Point of Return

by Stacey Lynn

  “No,” I snapped at her. How could she go through so much and still not trust that I was just trying to keep her safe? The sooner she learned she was under me… the sooner she’d be under me. Shit. I adjusted my jeans. Thinking of her under me, and still chained to my makeshift bed at camp made me hard. I grabbed a clean shirt and boxers. “I’m going to take a shower and then we’ll talk.”

  “Get me out of these damn cuffs,” she growled at me. Her eyes lit up like fire. I loved it. No way in hell was I letting her out of the cuffs. “They hurt,” she pouted. “Daemon?”

  I faced her and took the few steps to close the distance between us. Standing over her, I looked at the leather cuffs. One hooked to the metal frame of the bed. The other was softly wrapped around her wrist. I reached out, tugged on the cuffs, and saw there wasn’t any redness on her skin from chafing. She sighed and relaxed and then I pulled back.

  I showed her my wrists where the plastic dug in and cut my skin. “Try being zip-tied, your wrists are fine.”

  I listened to her curse and scream at me for teasing her until the sound of the shower drowned out her shouting. Part of me wanted to yell at her for her naivety and stupidity.

  The other part of me, the part that was getting harder by the second, just wanted her. It had been too long. Besides minor fooling around, I still hadn’t had Liv the way I wanted to.

  I was hard. I wanted her. With a groan, I reached out and wrapped my hand around my thick dick. One hand braced on the shower wall. Only a curtain separated me from anyone who wanted to walk by but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to blow my load before I took all my frustration out on Liv.

  I moved my hand up and down, feeling the water and soap move against my hard skin and closed my eyes. Liv’s mouth wrapped around my dick. Me sliding into her. Taking her. Fucking her. Loving her.

  With every thought, I gripped myself harder and faster. I wanted her. I wanted to love her, and I wanted to keep her safe. I wanted her swollen lips on mine and I wanted to sink into her pussy until she screamed my name.

  With a final moan, and the thought of screwing Liv with my tongue until she was recklessly losing herself for me, I came. I shot my come out all over the cheap and slightly moldy wall and used both hands to brace myself, holding myself up so I didn’t collapse under my shaking knees.

  Shit, I wanted her. I wasn’t even pissed anymore. It wasn’t Liv’s fault that as much as she had seen growing up, she still didn’t truly understand our lives. She knew it was dangerous, but she didn’t get the severity of it. Maybe none of us had helped her by shielding her from the worst of it.

  Deciding to be honest and clue her in on everything I could, I dried my body and wrapped a towel around myself. I ignored my clean and dirty clothes on the bathroom floor.

  Liv drove me crazy.

  I wanted to drive her insane.

  She had calmed down by the time I got out of the shower and walked back into my room. She scowled at me and turned her head away. But on the way, I saw her eyes drop to my towel and her cheeks turn a pale pink.

  I smirked at her and stood next to the bed.

  “You could have got yourself killed yesterday.” The very thought, the very sound of the words leaving my mouth made my skin boil. My nostrils flared and I took a breath to calm down. It didn’t quell the rage and fucking fear I felt at seeing her in some biker’s face.

  “Faith needed help.”

  I looked over Liv’s shoulder at the wall. I fucking loved her determination, her ability to want to take care of anyone—everyone—who hurt.

  “We’re taking care of Faith,” I clipped out. “There’s too much shit you don’t know about and you actin’ like you did yesterday, it’s gonna get more of my brothers hurt, or killed.”

  “Daemon.” I looked down at her on my bed, cuffed. She said my name quietly. A plea for something. Fuck, if I didn’t want it to be a plea for me and me alone. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about the club, I just saw that guy pulling on Faith’s arm and yelling at her. I couldn’t let him hurt her.”

  A flash of Mills getting in Liv’s face went through my mind and again, all I saw was red.

  “They fuckin’ own her, Liv.” I heard her gasp, but I continued because this was the shit she needed to know. “She’s not a fuckin’ paid escort. Faith’s mom sold her to them for her drug money. It’s their fuckin’ right to do whatever they want to do to her.” I stared directly at her. Her mouth twisted and her face turned green like she was going to throw up, but I didn’t bother softening anything else for her. “You fuckin’ with them, yesterday, that shit could get her killed. Or hurt—bad. Do you get that?”

  My voice was louder and harsher than I intended. I took a breath to calm down. It didn’t help much.

  “Ryker gets it. We’re handlin’ it and shit will be fine after we get back home. But right now, I don’t give a shit about Faith—”

  “Hey!”

  “That’s not what I meant. But I care more about you, Liv.” I moved close so she could see me; really fuckin’ see me, and the fuckin’ fear I felt, when she was in trouble. How could she not know this?

  “And you takin’ off when I told you—fuckin’ told you—to wait and take a guard, pisses me off. You need to get that if you’re back in this life, you’re in it. You’re not on your own and there is—and always will be—shit goin’ on that you don’t know about. You have to fuckin’ trust that I’m lookin’ out for you.”

  Her wrists jerked against the cuffs. “Don’t be an asshole,” she snapped. She fought against the cuffs on the bed, her arms spread wide at her shoulders. She kicked until I put a hand on each of her ankles. Holding her down, spread fuckin’ eagle on my bed, I pushed her ankles into the bed and shifted, not giving a shit that my towel loosened.

  “Be pissed all you want, but it doesn’t change anything.” I nodded my head toward the door. “You want out? Get out and run away again. You want to stay? Then stay and fuckin’ listen to me. It’s your choice, Liv.” I couldn’t take looking at her anymore. Her cheeks were pink. Her jaw clenched together, she was breathing deep and heavy and her eyes were glazed over. She may have been mad at me, but she was turned on too, and it was hot as hell.

  I intended to take advantage of it.

  I climbed on the bed and my towel fell away. Liv’s eyes dropped to my dick that was hard and throbbing again. Not that it was anything new when she was around.

  I smirked when she brought her eyes to mine. My hands moved to her hips and I pulled her down further onto the bed so she was almost lying flat underneath me.

  “You gonna run, Liv?” I asked, just before I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers.

  She inhaled a quick breath and said nothing. My hand on her hip pushed her firmly into the bed. My control and my lust were seconds from snapping.

  I felt the slightest shake of her head and I brought my lips to her neck. “Tell me, Liv. Are you running?”

  “No.” I felt her head shake slightly and I barely heard the word. I dragged a hand slowly up her body wishing, like hell, she were naked, too. I wanted to see all of her.

  “You sure?” I pressed another kiss to her shoulder as my hands began pushing up her shirt. When it was above her chest, I flicked her bra cups down. It pushed her breasts up and her nipples were hard and bright pink. I flicked one with a finger and she gasped.

  “You can run now. Or you can stay,” I muttered right before I lowered my mouth over one of her nipples. Jesus.

  Sweet and sweaty.

  Her fuckin’ breasts felt amazing and soft in my hands. Fuckin’ perfection and I wanted to keep my mouth glued to her all damn fuckin’ day. I licked and sucked her nipples with my mouth and tongue, and pulled on them with my fingers. Liv shifted underneath me, arched her hips into me, and moaned.

  “Stay,” she said. “I’m staying… Daemon…”

  I smiled against her skin and then I leaned back on my knees.

  “Want you.” I stared at her, my hands firml
y on her hips again, my dick hard between us. She looked like a fuckin’ naughty goddess with her bra still on and her tits pushed between her bra and her shirt.

  I removed her skirt without asking. Through the small crotch of her thong, I could see how wet she was. My dick twitched in anticipation.

  Liv blinked and I leaned down so she could see me. My hair, still wet from the shower, fell from my shoulders. I watched her squirm as a few water drops hit her flat stomach “I want you. Like this. Spread out for me in my bed… cuffed and waitin’ for me every night.”

  “I…” I didn’t give her a chance to argue before I leaned down again and took control of her mouth. She submitted instantly. I felt her arms go lax and her body sink further into the bed. Our tongues swirled together. Sweat, salt, wet, hot… fuckin’ perfection on my tongue.

  My body wanted to sink into her. My head—the one not filled with blood and lust—remembered.

  “Not gonna fuck you tonight, Liv.”

  She moaned against my skin and the vibrations went right to my dick. “Gonna make it good for you though. And when you’re ready for me… for all of me… to be on my bike and in my bed and livin’ in my house permanently… then I’m gonna make love to you. It might be hard fuckin’ or sweet and slow lovin’, but however I give it to you, you’re gonna take it.”

  My hand brushed against her thong and she whimpered. Fuckin’ whimpered like she couldn’t take it anymore.

  I watched her eyes roll back as my first finger slid into her. Jesus. She was hot and wet and she clamped down on my finger like a vice grip. I pulled my finger out and spread her juices all around her opening and her clit before pushing two fingers back in.

  “Ahh,” she moaned and rocked against me. I thought of how tight she’d be around my dick when I could finally be in her and almost exploded. “Daemon.”

  “Yeah, baby?” I asked, leaning down and licking the skin on her neck. So warm and sweet. Liv was always so damn sweet.

  “No running… again.”

  I almost laughed, but I was enjoying the feeling of my fingers too much and the way my dick was rubbing against her stomach. She wasn’t speaking sentences anymore and her eyes couldn’t stay open. At the first feel of her pussy contracting around my fingers I pulled out.

  “Shit!” she swore and her eyes flung open.

  I grinned and moved down the bed, spreading her legs wide. “I want to taste you.”

  Her lips twisted and her eyebrows dropped. “I’m not sure…”

  “It’s okay, babe,” I whispered, my hands lightly moving along her stomach. Smooth, soft, tan. She was always so fucking perfect. “I need to taste you. I’ve wanted this and I need to give this to you.”

  Slowly, she nodded. My tongue flicked out and licked her clit. Her hips jumped right into my face so I gripped her, holding her down. She was wild and hot and tasted so fuckin’ creamy. I could eat her for hours… for days and never get sick of the taste of Liv.

  She came almost immediately, screaming my name and her wrists rattling the metal headboard on my bed. Her thighs clamped around my face, I kept tasting her as she poured into me. I came all over my bed like a damn virgin looking at porn for the first time. I didn’t give a shit.

  I’d do anything for Liv, even if it meant waiting longer.

  She was heaven, fuckin’ heaven.

  If I could have forced my brain to form a thought, I might have felt bad that I didn’t do anything to get Daemon off. Instead, I watched him wipe off the mess he made all over his own stomach and bed covers. I smiled, knowing that I could drive him just as crazy as he drove me.

  Because he did. My head was still spinning from the force of the orgasm. I had wanted him inside me, except I wasn’t ready. How Daemon knew that without me having to tell him, I didn’t know, but I was glad he recognized it anyway.

  “I feel bad,” I finally said when he had cleaned up and came back to the bedroom. I was still trussed up to the bed but Daemon had fixed my shirt and bra.

  He shot me a look as he threw on a pair of jeans. “About what?”

  My lips twisted and I looked away from him. But I had promised I wasn’t going to run and I wasn’t going to leave. Hiding from him was the same thing. I looked right at him and let out a shaky breath.

  “I feel bad that I’m not sadder.”

  I didn’t know how to say it. How could I tell him that I missed Travis or that I was sad about losing the baby? But none of those losses compared to how I would feel if I didn’t have Daemon. This was what I struggled with.

  That on one hand, I felt almost relieved.

  “You feel whatever you need to. Nobody can tell you the right way to handle your losses but you.” Daemon sat down next to me on the bed. Quietly, I felt him release the cuffs from my wrists and then he pulled me so I was sitting in front of him, his legs spread around me.

  His warm hands came to my shoulders and began massaging them.

  “Next week, there’s gonna be a lot of shit that goes down back home.” My shoulders tensed under his hands. His fingers pressed into my skin and I heard him suck in a breath. I fought the urge to turn around and see what he was thinking.

  “I need you to trust me, Liv. I need to know that, no matter what happens, you won’t run again.”

  Something cold and icy spread through my veins at his words. I couldn’t place the voice he used; I had never heard him sound so worried before. He sounded foreign, almost lost in his own world.

  That was exactly what he looked like. Lost. He stared at the door across the room but he wasn’t seeing it.

  “Daemon?” I asked, and put a hand on his cheek. He shook his head and he blinked a few times. Whatever he had seen was gone. “What’s going on?”

  His nose twitched and his nostrils flared. I felt every muscle in him tense beneath me and next to me. Something was bad. I knew it.

  “I need you to promise you won’t run.” His eyes were trying to tell me something his words couldn’t.

  My hands tightened into fists and I frowned, looking at him. Nerves spun through my body and my skin itched everywhere.

  I climbed off the bed, putting distance between us. I rubbed my hands on my thighs to get the crawling feeling off me. It didn’t help. I stood there, feet from Daemon, and suddenly felt miles apart.

  “What is it?”

  “Don’t leave.” His eyes snapped to mine, there was a darkness in them I couldn’t place. How could he bring me to orgasm and make me feel more loved than I ever had in my entire life, and then bring everything crashing down at my feet moments later?

  “I won’t.” And I wouldn’t. I had already lived without Daemon. I couldn’t do it again.

  “You’ll want to.”

  My hands fell to my sides. “Why are you trying to scare me away?”

  His tongue flicked across his teeth and I watched his hands, the hands that had just pleasured me more than I had ever thought possible, scrub his beard and run wildly through his long hair. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all.

  Then it was gone. With one shake of his head, everything he had been thinking and trying to warn me about just… disappeared.

  “Never mind, I’m hungry. You want to go eat? Do some shopping you didn’t get done yesterday?”

  My head hurt from his mood swings. I didn’t want to go anywhere with him. I wanted to tell him to sit his ass down and tell me everything.

  I also knew… that if he didn’t want me to know something, he wouldn’t tell me. It was the way it had always been. This was where I needed to fit into his life, to trust him despite the secrets.

  “I need to shower,” I told him before I turned and rushed to the bathroom. My hands were shaky and my head was a mess.

  You’ll want to run. Don’t leave me.

  The two sentences rattled in my head throughout my shower. I thought of them while I used Daemon’s body wash to clean my skin and I thought of them while I scrubbed my hands through my hair.

  He knew something I d
idn’t. Something, that I could tell by the look in his eyes and the concerned way he looked at me—the fearful way he watched me—that would change everything.

  But I refused to leave. There was nowhere else for me to go.

  Jasper Bay was my home. The Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club was where I belonged.

  It only took two more seconds of me thinking about everything to realize that when I combined the two and added Daemon, that I realized he was exactly where I belonged.

  I couldn’t lose him.

  And whatever happened, we were in it together.

  I headed out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and my wet hair falling down my back, to tell him. To reassure him that whatever happened, I would stand by his side like the good little old lady I was going to be.

  When I hit his room, Daemon was completely dressed in his jeans, black t-shirt and leather cut. I smiled looking at the Lords’ logo covering the span of his back. Nordic Lords curved across the top and Jasper Bay curved across the bottom of it.

  His back was to me so I took the time to drink him in with my eyes. My body warmed all over again as I watched him move, shoving a roll of bills and change into a pocket before reaching for his gun and doing the same.

  I must have made a noise because he spun around with a lopsided smirk on his face. Then it fell as his eyes raked up and down my almost naked body.

  “You’re makin’ it tough to leave you right now.”

  His glare told me he wanted me. The way his hands balled into tight fists before he took two steps to me. He closed the distance until his hands rested on my hips and his body towered over me. The closeness warmed my cooling, wet skin.

  “Heading out?” I asked, and my lips dipped into a frown. “I thought we were doing some shopping.”

  “Can’t. Got a call and I need to return it. Won’t take long though,” he said softly and brushed my wet hair away from my face. “I need you to stay here.”

  I’d already learned that lesson. “I will.”

  His lips twitched. “Promise?”

  “I’ll be here when you get back, I promise.” I smiled. “No cuffs needed.”