Addicted to Love (Bayou Devils MC Book 2)

by A. M. Myers

  This isn’t going to last and there is no future for us, but Chance is different from the other guys I’ve hooked up with. Maybe it’s just the fact that he came into my life when I was feeling vulnerable, but he means something to me even if I know it will inevitably end.

  His hand slips up into my hair and he groans against my lips before pulling away. “Let’s get out and dry off. The water’s going to get cold soon and I have plans for you tonight.”

  I nod and climb off his lap, turning the water off as he steps out and grabs some towels. He tosses one to me and I watch him as we both dry off, wondering just what his plans for the rest of the night entail. When I’m dry, I wrap the towel around my chest and secure it before going to the mirror. Before I can do anything, Chance steps up behind me again and with a smile full of promise, releases my towel. It falls to the floor, but he never takes his eyes off me, switching between my gaze and the reflection of my body in the glass.

  He molds his body to my back and one hand wraps around me, positioned just underneath my breasts and the other slowly starts creeping down my stomach. Panting, I watch with laser focus as his fingers find my clit and his foot nudges mine. I spread my legs and plant my hands on the counter in front of me as he begins massaging my pussy, building me up to an earth-shattering orgasm quickly.

  “Look at me, Carly,” he whispers in my ear and my head jerks up, my eyes finding his in the reflection as he slips one finger inside me. Moaning, I lean back into him for support but he quickly pulls it out and goes back to teasing my clit.

  “Chance,” I whine and he flashes me a victorious grin.

  “On a scale of one to ten…”

  I don’t let him finish his question as I spin around and hop up onto the counter, my arms and legs wrapping around his body. He quickly abandons his revenge and picks me up off the counter with my legs firmly wrapped around his waist before carrying me into the bedroom.

  After laying me down on the bed, he pulls away and bends down, coming back up with a condom. He unwraps it and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he slips it on. His gaze finds mine once again and he puts his knee between my thighs as he moves over me on the bed. More than ready for him, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me, kissing him as he lines his cock up with my entrance. With his lips still pressed to mine, he thrusts forward slowly and all the air rushes out of my body in ecstasy. This is exactly what I needed.

  He sets a slow pace, alternating between looking in my eyes and kissing me and as he’s sinking into me, it occurs to me that I don’t know what to call this. Usually, I fuck guys or have sex with them, but this feels like more. Maybe it’s making love but since I’ve never experienced it, I can’t know for sure. Whatever it is, it’s intense. It’s like we’re the only two people on the earth and we have endless time to enjoy this moment. Here in my bedroom, my past is gone along with all my fears and for a second, I can allow myself to feel things that will never see the light of day.

  I want a snapshot of this moment in my mind for when this ends, so I can look back and be grateful for the time I did get to have. These past few weeks with him have to be enough to get me through the next seventy years and I want every second of it to be seared into my brain. Even our looming demise can’t ruin this perfection.

  Chance groans, closing his eyes for a brief moment before leaning down and kissing me again. Pressure coils inside me and I grip him tighter as my release starts to take control of me, crying out.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, his muscles tightening before he lets out a low groan that draws a little sigh of contentment out of me. After a few seconds, he pulls out of me and stands, tossing the condom in the trash before climbing back into bed and pulling me into his arms.

  “Shit, Princess, I think I saw stars that time.”

  I arch a brow and peek up at him. “You think? Guess I’ll have to work harder next time.”

  He chuckles and tucks me into his body, kissing the top of my head as he holds me. “Goodnight, baby.”

  “Goodnight, Chance,” I whisper and close my eyes, trying not to dwell on how many more times I’ll get to say that to him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chance

  “That the husband’s car?” Kodiak asks and I glance up from the folder in my lap as he nods to the sleek black sedan in the driveway. I glance back down to double-check our information before nodding.

  “Yeah, that’s him.”

  Kodiak studies the house for a second, his jaw ticking. “What the hell is he doing here?”

  “No clue,” I reply just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and read the text from Camilla, the woman we’re helping today. “She said he switched shifts with someone at the prison and he’ll be out of here in ten minutes.”

  “I have a bad feeling about this,” he grumbles, his gaze never leaving the house. Kodiak is usually a pretty chill guy but when we go out on a transfer, he gets a little antsy. “We look suspicious as fuck out here.”

  “No, we don’t.” We are parked away from the house, on a different street, where we could remain out of sight but still see everything happening at Camilla’s house. No one will see us or if they do, they won’t realize what we’re here for.

  Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms over my chest and my mind wanders to last night at the charity event with Carly. Something definitely freaked her, but I didn’t push because all it will do is make her shut down. I am worried about it, though. I’ve seen that expression of fear too many times to dismiss it as nothing, even if that is what she did. Then again, she did have to deal with her mom last night. I could take all the shit she threw at me but seeing the expression on my girl’s face after she got done talking to her, I was done. I swear, I’ve never been so close to punching a chick in the face in my life.

  Needing to pass the time, I pull my phone out and send a text off to Carly.

  Me:

  What are you doing tonight?

  Even though I spent last night with her, I’m desperate to see her again. Especially now that it seems like I’m getting to see real pieces of her. Her walls are slowly coming down and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The more I learn about her, the more I want to uncover. I’m so into this girl it’s a little fucking scary. My phone buzzes in my hand.

  Carly:

  Sunday night dinner with my family.

  Me:

  And after that?

  Goddamn, I sound like a pussy, begging her for even a little of her time but it’s worth it to see her. An image from last night, while we were in the shower, fills my mind and I grin as my phone buzzes with her reply.

  Carly:

  I don’t know. Why?

  Me:

  ‘Cause I want to see you.

  “Dude, what the hell is with you smiling all the damn time lately?” Kodiak asks, still sounding irritated. I shrug.

  “Nothing, man.”

  “Bullshit. You’re like a damn chick, always on your phone and grinnin’ like an idiot. What’s her name?”

  “Carly.”

  His brow shoots up in surprise. “Ali’s friend?”

  “Yep.”

  He nods and hums, glancing back over at the house. “Can’t say I blame you. Thought about hittin’ it myself when she showed up to Ali’s house in that sexy little leather jacket.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growl, a mental image of Kodiak touching my woman seared into my mind. He stares at me for a minute before chuckling.

  “Oh, shit. You’re in deep, aren’t ya, brother?”

  “I said, shut up.”

  He’s quiet for a moment before looking at me and nodding. “You know? I can see it. I mean, at least she’s not a stripper, right?”

  “Jesus, will y’all let the stripper thing go? It happened one time.”

  He laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, it only happened once but you were dumb enough to think she was “the one”. Thank fucking God, you got out of that shit storm, right?”

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p; “Yeah, well, at least I don’t avoid any chance of developing feelings by only sleeping with a girl once,” I snap, giving him a pointed look and he shakes his head.

  “Hey, I’ll own my shit. You try getting left at the altar and see how badly you want to jump back in again, asshole.”

  I’m about to fire off another comeback when the front door to Camilla’s house opens and her bastard husband walks out. Camilla and her daughter, Riley, walk out behind him and Camilla’s eyes flick in our direction for a split second before she focuses back on her husband and forces a smile to her face.

  “What the fuck?” I whisper when Riley peeks out from behind her mother and I see the cast on her arm. “She have that last week?”

  “No,” Kodiak replies, his voice deadly as he stares at the family kissing goodbye in front of their house. Henry, Camilla’s husband, gets into his car and drives away, passing us without even a second glance and as soon as he’s out of sight, Camilla ushers Riley back inside. Kodiak turns to me. “Let’s give it a couple minutes. Make sure he doesn’t come back.”

  I nod in agreement, checking the rearview mirror but the road is clear. “Where we takin’ ‘em? Emma’s?”

  “Yeah. Blaze figured the girl would be less scared there.”

  My gaze slides to the house. “Whatever, man, anything’s gotta be better than how scared she is in that house.”

  “Heard that,” Kodiak says, nodding his head. It’s been a long time since I felt that same fear but it’s something I’ll never forget.

  After a few more minutes, he pulls away from the curb and drives up to the house slowly before parking on the street in front of it. Not having backup to follow the husband is making us kind of jumpy as we spill out of the truck and walk up the front steps. Kodiak scans the street as I knock and we both step back so she can open the door.

  The relief on her face when Camilla sees us standing here is instant. “We’re almost ready to go.”

  Kodiak nods, his features softening as he smiles at her. “Take your time and make sure you get everything, Darlin’. We won’t be coming back.”

  She nods and as she disappears inside the house, we both turn to face the street so we can watch for any trouble. Camilla first came to us a few months ago, wanting to know her options if she left her husband. It took a lot of work, but we eventually got out of her that the asshole wasn’t hurting her but their daughter, Riley. And then she dropped off the map. We couldn’t find her and the pre-paid phone we gave her was dumped in a trash can near the clubhouse. I think most of us thought the worst but then she contacted us last week and said she was ready to leave and I, for one, was relieved.

  The ones we can’t save or the ones that come to us to ask questions but never follow through, they haunt me and I’m always wondering what happened to them. Maybe it’s because I know what the reality looks like. I remember the sound of my mom getting knocked around by whatever piece of shit she was dating at the time and it’s all I can see in my head when these women come to us for help. My phone buzzes and I yank it out, keeping one eye on the road as I read Carly’s text.

  Carly:

  I suppose I might be able to squeeze

  you in.

  Me:

  That’s good, Princess.

  Less likely to just show up on

  your doorstep that way.

  The screen door creaks behind us and I turn around as Kodiak keeps an eye on the road. Riley tentatively steps out and peeks up at me without meeting my eyes. Smiling, I crouch down in front of her and hold out my hand.

  “Hi, you must be Riley.”

  She regards me for a moment before slowly extending her hand and shaking mine. “Hi.”

  Camilla comes out and I stand up, offering her a warm smile. “All ready?”

  “I think so,” she says, glancing back at the house like she might see something she’s forgotten.

  “As long as you’ve got the stuff that can’t be replaced, don’t worry about it. We’ll buy you anything else you need.”

  She nods, letting out a breath. “Thank you.”

  “All right, y’all. Let’s get on the road,” Kodiak says and as I turn to lead them to the truck, a little hand slips into mine. Camilla gasps and I look down, smiling at Riley as she peeks up at me.

  “She’s usually so scared of men,” Camilla whispers to Kodiak and I feel myself getting a little choked up. This is what it’s all about for us and I’m fucking honored this little girl, who has been hurt in ways a child never should, feels safe with me and trusts me enough to help her.

  When we get to the truck, I push the seat forward and help Riley and Camilla climb into the back before jumping in and scanning the street again. As soon as Kodiak climbs behind the wheel, we take off for Emma’s. Kodiak was right earlier. Something feels off today and it’s making me antsy.

  “What’s your name?” a tiny little voice asks from the back of the truck and I glance over my shoulder to find Riley staring at me with wide blue eyes. Turning in my seat so I can see her better, I smile.

  “My name is Chance, little Darlin’.”

  She smiles, revealing a missing front tooth. “Thank you for saving us, Mr. Chance.”

  I glance over at Camilla and she has her hand over her mouth as tears fill her eyes.

  “We got company,” Kodiak says in a low voice and I glance out of the back window. The sleek black sedan we saw not so long ago in their driveway is right behind us.

  “Lose him,” I hiss before turning back to Riley with a smile on my face. “So, I hear you started kindergarten this year.”

  She nods, her smile widening and my own feels more sincere.

  “I bet that means you’re smarter than me now, little Miss Riley.”

  “No way.” She giggles, a sweet little sound that is completely out of place with the rising tension in the truck. “You’re a grown up. I gotta be big like you to be that smart.”

  “I don’t know, Sweetheart. Can you read?” I ask, keeping an eye on the car behind us as Kodiak speeds up to lose him.

  “Yes, Mommy taught me how.”

  “See, you’re smarter than me already. I have no idea how to read.”

  She giggles more as she shakes her head at me. “I know you’re lying, Mr. Chance.”

  “Am I?”

  “Yes,” she replies, giving me a no nonsense look that pulls a chuckle out of me.

  “Hey, I have a game on my phone. Do you want to play it?”

  Her eyes light up and she nods her head. “Yes, please.”

  I pass her my phone and she focuses on it, completely oblivious to the fact that her good for nothing father is on our ass. Camilla mouths a “thank you” and I nod as I turn to face the front again, glancing over at Kodiak.

  “Hang on,” he whispers, slamming the gas pedal down to the floor and Riley lets out a little squeak behind me. Glancing back, I offer her a smile and she returns it, looking less than convinced everything is okay.

  Without slowing much, Kodiak turns down a side street and the tires squeal before he floors it again and we roar down the street. Repeating the move two more times, we wind up on the freeway and when I glance behind us, I can’t see the sedan anywhere.

  “We can’t take ‘em to Emma’s house in case there’s a chance he’s still following us,” Kodiak murmurs and I nod in agreement. The last thing I would ever want to do is lead trouble to Emma and Nix’s doorstep.

  “Let’s find a hotel. I’ll call Blaze.”

  He nods and I turn in my seat. “Hey, little one, I have to make a phone call. You think I could get my phone back?”

  She nods and holds it out in front of her. “Sure. Thanks for letting me play your game, Mr. Chance.”

  With a wink, I turn back around and dial Blaze. He picks up right away.

  “Hey, Boss, we got trouble.”

  “What’s going on?” he asks, his tone reflecting the vibe in the truck.

  I glance behind me, checking for the car again but the coast is sti
ll clear. “We had a tail. Pretty sure we lost him, but we don’t want to risk takin’ ‘em to Nix and Emma’s.”

  I hear a little giggle behind me and I glance over my shoulder as Riley shakes her head and looks up at her Mama. “He said he had a tail. That’s silly, Mama.”

  Camilla forces a smile to her face. “Yeah, it is, baby.”

  “Yeah, I agree. Take them to one of the nicer hotels downtown and check them in under your name,” Blaze says, getting my attention again.

  I nod, scanning the road again as I tell Kodiak to head downtown. “You got it, Prez.”

  After hanging up with Blaze, I turn to Riley again and smile. “So, Miss Riley, I have a question for you.”

  “What?” she asks, scowling up at me.

  “Do you like to swim? ‘Cause I heard the place we’re going has a super nice pool.”

  Her little face lights up and she jabbers on and on about going swimming. Kodiak glances in my direction and nods as I turn around to face the front, thankful that she never even realized she was in danger.

  Chapter Twelve

  Carly

  I scan the street for Ivy’s little blue sedan as I pull up in front of Aunt Dottie’s house but it’s nowhere to be seen and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Leave it to my sister to show up late on the night she’s supposed to introduce us to her boyfriend. Even I’m cutting it close tonight. Unless, of course, they took his car. I look around again, but my car and Dottie’s old VW Bug are the only vehicles even close to the house. The front door opens and Dottie steps out onto the porch, waving at me with a warm smile on her face. This is exactly what I need after seeing my mother last night.