Patch (The Black Cobras MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  I wasn’t even wet from the bath anymore. The heat of our bodies had soaked it all dry. I moved so his cock slid out of me and I tumbled on to the bathroom floor beside him. He fell back gently, and we were lying next to each other now, staring up at the ceiling. Trying to catch our breaths.

  Who was going to speak first? What did this mean?

  Was this just some version of a thank you to him? Because he saved my life?

  We just lay like that in silence for a few minutes till Patch finally started to arrange himself. He was sitting up, still so sexily naked that I couldn’t look anywhere else.

  “You should get some rest, sleep on a proper bed. Your body needs it,” he said, and I knew he was right.

  21

  Patch

  Samantha dried herself off after we had sex, tying the towel up around her damp, beautiful red curls.

  It was horrible seeing her in the condition I’d found her in the cage. She was in tatters and I could see she hadn’t been eating or drinking well. Now though, she looked much better. It was almost like her cheeks were glowing again. But she was always beautiful.

  I put on my clothes and brought her a t-shirt to wear. It looked huge on her, but cute, and she smiled at me when she slipped it on. I was aware she wasn’t wearing any underwear under that t-shirt and I was going to remember that.

  Along with that amazing feeling of being inside her and how beautiful she looked as her body bounced over me. Those big juicy tits of hers, the delicious nipples I wanted to suck on again.

  But now I was leading her to the bedroom. Thankfully my bed was made, and my room wasn’t a terrible mess.

  “You take the bed, I’ll take the couch outside,” I told her.

  She turned to me then and I could see a look of confusion on her face. Did she expect us to sleep together on the bed? Was that what I was supposed to do in this situation? But I didn’t know how to do that. How to share a small space with a woman. For the whole night!

  “I’ll take the couch, you won’t be comfortable there,” she protested.

  “I pretty much sleep on the couch on nights when I’m home anyway.”

  Samantha smiled again and nodded. The bed had to look super inviting to her now!

  She went to it, delicately tucking herself in under the covers.

  “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be outside,” I told her, and I switched off the lights in the room.

  Not since Nancy was little, when she used to cry herself to sleep because of our mother’s death or because of the way our dad was treating her, had I taken care of another person this way. I turned to look at Samantha before I left the room and it seemed like she’d drifted off to sleep already. I couldn’t blame her after the horror story she’d just experienced.

  Out in the living room, I was just starting to clear away the dishes and bowls when my phone rang. It was Cash.

  “Everything good?”

  “Everything’s good. She’s asleep.”

  “Good. Grimm has called Church. You should come in.”

  “And leave Samantha here? What if Gunther and Lynch’s guys are watching this place? Waiting for me to leave.”

  “I’ll send one of the prospects over. He’ll keep watch on your apartment while you’re away,” Cash said.

  He was right, I needed to attend Church. I needed to be there for my club just like I needed to be there for Samantha too.

  “Yeah, alright, I’ll be there in fifteen,” I said and hung up.

  The club was back at the Pit and it looked like things had gone relatively smoothly at the meeting with Lynch—which meant that nobody had been shot and none of them were under attack. The mood at the Sons of Satan was definitely not going to be as good when they returned to their own Clubhouse and discovered that Samantha was gone, and Gunther had been shot.

  But for now, my club was unharmed.

  “What does he want?” I asked Grimm, who had been drinking endlessly since he returned from the meeting. It was easy to see that he was not happy with the situation. In his head, this shit was supposed to be over by now. He had already shaken hands for a truce. Grimm didn’t want a war, especially not with a club that was bigger and more threatening than us.

  “Our Mexican contacts. They want to take over our weapons trade and they’re not backing down till they fuckin’ get it from us,” he replied. Cash had been drinking too. He was in the same boat as Grimm. Even though he was putting his neck on the line and still fighting for the club, he had a family now and I knew he was worrying about them.

  I knew a little bit about what he was going through now. I’d been worried about Samantha. It was a new emotion for me, but one I was slowly beginning to understand.

  “We’re not giving them our contacts and we’re not waiting here like sitting ducks for them to attack us,” I said. The others looked at me. Cash blinked. He heard what I said but maybe he wasn’t of the same opinion. Either way, I knew I was right. This was bullshit.

  “This is bullshit!” I growled out my thoughts. “No way are we just sitting here and getting threatened by that bunch of fucked up bullies!”

  “If we have to attack them, then we have to do it now, before they get any stronger than they already are. They’re gaining speed,” Bones observed.

  “But they also have an internal power struggle going on between them now. Gunther and Lynch. This could be the perfect time for us to strike,” I said and the others in our gathering agreed. Even Cash was starting to look alive. It was only Grimm who was still silent, but then he started nodding too.

  He knew I was right. He had no choice but to agree with me this time.

  “It’s now or never,” he said, even though I heard a tone of dejection in his voice. “Let’s do this. Let’s plan an attack. Whatever it takes to fuckin’ end this thing!”

  Grimm emptied the last of his beer down his throat while our club cheered. We had enough. The Sons of Satan had taken us for a motherfuckin’ ride. They tried to hurt our women. To keep hurting them. We were going to do something about it.

  22

  Samantha

  When I woke up, I realized that I must have been sleeping for several hours without stirring once, which was very rare for me. Usually on most nights, I couldn’t get a few hours’ shut eye without sitting up in bed and trying to force myself to fall asleep again.

  But last night I had been tired, and I could still feel the aches and pains on my body from the intensity of all the experiences from the past few days. Now, as my feet touched the carpeted floor of Patch’s bedroom, I still couldn’t believe I was out in the real world, that I’d slept on an actual bed, that I had sex with Patch again last night and how good it was!

  He’d promised he was always going to keep me safe. What was that even supposed to mean? Something like an electric current shot down my back. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and imagine more than what it actually was—an affectionate thing to say to someone he once knew.

  Someone he was having sex with!

  Someone whose life he saved!

  I shook my head. I didn’t want to think those thoughts. This world and my past experiences had an uncanny knack of leaving me heartbroken. I always ended up making the wrong decisions. I wasn’t very good at making the right choices.

  So, going down that road, trying to come face to face with my feelings for Patch could have unforgiving consequences. When this was all over, where were we going to be? Patch was going back to his life, that was for sure. Where would that leave me? I didn’t want to think about it.

  So, I stepped out of the bedroom, still in his oversized t-shirt from last night. It was like he’d hugged me all night. Like I could still feel his arms around me.

  I checked the living room; he wasn’t in it. He said he would be right outside if I needed him! His promises were already turning out to be false.

  In the bathroom I splashed my face with water and tried to smoothen out my hair, which was still a fluffy curly mess—but at least i
t was clean now.

  At least I could now bring myself to look in the mirror. I wasn’t disgusted by myself anymore. I shuddered at the thought of how I felt last night. It seemed so distant now. Like none of that had actually happened to me. I wasn’t the one locked up in a cage by the Sons of Satan. That was someone else.

  When I was coming out of the bathroom, the front door of the apartment opened, and Patch stepped in. He saw me. I saw him. And it seemed like he’d stopped in his tracks. There were two big shopping bags in both his hands.

  “I’ve got things I thought I could add to the pantry,” he declared, and I smiled at him and nodded.

  “Thanks,” I said, and my voice was still hoarse.

  “Sorry, I had to leave last night. Needed to go talk to the rest of the club. We’re on high alert,” he said. I followed him to the kitchen area.

  “I can imagine.”

  “But don’t worry. I had someone from the club watching the apartment, so you were safe the whole time,” he continued as he started taking things out of the bags and stuffing them into the cabinets. I reached for some of them, to give him a hand and our fingers brushed.

  “You’re being very nice to me, Patch, and I don’t know why or how to thank you,” I told him. We both stopped moving and turned to just look at each other in silence.

  “You need my help and I’m here,” he said, and I gulped.

  “It’s just that…I don’t know…nobody has been there for me all these years. For a long time. I’ve just been so alone, without being left alone for a minute!” I replied and chuckled sarcastically.

  He must have figured out what I meant because I saw his jaw clenching and then he nodded.

  “You don’t have to go back to that life again,” he said.

  The apples I was holding in my hands nearly dropped to the floor. It was like he’d read my mind. That was exactly what I was thinking in that moment—that I would do anything to have a normal life for now on. To get away from Lynch and the Sons of Satan. I just didn’t know if it was possible.

  “I don’t want to go back to that life. I just hope they don’t come after me eventually, when all this is over with you guys,” I said.

  Patch breathed in deeply.

  “I’m going to try my best, along with my brothers, to eliminate them.”

  Was he saying he planned on killing them?

  I said nothing.

  “But if that doesn’t work, or something happens to me, to us…it would be safest for you to have a plan B in place,” he added.

  “A plan B?”

  “Yeah, figure out where you can go from here, start a new life, somewhere they can’t reach you. Maybe back with your family,” he suggested, and I looked away from him, embarrassed. He was going to make me admit something I hadn’t said aloud to even myself in all these years.

  “I don’t have a family anymore. Lynch isolated me from everyone in my life. In the life I led before I met him. It was the only way he could completely control me,” I said, and Patch clenched his jaw again. I could see he was clenching his fists too. “So technically, I really have nowhere to go. Nobody I could trust. I don’t have a plan B right now,” I said, and he ran a hand through his hair.

  “We’ll figure something out. For now, let’s eat breakfast.”

  Patch insisted on making breakfast, and I sat on his couch in the living room, watching him. Eggs and toast and bacon, coffee. He’d even bought a few donuts which he now brought over to the coffee table. I hadn’t realized till I saw the food how hungry I was. But not nearly as bad as last night, so I could eat with some dignity at least.

  “I met Lynch while I was in college, and I was an idiot and thought he was so cool. That he led such a cool lifestyle.”

  I decided I wanted to open up to Patch. He hadn’t pushed me for any of this information, but I felt like maybe it was time to share it with him. He was doing so much for me. He looked up at me with a surprised expression on his face and then nodded.

  “I’m sure you were just young and impressionable.”

  “And I wish I wasn’t so locked up in my life by my own parents. Hadn’t felt the constant itch to rebel against them. I just couldn’t stand being in that house and following their instructions. I wanted to break free and Lynch looked like a pretty good option,” I continued.

  Patch was trying not to stare but I could sense he was in shock. I had walked into Lynch’s lair and become a part of his club on my own accord. I had nobody to blame except myself.

  I sipped on the strong aromatic coffee and it seemed to soothe my soul.

  “And I didn’t go back even when my parents tried. For a very long time, they tried to bring me back, they promised me ludicrous things just so that I’d return, but by that time I was in too deep with Lynch. To him, I was already a part of his property. I’d dropped out of college. I had no money of my own and Lynch paid for everything.”

  Patch breathed in deeply and I wondered if he could see the sadness in my eyes. How much I regretted everything that happened to me. The choices I made.

  “You don’t have to relive all those memories, Samantha. You should only look forward from here. It happened, whatever happened, but you can make it out of all that now. Leave it all behind and start afresh.”

  “How?!”

  “You can stay here, for as long as you want or need to. It’s not like I spend a lot of time in this apartment,” he said with a slight grin. “Get back on your feet, no matter how long it takes, and I’ll be happy to help.”

  I swallowed the coffee that was in my mouth and put the mug down on the table. What was he doing to me? Why was he doing it to me? I felt vulnerable and strong at the same time and I stood up from my seat and walked over to him.

  Patch put down his coffee mug too. Even though I didn’t say anything, by the smile on his face, I could tell he knew exactly what I was going to do next.

  I went on my knees in front of him and Patch watched me in silence for a few moments while I rubbed my hands on his folded knees. He was looking into my eyes, like he was about to say something.

  I leaned forward then, starting to undo his jeans and pull them down his muscular thighs. He reached forward, winding his fingers into my curls and holding my head strongly in place.

  I pulled down his jeans and his underwear till his cock came into view. Already it was throbbing and growing. I’d taken him by surprise, but it looked like he was ready for me.

  I opened my mouth wide and leaned forward, popping just the tip of his cock into my mouth first. Patch groaned and I felt his fingers digging into my skull as he held me tightly in position.

  He was big in my mouth. I stretched my lips open wide, and he started to slide down my throat till I could feel him gagging me and I pulled out. It felt amazing to have that kind of control over him. Over a man like him. Someone so strong and masculine, and now he was like putty in my hands.

  I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide again to take him in. This time he pulled my head forward towards himself, like he couldn’t wait to thrust his cock into my mouth. I welcomed him in and then he started rocking.

  He started rocking back and forth on his chair while I bobbed my head up and down. His cock thrust deep in and out of my throat. I licked the tip of his cock with my tongue and he groaned repeatedly. His hands remained fixed in my hair, holding my head in position while I bent over him.

  I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs as I held on to his thick thighs for support. I knew the tightness was building up in my own belly now, getting more difficult for me to hold back by the minute.

  Patch grunted and cursed and then grabbing a fistful of my curls, he pulled my head back up from his cock. With his other hand, he grabbed himself as he exploded. His cum shot up at me, spreading on my face and mouth and he stroked it roughly, glaring at me, grunting as he came with vigor and I breathed heavily as he covered my face with it.

  When he was done, he reached for the tissues on the table and handed me
a big ball of them. Patch clenched his jaw and shook his head.

  “You are fuckin’ irresistible and I know you know that,” he growled and cleaned the cum off his cock too. I wiped my face and mouth, rejoicing in the sound of his voice. He was admitting defeat. He was admitting that he couldn’t control himself around me and it made me feel powerful. For the first time in a long time, Patch was helping me feel like I had some control too.

  I smiled at him and I was about to stand up, but Patch caught me by my hips and pulled me up. With one quick motion, he’d landed me on the couch. I squealed and giggled, surprised by his actions. But when he threw himself on top of me, keeping me pinned down to the couch—I knew he was going to teach me a lesson.

  It was payback time.

  He took the t-shirt off in one pull. It was the only thing I was wearing and now it was off, and I was completely naked. His hands were immediately on my breasts, squeezing and touching them, caressing my rosy erect nipples while he sat straddling me.

  My hips rose up towards him, encouraging him to take me. Take me however he wanted to do it. I just wanted to be possessed by him, taken over…and now he was sliding down my legs, stretching himself out over me.

  I arched my back, raising myself up high, weaving my fingers into his smooth dark hair while his face hovered over my pussy. I could feel his hot breath falling on me, on my wet juicy folds. With his fingers, he tested me first, slowly rubbing my clit, watching it swell up with desire and I thought he was going to push his finger into my pussy—but instead, his mouth went down on me.

  His tongue slid into my folds and I cried out with joy. My body seemed to spark up with an electrical force and he slipped his tongue down further into me. His thumb remained on my clit, stroking and rubbing it till I started to move against him.

  Patch wasn’t going anywhere, he wasn’t budging. He kept thrusting his tongue into me, tasting me, exploring me, licking up the juices that were sliding down the insides of my thighs. His finger on my sensitive clit was more than enough, but his tongue was double trouble.