After being on the road for six hours, I pull into the driveway of the little house that we rent together. Before I can even shut off the engine, I see her standing on the steps waiting for me. Putting my kickstand down, I get off my bike and make my way to her.
“Pepper,” I whisper. My voice sounds hoarse, like I’ve been crying for hours. Well I guess that isn’t too far from the truth. I spent most of the ride back crying and wishing that I never came up with this plan. Wishing that I never met Nash and wishing that I could take everything back.
“Sweetheart, how did it go? Did you find what you were looking for?” she asks, pulling me into the house.
“My father was going to sell me, and Nash killed him to protect me. I couldn’t go through with it. I don’t even know if that’s true, but that’s what he said. He knew who I was even before I walked into the club. He’s been watching me for the last ten years.” The tears stream down my face, and Pepper just holds me as I cry. I’ve never been much for crying, but I can’t stop right now. I need to get it out.
Pepper sits with me on the couch for what seems like hours before I finally stop crying. “What are you going to do?” Her voice is soft, and it’s almost like she is afraid of spooking me with her question.
“I don’t know. I don’t even know what to think anymore. How could the loving father I remember him to be do something like that? Nash said he had proof, but I didn’t get the chance to see it.” I wipe my eyes and sit back against the couch.
“I feel like you’re not telling me something.” She doesn’t typically sugar coat things and for her to do it now makes me smile.
“I slept with him.” I cover my face with my hands and when I peek through my fingers; I see the huge grin on her face.
“How was it?” Her eyes are wide and when I take my hands off my face, I have a hard time not telling her all the amazing details. “The only thing is I don’t know what to do now. He killed my father and even though it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, he’s been following me for years. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“Well, he must like you or something for him to keep tabs on you. Plus he wouldn’t have slept with you if there were any other reason. He’s watched you from afar for long enough. Maybe it’s time to see where things might lead.” She gives me a reassuring smile, but doesn’t say anything else.
Thinking things over, I can’t help but let my mind run a million miles an hour. Fuck it. I need to just move on with my life, and go back to living it for me instead of this stupid retribution plan that I’ve been consumed by all these years.
***
Six weeks have passed since I saw Nash, and, for the first time, I finally feel up to going out with Pepper and a few of our friends. After spending most of the night dancing our asses off and drinking margaritas at the bar, I make my way to the bathroom.
Walking down the dimly lit hallway, I feel someone watching me. When I turn around, I practically stumble into Nash. His blue eyes are icy and, even with the frown on his face, he’s still the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“What are you doing here?” I ground out. Part of me hates that he’s here in my town, but the other part of me wishes that he would just fuck me against the wall right here, right now.
Ever since I came home, I’ve been thinking about him, and the way his touch made me feel. Thinking about how he protected me even though I didn’t know I needed it.
He’s probably the reason that the boys I use to date never asked me out again, and why I was one of the lucky ones with the foster system. I never really had a bad family and the one time I was in a bad home, an accident happened and I was moved the next day.
“I’ve been worried about you.” He closes the distance between us and his hand reaches out and cups my cheek.
“Why do you care about what happens to me?” I spit, pushing his hand off of me. When I turn to walk away, he grabs me and pushes me up against the wall. His mouth is only an inch from mine and it’s the only thing I can focus on. I want nothing more than to close the distance between us, but I can’t. Part of me is still hesitant.
“Because I fuckin’ do. I’ve risked a lot to tell you the damn truth and I know that somewhere deep inside, you feel exactly what I do. I know you fuckin’ felt that spark between us the night we fucked and now that I’ve had you, I won’t let you walk away. Be pissed at me all you want, but that shit ain’t changing.” He presses his lips against mine and I willing open my mouth for more.
Our tongues dual against each other, and he pushes his body into mine. My fingers curl into the leather cut he’s wearing, and, if I’m honest with myself, I never want to let him go.
When he finally pulls his mouth off of mine, I suck in a breath and try to calm my erratically beating heart. His hand tangles into my hair and he pulls my head closer to him. He runs his nose along my jaw and down to my neck before he says anything else. “I’m not going to tell you that I’m sorry what I did ten years ago, but I will tell you that I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth sooner.”
“He was the perfect father. I just don’t get why he would even consider selling me to someone.” I try to remember the last thing my father said to me before he was shot, but I can’t. I remember him coming to get me and saying we had to go, but that’s all I can remember.
“I think he got in bad with some drug dealers and didn’t want to come to us for help. If he had asked, my old man would have taken care of his debt. But then again, we would have found out about you.”
A tear slides down my cheek and Nash’s thumb wipes it away. “You were the one who protected me from the foster family too,” I whisper. He gets a sad smile on his face and nods his head.
“The last woman you stayed with was actually my aunt. She was never able to have children herself and when I presented her this chance, she jumped at it. She loved you Thea,” closing my eyes, I think about Joanna and what an amazing woman she was. When she died last year, I was heartbroken. I felt like another piece of me died that day.
“You were there,” I state, looking up into his eyes. At first he doesn’t say anything but I can see the truth in his eyes.
“I was. I didn’t want you to know I was there so I stayed in the background. We lost an amazing woman that day but I know she’s looking over us. You made her life what it was, and I can’t thank you enough for that.” He presses his body into mine and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Did you come with your friends or did you ride?”
He grinds his dick into my hip and I know exactly where this question is leading. “I came with the girls.” I slide my hands up his tee shirt and my fingers trace every contour of his muscles.
“Tell them you’re leaving,” He growls, biting my ear lobe.
Nodding my head, I grab his hand and lead him back towards the dance floor where I see Pepper shaking her ass to the beat. When we finally push through the crowd to reach her, I see her eyeing Nash like he’s her next victim.
Leaning in to her, I tell her who he is. “Pepper this is Nash. We are going to get out of here. I’ll see you at home.” I give her a wink and a smile spreads across her face.
“Please tell me you’re going to let that fine as fuck biker fuck you until you can’t move again.” She looks over at Nash again and licks her lips. “Damn girl, I didn’t know he was that fucking hot. You could have warned me.” I look over my shoulder at Nash and I see a sexy grin on his face.
“Down girl,” I laugh.
She pouts out her lip and I kiss her cheek. She reaches out and grabs his hand pulling him to us.
“If you hurt her again, I’ll castrate you,” She warns.
“I have no plans on hurting her. The only plans I have for her are making her my ol’ lady and fucking her until your neighbors know my name.” He winks at her and wraps his arm around my shoulder. Pepper grins and slaps my ass before going back to dancing with the other girls.
“Let’s get out of here,” Nash whispers in my ear. His tongue snakes
along my earlobe and I can’t help but shiver at the feeling.
I slide my hand down his chest, and grab his already hard dick through his jeans. “Let’s go.”
He practically drags me out of the club, and towards his bike. I wait for him to get on, before I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.
“I have to say, Baby Girl, you looked fuckin’ beautiful before the tattoos, but now you’re fuckin’ breathtaking.” His fingers run down my thighs and right to the tattoos on them.
His right hand runs over the skull and roses and his eyes check out the details. Once he’s done with my left side, he checks out my right side. I haven’t had this tattoo very long and when his fingers trail over it, I get the chills. He studies the dragon on my other thigh, but still doesn’t say a word.
His hands go to my wrists and he looks at the name on my right one and he smiles back at me. He doesn’t say anything; instead he starts his engine and takes off towards my place.
When he pulls into my drive, he cuts the engine and helps me off. Instead of waiting for him, I make my way to the front door and unlock it. Making my way inside, I grab a bottle of water and take a few sips before I hear the door close and the lock put back into place.
When his hands grip my hips and pull me into his body, I move my head to the side and let him have access to my neck.
His lips trail over the skin softly and every kiss and suck brings little moans from my lips. His hands reach around to my stomach and slowly slide down and into my small shorts. Yeah, I’m not the type of girl to wear dresses to a club; instead I wear what is comfortable to me.
His fingers probe my pussy lips and his warm breath fans over my neck. “Second time you haven’t had any panties on. And here all this time I thought my girl would be a good girl.” Before I can say anything, he sinks a finger inside of me.
“Nash,” I moan. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making too much noise, but with what his fingers are currently doing, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep quiet for much longer.
Every thrust of his fingers makes my body tremble and I’m getting closer to the edge. “Judging by the way you were drinking tonight, I would guess you’re on the pill?” My head snaps in his directions and my eyes widen.
“What?” I ask.
“We fucked without protection six weeks ago,” He states like it’s no big deal. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. Instead he pushes me up against the counter and boxes me in. “Are you on the pill? Not a hard question Baby Girl.”
Part of me wants to smack him right now and the other part of me just wants him to fuck me already. “Yes,” I finally get out.
“Good,” He says with a wolfish grin on his lips. He spins me around and pushes my upper body down on the counter, spreading my legs. His hands grip my shorts and he undoes them before sliding them down my legs and letting them fall to the floor.
The rattle of his belt lets me know that I’ll be getting what I want in just a few moments and to be honest, I can’t wait.
He leans over me and kisses the back of my neck and while his hands slide up my shirt he grabs one of my tits and gives it some attention. I try to ease the throbbing in my pussy, but it’s no use.
He has me at an angle that makes it hard for me to shamelessly grind against him. Without warning, he slams into me, and pinches a nipple at the same time, causing me to moan out his name.
“God, Thea,” He moans as he thrusts into me at a slow pace. “Your pussy grips me so fucking tight.” Each thrust brings me closer to the edge. His fingers tug on my nipple and I arch my back.
“Harder,” I whimper. He does just as I ask as he fucks me roughly, causing my hips to hit the counter with each thrust. His other hand goes to my pussy and he smacks it lightly. “Fuck Nash,” I scream as I cum.
Huffing out a breath, I let my upper body rest on the counter as he continues his pace. His hand comes down on my ass and I can’t help but moan out his name. “You like when I spank you?” He grunts out.
I nod my head and he kisses my neck. “Mmm,” I moan. His hand comes down on my ass again and he fucks me hard until we cum together.
He rests his forehead against my back, taking a few deep breathes before he gently pulls out of me and spins me around. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Which room is yours?” He murmurs against my neck.
“The master. I’m surprised you don’t know that already,” I say with a smirk.
“I didn’t want to assume,” he says, running his hands up and down my ass cheeks.
He walks us to the bedroom at the end of the hall, and I try to make it as difficult as I can for him.
When he opens the door, and closes it behind us, I know I’m going to be in for it. He tosses me on my bed and then strips out of his clothes.
Making his way towards me, I sit up and lift my shirt up and over my head, letting him see every inch of my body.
Kissing his way up my body, I wait for him to straddle my body before I ask him a question that’s been burned into the back of my head since I met him at the strip club.
“Why did you continue to protect me even after all this time?” He rests in between my legs and puts his hands on my stomach. His lips flutter over my skin as he thinks about his answer.
“Even back then, I knew you’d still need me. Someone had to protect you from the foster system and I wasn’t about to tell the club about you. They would have brought you in and forced you to live the life and that wasn’t a life for a little girl. I wanted you to be able to have a future.” His cheek rests against my stomach and I run my fingers through his hair.
“Why did you let me try and seduce you when you knew what my plan was?” This time, when he looks up at me, he grins.
“I was hoping for this right here. I was hoping that even after what I put you through, there would be a reason for you to trust me. Fuck, watching you grow up over the years, I felt like I needed to protect you because you had no one else, but in reality I was already starting to fall for you.” He looks away and I can’t help but smile. His shyness is awfully cute, and I’m glad he told me the truth.
“You’re the only thing I’ve been able to think about for the last six weeks. A few weeks ago, I was going to face my fear and talk to you, but when I got to the clubhouse, and I saw the men and their families, I wasn’t sure I belonged there. My own father didn’t think I belonged there, so why would I?” My lip trembles, but that doesn’t stop Nash from scooting up and placing his lips on mine.
“Any time you want to come by the club, please do. I would love to see your sexy ass strutting around the clubhouse like the queen you are. From now on, you’re going to be on the back of my bike, in my bed, and right there next to me through every fuckin’ thing. I already told you that I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Grinning down at him, I can’t help but think that maybe it was fate that brought us together. Or maybe even dumb luck. But I’m glad that it happened. Looking into his eyes, I feel like for the first time in my life I’m right where I am meant to be.
Judging by the look in Nash’s eyes, I’m exactly where he wants me to be, too.
“Tomorrow, I want to take you home and introduce you to my brothers and the only family I’ve ever had. Trust me, Baby Girl, you’ll do fine and everyone will love you.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips and I pause for a second to ask him a question.
“Are you going to tell them who I am?” I ask.
“We can tell them as little or as much as you want. I’ll let you set the pace and I’ll just go along with it,” He traces his finger over the tattoo on my shoulder.
“The cross is for your old man?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.
“It was, but now it feels wrong. He made me believe that I was important to him, but in reality I wasn’t. I was just a pay day for him.” My voice cracks and Nash pulls me to him and rolls us over so he is on his back and I’m now on top of him.
“I know I
can’t answer for him, but I’m sure he loved you. He just made some bad decisions and you had to pay the price for them.” His hands run up and down my back and I rest my cheek on his chest.
“Tell me about the man you knew,” I whisper. My voice is choked up; it hurts to find out about a different side to the man I worshipped all my life.
“Eddy was a fucking blast. He always made sure that we were laughing and, for a while there, everyone thought that he had finally settled down with someone. It lasted a few years before he came back and drank more than I had ever seen him do before. He wouldn’t stick around like before, but he did come and go more. If we would have known about you, we would have pulled you in and made sure that you were protected,” he pauses for a second almost like he’s trying to remember something.
“He started drinking when she died,” I say, wiping my eyes. His eyes land on mine and I can see the pain in them. “She died when I was born. He told me that she died so I could live.” I bury my face into his neck and he holds me until I stop crying.
Being in his arms, I feel protected and even loved. Something I haven’t felt in a long time.
***
One year later
Walking into the clubhouse, I have on a pair of daisy dukes that barely keep from showing my ass cheeks off, but I don’t care. I see a few of the club whores giving me a dirty look, so I just flash them a smile.
You would think that, after a year, these catty bitches would stop looking at me like I stole their steak dinners.
Nash chose me, and, even though we don’t always get along, I know that there is nowhere else I would rather be than right here with him.
Looking around, I don’t see him anywhere. Walking over to the bar, I hear a few of the skanks whispering shit behind my back. Leaning on the bar top next to them, I give them something to talk about.
“You know I can hear you bitches running your mouths at every turn and, trust me when I say this, none of you will ever put your hands on him. If you so much as even touch him in passing, I won’t be afraid to break your fingers. He’s mine, and that isn’t going to change. So, why don’t you run along and find someone else to think about as your whore ass cums on your vibrators since it’s the only action you’ve been getting.”
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