His Possession

by Tory Richards

“Maybe you should put her on the couch,” he said, noticing that it was close by.

  “No, I want her in my bed.” I continued up the stairs to my bedroom, and placed her down gently. I stepped back so he could get to her. “Tell me what you need.”

  “Let me assess her wound first. I might have everything I need in my bag.”

  There was nothing else I could do but watch him cut away the rest of her t-shirt, exposing her pretty tits. I felt a moment of jealousy, but tapped it down. He was a fucking doctor, for Christ’s sake. The next thing he did was examine the actual bullet hole. Rosa moaned and pulled away from his fingers, and I clenched my teeth until my jaw ached, wishing that it were me and not her on the bed.

  Doc Jarvis began cleaning the blood away. “Good news is the bullet went right through.” Fuck, I’d already known that. “Doesn’t look like there’s any debris to worry about.” He began cleaning the wound thoroughly with saline solution. “I’ll give her a tetanus and leave you with some antibiotics, make sure she takes all of them.” He looked up at me. “I’m going to stitch the wound, so try to limit her movement for the next few days. I don’t expect for there to be much drainage, but change the dressing every day. Watch for infection and make sure she drinks plenty of water.” I watched silently as he gave her the shot. “I’ll also sedate her so she’ll sleep most of the next twenty-four hours.”

  When he left I removed the rest of Rosa’s clothes and covered her with a sheet. Then I sat in the armchair next to the bed and just stared at her. I couldn’t get the sight of her taking that bullet for me out of my head. She’d gone with Evil willingly, but according to the girls she hadn’t had a choice. She’d done it to protect them. Reaper was right. Rosa was good with the club now, her actions bringing her under our protection. Any retribution was personal, and strictly between her and me.

  I was done. I couldn’t ask more from her. It wasn’t in my fucking heart. If I were being honest with myself, it never had been. The question now was what to do? I couldn’t turn her loose, I wanted her to damn badly. She was in my blood, in the fucking air I breathed. Every time I lost myself in her amazing body I gave up more of myself to her. For the first time in my life I wanted something that only she could give me, something I’d always thought was beyond reach. I pictured her with my baby in her belly, pictured a house full of babies.

  Our babies.

  Christ, did I deserve that? After what I’d done to her, I had to tell myself no. She deserved that, and more, but with someone else. I was too much of a selfish bastard to let her go, though. I knew that I didn’t have the strength. Seeing her shot and knowing that I could have lost her had opened my eyes to the possibilities life had to offer. And if it was the last thing I did, I was going to make it up to Rosa.

  It was her time for retribution. If she chose to leave, I’d let her. Fuck, we’d come full circle. My life was in her hands now.

  I got up, kissed her forehead, and went to the connecting bathroom for a shower.

  Chapter 18

  Rosa

  I was going stir crazy cooped up in bed, and Raze was starting to scare me. It had been a week since I was shot. A week of pampering by a bad boy biker who was too tender, too silent, too everything I wasn’t used to. He was taking care of me, bathing me daily in a professional, indifferent manner that showed me that my nudity didn’t affect him anymore. He made my meals, and brought me hot tea every evening to help me sleep. He tended to my wound with gentle hands.

  Where was the Raze I knew? This man was a stranger to me, and I wasn’t sure that I liked him.

  The first couple of days had been nice, but as I healed and became stronger, and Raze’s mood hadn’t switched back to the angry, brooding biker that I knew that he was, I began to worry. About him. He was vocal, expressed himself in loud and violent ways. If this kept on he was going to blow up. I began to think of ways that I could test his control, but so far I’d been too chicken to try anything. Finally, on day six, there was a knock on the door, which surprised me because Raze didn’t knock. I glanced up to see Marie opening the door.

  My face lit up with a smile. “Marie! God, I’m so happy to see you!”

  “Me, too, honey.” She smiled, closing the door behind her, and walked to the chair next to the bed. She set a bag down and reached for my hand. “I’ve been so worried! Reaper promised me you were okay, but−”

  “None of that,” I said, noticing the tears filling her eyes. “Why didn’t you come sooner?”

  She made a face. “Because that, that monster taking care of you wouldn’t let me. He didn’t want anything to excite you.”

  I laughed softly. “I don’t know who that man is, Marie, really. He’s been acting so different. I’m afraid he’s been replaced with an alien.” We both laughed. “So, what’s in the bag?”

  “Oh!” she said, as if she’d forgotten all about it. “I brought you some clothes.” She opened the bag and pulled out a few items. “Some jeans, there’s a pair of shorts, tops, and some—” her eyes brows wiggled suggestively, “—intimate stuff.”

  “Like bras and panties?”

  “No, Raze said absolutely no underwear.” That news surprised me, considering how distant he’d been acting lately. “Something to sleep in,” she grinned. I recognized the garment we’d bought from the shop that day.

  “So, how long are you here for?”

  “All afternoon, the guys are grilling steaks.”

  I raised my brows at that. “Well, there’s no way I’m staying in bed another day. The only thing Raze has let me do is get up to use the bathroom.” I pulled the sheet aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “And I want a decent shower.”

  Marie laughed, rising to her feet. “That’s why I’m here, to help you if you need it. Raze thought you might like to come down and join the living.”

  I shook my head, chuckling. “I don’t think I’ll need any help, but stick around just in case.”

  God, it felt heavenly massaging the mild floral scent of shampoo into my hair. It was a new bottle, so I assumed Raze had bought it for me. The matching conditioner made my hair feel like silk. After a week of sponge baths I took advantage of being able to shower again and scrubbed my body down twice. When my gaze landed on the pink razor I smiled at Raze’s thoughtfulness, and decided to take a few extra minutes to use it.

  I felt like a new woman when I entered the bedroom again, returning Marie’s smile where she was still waiting in the chair. “God, I feel so much better.”

  “I laid out your clothes. It’s a beautiful day out, so I thought you might like to wear the shorts.”

  I grabbed the clothes and went back into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. “So how’s this thing going with Reaper? Is it official between you?”

  I heard Marie’s huff. “Well, we’re exclusive. I told him if he expects to keep fucking me that he’s not sticking his cock into anyone else.”

  “You have such a way with words,” I remarked, chuckling.

  She laughed, too. “I guess he’s rubbing off on me. The man infuriates me with his Neanderthal ways, but honestly, Rosa, it turns me the fuck on.” I knew what she meant. “You have more experience with MC’s, are the men in these clubs all like that? So . . . so alpha?”

  “For the most part,” I replied, slipping the white linen shorts up. It felt odd not wearing some kind of underpants with them. The material was ultra soft, but the seam between the legs brushed against my girly parts intimately when I moved. I was glad they were low riding and wouldn’t irritate the sensitive area where I’d been shot. “They have to be all big and alpha if they’re going to run with an outlaw club.”

  “Well, I’ve had to put Reaper in his place a few times.” I seriously doubted that had happened. “And he puts me right back in mine, which is usually on my back beneath him.”

  “Do you see this going anywhere?” I asked, walking into the room while doing up the buttons to my blouse.

  “Wow, I can totally see your nipple
s.”

  I glanced down and frowned. Yeah, the blouse was semi-sheer, and without a bra my nipples were visible if you looked hard enough. At least the floral pattern of the material might help camouflage them for someone not looking for nipples. The thought was ridiculous.

  “Maybe I need to change into something just as sheer. That way you won’t be the only one giving the guys a show.”

  “I’m sure they’ll hardly notice,” I said, reaching for her hand and pulling her to her feet.

  I was almost afraid to face Raze. He hadn’t been himself lately, and I had to wonder if it was because I’d been laid up. Maybe he’d felt guilty over it. Now that I was up and moving around again, would he revert back to having seething anger and hate inside him? To the man who was so intent on hurting me? As we neared the bottom of the stairs I began to feel nervous. I could hear the men talking to the side of us, and turned to see an opened patio door.

  The grill was located on a deck, and Raze’s back was to me. Reaper was standing off to the side with a beer in his hand. Neither of them saw us approaching.

  “So what are you gonna do, bro?”

  “I don’t have to do anything,” Raze grumbled. From his movements I could tell that he was flipping a steak. “She served her purpose and was nothing but an easy fuck. She should know I don’t fucking want her.”

  The passion behind his statement caused me to stumble to a halt, and literally tore my heart out. He didn’t want me? He went on to say something else but I didn’t hear it, too focused on the words that had caused me so much pain that I couldn’t catch my breath. He didn’t want me. No wonder he’d been so distant in the last week. He’d got what he wanted. I was an easy fuck, falling into his arms so easily, believing that he’d felt the same way that I did and that in time he’d forgive me. Had he ever wanted me?

  Marie stopped when she realized that I was no long walking next to her. She turned back, a smile still on her face, revealing that she didn’t comprehend the devastating effect Raze’s words had on me. Of course she wouldn’t. She didn’t fully understand our relationship. I met her questioning gaze, and somehow managed to put a small smile back onto my face.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, stepping back to me.

  “Sure. Just felt a little twinge,” I lied, touching my side. “All good now.” She linked her arm through mine and then we were stepping outside onto the sunny patio.

  “Good to see you up and about,” Reaper said, running his gaze over me. He seemed oblivious to my inner pain, too.

  Raze turned from the grill, his gaze eating me up and contradicting his earlier hurtful statement. In spite of how crushed I felt inside, the lazy sweep of his eyes up and down my body made me feel warmer than the sun shining down on us. Like always, my body responded in ways that I was sure didn’t go unnoticed by him, especially since his gaze was trained right on my nipples. The warmth between my thighs indicated another response that I couldn’t control, and I hated that I was so weak around him.

  I wanted to hate him as much as he hated me.

  Not in a hundred years would that happen.

  I decided to suck it up. Now that I knew how Raze truly felt it was the only choice I had. He’d told me that my taking a bullet for him had put me in good with his club and that they didn’t expect any additional retribution. The only score that still needed settling was between us. I wondered what that would be.

  It finally dawned on me that Reaper was waiting for my response. “Thank you. I feel much better.”

  “Well, you look hot,” he surprised me by saying.

  God, I hoped he wasn’t staring at my nipples, too. Marie obviously didn’t like his compliment and slapped him on the arm. “Stop looking at her boobs!” she joked.

  Reaper glanced down at her, a playful smile on his face. Looking at them, seeing how they were with one another, it was obvious there was something serious between them. I was happy for Marie, but a little worried for Reaper. I hoped he was a smart man, because he didn’t know what he was in for. Marie had a strong personality, and she liked doing things her way.

  Raze was still watching me, making me feel a little self-conscious. Gone was the calm, almost indifferent look in his eyes I’d grown used to seeing lately. There was a spark simmering in his eyes, passion stamped on his rugged face, turning his jaw hard. I offered him a weak smile, getting nothing in return but the same intense, smoldering glare. A delicious shiver traveled down my spine because it felt as if he was touching me, intimately.

  “How do you like your steak, baby?”

  God, so simple a question, yet the timbre of his voice caused a firestorm of need in my blood. Everything I was seeing in Raze belied the cruel remarks I’d heard seconds before stepping outside. Maybe I’d somehow misinterpreted his words.

  “Steak any way is good on the grill,” I said.

  “Beer?” Reaper asked, already reaching inside a cooler at his feet. He handed one to Marie. I nodded and he gave her a second one to hand to me. Then he wrapped his arm around Marie’s waist and pulled her closer to his side.

  “Have a seat.” Raze gestured towards one of the lounge chairs. “I don’t want you over doing it your first day out of bed.”

  “I’m fine.” I really was. “Even Doc Jarvis said I was doing good when he came to check on me yesterday.”

  He raised a brow and glared at me. I shrugged and did as he wanted. Marie gave me a knowing grin, and then squealed out when Reaper picked her up and planted them on another lounger with her on his lap. She made a point of grinding her bottom against his lap, getting a groan and then a hearty kiss.

  “Now behave,” Reaper ordered. She batted her eye lashes innocently at him.

  I smiled at their obvious chemistry, my gaze darting to Raze. He was just taking a sip of his beer, his burning gaze still focused on me. What was he thinking? I knew he didn’t want me, but beyond that I didn’t know what our situation was any longer. Was he still out for revenge? If Reaper and Marie hadn’t been there I would have just come out and asked him. As we continued to stare at one another, each challenging the other in our own separate ways, I took a shaky breath and finally glanced away with an uneasy feeling.

  He was going to hurt me.

  “Watch the steaks,” he said abruptly as he set his beer down and walked over to me. He took the beer out of my hand and set it on the patio floor, before grabbing me by the hand and pulling me to my feet.

  “Someone’s gonna get some,” Marie laughed jokingly. Leave it to her to think that way, and worse, say it out loud. Reaper grumbled something low as we passed them and went into the house.

  It didn’t occur to me to ask Raze where he was taking me, or what it was that he wanted that couldn’t be said or done in front of Reaper and Marie. He pulled me into the kitchen, which was out of sight from the patio area. The next thing I knew he swung around, picked me up carefully, and placed me on the cool marble counter top. I gasped at the coldness against my bare legs, then again at the hand twisting in my still damp hair.

  “Fuck, baby, it’s been a week.” He lowered his face close to mine. “I have to taste your mouth. Now.”

  What? What the hell was going on?

  In spite of his passionate words Raze reined his kiss in and covered my lips with a tenderness I didn’t know he had. It was as if he were afraid of hurting me. The hand in my hair twisted tighter as he gradually lost control, and our kiss intensified into a fire-hot collaboration of mutual hunger. Lips meshed tightly, moving together feverishly, tongues thrusting and seeking as we drank from each other’s mouths. My whimpers turned into moans. His moans turned into deep groans.

  Large hands moved to my hips, squeezing while jerking me sharply to the end of the counter and into the cradle of his hips. As soon as his hard cock jammed against my pussy I shuddered wildly and tore my mouth away, crying out with need. It suddenly didn’t matter that he only thought of me as an easy fuck. I was past the point of going back, and wanted one thing and one thing only—for
him to claim me in the most basic way. I’d never get enough of Raze.

  I was shameless.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said in a rushed voice, misunderstanding the reason for my cry. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I shook my head vigorously. “It wasn’t that.” I peered deeply into his glazed eyes. “I want you to fuck me.” God, I was too brazen, feeling the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks.

  He growled, actually growled. “Fuck, baby,” He placed his forehead against mine. “I want that more than anything.” He thrust his cock further against my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. “Jesus, Rosa.” The lust in his hoarse voice added fuel to mine. “You’re gonna make me come just like this.”

  “Is that so bad?” I whispered, grinding my pussy against him. I could easily come, too.

  His hands moved up my sides, taking the soft material of my blouse with them. Once he had my breasts bare he moved in and lavished them with his teeth and tongue. One particular tug on a nipple caused a lightning bolt of pleasure to shoot down to my throbbing clit. Raze’s hands eventually replaced his mouth, as he kissed me again, long and hard.