Seduce Me

by Ryan Michele

  And I know that Shaina’s words cut him deep.

  I lace my hands together in front of me and stare at the man talking in front of this massive group. He’s the same man who talked at my father’s; when his eyes find mine he gives a slight nod in recognition. I let my head fall to my chest and don’t bother to stop the tears from trailing down my face. Thoughts of Bam, Mia and Diamond, swirl so fast in my head that everything begins to get hazy.

  I register a hand on my arm, but it doesn’t stop the spinning in my head. “Casey,” is whispered in my ear but I can’t answer. My mouth is dry like I haven’t drunk anything for days. My body begins to feel light. “Casey.” The words are stronger now, but I still can’t answer. I feel the water leaking from my eyes, but none of it matters.

  “Cruz, something’s wrong.” I hear. Harlow and I want to answer her and tell her I’m alright, but the words won’t come out. My knees buckle and slam into the dirt, but I don’t feel any pain. I only feel numb.

  Standing here, I feel a huge weight on my shoulders pushing me down to the ground. Shaina’s words still bounce around in my head. Deep down, I know I did everything I could to protect Diamond at that moment, but I can’t stop the guilt of not saving him.

  I look to my left at the beautiful blonde standing next to my sister. I’m so fucking pissed, she didn’t tell me about the baby. I want to be rational and tell her I understand, but I can’t and it’s because of her. The thought of my child growing inside of her flips all these damn feelings inside and I like it, a lot.

  I said some pretty shitty things to her. I knew she’d never abort the baby, but I said it anyway. I knew the baby was mine, I never had a doubt. But my damn anger kept shit falling out of my mouth.

  Turning back to the ground, I stare at the same blade of grass and think about my life. I love my club. I will protect it and the people in it. She’s what’s missing. Casey my Angel. She is who I need.

  A commotion from my left catches my eye. Harlow and Cruz are reaching out to grab a collapsing Casey, but they aren’t fast enough, her knees crash to the ground. My legs move quick, pushing my way through the crowd.

  “What the fuck happened?” I growl at my sister who is helping Cruz get Casey up to a chair.

  “Shit. I don’t know. She just started swaying back and forth. I called her name, but she didn’t respond and then went down for the count. I tried to catch her.” She bends down climbing in between Casey’s legs. Casey’s eyes are open, but they are glazed over. “Casey? Answer me dammit.” Harlow yells, snapping her fingers in front of her.

  “It’s too much for her. Cruz, pick her up.” He does so and I sit in the chair as he places her in my lap. “It’s fine. Please continue on.” I grip Angel as tight as I can; her body lying limp across mine.

  After the service is over, I announce, “I’m taking her back to the limo. We’ll ride in the processional back, and then I’m putting her to bed.” I try to rise from the chair, but my grip on Angel isn’t good with one arm. “Cruz, fucking help me.” Anger surges through me that I can’t fucking pick up my girl, but it’s not the place or time for this shit.

  “You got it.” Cruz lifts her effortlessly and I can’t help the small bit of envy.

  “Take care of her.” Princess says as she grabs my arm tight.

  I look down at my sister, “Always.” A smile adorns her face as she lets go.

  The ride back to the clubhouse is quiet. Angel’s head rests on my lap and her eyes have now shut. I don’t believe for a minute she is sleeping though and when she speaks, I know she’s been awake the whole time. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a spectacle.”

  My hand sweeps in and out of her hair, feeling the silkiness brush through my fingers. “You didn’t. I knew it was too much for you. I should have been by your side.”

  “You don’t need to be anywhere you don’t want to be.”

  “You’re always where I want to be, darlin.’”

  “I’m so sorry. I should have told you.” I swipe my thumb across the tear that escapes the corner of her eye.

  “Yeah, you should have and I shouldn’t have lied about shit either. We both fucked up.” She opens her eyes and stares at me, the lines around her eyes laced with worry. “It’s gonna be alright.”

  “You don’t know that. I don’t think it will ever be alright.” No, I didn’t but I’d do my damnedest to make it that way.

  “We’ll get through it together.” Her eyes widened and she gaped. When she tries to move, I lock her down with my arm. “Stay.”

  Her body stays down, but the tension inside of it is strung tight. “You don’t mean that.” She sighs and looks away.

  “Look at me.” Her eyes slowly come to mine. “I was angry when I said that shit. I didn’t mean it. You’re my girl, Angel. You’ve been for a long fucking time and I’m done with all this other bull shit. From this moment on, we figure this shit out together. Got me?”

  She stares at me and blinks her eyes. “Are you able to forgive me for not telling you about Mia sooner?”

  I can’t lie. “I want to, but right now it’s too raw. We gotta work through that shit. And it’s the same with you and what I did. But Angel, this time I’m not walking away, I’m not making up some bullshit excuse, and I’m not giving you up. You’re with me; the rest of it will find its way.”

  “You really believe that?”

  “Fuck yeah. I lost you once, it won’t happen again.” Angel’s body shivered

  We were the first ones in the clubhouse as I pull Angel through to my room. After slowly taking her clothes off and putting her into one of my t-shirts, I lay her down on the bed and cover her up. I kick off my shoes and pants, climbing in behind her. “Sleep.” I tell her and brush her hair softly until her breathing evens out.

  I slide slowly out of bed. I don’t want to leave her, but there is a big party in Diamond’s honor that I can’t miss.

  Waking up with a start, I quickly look around the room. G.T.’s. I sigh and feel the sheets next to me, they are ice cold. He’s more than likely at the party for Diamond and that’s where he should be. I get up and get my purse off the desk. I open it pulling out three black and white pictures. The only pictures I have of Mia and look at each one, each only a small peanut on the paper.

  “I love you, baby girl.” I whisper, but this time I don’t feel the twinge of tears that threaten every time I’ve look at them. Instead, a smile graces my lips remembering the feeling of having her grow inside of me.

  The door opens and I jump. I look into the blue eyes of the man who has captivated me for most of my life. “You scared me.” I say quietly.

  “Whatcha got there?” He points to my hands.

  “Pictures of Mia.” His face twists as he steps closer.

  “Can I see them?”

  I smile. “Of course.” I hand them to him, his eyes graze the paper.

  “She’s a little peanut.” I chuckle.

  “That’s what I called her.” He hands the pictures back to me and sits on the bed. “What are we doing here?”

  “Not exactly sure, never done it before. But I meant what I said in the limo, I’m not letting you go.”

  My body pulsates with his words. So long I’ve waited to hear them. “I’m supposed to leave tomorrow.” I say quietly.

  “I know, but you can’t. It’s too dangerous. Not right now. I know how important school is to you. We’ll get you set up with shit online or something. You will graduate, I promise you that, but you can’t be up there by yourself.”

  “I don’t want to go back.” I whisper. “It’s where Mia was. That apartment is where I lost her.”

  “Come here.” His arm splays open and I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on.

  “Then you don’t go back.” He says matter-of-factly.

  “I wish everything could be that simple.”

  “Look at me.” I raise my head resting my chin on his hard chest. “It is that simple. We will figure out a way for you to get y
our degree and keep you safe. And because I’m selfish, keep you here with me.”

  I smile up at him. “Selfish, huh?”

  “Damn right.” I lift up on my tiptoes and bring my lips directly in line with his. His breath hitches and my hands snake down his thighs. “You want this?” he growls.

  “Always.” I whisper on his lips. He doesn’t give me time to think. His hand reaches up behind my head pulling me to his lips, our lips performing a wonderful dance. He pulls me down on top of him and I straddle his hips feeling his growing length beneath my panties, along with the wetness that’s always there, always for him. He breaks away and stares into my eyes.

  “You, Angel. Only you.” His nose dips down and grazes mine making me look up again. He kisses me again, but this kiss is full of promise, of hope, of love. I can feel it in every fiber of my body and I want to believe it. More than anything. I want this… him. Being as careful as I can not to touch his arm and shoulder, I place my arms on each side of his neck and begin rocking back and forth on his body.

  Our lips do a magical dance that is sweet and caring, not like the other times. This is different, almost as if we are now on a different level. One thing I always love about G.T. is his intensity, but this… This is squeezing my heart.

  I continue to rock my body against his, massaging him and feeling him grow hard as stone. Reaching up he weaves his fingers through my hair, pulling me exactly where he wants me, into a deep kiss, skyrocketing the already intense connection growing inside my body.

  I pull away slowly needing to come up for air, my breath coming in small pants. I rest my forehead on his. “I need you, Angel.” My entire body ignites at his words, pulsating and throbbing. “Take your shirt off.” He orders and I eagerly comply, throwing it to the floor.

  Her perky pink nipples stand at attention and beg me to taste them. “Give them to me.” Casey rises up on her knees and places her hands on her tits giving them to my mouth. I love the way she listens during sex; it is such a fucking turn on. With my tongue and my teeth, I assault those beautiful buds. Putting one in my mouth, I suck hard feeling it elongate as I work it. Casey’s moans and mews spur me on. I love the noises she makes during sex.

  Popping her nipple out of my mouth, I move to the second and give it the same treatment as the first. I have never met a woman before that could come just from getting her nipples sucked and bit, but to hell if my Angel can’t. Her breaths get shorter and shorter. She is close. I pull away. “Play with your clit.” Her hands drift down to her panties and her right hand slides right inside. One small graze and she set off like a lightning bolt. Her head falls back as she clamps her mouth closed muffling the sounds coming out. Fuck that.

  Watching her fly off is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her breathing slows and she lowers back down to my lap as her glazed eyes focus on mine. “Next time, I hear you. Got it?” She nods her head. “Can’t hear you.”

  “Yes.”

  “Angel. I’m gonna need your help here. Take off your panties.” She moves quickly and stands next to the bed as I lay down flat careful not to bump this damn arm. “Top drawer.” She smiles and reaches for the drawer pulling out a condom. I pull my pants down quickly using my feet to push them off completely. My dick springs free, she takes the condom and places it over my engorged head and rolls it down my shaft. Just the slight touch of her hand and I am ready to shoot off.

  “Good?”

  “Yeah, Angel. Climb up.” She positions herself above my dick and painfully slow, lowers herself inch by inch. I want to push up hard, but I hold back, at least for now. She begins riding up and down, her hair flings back and forth. The sight alone makes me fucking grow harder inside of her.

  With her feet planted on either side of my hips, the only part of her body touching mine is her sweet pussy as she slides up and down. Her legs are strong as she rides harder and harder. My hips piston up hard, I use my legs to give me the strength my arm has taken away. Angel’s hands land on my abs and my hand on her hip.

  I dig into her flesh and push her down hard with each thrust. “G.T.” She yells as her moans become louder and push me on.

  “Touch yourself, now.” I bark. Her hand slowly descends down to her sweet pussy. She rubs as I watch my dick pump in and out of her tight wetness. It’s the best sight I’ve ever seen. “Come Angel.”

  As if waiting for my command, she detonates screaming my name loud enough I knew every fucker in this place could hear her. Three more hard thrusts inside of her, I come hard shooting myself in the damn rubber. I hate these damn things, but they are a necessity. Angel is the only woman I have fucked without one, but with everything being so hard with Mia, it’s not the time.

  Angel collapses on my good shoulder side careful not to touch the other. Her breathing is unbelievably labored as she tries catching her breath. I notice I am doing the same, but grip her tight not wanting to let go.

  This first hour of church is in remembrance of Diamond. In here, the stories told involved club business that we didn’t need prying ears to hear. When the discussion turns to the day he died, I clam up inside. I wait for the judgment from my brothers, but it never comes. I can’t say I am relieved, because no amount of hatred anyone feels for me about the situation, can compare to how I feel about it.

  Shaking myself off, I take in my surroundings. Pops sits at the head of the table. To his right is Dagger and to the left is an empty chair. My stomach twists knowing what is coming.

  “Alright, next. G.T. glad to have you back, son.” Pops says pleased. “Tell the brothers how you’re feeling.”

  “Thanks. I’m doing good. Arm and chest are healing up.”

  “We had a discussion while you were on your back.” Here it came. “The vote for VP is between you and Becs.” I nod looking at Becs, who’s been here for as long as Pops. Even though Diamond and Pops have been preparing me for this role since I was thirteen years old, something inside of me says that it isn’t my time. And I feel okay with that. I actually feel a weight being lifted off of my shoulders at the realization.

  “I nominate Becs. He’s the man for the job.” Immediately all eyes turn to me, even Pops. “I pull my name out of the running. Becs is the guy for the job.”

  “You sure about that son?” Pop questions.

  “Damn sure.” I turn looking at Becs and light a cigarette inhaling it deeply.

  “We vote then.”

  The vote goes quick and Becs is our new Vice President and I’m actually relieved. Even though I can damn well do the job, it’s not my time. I don’t feel it yet. It’s better for the club this way, letting the older generation continue the legacy that they started. I’ll have my time.

  “We need to fill G.T. in on what’s been going on. Dagger, you’re up.” Pops says.

  “Paine needs to die.” I am in total agreement with that. “He contacted me the day after Diamond was killed. Said one down and more to go. Fucker.” My blood boils. He will not pluck my brothers off. I will not allow it. “It’s all about that land. Pops, you may need to help me here because I joined about a year after this happened, but this is what I got on it. About fifteen years back, Zane, Paine’s father, owned the land. We needed access to it because it was a direct pipeline down to Florida. Zane wouldn’t allow it. War broke out, we took it. Gunfire and blood was everywhere, but Ravage won and took over the land. Zane was pissed and wanted revenge. Diamond suggested a hand to hand fight.”

  “Becs and I were there. It was rough.” Zed chimes in. Becs nods.

  Dagger continues. “Zane agreed and played it dirty. Somehow Ravage came out on top, getting the land fair and square. Zane left shit alone. Zane died about a year ago and his oldest son Paine took over. Paine wants it back, by any means necessary.”

  “Alright, what’s he offering?” I ask snuffing out my smoke.

  “He’s not offering shit. He said, he’s going to take it, like we took it from his father. And if we don’t give it up, he’s going to pluck us off one
at a time.” Fury courses through my veins. Dagger is absolutely right. This fucker will die.

  “The hell he is. Where is he?” I demand.

  “Underground. Can’t find him. Dropped off the radar after the phone call. He’s like a fucking ghost.” Cruz cut in running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Last time he was seen was at a diner. After that, gone.”

  “You asked all of our contacts?” I direct to Cruz. I may not be VP, but damn if I needed to catch the hell up from my little impromptu vacation.

  “Yeah. All but Ransom have gotten back to me. I expect to hear from him by the end of the day with his little tidbit after he gets confirmation. Other than that, nothing. No trace of the fucker.”

  “Where’s his money coming from?” I ask. No one could run themselves underground that good without money.

  “His crew is still running. Just Paine seems to be gone. But I’m sure he has a few guys with him.” Dagger answers.

  “So, we find some of his crew and make them talk.” Seriousness drips off my words.

  “Agree and on it. We’ll take them out to the small house in the woods. It’s quiet there.” Dagger smiles, sadistic fucker.

  “Good, let’s do it!” I say and slam my hand down on the table actually excited to get back in the groove again.

  “We go, you stay.” Pops says, halting my thoughts.

  “What?” I growl remembering his words the other day and not liking them one fucking bit.

  “It’s not something new. You stay back ‘til you’re 100%. Can’t have you going in there with one fucking hand.” Pops growls back.

  “Bullshit. I’m fine, I’ll drive a cage.” I counter knowing one of the reasons is that I can’t ride yet.

  “No. End of discussion.” Pops says, slamming down the gavel.

  “What am I supposed to do then? Sit here with my thumb up my ass?” I ask thoroughly pissed now.