by H. J. Bellus
A bone chilling sensation floats inside me with the knowledge of Grizz standing feet from me, leaving me again, and Thomas busting into the room threatening to ruin everything.
“Listen, Grizz,” I try to get out, as Thomas continues to pound on the door.
Grizz doesn’t even take the time to look at me. I grab his hand and cling to him, this time not giving him the chance to let go.
“Listen, asshole, I haven’t been with another man since the Devils, not even Thomas. My body won’t allow it. I know you won’t hurt me…it’s just, I’m—I’m—”
“I’m gonna fucking kill the bastards,” he roars.
Well, Thomas definitely knows someone is in here with me. As sick as it sounds, I start to quietly giggle and then remind Grizz of one very important fact.
“You already killed them.”
He shrugs his shoulders, and grabs me. “Piper, I’m so fucking sorry. I had no clue.”
“Of course, you didn’t. You never talked to me afterwards.”
The door swings open. Thomas and two of his security guards stand on the other side of the door. The look on his face makes me sick, but I know what I must do. I have to do the right thing this time. Just like Grizz did. Stand up, take the consequences, and then go after what I want. I feel Grizz arms wrap around me from behind to cover my breasts.
“I’m sorry, Thomas.”
“What the fuck is going on?” he roars.
“I don’t want you. I choose Grizz.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, you cunt? After everything we’ve been through and you do this? Did you have him hidden in the fucking closet while you married me? God, you ARE trash and always will be. I should’ve listened to my mother.”
“Yes, you should’ve,” a strange voice comes from behind Thomas and the security guards.
In a matter of seconds, both guards are laying on the ground then I have a clear picture of Digger, slightly aged, laying Thomas out. Straight to the ground.
“Fucking hurry up,” he growls and then walks away.
“Prison did him good—not,” I mumble.
“Piper, shut up and get dressed,” Grizz says.
“Make me,” I taunt.
Grizz rips off his hoodie jacket, slips it over my head, and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Piper, will you forever be my bitch?”
“Are you asking me to marry—”
“Shut up, Piper girl, and just answer the fucking question.”
“Do I get my bubble bath?”
“Piper, it’s a yes or fucking no, and I’d appreciate an answer before I have to fight off another group of people.”
“Yes,” I squeal.
“Good. Turn around.”
Grizz grabs my shoulders and spins me around so my back is against his chest. I feel his hand cover my mouth and the amazing sensation of his smooth leather glove covering part of my face while his fingertips cover a portion of my mouth.
“Wrong place, wrong time brought us together. I love you, Piper girl.”
Grizz then drags me out of the dressing room.
Chapter 12
A month later
Piper
“Grizz, this is the third time I’ve sucked you off and you’ve reneged on your promise of a bubble bath,” I scream over the running water.
No response comes from my biker.
“Are you fucking ignoring me?” I scream to myself apparently.
I decide just like the other two times not to waste the perfectly scented water. Stripping off my clothes, I remember to turn on my iPod and then turn to slip in the tub.
“Were you saying something?” comes Grizz’s voice.
“Yeah, asshole, that YOUR bathwater is ready.”
“My bathwater?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“You promised,” I say, sticking out my bottom lip, hoping to tempt him just a little bit.
It’s been about a month since Grizz kidnapped me and brought me home where I belong in his cabin. It was a long eight hour drive. We split it up into a two day trip on the back of his bike.
We each had plenty of time to digest everything that went down and then we both found the courage to ask each other the questions we needed to know. Grizz wouldn’t let the Devils go or the incident. He wanted details and to know exactly what each man did to me. I couldn’t see the purpose in rehashing any of it since they were all dead.
I, in turn, grilled him about sending back my letters. I could and always will understand him going to prison. Grizz is a stand up guy, loyal as fuck, and served his club, so the prison time to me was a no brainer. However, ignoring me by sending back the letters was my main fighting point. I easily forgot the image of Kathy riding him, but my letter returned in my mailbox was not easy to digest.
Our night in the hotel wasn’t pretty. Lots of broken glass, sheet rock, and hurt feelings were slung all over the place. May not have been healthy, but we definitely laid everything out on the line that night.
I half expected Grizz to take me then in the midst of all the anger and emotions. The want for each other lingered in the air, but I also sensed a distinct message he wasn’t going to touch me. As if I were his porcelain doll, Grizz put me on a shelf and tried to only look at me. This lasted for days, then the slow kissing began and light touching, but nothing serious or passionate. He’s now afraid of me.
“I know I fucking promised you, Piper,” he said while pulling his shirt over his head.
Immediately, I start to jump up and down doing a little victory dance. I know this dance annoys the piss out of the man, but deep down, he enjoys every minute of it. Especially, since I’m buck-naked. Placing my hands behind my head, I start to flap them back and forth while wiggling my knees to the rhythm, singing, “Woot, Woot, bubble bath.”
“Jesus Christ, woman, get in the fucking tub.”
“Nope, not until you do. I’m not being fooled again. You just strip on down, big daddy and I’ll jump in on your lap.”
“I’ll show you big daddy,” he mumbles as he strips off his jeans.
Grizz stands before me naked and scared to death. I know he’s scared of not being able to control himself around me and hurting me. I’ve been very honest with him about being scared to let another man in me, but I know he belongs in me.
“Grizz, look at me,” I whisper.
When he doesn’t respond, I walk over to him and huddle up against his back. He turned on me as soon as he saw me making my way to him.
“I’m ready, Grizz. Ready for you to make love to me.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready, Piper. I just can’t get that shit out of my mind and the sight of you being tortured at the hands of those fuckers.”
“Please stop,” I beg.
Without any other word, Grizz effortlessly lifts me up, climbs into the tub, and places me in the tub.
“Okay, I’m in the fucker. What do I do now?” he growls.
“OMG, you ass. You enjoy it. Relax, enjoy me, and just well, relax, asshole.”
“I’m not cut out for this shit, Piper,” he growls into my ear.
“Hold me, Grizz,” I finally whisper, knowing I will never win an argument with this man. Never!
For once in our relationship, I guess if you can call it that, he listens. Grizz’s arms wrap around my waist, and for the first time, I notice the blood on his arm. Little spatters of dried red cover the length of his forearm.
“What is this?” I ask, as I drag my finger over the dried blood.
“What the fuck does it look like?”
“You know what I mean, Grizz.” I taunt, spinning around in his arms so we’re face to face.
“Not a good idea, Piper girl. Stop.”
Every muscle in Grizz’s body below me tenses. Considering everything we’ve been through, this should be the least bothersome thing, but not to my man. I can feel him hard and ready against my belly, and instead of asking permission or worrying if he’s picturing me on that pool table, I just go
for it.
Acting quick and thinking even faster, I slide onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly and then sinking my teeth down into his neck to take away the pain of allowing him in me and the knee jerk reaction he was sure to provide.
“Piper,” he roars.
Releasing my teeth from his flesh, I speak the truth for the first time since I was raped.
“Grizz, I’m going to make love to you. You don’t want me and I understand why. I can’t physically go on one more day without you. I need you inside me every day. I need you to love me without fear of hurting me. I need it all from you. If you can’t give it, then you might as well send me back to Thomas. I’m going to fucking love you and make love to you, Griffith Dean King, for the rest of my days. I only hope to convince you to love me back again.”
I had promised myself to never call him by his birth name. I know what it represents and how haunting his past is, but the harsh truth is he’ll never be able to love me again if he doesn’t see how truly beautiful he is.
“I love you, Griffith Dean King. I love you, Grizz. I love you, biker boy. It’s the simple truth. Let me back in, baby.”
I feel both of Grizz’s strong hands finally grip my hips. As he squeezes down, it’s the hard, almost hurtful love from him I’m so used to. It has been years, but my body instantly recognizes his pain and desire. So many nights I had thoughts of Grizz making love to me and wondering if I would be able to handle him or the fact of letting another man inside me. In this moment, I know without a doubt I won’t be able to live without the man in me forever.
“Let me in, Grizz,” I whisper again.
The water sloshes over the edge of the tub as Grizz takes a chance, letting me completely back in his life. His hands continue to pierce my skin as he shows me the only way he knows how.
“Never stop loving me, Grizz,” I whisper, as tears stream down my cheeks.
“Shut up, bitch. I’ve waited for this quick fuck for years.”
Bubbles of giggles escape from me while Grizz quick fucks the shit out of me in our smelly bath bubbles.
“Not going to last long,” he growls out.
Grabbing Grizz’s hair, I hold on for dear life while he has his way with me. I feel his teeth bite onto one of my nipples. The pain is so pure, I almost have to pull away from him.
“Piper, I wasn’t in another girl that night you called for help. I said it to prove a point to Animal. Digger had a woman. I haven’t been inside another pussy since you.”
His words hit me hard, the pain from them bare and the pain from his hands tearing into my side and the unrelenting fucking set me loose. I lose all sense of control, throw away all fears of handing my life over to a biker forever and never going back to the old Piper, never. He is all the success I will ever need.
“You are mine forever, Piper Jones. I will control every part of your life, you’ll be my old lady, suck my cock when I tell you to, and make me pancakes for the rest of my life,” Grizz grunts as his hot semen flows inside me.
Scraping sounds soon echo around in the small bathroom. They instantly catch my attention and no matter how loved I am by Grizz, I will always be aware of my surroundings and sounds. Always. Instantly, I freeze and begin to shake.
“Calm down, baby. I bought you something. Look up,” Grizz whispers into my hair.
Peeking up above Grizz’s shoulder, I see a chromed out Great Dane puppy. Gasping, I cover my mouth and stare at the little puppy, well, little for a Great Dane, staring back at him with it’s head tilted to the side.
Tears instantly stream down my face. I can only picture and remember Chrome. All the time spent together side by side, all the pancake batter devoured, I see a baby Chrome standing before me.
“It’s a girl. You can name her, just no pussy princess type of shit you like.”
“Oh baby, I love you.”
I know I’ll never have children because I’m missing all the parts to do so, but this puppy will be our child in our perfect home. I silently vow to stand by Grizz no matter the circumstance, be his old lady and love him fearlessly, no matter the choice he makes next, whether it be the MC or finding a job in town. I’m his. By his side, forever and always, and deep down I know he’s a biker for life.
“Her name is Callie. I love you, Grizz.”
Epilogue
Flight 633
Arrival Time: 2:42 p.m.
Ahead of schedule 33 minutes
Fucking Piper has been gone for a week to firm up her new online business with her partners. At home and online being the key words. I’ve been fucking cagey this last week, destroying everything I come in contact with because I, for one, know all of Piper’s seduction skills better than anyone. If my girl wants something, she gets it.
Piper: Landed
Ten minutes later.
Piper: Coming your way
I still don’t text, and it drives Piper fucking insane, but being the persistent little shit she is, she’s never given up on me. After everything I put this girl through, she ought to be running for the big city and corporate hell she loves so much. I find myself wanting to scare her away from me, knowing all I have to offer is pain and a scarred history. Our scars are deep and not pretty. When my words strike and lash out, all I get from Piper is, “Grizz, I love you. Deal with it. You can be a raging dickhead, throw words at me, and even tie me up again, but you have no idea how YOU are the one that truly saved me. For some reason you will never understand that, but I will keep reminding you for the rest of my days.”
Then she strips and I forget fucking everything about our ugly past. My cock takes over. Like I said, the little shit has seduction tactics she’s probably been using the last seven days with me states apart.
“Griffith,” I hear her squeal before I spot her.
She and only she, as in Piper Jones, is allowed to call me Griffith. Just like on the first day I spotted her, she is dressed in a short black skirt with a white button up shirt, which is not buttoned up properly, I may add. And those shoes. It has always been her shoes that get me. Red motherfucking high heels. The bitch can run in them.
She takes off running, but not before acknowledging the man beside her. Upon closer inspection it is not a man, but a motherfucking young stud muffin.
Piper bolts towards me and jumps up into my arms.
“Oh my God, Griffith, I am never leaving you again. That was hell. Never again,” she whispers into my lips.
“Who the fuck was that?” I growl.
“Oh, that’s Zac. We’re going to shoot him for our next campaign. Fresh face, I met him on the plane.”
“You’re not shooting him, nor going near him and his fucking pics will not be on your laptop.”
“Is my big bad biker boy jealous?”
“Piper. Don’t push me.”
“Or?” she taunts.
“Or, I’ll lay you out right on this airport floor and fuck you. I may even make that puke Zac watch me take you.”
With my words, I see a little twinkle in Piper’s eyes. I treated her with kid gloves for months after we reunited, scared shitless I’d hurt her or set her progress back. She begged, prodded, and poked me to act like myself. Each day, I find myself getting there little by little. The shitstorm we went through was downright devastating, the worst nightmare ever, but it has drawn us even closer together. Our type of love shouldn’t even exist.
“Grizz, you are so insanely jealous.” She chuckles against my lips.
“You’re insanely hot, slutty, and hold a magical power to make dicks across America do whatever you tell them. I have a right to be neurotic over you.”
“Shut up and kiss me, boy.”
I listen. I always listen, but never let her know that. We pick up her bag and head home.
“You brought the bike,” she squeals.
“Is that shock or excitement?” I ask, hugging her from the back and resting my chin on her shoulder.
It’s only on rare occasions these days that I ride.
Riding is my only form of therapy. The worst thing about this type of therapy is reliving every ugly second of my past, but I’m ready to promise myself to Piper and another club. I need it to live.
Piper relaxes back into me, laying her head on my shoulder. Our first night together after our five-year separation, we hashed shit out in the hotel room. Things got ugly and I fucking nearly walked away from her once again. It was one of her revelations that fucking destroyed me.
“Want to know what I missed most? You coming up behind me and holding me like you’ve always owned me. Knowing that you would never hold me again like that nearly killed me. I know that when you are at my back, no one can ever hurt me, not even myself. I can also see my future straight ahead of me, and it is all us. Just us, not the club or the business world, but us, the two damaged people. It’s also the first way you ever held me. Remember? I never want to forget it. Never stop holding me like this, Grizz.”
I told Piper, I could never promise her with vows, flowers, or a fucking ring, but I would always have her back, be her everything, and love her hard with my all. She is my addiction, poison, and antidote all in one. I need to have her the rest of my days, hold her and love her. Piper accepted my proclamation of love and we promised each other to never go back to anything less. Love forever. Love hard. Love till we die. That’s us.
“Why the bike, and what about my suitcase?”
“I brought Digger. Your suitcase can ride bitch with him. And I’ve fucking jerked off picturing you seated on the back of my bike in your prissy ass business clothes with those heels. So, get your ass on my bike, old lady.”
“Old lady,” she whispers, turning her head, brushing her lips against my cheek.
“Old lady,” I whisper back.
“You’re mine, Griffith.”
“Yes, I am,” I say, and cover her mouth with my hand. Instead of biting me this time, she kisses it.
***
Sometime later…
