I shake my head into Chaos’s chest and he replies for me. “Nah brother, I think she just needs to take it easy a bit. Maybe you could carry her to the shower though? The cold water will help ease any swelling she’s got going on and get her back to one hundred percent with it in no time.”
“Yes, of course,” Odin mutters and then my body heats where his big hands grab me from Chaos’s hug. In the next blink, I’m secured in his muscular arms and he’s holding me princess style.
My hands quickly move to swipe away any lingering tears and Odin peers down at me. Is that uneasiness floating in his gaze? Since when does he worry about me? “You ever hurt yourself, you just yell as loud as possible and someone will come get me, you hear?” he sweetly scolds me.
I nod. Mute and struck dumb as a door knob at his generous order. He shifts to hold me with one hand, that’s how damn strong he is. His free fingers move to my cheeks, turning my head to him a bit more. He tenderly swipes away the wetness before holding me more securely again. I swear it has me wanting to cry harder; I’m a complete disaster for him. I want so badly to blab and tell him how much I fucking love him. I don’t. Instead, I bite the shit out of the inside of my lip and after he pays a quick thank you to Chaos for helping me, he spins us, taking us back inside.
He thanked Chaos for helping me, for him. Let’s not mention that I’m not even hurting in the slightest bit ether. Well, not my ankle at least. And Chaos totally covered for me, after saying the sweetest thing. He truly respects me. Could it be possible that more of the guys in the club feel the same way? Chaos really is a good best friend and he wasn’t lying when he said that he has my back. He just fibbed to his VP to keep my feelings between us and then came up with a way to get me in Odin’s arms. He’s pretty genius, and I’m silently kicking myself for not confiding in him sooner.
“You sure you don’t want me to call over 2 Piece to check your ankle? I will…say the word.”
Shaking my head, I concentrate on holding back from running my hands all over his cut frame. With his muscles shifting and flexing as he carries me like his woman, the temptation is far too strong. “Thanks, but it happens often. I’ll be fine, my body isn’t weak.” Especially since it’s a little white lie.
“You need to watch out; one of us may not be close by next time to help you.” He takes me to his room rather than my own, not pausing until he sets me on his bathroom counter. It’s amusing to see him fretting over me, so un-Odinish. He’s so rough and tough; this softer side has me melting all over for him. This is so bad, I’d rather him be a jerk, it would make things easier.
“I will,” I mutter absently, watching as he turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature. Does he plan to get in there with me? Maybe the broody biker wants a blow job in return for grabbing me. I wouldn’t mind. I’m always ready and willing for him. I figure the more I satisfy him, the more time I’ll get to spend with him.
“You need me to help take your clothes off?” His gaze heats as it falls to my chest. My breasts lift and fall quicker from his gaze. If he peels these clothes off, there’s no way in hell I’m letting him keep his clothes on as well.
“I can get them,” I say after a pause. I don’t want to come off even needier than I am.
He pulls one tennis shoe off and then carefully unties the other lace, loosening it until he can work the shoe off with little movement from my ankle. It’s so sweet and makes me feel a bit guilty for lying in the first place.Damn it, Chaos. I swallow, watching him move to my socks next. The gorgeous man tucks them inside before standing. “I have to meet with the guys. We have church and they’ll be waiting for me.”
Damn. I wanted him under that water with me.
“I got this.” I smile reassuringly. “Thank you for your help but go. Don’t keep the brothers waiting on my account.”
“You’re hurt; they’ll get over it.” His finger moves to my chin, lifting it as he says the words. I can’t help but silently chant:kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
It doesn’t work though.
My heart pings at his sincerity and I swallow. “I got it from here.”
“You’re sure?”
I’m not sure about a damn thing except the fact that I’m screwed in the love department. One look at this beautiful being and he owns me all over again. “Yes, I’ll manage.”
He nods, his hand dropping away. “All right then, I’ll check on you when I’m done.”
“Okay,” leaves me in a whisper and then he’s gone. My heart still flips, my stomach twirls, and I’m more confused than ever. I must hold my feelings back; I must pretend that everything is still the same. But how in the fuck can I do that when he’s treating me like I mean something more to him than just a body to warm his bed each night?
How do I do that, when he’s making me feel special?
She’s hurt, and I wasn’t around to get to her. Cherry’s been through enough in the past that just the thought of her being injured drives me insane inside. I can still remember how bad off she’d been after the Iron Fists had stormed the club, bloodying the brothers and laying hands on our women. Fucking bastards! Had they not been dead already, I’d be riding for them now just remembering her bruised up face and body. Hell, she and I weren’t even this close back then and I’d had murder on my mind when we got payback.
“Fucking cowards,” I growl, drawing the attention of the brothers. I’m sitting at the table in church, just stewing. I guess my muffled thoughts weren’t exactly silent after all.
“Brother?” Torch mutters, his brow crinkled as he catches a few words.
“It’s nothing.” I shrug the question off, not wanting to go into it with him. “Chao, was anyone around when you found Cherry?” I find myself asking, although I probably shouldn’t. It’s not the time nor the place.
Every brother around the table sets their gaze on me. A smirk paints Saint’s sculpted lips making me roll my eyes. The psycho asshole is far too pretty to be mixed in amongst the roughness of the rest of us. However, his brand of crazy makes up for his looks in the end, outshining us all.
Chaos takes a hefty swig of his mason jar full of moonshine. “She sought me out,” he admits after a moment and my breath gets stuck somewhere in my chest feeling like a cat shredding me inside with its fucking nails. She was looking for him, but why the hell not me instead? I could’ve easily helped her. All she had to do was yell for me and someone would’ve let me know.
“Did she ask you to come for me?” I’m off my rocker at this point to be questioning him about this in front of the other brothers. It doesn’t matter though; I can’t seem to get her off my mind. Not to mention the way she was clutching to Chaos with her head buried in his damn chest when I found the two of them locked in the embrace.
Blaze grunts, Saint smirks, Nightmare cocks his head, and Torch is utterly silent. The rest of the brothers—Smokey, Mercenary, and Sinner don’t move a muscle. They’re waiting to see where this is going and if I’m going to flip out over something. Will Odin lose his shit, yank his battle knife free and slice through someone in a fit of rage? They’ve seen it happen before, believing me to be the quiet, damaged younger brother of their mighty president. In a sense, I am him, yet....so much more. I won’t hurt Chaos though; I have no claim over Cherry, even if at times it feels that I do. She’s a club whore and I must keep reminding myself of that fucked up fact.