by Amy Cecil
My only option here is to get Sainte on my side. And, I realize, I have something he wants. This could work to my favor. If I give him what he wants, he will shut up about the coke and he could be an ally instead of an enemy.
I lay my head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Sainte. I promise I won’t use any more.” Tears stream down my face.
He puts his arm around me and says, “There, there, darlin’. It’s okay. We’ll get through this together.”
I lift my head and look directly into his eyes. “Kiss me, Sainte, please,” I beg. I can already see him melting. I’ve got him right where I want him.
He leans in and then hesitates. I’m losing him. I touch the side of his face. “I need this,” I plead, and he caves. Yep, hook, line, and sinker. His lips crash down on mine in a demanding and brutal kiss. He takes my breath away as he moves his lips over mine, his tongue probing against my own. Before I realize what’s happening, I find I am kissing him back. It means nothing. He’s just a damn good kisser, I tell myself.
He breaks the kiss, and we are both out of breath. His eyes never leave mine. We are both panting. He gets up from the chair and pulls me up and against him. He kisses me again, and my legs go weak. Before I know it, he swoops me into his arms and is walking out of the kitchen to the common area. Ryder and Dbag are hanging out in the common area, watching TV. They both look up at us, but neither utters a single word. Sainte takes me straight to his room.
When we get inside his room, he kicks the door shut behind him and turns to lock it. He sets me on the bed and says, “We’re settling this between us once and for all.”
It’s not exactly what I expected him to say, so I am a little unsure of his meaning. I was under the impression we were gonna have sex, but now it sounds like he wants to have it out.
He sits and pulls me close to him. He tucks my hair behind my ear, and I smile. Oh yeah, we’re gonna have sex. He kisses me again and pulls me on top of him so that I am straddling his lap. I feel his cock through my jeans, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. He feels so fucking good. But you don’t like him.
He pulls off my top and unclasps my bra, exposing my breasts. He leans back and takes in the sight of my naked torso. He smiles a devilish grin and leans in, taking my left nipple into his mouth. He pulls me closer so I am kneeling right up against him. I moan when he moves his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my jeans.
He lifts me and lays me on my back on the bed. Kneeling before me, he undoes the button and zipper to my jeans. He tugs, so I raise my hips to help him slide my jeans down, along with my panties, until they both are completely off. He hovers over my naked body and kisses my neck, then works his way down. When he reaches my mound, he hesitates and then pushes his tongue between my pussy’s lips. My legs tremble. Holy fuck! He’s so good at that. I’m so fuckin’ wet.
He stops and moves his body up so his face is level with mine. He kisses my neck again and whispers in my ear, “You are fucking driving me insane, Feisty Pants.”
I am so ready to have him inside me that I really don’t care he called me that again.
I grab his face and look him directly in the eye. “Fuck me, Sainte!”
He chuckles “I told you you’d be begging for it.”
“Please,” I beg.
He sits back on his legs and fumbles with his jeans. He frees his cock and strokes it. Nothing turns me on more than to watch a man stroke himself.
“Now, Sainte!” I demand.
He winks. “You want this, baby?” he asks, continuing his hand’s movement.
“Yes,” I reply, breathless.
Before I know it, he positions himself so he can push his beautiful cock inside me. Gentle, he is not. He pushes in hard and immediately thrusts, hitting my G-spot every time. I feel his cock throbbing inside me as he pushes me to the edge. His constant rhythm hitting that perfect spot causes my orgasm to spiral out of control.
“Come deep inside me, Sainte!” I scream, the orgasm so intense my entire body is on fire.
He reaches his orgasm, and his warm cum fills me up as he continues to thrust. It’s a good thing I’m on the pill. We both are sweating and lost in the moment.
On the scorecard of life: Honey one, Sainte zero. I knew in that moment I had him. I win!
And then he says, “You gonna sleep here tonight, or are ya planning to go back to your room?”
I’m totally taken aback by his question. I assumed he wanted me to stay with him.
“I uh, well, I had planned on staying here.”
“Suit yourself,” he says as he gets under the covers and rolls over on his side.
Fuck! Tie game! He’s gonna be harder to break than I thought.
Chapter 7
Sainte
I woke the next morning and found Honey gone. I expected as much. Did she really think she could play me? I knew what she was up to all along. I wasn’t born yesterday, and by playing along with her, I got laid. Win-win in my book. I’m kinda mad at myself for not playing along longer, but now, she knows I’m onto her. Still lying in bed, I can’t help but laugh at the expression on her face when I asked her if she was leaving or staying. It was priceless. I have to say, it was a smooth move on my part. Not to mention she was a good fuck. Indeed she was, and I am sure there will be plenty more where that came from. I’m sure in time I’ll be her new addiction. Once she starts, she won’t be able to stop. Yeah, I’m a cocky SOB.
Other than showing her where I stood, one other thing came from last night’s escapades: Honey didn’t snort any coke while she was with me. It’s probably the longest she has gone since she started back.
I know I can’t cure her, but I can make sure she gets the help she needs. She also has to openly admit she has a problem and want help before any healing can happen. From what I’ve been told, she’s been through this before. I understand it was before she came to the MC, but she still knows the drill. And once she figures out that Ice isn’t gonna put up with her shenanigans, she’ll see she has only two options: get clean or get out.
I get out of bed, pleased with myself, and get in the shower. Fifteen minutes later, I’m dressed and heading downstairs. I’m surprised to find Honey sitting at the bar with her cup of coffee. She got up early this morning. Yeah, probably because she wasn’t so fucked up last night. But still, progress.
“Good morning, Feisty Pants,” I say as I pass her and head into the kitchen.
She doesn’t say anything back, but I hear her grumble a bit.
I get my coffee and head back toward the bar. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
She glares at me. “Nope, just the wrong bed.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” I laugh, and it seems to piss her off more. She’s looking pretty ragged, which I take as a good sign. She still hasn’t taken a hit since yesterday. Maybe she does have this under control now that she knows someone is watching her. It’s a good thought, but I doubt it.
I take a sip of my coffee. “So, darlin’, what’s on the agenda for today?”
She looks up at me, and I wink at her. “Will you just go away!”
I nudge her shoulder. “Oh come on, Feisty Pants, admit it. You enjoyed every minute of our little tryst last night.”
I can just see the irritation on her face, and frankly, I’m loving it. “I did not!” she snaps.
Her reply causes me to laugh out loud. “Oh, guess those moans meant you hated it. Damn, Honey, I totally misread you.” I wait for a response, and when she just ignores me, I lean in close. “Or maybe it was you screamin’ ‘Fuck me, Sainte.’ I’m not sure, darlin’. Maybe you can refresh my memory,” I say teasingly. Nothing pleases me more than to get her goat and, better yet, getting her to the point where she has no comeback.
“You’re an asshole, Sainte.” She grabs her coffee and leaves, heading upstairs to her room. Sainte two, Honey one! I wait a couple seconds and follow her.
When I get to
her room, her door is closed. I don’t even bother knocking. I open the door and barge right in. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?”
She jumps, and her bag of coke drops to the floor.
I swoop down before she can and snatch it from her. “Oh, what’s this?” I ask, playing dumb. She knows I know what it is, but I still make a big deal of it.
“It’s mine!” she yells.
I open the bag and stick my pinky in and then touch it to my tongue. “Nope, it ain’t powdered sugar.”
“Will you give that back to me!”
“Now tell me, Honey, how would Ice react knowing you had a bag of coke in your room?”
“I was just going to flush it. After our talk last night, I realized you were right and I needed to get rid of it.” She’s lying through her teeth, and she knows I know it, but she has no idea I’m about to call her bluff.
“Oh, really? Well it’s a good thing I’m here. We can flush it together.”
“I’m perfectly capable of flushing it myself. I really don’t need your help.”
“Oh but, darlin’, I think you do.” I hold up the bag and walk into the bathroom. Turning back at her, I ask, “Are you coming?”
She runs after me, trying to grab the bag. “You have no idea what that cost me. Please, Sainte, let me have it and I promise I won’t buy any more.” Finally, now we’re getting a little honesty.
I hold the bag up where she can’t reach it. “Tell me what you paid for this shit.”
“Fifty bucks,” she says proudly.
I laugh. “There is no fuckin’ way you paid fifty bucks for all this coke. What did you have to do?” I know how dealers operate. With a woman like Honey, I’m sure she had to perform some sexual favor to get this bag. I cringe to think what she did and brace myself for her answer.
“It’s none of your business.” She turns away from me. I knew it.
Feeling bad now that I’m giving her such a hard time, I touch her shoulder. “What did you do, Honey?” I ask in a serious, we’re-no-longer-playing tone. Now that she’s starting to talk, I don’t want to ruin it with banter. She needs to know I can be a grown up too and I’ll listen to her.
She turns around, and there are tears in her eyes. The difference between the tears from last night and these is that these are genuine. She is truly embarrassed and disgusted with herself. “I had to give him a blowjob.” She waits for my reaction, which I don’t give her. The last thing I want to show her is disappointment or shock. “Are you happy now?”
“Now why would that make me happy? This is not the person you want to be. Why are you giving in to this madness?”
She sits on the bed.
“You’re better than this.” I reach for her hand. “You beat this before. Don’t let it take over your life before you can’t control it.”
“It already has.” She can no longer look at me and sits there with her head lowered. God, this poor girl. She’s letting this destroy her. Guilt is eating at her, and coke is the only way she knows how to deal with it.
“Answer me this: Do you want this?” I hold up the bag of coke.
“No,” she replies without any hesitation.
“Do you need this?”
She looks up at me, and in just above a whisper, she says, “Yes.”
I sit there for a moment and think. I promised Ice I would handle this, but where do you draw the line between what your heart and your head tell you to do? If I give it back to her, I’m no better than the pusher she gave the blow job. I know the right thing to do. I should flush it. I also know that by flushing it, it will help her. But then she will hate me. She already hates you.
I get up from the bed, and she watches me closely. I walk into the bathroom.
“Sainte, please,” she begs.
I pause at the toilet.
“Sainte, please.”
I dump the bag in the toilet and flush, then walk out of the bathroom.
“I fucking hate you!” she yells.
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” I turn and walk out of her room. I hear her crying as I walk down the hall. It breaks my heart, and I want to go in there and comfort her. I want to hold her, but I can’t. Tough love, Ice said, and he’s right.
When I get downstairs, I see Ice walking in the door. “Hey,” I say as I take a seat at the bar where I left my coffee.
He sits in the chair next to me. “Anything goin’ on?”
I smirk. “You don’t wanna know.”
“What?”
“We’ll talk later.” I look around to see if Honey came down, but she’s not around. I still don’t want to take any chances. I want her to think Ice is oblivious to her using for now. “Where’s Emma?”
He shrugs. “Yesterday was a bit much for her. She wanted to stay home and get some work done.” He’s got me worried now.
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s fine, just tired.” He heads into the kitchen and returns to his seat a few minutes later with a hot cup of coffee.
“Did you hear the kid’s heartbeat?”
He smiles. “Yeah, but I can’t wait to see it myself.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “Emma has a snapshot I’m sure she’s shown everyone, but I’m telling you, it looks like a blob on that thing. I want to see it live and moving on the screen.” Ice had been in Ireland during her last ultrasound and missed the appointment. He was mad as hell for missing it too. He has yet to see his kid, and I know it’s killing him.
“Please tell me you didn’t tell Emma that you think your kid looks like a blob.”
He laughs. “Are you kidding? If I did, I wouldn’t be standing here in one piece right now.”
We both laugh.
We shoot the shit for a couple minutes until Honey comes down the stairs. She’s got her purse and her keys. “Where ya goin’? I ask.
“Well, if it is any of your business, I have an appointment this morning.”
“Appointment?” I ask. “Where?”
“Aren’t we nosy this morning?” She digs around in her purse and pulls out a tube of lipstick. She puts some on as Ice and I patiently wait for her to tell us where she’s going. When she realizes we both expect her to answer, she throws the tube of lipstick in her purse and says, “It’s for a massage. Happy now?”
“Why would you pay money for a massage? I could do it for free,” I say teasingly.
She turns without a word and stomps out the door.
I turn toward Ice. “Gotta go.”
He gives me a knowing look. I grab the keys to my bike and head out. Honey is pulling out of the parking lot when I get outside. I run to my bike, start it up, and pull out right behind her.
She knows I’m following her, and that’s okay. It’s no big secret. She pulls up in front of Tranquil Gardens Day Spa. Maybe she was telling the truth… or did she just pull in here ’cause she knows I’m right behind her? I guess I’ll know soon enough if she really has an appointment.
I pull in next to her as she is getting out of her car. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“A massage sounded good. I thought I’d get one too.”
“You have to have an appointment, Sainte. They are booked months out,” she says as she walks to the door and disappears inside.
I wait about ten minutes and then I proceed inside. The girl at the front desk is cute, and when she sees me, her eyes tell me she likes what she sees.
I walk up to the counter. “Hey, doll, what’s your name?”
She smiles demurely. “Brooke.”
“Well, Brooke, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” I lean on the counter in a flirtatious way and smile at her.
“Sure, what do you need?”
“You have an appointment for an Amanda Benson?”
She looks down at her books. “Yes, she just went back to change.”
“Well, Amanda is my fiancée, and I would really love to surprise her. I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you let me be her masseuse today.”
; She hesitates. “I really shouldn’t, sir. You know… client privacy and all that.”
I nod. “I understand. It was worth a shot.” I turn to leave, but she calls back at me.
“Wait, are you a member of the MC?”
No shit, darlin’. I just have a cut on that has the Knights of Silence rocker on it. But I turn the charm back on and turn back around.
“Yes, I’m their sergeant at arms.” I’m sure she has no idea what that means, but it sounds official.
“A hundred bucks you say?”
I reach in my pocket and pull out the hundred to hold it up. “Yep.”
She looks around to see if anyone is watching and grabs the hundred from my hand. “Come this way.”
She takes me to a back room. “You can get ready in here.” Then she points at a door on the other side of the room. “Amanda is right through that door. I will tell Giselle I’ve assigned someone else to her. You have one hour.”
I kiss her on the cheek, and she blushes. “Thanks, darlin’.”
Chapter 8
Honey
I have been looking forward to this spa day for weeks now. When I booked it, Emma wanted to come with me. She wanted to make it a girls’ day, like we did for my first real date with Hawk. I couldn’t have handled that, and I told her I needed some me time. Frankly, she has been annoying the hell out of me, and I do so much better when she’s not around. And, I don’t need any more reminders of Hawk.
Sainte is watching me like crazy now. It totally sucks that I’m on his radar. I still can’t believe he flushed everything this morning. It’s a good thing I kept some back for emergencies because I won’t be able to buy another bag until Friday when Ice pays me. I just have to ration what’s left, to control my usage and limit it to once a day. I wonder if I asked Ice for an advance on my pay, if he would give it to me. I shake my head. No fuckin’ way. Even if Sainte didn’t tell him I was using, that little scene with Emma yesterday probably already sealed my fate. I’ll be on Ice’s bad side for a while now because I yelled at his precious Emma.
