Widow's Undoing

by L. Wilder

  Before he had a chance to stop me, I rushed to my bedroom, grabbed my favorite bra and panty set, and rushed to the bathroom. After I undressed, I took a shower and shaved. As soon as I was done, I dried off and put on my pink lace bra and panties with a white cotton t-shirt. I’d just started brushing my hair when I noticed Roman standing in the doorway. He’d taken off his leather jacket and boots and was leaning against the door frame with a hungry look in his eyes. “No point in getting dolled up, babe. I’m just going to dirty ya up.”

  I immediately dropped the brush into the sink. A thrill shot through me as I stepped closer to him, feeling the heat of his stare burn against my flesh. When I was face-to-face with him, I placed my palms flat against his chest, trying to steady myself from my shaky knees. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned over me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.

  He reached for the hem of my t-shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. As soon as my favorite pink bra hit the floor, he kissed me—an aggressive, bruising, mind-blowing kiss. I wasn’t patient. I needed to feel him against my body to ease the growing desire that was building in my stomach. My fingers slid up under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his stomach grow taut against the touch of my fingertips. I eased the soft fabric over his head and tossed it to the floor. Neither of us had gotten completely undressed the first time we had sex, so I was surprised to find that his chest was covered in tattoos.

  I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch him. He watched silently as my fingers trailed along the intricate lines of his ink. I was utterly enthralled by the beautiful Celtic design with various words and images intertwined. My fingers continued to work their way up his chest but quickly stopped when I felt several raised scars hidden beneath the ink. Roman remained perfectly still, watching silently as I moved my hand across the various scars. Some were small, while others were thick and gnarled. I looked up at him, my mind filled with questions, but the words were stuck in my throat. When my fingers reached his back, I gasped, “Roman.”

  “The scars you see aren’t the ones you have to worry about, Frankie. They healed a long time ago...It’s the ones buried deep that are going to be the hardest to heal.”

  I knew he was right. While they were not nearly as horrific as his, I had scars of my own. I didn’t even notice them anymore. It was Marc’s cruel words that cut the deepest and lingered in the back of my mind. They haunted me, filling me with insecurities. I placed the palm of my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my hand as I said, “I’m sorry anyone ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough, that you weren’t worthy of love, because you are. You just have to believe it, Roman. Let me be the one to show you.”

  “You deserve so much more than a man like me.”

  “But it’s you that I want.”

  “I’m not sure I can be gentle with you, Frankie. I want you too fucking much.” It was a warning, but I didn’t want to stop; stopping was the last thing I wanted to do. There was something about the thought of him losing control that enticed me even more.

  “I don’t want you to be gentle with me,” I confessed.

  The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a jolt of excitement through me. This man had me imagining all sorts of things—very naughty, wicked things. Unable to stop the thoughts that were going through my head, I slowly dropped to my knees, reaching out for the waistband of his jeans. His eyes widened when I started to inch his jeans down his hips. A torturous groan vibrated through his chest when I took him in my hand and began to stroke up and down his hard, rigid shaft. His fingers clamped around the edge of the dresser, and his eyes shut when I brushed my tongue against the sensitive flesh.

  “Fuck,” he mumbled as I took him deep in my mouth. I continued to stroke him slowly, with my fingers wound tightly around his cock, feeling him throb against my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair as his hips thrust forward, guiding me to take him deeper. I wasn’t exactly confident I was doing it right, but seeing how his body responded to my touch gave me such a sense of power. The thought of making this man lose control with just my mouth exhilarated me, fueled my desire, and made me want him even more. With just the twist of my hand, a guttural moan echoed through the room, and a pained expression crossed his face.

  I loved seeing him fall apart from my touch, and I was shocked when I was suddenly yanked up from the floor and carried over to the bed. He dropped me, with my back lying flat against the mattress. I propped up on my elbows and watched him slowly lower my panties down my legs.

  “Hey! What was that?” I protested.

  “I love your mouth, Frankie, but I need to be inside you.”

  I anxiously awaited as he took a condom out of his wallet, tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and slowly slid the latex down his long, hard shaft. He hovered between my legs, and goosebumps rose from my flesh, while I watched his eyes roam over every inch of my bare skin.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  His calloused thumb circled around my nipple, and my hips bucked toward him, needing to feel him inside me. “Please,” I begged. His warm, wet tongue pressed against my breast as he said, “Please what? Tell me what you want.” He was teasing me with his words, driving me wild with anticipation.

  “You, Roman. I want you...all of you,” I purred.

  When I looked at him, his eyes were filled with hunger, hunger for me. It gave me a thrill to see him looking at me like that. My body shuddered beneath him, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, and in that moment, I knew. Roman had stolen my heart, and there was nothing I could do about it. His eyes were still locked on mine when he drove deep inside me… harder and faster than I expected.

  A strangled cry of relief got caught in my throat when he pulled out to the tip and then pushed back inside me. My nails dug into his back as I tilted my hips forward, welcoming his invasion. His eyes were locked on mine while he thrust inside of me, again and again. I slowly raised my knees up to his hips, pulling him deeper inside. A low groan of pleasure vibrated through his chest as he steadied his stride, easing his rhythm to a slow, demanding pace.

  I couldn’t take it. I needed more. All of his restraint began to vanish as my body started to tremble and writhe beneath him. With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he ground his hips against mine. A jolt of pleasure shot through me when he deepened the angle, making my body clamp down around him. The muscles in my body grew tight as my release began to build, burning deep in my stomach. I lifted my hips, trying to match his unrelenting rhythm, but it was too much. The warmth of his body, the consuming burn of his touch, sent me over the edge. My hands reached for the sheets at my side, fisting them tightly when my body began to tremble uncontrollably as my orgasm took hold.

  “That’s it, baby. I want to feel you come,” he groaned, and just the sound of his voice sent me spiraling out of control. With a look of pure ecstasy on his face, he quickened his pace. I arched my back as my orgasm seized against my spine. He leaned over me, pressing his lips against mine, smothering my moans of ecstasy. Sweat trickled down his back, while his body continued to pound into mine. I wound my legs tighter around his hips, and with one last, powerful thrust, he found his own release. He held us there, motionless, until his body collapsed against mine. Minutes passed and I was still trying to catch my breath. Finally, I patted him gently on the shoulder and whispered, “As much as I like having your big, sweaty body on top of me, I… can’t… breathe.”

  Smiling, he quickly rolled to the side and pulled me over to him. “You’re really something, you know that?”

  “I was about to say the same about you.” I glanced up at him with a smile. “I never knew sex could be like that.”

  “You had to have some inclination. You’ve got two kids, Frankie.”

  “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean the sex was good. It certainly was never like that.”

  I could hear the amusement in his voice as he ask
ed, “So, you liked that, huh?”

  “Ahh, yeah. It was incredible.” I giggled as I asked, “When can we do it again?”

  “Greedy...” He rolled towards me and started trailing kisses along my neck. “I like it.”

  Unlike the times before, Roman took it slow, taking the time to explore every inch of my body. I meant it when I said I didn’t know sex could be like this. Never before had I ever felt so alive, so cherished and adored. We made love until the early morning light, only sleeping a couple of hours before Roman pulled himself out of bed. When he started to get dressed, I eased up on my elbow and asked, “Hey, where you running off to?”

  “Thought I’d go grab us some breakfast.”

  “Oh, breakfast would be great.” I tossed back the covers and raced to the bathroom, hoping he wouldn’t get a good view of my naked body. “Mind if I tag along?”

  “Suit yourself.” I’d cleaned up a little and was just slipping on my panties when Roman appeared in the doorway. “There a reason why you just bolted out of the bedroom like you were on fire?”

  Busted.

  Damn.

  “I was just trying to hurry.” Trying to play it off, I slipped on my bra and said, “Didn’t want to keep you waiting.”

  “Um-hmm.” He stepped over to me and slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. “You know, I saw you naked last night. Every damn inch of you.”

  “Yeah, but it was dark...and in the heat of the moment. I’ve had two kids, Roman. I don’t have the hot bod you’re probably used to.”

  “You’re wrong. You have an incredible body.” His eyes dropped to my breasts as he admitted, “Hell, I can’t even look at ya without getting a fucking hard-on.”

  “Oh, well, thank you.” A smile swept over my face as I said, “I think.”

  “You’re beautiful, Frankie.”

  “Might need you to remind me of that from time to time.”

  He motioned his head towards the bed as he said, “I can remind you right now.”

  “As tempting as that might be, I didn’t have dinner last night, and I’m starving.” I eased up on my tiptoes and kissed him softly. “Now, let me finish getting dressed so we can go get breakfast.”

  “You got it.”

  As soon as we were both dressed, I grabbed my purse, and we headed outside. Since it was sprinkling outside, we decided to take my car. I’d just started to back out of the driveway when his cell phone started to ring. He took it out of his pocket and answered, “You’ve got Widow.”

  After a brief pause, Roman announced, “I’ll be right there.”

  He hung up the phone, then turned to me and asked, “Mind if we run by the clubhouse first?”

  “Sure. No problem.”

  I continued out of the driveway and started towards the clubhouse. I thought I remembered how to get there but ended up taking a few wrong turns. After a little guidance from Roman, we finally arrived at the front gate. A man stepped forward, blocking me from moving forward, but as soon as he spotted Roman, he nodded and moved out of the way. As I continued forward, I said, “You guys are really strict with your security, huh?”

  “We take the necessary precautions.”

  “Precautions from what?”

  “Can’t really say. That’s club business.”

  “What?”

  “I’ll explain later.” He opened his car door as he said, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay. Take your time.”

  He got out of the car, and seconds later, he disappeared inside the clubhouse. I took a moment to look around and was surprised to find that the clubhouse looked even more intimidating in the daylight. The place was huge with various bikes parked along the front. The fence was even taller than I’d remembered, and there were heavy metal doors at every entrance. I couldn’t help but wonder why a biker club would need to have so much security. I could only assume the rumors were true. The Ruthless Sinners were in fact dangerous. I’ll admit it was concerning, very concerning, but when I was with Roman, I’d never felt safer. I knew he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt me.

  The second I saw him walking towards me, I knew something was wrong. He came over to my side of the car and waited as I rolled down the window. “I’m sorry, babe, but I gotta take a rain check on breakfast.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Can’t really get into it.” He leaned forward and kissed me briefly before saying, “I’ve sent a prospect over to get my bike.”

  “Okay.” Something was wrong, very wrong. I could see it in his eyes, and it scared me to think something might happen to him. “Should I be worried?”

  “No. Save the worrying for me.” He gave me a quick wink, then said, “I’ll call you when I can.”

  “Okay.” When he turned to leave, I shouted, “Be careful.”

  “Always!”

  Seconds later, he disappeared inside the clubhouse. I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to stay and push him to tell me what was going on. Unfortunately, I knew that wasn’t a good idea. Having no other choice, I backed out of the parking lot and drove back out of the gate. As I started home, the uneasy feeling I had was growing stronger, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was sure it was my mind’s way of telling me I might lose Roman. That was a thought I couldn’t bear. For years, I’d been forced to be independent. I’d had to take care of things on my own, so I’d never let myself need anyone. That all changed when Roman came into my life.

  I needed him, and it terrified me.

  Chapter 13

  Widow

  “How long have they been missing?”

  “Since about two this morning.” Menace seemed pretty shaken up as he told me, “We all came to the bar after Stilettos. Had a few more beers, and when we called it a night both Badger and Danny were busy cleaning shit up. I checked the monitors, and it looks like they left out about two this morning. Maybe they went out for cigarettes or something. I don’t know where they went. I just know they never made it back.”

  Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been a huge concern that two of our prospects had gone AWOL. Prospects have a lot to contend with and often need a breather, but after what happened with Country, l found it doubtful this was the case with Badger and Danny. “Has anyone gone out to look for them?”

  “Hawk and Rafe left out a few minutes ago.” He motioned his head behind him as he said, “Viper wants me and you to do the same. He and Axel are in his office putting feelers out to see if anyone’s seen them.”

  “I’m ready when you are.”

  “Then, let’s get moving.”

  As we started out to the parking lot, I asked, “You thinking this might have something to do with us bringing in Grant?”

  “Hard to believe it’s just a coincidence.”

  “Yeah, I was thinking the same damn thing.”

  “You never know though. Danny and Badger might’ve come across some hot chicks and decided to get a little side action.”

  “Doubt it, brother. Danny’s made too much headway to fuck it up over some pussy.”

  “You got a point there.”

  “I’ll go check with some of the girls and see if they’ve seen them. You head over to Stilettoes. Check around there and see what you can find. If you see or hear anything, let me know.”

  “Will do.”

  I was relieved to see that Zeek, one of our prospects, was pulling in with my bike. I thanked him, then got on and started over to Candy’s place. She was one of the club’s strippers who was known to have a thing for prospects. As I drove over, my mind was all over the place. It was utterly gut-wrenching to know that two of our own were missing, and we had no idea why. It didn’t help matters that every time it looked like Shotgun was going to break Grant, he’d break down and go into fucking shock again, making it impossible for him to continue. We were on the losing side of a waiting game, and there was nothing we could do about it.
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br />   I spent the entire afternoon checking in with all the girls, and none of them had seen or heard from Badger or Danny. I called to check in with the others, and none of them had had any luck either. I was at my wits end. I had no doubt that we were about to face some real trouble. With that in mind, I decided to stop by Frankie’s place and let her know I might be out of pocket for a while. I’d barely made it up into her driveway when Corry opened the front door and shouted, “Hey, Sean! Widow’s here.”

  I’d just gotten off my bike when both Corry and Sean came racing towards me. “Hey, you two, how’s it going?”

  “Good.” Sean glanced over at his brother. “At least it is for me. Corry’s still grounded until the end of time.”

  “Shut your pie hole, ass-face. I’m only grounded for two more weeks.”

  “You were already grounded for a month!”

  Corry’s face grew red like he was about to blow, so I quickly intervened by asking Sean, “No basketball practice today?”

  “Nah. Coach had something going on, so he called it off.”

  “Good deal.” I motioned my head towards the house as I asked, “Your mom home?”

  “She’s inside making burgers for dinner, but I’m pretty sure she burned them up.” Corry rolled his eyes and sighed. “It’s pretty smoky in there, and she’s slamming all the cabinets shut...She does that when she gets mad.”

  “So, you’re thinking the burgers are a no go?”

  “Definitely.”

  “How does pizza sound?”

  A smile crossed Sean’s face as he replied, “A lot better than burnt hamburgers.”

  “Good deal.” As I started towards the front steps, I told them, “I’ll see if your mom agrees.”