I lift her, her legs wrapping around me and I go to sit on the bed, but think better of it. I sit in the chair and hold her tight to me. My hands run the length of her back and I keep my lips pressed against her head.
“Babe,” I say, trying to get her to look at me. When she lifts her eyes to mine, my heart stops. She looks tormented. “Fuck, what is it?”
She presses her lips to mine and I kiss her back. I grab her hair and deepen the kiss and the moan I swallow, makes my dick jump. I groan when she begins moving her pussy against me. I have no idea if she wants a distraction, if she’s just horny, or if there is something else, but I don’t care. I reach under and realize she is naked under my shirt and I pull my mouth from hers. I lock my eyes with hers as I unbutton my jeans. Her eyes are searching mine, I’m just not sure for what. We don’t speak though, not a word. I push my jeans down past my hips and lift her. She doesn’t give me a chance to even move before she impales herself with my hard cock. There’s nothing slow or gentle about this. She’s riding me hard and fast. My hips are lifting, slamming deeper into her. I pull at her hair as I suck on her neck, sinking my teeth into the delicate flesh. Her nails claw at my back under my shirt. I keep one hand in her hair and move the other between us, rubbing her clit. She moans loudly and it just spurs me on. We are fucking so hard, I start to worry the chair might break beneath us. Her pussy tightens on me and I know she’s close. I rub her throbbing bundle of nerves harder, pinching it hard. She screams, arching her back as her orgasm rips through her. I continue to pump into her a few more minutes before I growl as I come inside her tight cunt.
I slam my mouth to hers and we kiss as our bodies slowly recover. When I need more air in my lungs I pull back. I hold her to me and kiss her head.
“Talk to me.”
She holds me tighter and I return the gesture. “He knows, doesn’t he?”
Confused, I pull her back to look at me. “Who knows what, babe?”
She shakes her head, her soft eyes begin to harden. “Please don’t play stupid, Z. My father, he did this right? He knows about us?”
Realization hits me and I stand, letting her slip down my body. I step out of my clothes, leaving just my boxers on. “If I flip the fucking mattress, will you lay with me?”
“Don’t avoid my questions,” she demands.
I close my eyes briefly and blow out a breath. “I’m not, I’m fucking exhausted and I’d rather hold you in my arms in bed while I explain. Now, will you do that if I flip that goddamn mattress?”
She lightly nods her head and I rip everything off the bed and flip the mattress. She helps me put it back together and I grab her, pulling her down on the bed with me. I pull her to my chest and kiss her. “Thank you.”
“Talk,” she says.
I chuckle, but she gives me an elbow to my ribs and I quickly stop. “I’m sorry, babe. Was this your old man? Probably. Is it because of us? No.”
She jerks her head up and looks at me, surprise clear on her face. “Why do you say that?”
It’s club business, I shouldn’t tell her anything. She has no right to know. Brooks would have my dick if he knew I said something. But, the hope in her eyes is hard to deny. Plus, maybe if I give a little, she’ll give a little more.
“It wasn’t just my mom. It was a few, a lot honestly, of the members' families. We still don’t know what the fuck any of it means, but it’s not us, babe. It’s something to do with the club. Finding out what the fuck it is, that’s another story.” She visibly relaxes and I run my thumb across her cheek. “You were that scared?”
“Z, he’ll kill us. I thought he was sending a message through your mom. The way Brooks was looking at me, you yelling at me, Kace telling me I’m safe here. I got scared and pissed.”
I lift one side of my mouth in a smirk. “So I heard.”
“I didn’t think. I took out all my anger on her. Kace is worried this is gonna cause problems with Brooks. I’ll talk to him, I’ll explain it was all me.”
“No you won’t. Kace and I will handle it. We already talked about it.” I kiss her temple and search her eyes. “What do you mean, the way Brooks was looking at you?”
She blows out a breath, which fans across my bare chest. “It was a disgusted look. A look
like I am the enemy. He’s not okay with this, Z.”
That son of a bitch. I’m gonna rip his heart out. He’s putting me in this fucking position, making shit worse. “Until we knew it wasn’t just my mom, I guess he probably did think it was your fault. I’m sorry, babe.”
“I need to go back to work tomorrow,” she says after a few minutes of silence.
“I told you, you aren’t a hostage. You can come and go, but I’ll be honest, I don’t like the idea with this shit going on.”
“You still think it’s my father, I need to show my face. If I’m not there, the questions will start and he will send them looking.”
I fucking hate it. I don’t want her in the middle of any of this. I already said too much, shit that shouldn’t leave our crew. I need to trust she won’t betray me and trust we are right that it’s not because of her. Because, if she goes there tomorrow and anything happens to her, I will kill Kingsley. I won’t think twice.
I hold her tighter, feeling my body starting to relax. “Okay, babe.”
I’ve been up for hours, watching her sleep. She looks so peaceful and I fucking hate that she’ll be going back to her club soon. As if she hears me, she begins to stir and opens her eyes.