by E. C. Land
“Baby, you gonna hurry up so I can get a shower, or you gonna join me?” Fuse’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and my body hums at the words that came from his mouth. Join him in the shower.
“Um,” I murmur quietly as I lift my gaze to meet his. I want that and more. I just don’t know how to voice it.
“Fuck, Ly, love the shyness and the way your cheeks are turning pink right now. I’ve been waiting for you to come to me, ma douce. I got a taste of you and helped you find your release. What I’m not gonna do is fuck you until you tell me that’s what you want,” Fuse says, letting me know flat out he’s waiting for me and not rushing.
Words don’t come to me. I can’t think of any to say in a moment like this. Instead, I allow my body to speak for me. Lifting my arms up, I wrap them around his neck and lift up on my toes to press my mouth to his. Darting my tongue out, I lick his lips until his part. Only then does he put his arms around me and deepens the kiss. Our mouths fuse together.
Fuse moves his hands down to cup my ass in both hands and lifts me clear off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist as I pull myself closer to him in the process. I feel him move us, not sure of where he’s walking to until I feel myself falling backward onto the bed.
Since I hadn’t put a shirt on yet and was only wearing a bra and panties, Fuse makes quick work of those along with the basketball shorts he slept in.
Breaking his mouth from mine, his cock lined at my entrance, he looks me in the eye. “Tell me now, Lyrica. I’d hate to slide into your sweet pussy only to have you stop me once I’m deep inside. I can’t hold back from being in you right now.”
“I want you.” I barely get the words out when his mouth comes crashing back down to mine and his cock starts pushing into me. My mind tried to protest. That is until my heart and soul pushed back.
This is Fuse. He’d never hurt me. Not intentionally, that is. I love him and I’ve wanted this moment from the day I met him.
Fuse thrust in and out slowly, at first building momentum within my body. I love the feeling and only when I start moaning into his mouth does he rip his mouth from mine in order to pick up speed, thrusting with a faster pace. One that feels unlike anything else I’ve ever felt.
He’s a powerhouse and even now, as he takes me, making me his, he consumes me with everything that is him.
“Philip,” I moan, bowing my back, seeking him to take me deeper.
Harder.
I want to be able to feel him even when he’s not inside me.
I don’t have to wait or tell him anything else because he gives me what I want and more. Within only a few more strokes, Fuse has me coming around him as he joins me in the throes of bliss.
His cock twitches inside me and I realize then that he’d not put a condom on. This should freak me the hell out considering everything, but it doesn’t. For whatever reason it doesn’t is due to this man being the one who holds my heart in his hands. I don’t know what I’d do without him and if something comes of this moment or any other time after. I will embrace it and hold on for the ride because it’s Fuse who I’m doing it with.
Chapter Fourteen
Fuse
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I didn’t expect Lyrica to initiate what we just did. I sure as fuck didn’t intend for this to happen this morning. Not that I’m gonna complain since one, this is my woman, I’ve finally gotten my cock deep inside of. For another, it’s been more months than I can think of without having anything wrapped around me other than my hand.
Shit.
Rolling off Ly, I bring her with me as I lie on my back. I trail my fingers along her spine while meeting her gaze. “You okay?” I ask, raspy. My throat seems tight with emotions I only feel when she’s around me.
“Yes, I’m more than okay,” she whispers softly, eyes half-mast.
“Good.” This really was good because it meant I hadn’t hurt her. I hold her to me for a while, just stroking my fingers along her back. Enjoying the feel of her naked body against my own.
We have a lot of shit to do today and one of those things is making sure my guests, I’ve been working on for the past three weeks, finally meet their demise. After the night of the fight and taking Lyrica to get her tattoo, I’ve spent several hours a day out at the boathouse, giving our special guests my undivided attention. I did this by torturing them with different techniques. Some of them were with knives, others were toyed with as hatchet practice targets. One even became a target for my bow. He’d ended up dying due to the arrow hitting his eye socket as I intended. I’d left him in the room with the others overnight before he’d been ground up in front of the others and then fed to the gators.
I’ve left the leader for last. His time is up as of today. I’d kept him for last for several reasons. I wanted him to feel every bit of pain Ly went through during her time they’d had her as well as when we first got her back. The motherfucker needed to feel every bit of it. Each day I’ve cut off a small part of him and fed it to Bart. He’d been ecstatic to get his treats. Tyres had even hooked up the leash to the gator and walked him into the boathouse to munch on some of the tidbits that were missed.
As of now, Leonard is missing each and every one of his toes, fingers, and one of his ear lobes.
Today, I’m thinking it will be easy. I’m in a good mood and don’t want it tainted by the demise of Leonard. I think I’ll go in there with the gun my cousin, Sabine, had given me years ago with the gold-plated handle. Out of all my cousins on my mother’s side, Sabine is the only one I even think to talk to. Considering the bullshit we’d dealt with in the club thanks to her father and his fucked-up wife, I didn’t want any part of them. Plus, my mother and aunt were twins. When their mom died, the asshole thought he could try to take my mom from my pops. That didn’t happen because of my dad’s position with the club.
After that, my dad moved him and my mom to the Florida charter. He’s the VP there and wanted me to stay with them in Florida, but Louisiana is in my blood and it’s where I belong. He knew what was going on with Lyrica being missing and ended up putting in a favor to another club we’re associated with, the Raiders of Valhalla. They’d been working at trying to find information out for us as well. In fact, the contact who’d helped give me information had been their VP, Fenrir, after he’d been in contact with someone who was a part of this group of fuckwads.
Throughout the whole thing, it was my mother who didn’t know a thing about it. She’d have flipped the hell out and come to Louisiana, which though I love the damn woman, I don’t need her ass smothering the fuck out of me in an attempt to coddle me.
Thinking of them and the gun I’ve never used that Sabine gave me gives me great joy to have something that will be good to use. Because once I empty a few clips into Leonard’s body, I’ll have Breaker dispose of the gun.
“Are we going to lay here like this all day?” Lyrica whispers, breaking through my morbid thoughts of ending lives and relishing the fact it’ll be done.
“I wish we could, ma douce. Unfortunately, I have shit to get done, but what do you say I take you out on the bike today. The boot’s off and the weather is gonna be nice,” I offer.
“Yes,” she squeals, nearly jumping up into a sitting position on my lap, causing me to chuckle.
“Someone is excited at the suggestion. You miss riding, baby?” I smirk.
“I have. I used to dream about it,” she murmurs quietly. Her eyes getting a brief haunted look to them. “When . . .when they’d hurt me, I’d let my mind go to things that I enjoyed. Riding with you was the one I did the most.”
Fuck me.
“Then how about you get ready, and I’ll put off my plans until after I take my woman for a ride on my bike,” I murmur, wanting to give her this. Lyrica doesn’t say another word. Nope, she’s too excited that she flies out of bed and to the closet to grab clothes. Sitting up, I reach to the nightstand and shoot a mass text telling my brothers the change of plans. I was taking Ly out on the bike fir
st. Immediately they all start replying while I get dressed. Most of them saying they’d be joining while some said to have fun, they were staying behind to keep an eye on shit.
By the time I’m pulling my cut on, Lyrica comes out of the closet wearing my property cut on top of a fitted tee paired with jeans and boots. Good girl. She remembers the rules for riding with me.
“All set,” she says, sounding excited as ever.
I slide my boots on and grin at her. “Then let’s get going.”
Taking her hand, I guide her out of our room and head for the door. Outside, I glance in her direction as she sees the guys already getting on their bikes. This shows they’d jump at a moment’s notice to do anything for her, let alone with her.
Holding her hand in mine, I walk us over to my own bike and straddle her before holding a hand out to help her on. Without hesitation, she climbs behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.
Grinning, I brush a hand on her hand and give it a squeeze. Looking to Chains, I lift my chin, letting him know I’m ready. The sounds of bikes roaring to life as one and within moments, we’re heading through the gates to give Lyrica a ride she’ll never forget. One that shows family stands together.
Riding down the road back to the clubhouse, I’m more than ready to not only take my woman back home and have my way with her. I’m ready to finish what needs to be done. As much as I’d have loved to have taken Lyrica out for longer than we did, she hadn’t been on the back of a bike in a while and needed to become accustomed to it again. Especially after just getting the boot taken off her foot.
Either way, she’d had a blast. At one point, I know she’d thrown her hands up in the air. Ly having fun was all our ride had been about now as we pull back in through the gates, I switch gears.
I want to be able to spend the rest of the day with my ol’ lady, but first, I need to put an end to one person who is still alive.
Pulling up in front of the house, I shut my bike off and help Lyrica climb off. Once she’s off the back, I swing my leg over and pull her to me.
“I gotta do some shit for a bit and when I get back, I want you all to myself. Got me?” I mutter, holding her close.
“Okay,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Good,” I murmur and press a kiss to her lips.
Releasing her, I watch as instead of her going into the house, Lyrica heads in the direction of Chains and Tiny’s where Tiny and the rest of the ol’ ladies were standing. The smiles on their faces telling at the fact they’re happy to have their friend back.
Even Carson since this meant he had his drawing buddy back.
Now that Ly’s boot is off when she’s ready, she can go back to work if she wants to. If not, that’s cool too.
Turning to my brothers, I mutter the words they’re waiting to hear. “Boathouse.”
Nodding, each and every one of them heads in the direction alongside me. “We ending it finally?” Tyres mutters.
“Yep. Lyrica’s happy and, for the past week, hasn’t woken up in the middle of the night due to nightmares. I want him dead and fed to the gators so I can finally say this part of the bullshit is over,” I grumble, knowing the full extent isn’t over with.
Not only do we still have to deal with any more men associated with Leonard and his men.
We have to take in mind the fact we don’t know who all is a part of this Supreme Masters group that Stoney and his club told us about. We also still have to find the man who’d been with the asshole who’d kidnapped Lyrica in the first place. He’s still unknown, but I’ll find what I need on him.
Then there’s also the fact I need to not only tell Lyrica about Simone, but I also need to find out why they were separated along with anything else. My gut’s saying something’s not right when it comes to their childhood. Maybe the whole adoption thing in itself is what’s rubbing me the wrong way.
“Let’s get this done then,” Chains growls from the other side of me as we step up to the boathouse.
Inside, I hold back the need to gag at the stench that fills the air. Leonard’s head is bobbing forward, indicating he’s still alive.
“Ready to die fucker?” I ask, stepping off to the side to open the drawer to a cabinet that should be used for tackle and shit, but it’s where we store our shit for moments like this. Reaching in, I pull out the gun Sabine had given me along with the silencer. I don’t want Lyrica to accidentally hear the gun go off and freak.
Leonard makes a groaning sound in the back of his throat and I look to my brother standing closest to him. “Lift his head up. I wanna see his face one last time.”
Nodding, Throttle does as I order and holds Leonard’s head up. I step forward and place the gun to his forehead. “You had one of your men fuck my woman with a steel pipe. She does realize I know this as she screamed it out in her sleep. This past week she’s not had one nightmare. This means she’s healing and you’re gonna finally die.”
I jerk my chin at Throttle and wait for him to back up enough so he doesn’t get brains on him.
With him out of the way, I squeeze the trigger and with a pop, it was done. Leonard was history. Stepping further away from him, I empty the rest of the clip into him and grab another to do the same. I then give the gun to Tyres, who was holding a clip, ready to unload his own bullets into the fucker. After Tyres, each brother takes their turn until Leonard’s body is riddled with bullet holes.
Only when the last brother finishes releasing the last bullet from the clip, do we all head for the door. The rest is being left to Pipe, Throttle, and Lynch as the three of them prepare the body to grind and dump.
“It’s done,” Chains says, clasping a hand on my shoulder.
“Partially,” I mutter.
“True, but this is one part of it that you won’t have to worry about again. We know to be vigilant when it comes to the ol’ ladies and kids around her. Now, let’s get the fuck back to the house. I’d like to spend time with my ol’ lady and kids before takin’ her to bed and fuckin’ the shit out of her.” I grin at Chains, knowing exactly what he means with that because that’s what I intend to do soon as I get Lyrica into the house and up to our room.
Shit, I might not even let her up for air the remainder of the day and into the night.
Today the drama for now ends. At least until the next bit begins. Seems it’s never-ending, but for now, it’s over.
Chapter Fifteen
Lyrica
Riding on the back of Fuse’s bike wrapped around him is one of the best feelings in the world. Okay, so it comes in second to actually riding the man himself. After Fuse and I got back from the ride, he’d taken off for a bit to do what he needed to do. Once finished, he’d come back, lifted me over his shoulder, and carried me in a fireman hold back home, where he spent the rest of the evening well into the night ravishing my body.
I rode him. He took me. And then he did it again. And again. It had been great.
Since the ride on his bike, he’s taken me out three more times. I’ve even started back at the tattoo shop under the watchful eye of all the men in my life. Lynch is there more managing the place. I’d wanted to strangle the woman they’d had working in my stead, considering she jacked my whole system up. This made them all laugh, especially when she’d snapped at me. I’d looked to Lynch, who’d given me the chin lift in his way of saying go for it.
Oh, I went for it alright. Yesterday the bitch was thrown out of the shop by the roots as I yanked her from my seat and threw her through the open door.
This all happened within less than a week.
Now I’m feeling the majority of myself again. Even had Robby do my next set of piercings. Of course, this was done with Fuse standing next to me, watching as I’d gotten my nipples pierced.
His eyes flared and I know he’s dying to play with them. Fuse has told me multiple times that he loves playing with my pussy, especially the piercing I have there. For so long, I regretted it, but now I definitely don’t.
“H
ey, baby,” Fuse’s voice draws my attention when he calls my name. Lifting my head up from my sketch pad, I give him a smile. But one look at his face and I’m not wanting to smile anymore.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask, putting the pad down on the seat of my bay window in our house. The bay window I’d found out he’d had design solely for me.
“Gotta talk to you about something important,” he grumbles, reaching out for my hand and pulling me up off the seat. He then walks me over to the couch, where he sits and pulls me down until I’m straddling his waist.
“What is it?” I ask this time, far more cautious.
“What I’m gonna tell you is gonna upset you, piss you off, and probably fuckin’ hurt.” Oh no. Please tell me he’s not breaking up with me.
“Are you breaking up with me?” I blurt.
“What? Fuck no, ma douce, you are my ol’ lady and I lost you once. I’m not losing you again,” Fuse growls, his hands tightening on my hips.
“Okay, good, because I love you too much for you to break up with me now,” I ramble, nodding my head like a bobblehead doll.
This causes Fuse to grin. “Fuckin’ cute, baby, and I hate to take away from the cuteness that you got goin’ on right now, unfortunately, I can’t keep it from you any longer.”
“Tell me,” I murmur, not liking this.
Sighing, Fuse starts rubbing his hands up and down my bare thighs.
I still have a hard time wearing clothes that are revealing out of the house, but I have no problem when I’m in the house. It’s my safe place where I live with Fuse, so I’m okay with shorts.
“You know we never stopped looking for you, right?” To this, I nod my head and he continues. “We had pulled as many people into the hunt as we could.” This made sense of why Leonard would get pissed about moving us all the time. “The DRMC dealt with some shit not too long ago where they found a woman. At first, they thought it was you. They didn’t call us at first as the woman had been severely hurt and drugged out of her mind. Worst of all, she’d been pregnant. Found out about her, went up there thinking I was getting you back only to find it wasn’t you. She, in a lucid moment, finally told the guys there her name. It’s Simone.”