BoyScout (The Rebels MC)

by Avery Abbott

  The bed dipped as she came behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Scout?”

  “Yeah, Sunshine?”

  “You all right?”

  “Not really, Babe. I’m waging a war inside my head.” My dick was so hard I could break an iceberg, but my head was screaming not to go there, not with Smokey’s daughter. It could ruin everything I had worked so hard for.

  I tugged her hand, guiding her around. She sat on my lap, her arms loosely wrapped around my neck. Her beautiful eyes stared back at me, curious. Fuck, I wanted her more than life. “Tell me,” she whispered.

  “We have a rule. Daughters and sisters are off limits.”

  “That’s stupid.”

  “No, it’s not. Besides, no one even has a daughter, well, except for Smokey. The others who have families are dead or incarcerated.”

  “No one has to know.” She ran her nail down my jaw, smiling. “I could be your dirty little secret.”

  I chuckled, knowing those never stay under wraps. “You a virgin, Shaw?”

  She shook her head. Well that sucks.

  I still needed a name and was trying to figure out how to lure it out of her. “Let me guess?”

  She pulled back. “What?”

  “If I’m right, you have to tell me the guy’s name who hit you.”

  “That’s not fair. I’m like an open book.” She went to pull away, but I held her tighter.

  I snorted, laughing. “Babe, you’re locked up tighter than Fort Knox.” I ran my hand down her back, trying to relax her. “You seem like the kind of girl who waits for some boy to sweep you off your feet. So, I’m thinking you decided to give it up on prom night to some guy with a name like Brad or Troy, who was the captain of the football team.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re wrong. His name was Dan and he played soccer.”

  “Let me guess, Danny professed his dying love and then once you gave in, he fed you some bullshit line like he was falling too hard, too fast and needed to pull back before he really fell in love with you?” Her mouth dropped open. “And Dan who? What’s his last name?”

  Her face fell. “It’s not the same guy. I never slept with the one who hit me.”

  I caressed her cheek. “You still owe me a name.”

  She swallowed. “Do you promise not to look for him?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. Sometimes I amazed myself how easily a lie could roll off my tongue.

  “Fine. His name is Garrett. Garrett Benton. Don’t hurt him, Scout, he’s not worth going to jail over.” She grew quiet and went to walk away from me and I could tell she wasn’t sure if she said too much.

  The mood changed drastically the instant his name rolled off her tongue, and I felt a need to lighten it up some, and not flat-out admit he was a dead man walking.

  “So, I need to outperform a dude named Danny on prom night?”

  She scoffed. “Shouldn’t be too hard. It wasn’t very fun or good. I don’t think he knew what he was doing.”

  I flinched. “That sucks. Was he your only time?”

  “Yeah.” She pouted.

  “Why?”

  “I promised my mother I’d wait until someone special came along. It’s silly, I know considering my life right now.”

  Well, shit.

  “Anyone ever go down on you?”

  She shook her head.

  “You ever come, Shaw?”

  “No.” She blushed, and she looked so damn cute, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I knew right there I loved her. Hell, I figured it out weeks back, but this time my heart and head both finally meshed and were not confused about what I wanted.

  I couldn’t help but feel relief that I was going to get a few of her firsts. My hands slid down her sides, my fingers finding the hem of The Rebels T-shirt she was sporting and looking incredible in, lifting it over her head and tossing it on the floor.

  She slipped off my lap and stood before me. Groaning at the sight of her body merely covered by a pair of pink lace panties, I yanked her to me, pressing my lips to her stomach. Everything about her captivated me. “I want to fuck you so bad,” I murmured, almost whimpering my need.

  She lifted my chin. “Then do it.”

  I grinned at her challenge. I was done fighting my desire to have her, consequences be damned. She was right, she could just be my dirty little secret for at least one night. No one had to know. I stood and nipped at her full bottom lip, pulled it between my teeth, then released it. “Sit.” I knew I shouldn’t go there and by doing so I could lose my patch, or at the very least, be brought inside the ring for a beat down.

  But, I couldn’t stop myself, she had me in such a daze, her glorious eyes glistening with want, so I figured, fuck it, I wanted her just as bad as she wanted me. Maybe I could get away with not telling Smoke this one minor detail.

  Okay, major detail.

  Instead of sitting, she laid back. I grabbed her ankles, hauling her down as she squealed until her ass hit the bottom of the bed. “Nope. Undress me, Sunshine.”

  She bit her lip. Her delicate hands hesitantly came up, unzipped my jeans, then tugged them down. I was commando like I usually was, my cock freed, standing at full salute. “See what you do to me?” I tore my shirt over my head, throwing it to the ground.

  “The same you do to me.” She blushed again.

  I leaned down. “Shaw,” I gasped. “Just kiss me.” I realized with her, a part of me needed that intimacy more than anything else. I wanted to devour her, every single inch of her. Sex was sex, kissing added more for me. I rarely did it, not wanting anything other than getting in and getting out, but with her I wanted to hold her, slip inside of her and reside there permanently.

  Her tongue played with mine and I let her for a long minute, her hands were all over me as mine were on hers, exploring. I thought I knew every bloody inch of her, but now I wanted to etch it into my memory, in fear it would be the only time I got the chance to feel what heaven might be like. Her hands skimmed my chest. “You sure, Shaw? You’re not going to regret this in the morning?”

  She nodded. Her eyes were dreamy and sparkling with need. “No, I’ve wanted you since you took me to La Jolla, but I got scared and ran.” She wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me closer.

  I quivered. “I’m almost afraid to touch you.”

  She smiled softly. “I’m not going to break.”

  “But, I might,” I admitted softly, exposing exactly how much she meant to me.

  She pulled back, shimmying until her head was on a pillow. I took that time to check out the skin peeking through the lace panties, her stomach, her breasts, her lips until they finally rested on her eyes. “You are magnificent, Sunshine. I mean it.” I wanted her to know how perfect I thought she was. I wanted her to believe I meant it.

  I fell on top of her, pressing my lips to hers. “I never wanted to make love to anyone, but I do with you. I want to love all of you, Shaw.”

  “Show me,” she breathed out. My lips brushed against hers as she let out a soft whimper.

  My hand went to her breast, lifting it to my mouth and sucking her nipple, moving to her other as my hand lowered, trying to remember every touch, every little shiver as I did. I wanted nothing more than to sink inside her and stay there forever, but something kept nagging me to put on the brakes. I stopped, looked up to her beautiful shade of greens to find them full of desire. “Hold that thought.” I moved over her, yanked my drawer open while praying one was in there, knowing there probably wouldn’t be. I had never brought a girl home, so I kept my condoms at the clubhouse. Fuck!

  “What’s wrong?”

  I sighed and cut her a sideways glance. “You don’t by chance have a condom in your bag, do you?”

  “No,” she answered, breathless.

  I came back, pulling her to me, gently kissing her. “I could pull out.”

  “Too risky, but...” she grinned, peering down at her soaking wet pink, hairless pussy.

  I lowered my head, covering her
mouth with mine. “Message received.”

  I slid down the bed and spread her legs, burying my face like it was my first and last meal, before she could even protest. She arched, granting me more access as my tongue slid across her perfect, pink wet clit. Wanting more, I drove my tongue inside, lavishing her cream. She was soaking wet and hadn’t come yet. Lifting her ass with my hands, I continued playing with her nub, soft and slow, hard and fast, flicking my tongue and feeling her orgasm building with each little moan and cry she murmured.

  She moaned loudly and yanked a pillow over, covering her face. I stopped, slipped a finger inside of her as she gasped into the soft cotton. I ripped it away, tossing it out of reach. “No, don’t hide from me. I want to see you come undone.”

  She didn’t argue, instead she bit down on her cute, pouty lip. My mouth replaced my finger giving her exactly what she needed from me. Her hands burrowed in my hair as her body stiffened, her orgasm coming all over my tongue, and I lapped up every bit of the sweetness, wanting more and more from her.

  “Johnny,” she cried out. Hearing my name leave her lips triggered my insides, needing my own release.

  I hovered over her. “I want you to taste what I just experienced. Fucking delicious.” I took her face between my hands, sliding my tongue inside her mouth, swirling my tongue with hers, letting her enjoy what I just had.

  We were tangled, all over the place with our mouths, hands exploring one another, both out of breath, both wanting my cock inside her. Hell, I came close, almost slipping inside of her not once but twice, but refrained even though my cock was throbbing with need. I was so ready to grab my dick and masturbate while she watched, I was so horny.

  She flipped me over, grinning mischievously. Her eyes skated down my stomach and landed on my rock, hard dick.

  “You don’t have to.” But, please do.

  “I want to.”

  Her mouth had barely wrapped around my cock when I groaned, unsure of how long I’d last. It had not been like me to abstain from any sexual activity, but I had for her, so it had been a long ass time. I was ready to explode. I took her hair in my hand, trying to score a better view. I could tell she wasn’t too experienced but I was giving her an A for effort.

  “Use your hand, too, slowly up and down along with your mouth,” I instructed her. I felt myself stiffen, my balls tightening as she took all of me, sucking as I thrust forward. I tapped her shoulder to let her know I was coming, but she took me even deeper, as I violently shuddered my release inside her mouth.

  Once she was done, I stood and went to the bathroom, wet a towel and cleaned her face, then her pussy. I hauled her up by her waist, laying her down and curved against her, looping my leg over hers. “Go to bed.” I was exhausted and wanted to fall asleep holding her all night. I tucked her into me, wanting to shield her from everyone in the world, including Smokey.

  She started to get up. “Where you going?”

  “The couch.”

  “What the fuck, why?”

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble. What if someone comes by and sees us?”

  I pulled back the sheet. “Get back in bed. No one will come.”

  She gnawed on her lip. “Are you sure?”

  “Shaw, I just want to hold onto you and keep you safe tonight. Can you just give me that?”

  “I can do that.” She lay back down and then placed her leg over my thigh, her head on my chest, and snuggled up to me like I was her savior. “Will you teach me how to use a gun?” she asked out of the blue.

  I froze, unsure of why she would ask me. “Yeah, why?”

  “Just in case.” I knew the real reason; she was terrified he’d come back and succeed in finishing in what he started. I just had to beat him to it.

  I held her in my arms all night long, with her naked body pressed against mine, afraid that if I let go, she’d slip out. She had fallen asleep on my chest, her long hair splayed across my stomach. At least I thought she had been asleep based on her soft breathing. But, she moved her hand up my side, finally resting over my shoulder. “I love you,” she mumbled. And, it was a whisper that changed everything.

  I closed my eyes at her admission, wondering if she was even coherent to realize she said it out loud. “You too, Sunshine. You too.” I yanked her closer, pulling her almost on top of me, not knowing if she heard me or not. Either way, I didn’t care. I hadn’t uttered those words to a woman since I was sixteen damn years old and was a little surprised the words slipped out like they were second nature to say.

  And even though I was tempted to take more from her, I didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead, I spent those hours thinking about her, my club, secrets and truth. I knew there was a line I had drawn and I had crossed it. One day soon, I needed to choose which side to fall on. I prayed for some kind of fucking miracle to allow me to keep both.

  Around eight in the morning, I had to take a piss and wanted coffee. I rolled her off me. She dove for the pillow, snuggling it, still asleep.

  By nine-fifteen, after weighing all the pros and cons, the pros won. I was on the balcony, smoking and drinking coffee, cell in hand, calling Slider.

  He answered straight away. “Is she all right?”

  “Yeah. I need everything you can find on a Garrett Benton in the Phoenix area.”

  “On it.”

  “Slider, this stays between you, me and Kick. And do me a favor and get Fiona here pronto to watch out for her. I have some things I need to look in to and don’t want her alone.” Seeing she didn’t know any of the guys and had trusted Fiona, I figured she would be a safe bet to keep an eye out.

  “Yeah, okay.”

  Tossing my cell onto the table, I leaned over the rail, taking in the morning views of the city when she came out to join me. Her hair was pulled up, back in my tee, yawning. She pulled the smoke from my mouth, put it in hers and took a long drag before releasing it. And I didn’t like it. It looked all wrong on her.

  “Thanks for last night.”

  “Anytime.” I reached over, grabbed the cigarette and put it out.

  She smiled sweetly. “Can you take me back to the motel?”

  “No,” I said flatly.

  “No?” Her eyebrows shot up, confused.

  “Somewhere between two AM and now, I decided you’re staying with me for the time being.”

  “Why?” she asked with startled eyes.

  “To keep you safe.”

  “But, I’m moving into the condo this week. I have to go.”

  I shook my head instead of picking a major fight, because that was exactly what was going to happen if she refused. I wrestled with what to do and how I’d keep her here until I knew she was safe.

  She frowned and then looked away and I could she was hiding something else from me. She batted her long lashes. “Can I at least borrow your cell?”

  I picked it up and handed it to her. She dialed, mumbling, “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

  I continued to watch her cautiously. A huge smile spread across her face. “It’s me. Yes. No. Uh-huh, no, I’m calling because I need to take you up on your offer if it’s still good. Okay, thanks, and Tommy, I’ll text you my new address where I’ll be later.”

  Tommy?

  Dafuck?

  She handed over my cell with a smile. I deleted the call so I wasn’t tempted to ring his ass up while I was drunk later tonight. “Can you take me to my car? I have a friend coming to stay with me and I’m moving into the condo. Consider yourself off duty.” I flinched at her tone and her ability to put up a front, like what we shared last night meant shit to her.

  “A friend named Tommy?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “I’m just wondering if he’s the kind of friend like me?” Jealousy was a cruel bitch, and it was not a feeling I’d felt since high school, but here I was, ready to have a pissing match.

  Her hands flew to her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I mean, is he the kind of friend who knows how sw
eet that pussy tastes?” I growled.

  She gasped in surprise. “No, and stop being so crude.” She glared. “Take me to my car, please?”

  Unable to look at her, pissed and jealous and refusing to let her know how much it was gutting me for her to turn to someone else, I crossed my arms. “Yeah, probably for the best anyway.”

  She walked inside and grabbed her stuff from my bedroom while I waited by the door. She came out dressed, in her clothes from last night. I swung the door open for her to head out, but she stopped short. “Johnny?”

  “What?” I turned my head, looking everywhere but her. Every time I did, I got sucked right back into fucking la la land.

  She wrapped her arms around my waist. I closed my eyes, wanting to hold her back, but refrained and kept them at my sides. “Thank you again for last night, I mean it. Tommy’s my best friend and I really need him right now. He knows Garrett.”

  “Yeah, no problem, Doll. I got off, too.” I was being a massive dick all because those damn words, my ego, and the fact she hadn’t turned to me and wanted this Tommy dude to help her in her time of need. It tore at my heart.

  “Stop! Don’t be like that.”

  I threw up my hands. “Like what?”

  “Mean.”

  I scoffed. “I’m the one busting my ass for you to let me in and you’re the one that keeps me locked out. Not the other way around, Sweetheart.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. I don’t want to hurt you.” She looked up, rose on her toes and kissed me. I wanted to pick her up, throw her back in bed and lock her down, but my ego was bruised and it wouldn’t let me respond the way I wanted.

  I scoffed, pushing her off. “Hurt me? Pretty sure that ship sailed, Shaw. Let’s go. I got shit to do.”

  It was two days later and I was getting antsy. “Did you find anything on that prick yet, Slide?”

  “No, bro.”

  “The fuck? It’s been two damn days!”

  “My source says there is not one soul within a hundred miles of Phoenix with that name. And I’m still digging in to the other dude, too. Should have something today, latest tomorrow.”

  “What the fuck? She gave me a bullshit name,” I mumbled. “Fuck! I got to go.” I had convinced myself I was merely keeping tabs since she was Smoke’s daughter and he’d put a well-deserved bullet in my head if he found out I dropped the ball on protecting her over the real reason, that being I was in love with her. I still hadn’t told him in fear it meant I wouldn’t be able to see Shaw anymore. It was selfish as all fuck, but I had fallen for her, and wasn’t ready to come to grips, knowing how I opened my heart and it was all for nothing.