by K E Osborn
I didn’t even know when, but at some stage, I’d grabbed her hand. I glanced down at it as I heard the song in the gym change to a slow one. I smiled at her and pulled her to me. She giggled that fucking amazing giggle as she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands linked around her waist as I looked deep into her eyes.
This is how we were meant to be.
I didn’t really know how to dance. It was awkward and more like swaying than anything, but we swayed in the hall to some slow song as pressure grew. Then it felt like fucking fireworks were exploding all around us. It was adrenaline pumping, exciting, euphoria.
So, I went for it. I leaned my head in and softly kissed her. It was my first kiss, it was hers, too. Our lips touched, and a spark soared through me like nothing ever before. My entire body lit up like the Fourth of fucking July.
Bex gasped as she pulled away from me. She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head. “We shouldn’t. I mean, I want to, but what would Mom and Dad think?” she asked and instantly my world came crashing down.
Abi and Will. Her parents, the people who brought me into their home and kept me safe. If I started something with their daughter and they didn’t approve, if they kicked me out of the family because of this, I simply couldn’t live with it.
So, I took a step back from her nodding my head. “Sorry, I got carried away. It won’t happen again.” I put out my hand for her to shake. “Friends?”
She furrowed her brow but nodded shaking my hand. “Best friends.”
But that kiss was everything.
Something that felt that fucking good couldn’t be wrong. It just fucking couldn’t.
The memory reminds me of how much my life changed when I met her, I almost cave in on myself.
My memories with Bex are so damn good, even the bad ones. My life has revolved around her for years—she’s the reason I wake up every day. She’s my purpose and the only reason I keep going.
Now the bond that tied us could be the one thing that breaks us. Those thoughts feel like a razor shredding my insides like a vicious beast. My boots shuffle along the concrete as I shove my hands in my pockets trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. Where the hell I see my life going when I feel the hairs on my arms spring to attention. Taking a deep breath, I stop, standing stock still. I don’t turn around, I just stand in the middle of the yard waiting. I’m not sure what she’s doing, whether she’s watching me from afar or coming over.
But I know she’s there.
Light footsteps announce her arrival, so I turn to greet her with a smile. Her eyes are bright in the darkened night. The fog light on the side of the building illuminates her silhouette like a fucking angel or some shit. She looks goddamn perfect. I shouldn’t be thinking this way, but I can’t help it. She’s stunning, and every inch of me wants her.
“That was nice, Sparx looked so happy. She’s come a long way,” Bex murmurs stepping right up to me.
“They belong together. You can’t fight who you fall for, I suppose,” I murmur.
Her eyes narrow as she mulls over what I’ve just said. She steps closer to me. “Chains… Ty… are we fighting this just because of what our parents might think?”
My chest squeezes making me wince. “If Abi and Will knew what was happening between us, but turned me away. Bex…” I grimace shaking my head not able to finish the sentence.
She steps closer anyway, an energy sizzling as her eyes bore into mine. I feel the closeness igniting between us. I want to reach out to grab her and pull her to me. I want her to know I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. But I’m fucking scared, and I am not afraid to admit it. I’m a tough-as-fuck biker, and I’m fucking scared.
Scared of what this will mean if I take this attraction further with her.
Of… losing my family in the process.
Of… if it fails, I lose everyone.
Of… looking like a damn fool.
“I’m scared, too, Ty. I don’t know how Mom and Dad will react to this, but this…” she places her hand on my chest as she steps in so close, the smell of her fruity hair invades my senses, “… this magnetism we share isn’t imaginary. It’s been building and brewing for years…” She closes her eyes and breathes slowly, then opens them again. “Both of us have been single for as long as I can remember. Why do you think that is, Ty?”
My breathing quickens as I look in her eyes. “No one compares.” My arms slide up gripping onto her biceps. Her skin is so fucking smooth, she feels like heaven.
“Seeing Trax and Sparx admit their love for each other made me realize I don’t want to run around wasting my time second-guessing anymore. I don’t want to fight this attraction we have.”
My chest squeezes as she inches closer, her hand on my chest snaking up the side of my neck onto my cheek. “Right now, Ty, I say… fuck the consequences.”
My cock throbs as she talks. Her fingers on my cheek feel so fucking right. Holding her feels so fucking right.
How can this be wrong?
I don’t want to fight it either.
She’s right—fuck the consequences.
CHAINS
I look into her eyes, and I see it the moment it registers I’ve made up my mind. She licks her lips as I inch closer. Sparks fly off in all directions illuminating the darkness surrounding us. My heart races so fucking fast as one hand slides up into the back of her hair, fisting a little, the strands of her hair threading through my fingers. The other hand slides around her back pulling her closer to me. Her breasts rubbing against my cut making my cock throb so fucking hard I feel it starting to harden. But I don’t even care if she feels it as I slide our bodies together. We stare into each other’s eyes, both of us panting for breath as I lean in, without hesitation this time, pressing my lips hard to hers.
My lips tingle igniting in an insatiable desire as she moans the moment I kiss her. Bex melts into my arms as I tighten my grip in her hair, being a little more forceful with her. Her mouth opens, I slide my tongue in as they battle. She’s kissing as zealously as I am her. It feels like all my fucking senses are coming alive as I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. The thing is, she doesn’t hold back either, her fingers threading around the back of my head, pulling me as close as fucking possible to her, the other holding on like all fury to my cut pulling me against her.
We’re kissing.
Best friends.
Lovers.
We’re kissing and fuck if it isn’t the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
It’s frantic.
It’s breathy.
It’s full of lust as my hands move to her ass in a frenzy. I waste no time in hoisting her up. Her legs wrap around me as she squeals against my lips with a slight giggle. Her arms looping around my neck. My wound aching, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in my pants as she grinds down on my cock. Her pussy pressing firm against it now as I start to walk. I don’t really know where I’m going. Hell, I can’t really see. It’s dark out here except for the one fog lamp, and I’m still kissing the fuck out of her, so I’m winging it. I make it to the wall and thrust her against the side of the clubhouse. She groans into my mouth as I grind my hard cock into her pussy. I need her so fucking bad. More than I’ve needed anyone in my entire life. The way this is going, I’m going to end up taking her for the first time outside the fucking clubhouse where anyone could walk out and see us.
Her hands loop into my hair, tugging as she bites down on my bottom lip making me groan out in fucking euphoria. I can’t even count how many times I’ve dreamed of this moment right here. But I never once thought I could imagine it coming true. I grind myself into her as our tongues continue to battle—this kiss becoming very fucking steamy. My balls are so goddamn tight, it’s painful as I rock into her again making her whimper.
She kisses me with so much fervor, I know she’s thought of this moment for a damn long time too.
It’s perfect.
It’s everything we’ve been fighti
ng against.
Fighting about.
Fighting for.
But I’m done fucking fighting because this, right here, right now…
This. Is. Everything.
I slow the kiss pulling my lips from hers panting hard for a breath. My eyes find hers in the darkness of the night, but somehow her sky blue eyes light up in the blackness with a phosphorescent glow. Like somehow the light of the moon has glistened down from above making a home right here in my soul. A glimmer in her eyes lets me know she’s alive, buzzing with adrenaline like I am.
There’s something about the way her lips curve, accentuating the dips in her cheeks. It sends a nervousness through to the pit of my stomach—but in a good way, almost as if I’m feeling fucking giddy. Her warmth emanates, and it makes me happy to be fucking alive. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this way. Ever. She makes me feel a little more human, a little more sane, a little more normal.
Not that boy. Not the boy she found all that time ago, but the man she’s made me into.
Her fingers caress the back of my scalp tenderly while I continue to hold her against the wall just staring into her stunning eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
She drops her eye contact, looking between us to her hand on my cut. She slowly drops her legs from around my waist, gaining her footing as she leans against the wall taking a breath. I don’t step back, I keep my hands on her still needing to touch her.
Bex’s amazing smile hasn’t left her lips as she risks looking up at me. “Ty…” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Mmm…” I murmur, delicately moving some hair from her face.
“What does this mean?”
Tensing a little, I exhale. “I’m not sure. What do you want it to mean?”
She winces slightly. “I can’t stop thinking about you… all the damn time.”
“Me, too. I don’t know how this works. I don’t know what the rules are. But I’m so sick of denying my feelings for you. One thing I want to know is… how the hell do we tell Abi and Will?”
She sniffs, biting her bottom lip. “I don’t want to deny this either. What will the club think?”
I roll my shoulders. “I’m pretty sure they already know something’s happening with us, Bex.”
She exhales. “I know. But will they treat us differently? Will they think we’re…”
“People keep telling me the thing I need to remember is there’s no DNA shared between us. We might have spent some time together as siblings, but, Bex…”
“We’re not,” she finishes my sentence for me.
I bring my hand up caressing her cheek pressing my forehead to hers. “I think our biggest hurdle was ourselves, and we just crossed that line. Next will be Abi and Will. But everyone else is on our side. We just have to find a way to deal with this, too.”
She closes her eyes, licking her lips again, then leans up placing her lips softly against mine. My eyes close as I relax into her touch. This kiss is far more subdued. It’s a gentle kiss. A soft kiss. Almost a simple kiss as she slowly kisses me, then pulls back.
I take a deep breath looking at her as she gnaws on her bottom lip. “It feels good, but because we’ve been fighting this for so long, it also feels wrong in so many ways…” I tense up, my muscles tightening in fear she might end this before it’s begun, “… but, somehow, I know this is right, Ty. Being with you like this… kissing you, feels right even through the wrong. If that makes sense?”
“I know what you mean. It kind of feels like this is some bad thing we’re doing, but I can’t help doing it anyway.”
“Trust you to make this into some bad-boy thing.”
I caress her cheek again. “In all seriousness, are you okay?”
Her face lights up, her eyes brightening with the action. “This is how I know this is right. Instead of freaking out, instead of backing away, you’re making sure I’m okay. This is how I know you’re right for me. This is how I know you’d do anything to look out for me. I can’t think of anyone who would do that for me like you would.”
My head bobs. “Because you’re my world, Bex. You have been ever since you saved me in the park. You’re everything to me.”
“Where do we go from here?”
I exhale. “This doesn’t need to be rushed. As much as I want to…” I look her up and down, “… ravish you, we need to play this smart.”
“I agree. We can’t risk falling out over this, Ty. I can’t lose you.”
My feet automatically move closer, smothering myself in her, moving my lips just to under her ear pressing lightly. “You’ll never lose me.”
She grinds herself against my still-hard cock, and I groan grazing my teeth along her neck as she runs her hands up my back. This is intoxicating, but we need to cool this down before someone walks out and sees us.
I need to go congratulate Trax and Sparx. This is their night, though I’ll be remembering this night for entirely different reasons. With a small sigh, I pull back. “We should head inside. I’m sure there’s a party going on in there.”
“True. I need to see Luc.”
I slump, for a moment, a short moment, I forgot he was even here. Now, it’s all slamming back in like a hurricane. Bex seems to sense my anxiety making her look at me. “Come with me, we’ll assess him together. See if he’s made any progress?”
Cracking my neck to the side, I take a pace back from her. She steps off the wall turning to head inside. I can’t help but look at her ass as she walks off. So, I whip my hand out giving it a slap.
She jumps and giggles. “Caveman,” she murmurs glaring back at me.
“Woman,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes, but her smile is so wide she can hardly contain it.
Now, we just have to stop ourselves from acting like lovesick idiots in front of everyone.
Especially, in front of Luc.
BEX
We walk through the clubhouse with a pep in our step. Inside, the clubroom is alive and buzzing with drinks being poured and food coming out and being consumed everywhere. The celebrations are underway, but Chains and I have a job to do right now. We need to let the last few moments go getting our game faces on.
I turn back to Chains with a more serious look on my face. “Have you seen him today?” I ask knowing he’ll know exactly who I’m talking about.
“Only briefly. He was being a cocky shit, so I left pretty quickly. I hate seeing him this way. It’s only gonna get him into an early grave.”
A shudder rolls over my spine knowing Chains means at the hands of the club, but it’s not for me to get in the way. I know what I signed up for when I became their club doctor. I need to own it. “It might take a little while for Luc to realize the deep shit he’s in. Maybe once he sees how good you all are to each other, he might come around?” I reply hoping that will be the case.
Chains grunts. “Unlikely. But watch yourself around him, Bex, he’s got a smart mouth on him.”
We make our way to the supply closet. “Pretty sure I can handle him. I’ve treated ice addicts in a rage, I think I can handle a cocky asshole tied to a chair.”
Chains grabs the key and opens the door. The sounds of the festivities down the hall in full swing filter through the clubhouse as we walk into the darkened room. I scoff as I flick the switch on straight away while Chains shuts the door.
I glance at Luc as he blinks rapidly, his eyes trying to adjust to the light. “For fuck’s sake, why the hell are you keeping him in here without the lights on?” I ask grumpily.
Chains raises his brow as he slowly folds his arms over his chest. “Don’t need him taking the room in to look for a way out.”
I scoff pointing at Luc. “He’s handcuffed, and tied to the chair, that’s a double whammy, Chains. The guy isn’t going anywhere. I think if you want him to feel any kind of recognition for the friendship you shared, you have to show him a little compassion by leaving the fucking lights on.”
Luc snickers making us both turn to look at him
. “You guys are like an old married couple. But geez, doc, I didn’t know you had the balls on you to talk to these bikers this way. I think my crush on you just went up tenfold.”
Chains steps forward with a grunt as I press my open palm to his chest to stop him from acting out.
“While I am flattered, Luc, that you think so highly of me, I want to talk about you… not me.”
Luc purses his lips with a small shrug. “What d’ya wanna know? I’m an open book.”
Chains’ brow creases as I step toward Luc. I feel Chains shift beside me like he isn’t liking what I’m doing, but I don’t care. I need Luc to trust someone. Why not me?
“You and Chains…” I rephrase, “You and Ty went through some pretty intense things when you were boys.”
Luc instantly glances at Chains, his eyes hard as he breathes a little louder. “He told you then?”
I step in front of Luc. Squatting in front of him, looking up, I watch as his eyes soften when he glances at me. “Yes, Luc. He told me everything. Your friendship, the way you were there for each other, looked out for each other, the way you forged the escape plan together. Even down to the birthmark on your arm,” I state.
His eyes meet mine as he assesses me, his eyes twitching slightly. “So, if he’s told you everything, you know about the violations then?”
A shudder runs through me as I hear Chains inhale sharply. But I don’t look back at him right now. I think it would be a mistake—for him and for me. It would make us both too vulnerable. So, I don’t do anything other than talk. “I do. I know they happened to the both of you. I know how traumatic that must have been for impressionable young boys. Do you have nightmares, Luc?”
His eyes widen as if he knows I can see straight through into the depths of his very soul. “Why the hell would you ask me that?”
I reach out placing my hand on his knee tenderly. “Because, Luc, children who suffer severe trauma like you, often manifest it in various ways. Alcohol, drug abuse… I don’t see either of those in you. Repeating the same acts that were done to them or other children…” I shrug. “I’m not sure I see you as getting involved in those activities just yet. Or, it finds a way to haunt you… in terrors, hallucinations, dreams, visions. It can be any or all. The thing is, Luc, just because you don’t talk about it doesn’t make it fictitious. It is happening to you, Luc. You just have to learn how to focus your emotions.”
