Chapter 8
Torch
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Waking up to a warm, soft body pressed against mine, my brain is foggy on what happened last night. I open my eyes and try to clear them from sleep. This room doesn’t look familiar to me.
Oh, fuck. What did I do?
I slowly move to roll out of bed when a soft hand grips my bare stomach sending a shot of lust to my cock. I slowly turn my head to the right and come face to face with the angel who has me tied up in knots. Daisy.
“Good morning.” Daisy stretches her hands over her head bringing her silk tank top up revealing her slim stomach. Images of tying her up and fucking her flit through my mind.
“Morning,” I grunt.
Daisy giggles, “Not a morning person?” There’s a twinkle in her eyes and a mischievous grin on her delicate face.
“Not in the least. Need a gallon of coffee.” I sound like an idiot but my brain doesn’t work until I have coffee running through my body.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and land with a thump on the floor. Grabbing my jeans, I slide them on and go into Daisy’s bathroom slamming the door behind me. I turn on the faucet and splash cold water on my face. I’m in a pissy mood and don’t know why. I haven’t slept that good since before I was fifteen, not even with Rose and I don’t know what to think. I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to keep my shit in tack. I grip my hair and pull it.
What does Daisy see in me? My demons are wanting to break free and ruin her. I can’t let them. Daisy is finally coming into her own and I can’t destroy her.
Spotting Daisy’s razor and a pair of scissors on the sink, I begin making a change. A change needed to keep my monsters at bay. Tattoos aren’t cutting it anymore. Drugs and liquor only numb the pain. Maybe if I don’t look like my half-brother as much, I can curb the desire to break the ones I care about.
With every snip of the scissors, it transports me back to a time I’d rather not remember but it’s how I’ve become who I am today.
8 years ago
I’m walking home from school with another fat lip wishing these guys would leave me the hell alone. My mom is going to kill me or not even care I got suspended again for a fight I didn’t cause. It doesn’t matter to the assholes in the office. To them, I’m a loser and a scumbag who tarnishes their pristine halls.
In the distance a motorcycle idles by. Man, I wish I could get one and just disappear. The bike grows louder and louder until it comes into view. The man riding it stops right next to me. He doesn’t say a word. He’s wearing a cut with a crown on the back of it that reads Royal Bastards MC. I’ve heard of them before but never been this close to one. They’re a badass club I’ve always wanted to be a part of.
“Yo, where ya headin’?” The guy asks. He doesn’t remove his half helmet and I ignore him, thinking he isn’t talking to me. I put my head down and keep walking. There’s no way a Royal Bastard is talking to me. “Jase, I’m talkin’ to you.”
That has me stopping in my tracks. I turn around and the guy puts his kickstand down before climbing off his bike. I shift from foot to foot, antsy. “How do you know me?” I ask not taking my eyes off him.
“We have a mutual acquaintance.” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal. He keeps his back to me and removes his helmet. Blonde hair falls to his shoulders. The stranger turns around and it’s like I’m staring at an older version of myself. Haunting blue eyes stare back at me, waiting for a reaction. He’s bigger than me muscle wise but we both have the same build. My mother always told me I was built like my father, but I’ve never met him. Every time I fuck up my mother says my actions are just like his.
“Who the hell are you?” I’m beyond pissed off and confused.
“Names Razor. I’m your brother.” Razor extends his hand gritting his teeth like it was painful to say.
“Bullshit. I don’t have a brother. I’m the only child my mother has.” I brush Razor’s hand away and turn my back on him. Mistake number one. Never turn your back on a stranger. His meaty hand lands on my shoulder and squeezes it painfully. I try to break out of his hold but it’s no use.
“Listen, fuck stick. I don’t want to be here or do this either but he.” Razor spits the word He in disgust. “Wants you to prospect for the Royal Bastards. He sent me to collect you.”
“Why? Why now? After the last sixteen years the fucker wants nothing to do with me. Why now?”
Razor releases his grip on my shoulder. “Fuck if I know. I didn’t even know you existed until he sent me.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
Razor cocks an eyebrow. “Your mother Janice, fucked my father and out you came.” Razor motions to my stance which is exactly like his. “Fuck stick, if we weren’t brothers, I would’ve ridden on past you. I don’t want to even think about that dick fucking someone else, yet here we are.” Razor walks back to his bike. Before putting his helmet on he turns to me. “You have a decision to make. Either join the Royal Bastards and have a purpose in your fucked up life or continue on the path you’re on and end up a male whore like your mother.”
Razor puts his helmet on and straddles his bike. He takes off like a rocket, vibrating my soul before I can respond. Do I want to be a Royal Bastard or continue down the path I’m on now? My decision made; I hurry home to pack a bag.
Present
I run the blade over my head, removing anything that resembles my brother or father. Once I’m done, I don’t recognize the man staring back at me but my eyes betray who I am. I’m done letting my past dictate who I am today. I’m done with their games.
I dry my head off with a towel before opening the bathroom door. My eyes connect with Daisy’s brown ones and her jaw drops.
“Holy fuck, Torch. What did you do?” She’s on her knees at the edge of the bed. Her fingers are twitching.
I sit at the end of the bed next to Daisy and pull my boots on. “Cut my fucking hair. What does it look like?”
“Can I touch it?”
I turn to look at Daisy and she has a spark of desire in her eyes. “You like this?” I ask pointing to my head.
Daisy nods her head and bites her bottom lip. “Yes. It’s sexy as hell. Can I feel it?”
I let out a low rumble of laughter. “Yeah, go ahead. Might as well let you be the first.”
Daisy nibbles on her bottom lip before running her fingertips lightly over my head. It’s a new and erotic sensation tingling through my body. Holy fuck, I didn’t expect that. Daisy watches me watch her and she licks her plump lips.
I’m drawn to her and before I can stop myself, I push Daisy back on the bed. My lips claiming hers, my body covering hers. Daisy’s nails dig lightly into my scalp sending a shiver down my spine. I grind my hard cock against her hot core begging me to take her. She moans into my mouth, vibrating my tongue. I push my hips forward, grinding against her clit, mimicking the motions of my tongue in her mouth.
Daisy whimpers as I rub my thumb against her panties. I move her flimsy shorts to the side and plunge a finger inside her pussy. My thumb rubs circles around her clit bringing her closer and closer to the edge. I insert another finger into her tight channel stretching her.
My cock is so hard against the zipper of my jeans, I’m going to come like a teenage boy.
“Shit, Torch.” Daisy moans.
I capture her mouth with mine again and feel her body tense up against my fingers. I work them in and out at a fast pace. “Fuck my hand, baby girl. Come all over my fingers. Soak me.” Daisy tenses up before she falls over the edge, soaking my hand and her panties. “That’s the way you come. On my fingers, or in my mouth. Not by your hand again.” I lick her juices off my fingers and stick one in her mouth. Daisy wraps her lips around it, tasting herself and sucking my digit.
“Dirty, fucking girl.” I groan as she sucks harder. My cock is throbbing needing a release.
Daisy hooks her legs around my waist and pushes me over so she’s straddling my
waist. I let her take over, I want to see how far she’ll take it.
Daisy looks at me unsure at first until I shift my hips. My cock pushing into her core so she can feel how hard I am. Daisy grinds on top of me for a few seconds before she shimmies her way down my naked chest. Trailing her tongue along each nipple, over my abs until she’s at the open zipper of my jeans. The head of my cock pushing against my boxers.
Hesitantly, Daisy pushes my jeans and boxers over my ass and frees my aching cock. It bobs a few times in her face. She stares at it and licks her lips.
“Put it in your mouth, Dirty Girl. I know you want to.” Daisy closes her eyes, inhales a deep breath and sheathes her mouth over my cock. Her teeth lightly scrape the underside of my dick. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks, making my eyes cross and a moan escapes my lips.
“Holy fuck, Daisy. Just like that.” I push her hair out of her face so I can watch my cock stretch her lips and disappear into her mouth. She gags a little as my cock hits the back of her throat and it makes my balls tighten. She bobs up and down on my cock sucking and releasing.
My spine tingles in warning. “I’m gonna come down your throat if you don’t stop Sweet girl.” Daisy looks up at me through her lashes. She moans around my cock and sucks even harder until I’m coming down her throat. “Fuck me!” I explode into her mouth and she licks and sucks until I stop twitching.
Daisy crawls her way up my body and rests her head in the crook of my arm. I’m boneless and need a minute to recover after that.
“What are your plans for today?” Daisy asks, snuggling into me.
“Have Club business to take care of.”
“Want me to go out there with you?” I raise an eyebrow at her request. “Your bald head. Won’t the other guys make fun of you?”
I release a low chuckle and run my hand over the smoothness of my head. “I can handle it. But I’m not going to tell you if you should leave your room or not.” I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I slide my boxer and jeans back on before standing up and tossing on my shirt and cut.
After tucking my .45 in the pocket of my cut, I lean over Daisy and give her a small kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you around. Later you’re going to tell me more about your past.”
Daisy opens her mouth to refute, but I zip her lips with my fingers. “There’s no room for argument on this. You’ll either tell me or I’ll have Red do some digging. The choice is yours.”
“Fine.” Daisy huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “Under one condition though.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“You tell me a little bit about yours.” She hesitates for a beat. “And you don’t think anything different of me.” The fear of rejection is at the surface and I’ll do everything in my power so she stops feeling this way.
“That’s two conditions and you have a deal.” I seal it with a kiss against Daisy’s soft, compliable lips. Before we go any further and I get my ass reamed for being late, I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. “See you around.”
I open Daisy’s bedroom door and as I shut it, I hear her whisper.
“Be safe my love.”
Those four little words sends a lurch in my chest and my heart beats hard against my chest. No one except for the Royal Bastards ever cared about me staying safe or loving me. Is this something I could continue to pursue or see where Rose stands?
Fuck, when I’m with Daisy I forget about Rose. But when I’m with Rose, Daisy is in the back of my mind. Sometimes front and center.
I walk down the hallway and into the commons room. My brothers are hanging around, either just waking up or eating breakfast. I make my way into the industrial sized kitchen and grab a mug for my coffee. I pour some into my cup and take a sip before turning around, letting the caffeine get into my blood stream. Blayze, Monica, Capone, Danyella, Red and Derange are at the table eating when all conversation halts. A few forks hit their plates and half of them have their mouths hanging open.
“What in the actual fuck did you do?” Blayze asks looking up from the food he’s inhaling.
“Bro, did you know bald men have holes in their pockets?” Derange asks. Confused as fuck, I raise an eyebrow and wait for the rest. “So, they can run their hands through their hair!” He cracks up laughing and I can’t help but smirk. You never know what’ll come out of Derange’s mouth.
“When you wash your face, how far up do you go now?” Red chimes in.
“What do you call a group of rabbits hopping backward? A receding hairline!” Derange is really into this. “There’s nothing up there. When you shower, do you get brainwashed?”
“Can I rub your head and see into the future?” Red cracks up.
“At least you don’t have to worry about a bad hair day now.” Danyella chirps.
“What’s the difference between a monkey, an orphan, a prince and Bald Bill?” Derange asks. “A monkey has a hairy parent, an orphan has nary a parent, a prince is an heir apparent and Bald Bill has no hair apparently.”
After drinking my coffee and letting my brothers get their ribbing in about my bald head, I bust through the kitchen doors and run right into Rose.
“Ouch. Fuck. Watch where you’re going.” Rose falls on her ass before I can catch her. She’s holding her nose not looking at me.
“Fuck.” I reach down to help her up. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I will be.” She releases her nose and brushes her hands together standing up. When her eyes finally connect with mine, Rose's face pales. “Oh, fuck.” She spins on her boots and storms off toward the outside door in the back of the bar.
“Rose, where the fuck are you going?” I grab her arm right before she opens the door.
“No. No. No. This cannot be happening.” Rose stares at me shaking her head.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You. No. Is this some kind of sick joke?” Rose grips my face in her soft palms and turns my head to the right then to the left. Then she runs her hands over my smooth head sending a shiver down my spine. Her hands don’t feel as good as Daisy’s though. “I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t do this Torch. Not anymore.” Rose releases my head and disappears out the door leaving me stunned.
I shove open the door. The bright sun blinding me for a moment and spot Rose over by the fence pacing back and forth. She’s staring at something on her phone mumbling to herself. I approach her cautiously like she’s a scared rabbit, hoping she doesn’t run off.
Rose’s phone rings in her hand, making her jump. She turns her back to me and answers it, not realizing how close I am.
“Is this some sick fucking joke?” Rose growls into the phone. Whoever she’s talking to says something I can’t hear. “I will not calm down! The guy I’ve been f…” Rose turns around and sees me standing right behind her. Her eyes widen and she stops talking.
“Finish your conversation, Rose. The guy you’ve been fucking is what?” I demand. I’m fucking irate she’s talking about me to someone I don’t know. “Spit it the fuck out.” My voice is low and menacing.
“You. You’re. Shit.” She motions with her free hand to my face. Rose inhales a deep breath and composes herself. Her phone is still connected to the call and I can faintly hear a male voice on the other end.
I pluck Rose’s phone out of her hand before she can stop me. Putting it to my ear, I talk. “Who’s this?”
“Who the hell is this? Where’s Rose?”
“She’s currently in shock for some fucking reason.”
Rose snaps out of it and tries reaching for her phone but I hold it away from her, which isn’t hard to do since she’s so short. “Give me my phone back, Torch. Now!”
“So, you’re Torch.” The man on the other end says with amusement in his voice.
“Yeah. Now who are you?” Rose is still shouting and pushing me to get her phone from my grip.
“Jax.”
“How do you know Rose, Jax?” Rose becomes deathly
still when I say his name. She sucks in a breath holding it.
“Fuck, if I knew that’d get you to shut up, I would’ve started with that,” I smirk.
Jax bellows a laugh on the other end of the phone. “Rose and I are old friends, Torch.”
“Old friend huh?” I cock an eyebrow and Rose releases the breath she’s been holding. Good thing too or she would have passed out.
“Yeah, we’ve known each other for years. She texted me an SOS to call her.” I can hear another voice in the background. Jax covers the phone before talking again. “Listen, Torch. I’ve gotta go. Is Rose OK?”
“Yeah, she’s good. Just looks like she has seen a ghost. I’ll make sure she’s OK.” I wink and Rose’s face turns scarlet.
“You do that. Bye.” Jax hangs up and I hand Rose back her phone.
“Want to tell me why your panties are in a bunch, Rose?” I step forward and she steps back until she’s against the fence.
“What you did to your hair is just shocking is all.” Rose avoids eye contact with me and it has my walls coming up.
“Bullshit and you know it.” I cage her in against the fence. My breath tickling her neck.
The door slams and Derange comes toward us at a fast pace. “Torch, there you are. C’mon brother we have Club business.”
I lean closer to Rose so my lips are against the shell of her ear. “This is far from over. When I get back, we will discuss this one way or another.” Rose’s body vibrates from my voice.
“You’re a bastard.”
“A Royal fucking Bastard to you, Rose.”
I pull my arms away and leave her standing here. One way or another I will find out what secrets Rose is hiding. When I do, she better pray it won’t hurt the Club because if it does, Rose will suffer and so will Jax.
Chapter 9
Rose
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