

  His eyes are both fierce and tender, and I regret saying anything at all. I open my mouth to try and take it all back, but then River yells, “CHURCH!” at an impressively loud volume.

  Carter just smiles and kisses me again, short and sweet.

  Then he leans over and brushes his lips against my ear.

  “I’m going to enjoy smelling you on my fingers the whole time I’m sitting in church.”

  With that, he walks away, leaving me breathless.

  ***

  The next few hours fly by as I work the bar, chat with the regulars, and share a few laughs with Stacy, Mia, and Claire. I’m really growing attached to this place, these people and it’s all a little overwhelming.

  Not to mention, I can’t stop thinking about Carter, which has basically become my new normal. It’s terrifying and exhilarating and I don’t think I could stop what’s between us if I wanted to. And the crazy thing is that I don’t want to.

  Speak of the devil…

  Carter walks into the bar and instantly lights up when he sees me.

  God, he’s so gorgeous.

  He walks around the bar, right up to me, and before I can react, he grabs me and kisses me. Hard. Right in front of everyone.

  Part of me wants to be embarrassed or at least have some shred of discretion, but when I feel his hand weave into my hair and angle my face up to deepen the kiss, I lose all sense of decency.

  The only thing that pulls me out of whatever spell Carter cast on me is Stacy.

  “Woooo! Yes! Yes, yes yes!”

  I break the kiss and bury my head in Carter’s chest. Why does he keep doing this to me? I’ve never been a fan of PDA, but he seems to make me forget all of my rules.

  Carter wraps his arms around me in a bear hug and chuckles while resting his chin on top of my head.

  “What was that for?” I mumble into his chest.

  “I don’t know. I just saw you standing here, all perfect and stunning and I had to have you, taste you, show everyone you’re with me.”

  It’s pretty caveman of him to basically claim me in front of his club and all of the random patrons in the bar, but also so fucking sweet and I have to say I don’t mind it. It should worry me how much I don’t mind it.

  Carter dips his head down next to my ear. “Plus, I missed you. I kept smelling you on my hand, driving me crazy.”

  I feel my cheeks heat up at his dirty words. “I still have you on me too. I never cleaned up”

  I hear a soft groan rumble out of his chest. “Fuck, Liv. You have no idea what that does to me.”

  His dick swells up in his jeans. “I don’t know, I think I can feel what it does to you.”

  Carter laughs and clears his throat. For a second, I forgot we still have an audience. I give him some space to adjust himself, still shielding him with my body.

  “Thanks, love,” he winks at me and turns me around so my back is to his front. He wraps his arms around my tummy and rests his chin on my head again. I get that weird thought again, more intense this time. We fit. We fit so goddamn perfectly together.

  It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker when this all goes to shit.

  No time to dwell on that now. Stacy is beaming at us. Her smile is so wide I think she might break her face in half.

  “You two! I’m so so so happy. You have no idea. You’re perfect for each other. So perfect. Gah!” she runs over and wraps us both in a hug, which is hilarious because Carter is probably a good eight inches taller than her and a solid eighty pounds of muscle bigger. And I’m
stuck in the middle.

  “It’s a Liv sandwich!” Slash laughs from the other side of the bar. For some reason, hearing him say that makes me laugh as well. He sort of feels like the brother I never had. I still feel bad that I keep him at a distance, but he seems to understand.

  Stacy finally lets go, and Carter slowly unwraps his arms.

  “Well, I think your shift is pretty much over, don’t you, Liv?”

  “What? I think I have another hour or so, right?”

  “Nope. Pretty sure Carter would agree you’re his for the rest of the night.”

  Carter nods his head enthusiastically.

  I look between them, skeptically.

  “How about we compromise, and Carter and I have a drink here in case you get busy?”

  “Oh, child. Fine. You are certainly stubborn, aren’t you?”

  “I’d like to think of it more as persistent, but yes, I’ve been called stubborn a time or two.”

  Stacy and Carter laugh, and I take off my apron, following Carter over to a booth with Slash and Dominick.

  We order drinks and chat for a while. I never would have imagined I’d have anything in common with these guys, but the conversation flows and I have another weird feeling blooming in my chest.

  Is this what home feels like?

  I didn’t think I’d ever find it. Not after mom, not after foster care, not after Spider.

  Carter slips his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and he leans down to kiss the top of my head. The rest of the evening his hands are on me in one way or another. Rubbing my back, gripping my thigh under the table, weaving our fingers together, playing with my hair. It feels so easy, so natural. It feels so fucking good. Too good.

  Don’t overthink this, just enjoy it while you have it.

  Chapter 13

  Liv

  I’ve spent the last three days with Carter. When I’m not at the bar, I’m on his bike or in his bed. I know it’s because he doesn’t want me sleeping on my couch, since I don’t have a bed yet, but part of me likes pretending he just likes having me around. Sometimes I even let myself pretend this is my actual life – living with Carter, making love to Carter, planning a future with Carter.

 

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