Absolution (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 3)

by Avelyn Paige

  “That’s where you are wrong, Siren. If it involves you, it has everything to do with me. Why do you think I came all this way? I came here for you.”

  Ratchet moves closer, and takes the beer bottle out of my hand, tossing it on the couch. My heart is beating way to loud, when he stops directly in front of me.

  “Have you missed me, Siren? Missed the things that I can do to your body?” Ratchet teases. His hands trace the edge of the towel wrapped around me, before slipping it away from my body. His gaze slips down my nearly naked form, taking all my curves in. Unease settles around me, and I suddenly can relate to being a slide on a microscope.

  Ratchet steps forward and grabs me by the waist, pulling me toward him.

  “Eeep,” I squeak.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” he recalls, pulling my flesh flush against his. The bulge at the fly of his jeans tells me one thing, he still wants me. Part of me wants to resist his seduction, but I can’t. I want him. I want to feel human again, and only he can give me that.

  “Yes,” I moan, when his hand moves between us and slips inside my panties. His fingers circle my sensitive flesh, before slipping inside just grazing my clit. He strokes me slowly, knowing how crazy that makes me.

  “Your body remembers me,” he declares, pressing harder against my clit. “So wet for me, Siren.”

  My head falls back as a small ripple of arousal vibrates around his touch. Though his hands are rough, his touch is gentle. Ratchet continues to fucking tease me by circling my clit. My hand trails down my body, grasping his in an attempt to quicken the pace.

  He breaks the contact from my clit as he removes my hand.

  “Six months,” he growls at me. “You have six months to make up for, and I will not have you rushing this, Ricca. I want to watch you come undone on my fingers, my mouth, and finally my cock. This is my time, and you will follow my rules. Do you understand me?”

  My body screams to comply, knowing that as soon as I do, his touch will return. He watches me squirm, and likely enjoys every second of it. I reach out for his hand, but he steps away.

  “Fine,” I huff. “Just fuck me, Ratchet.”

  “Rush me one more time, and I will fuck you until this bed breaks.”

  My eyebrow arches in response.

  “That’s not a punishment. That’s an incentive.”

  Ratchet growls at my offer and swiftly moves forward, grasping me by my hips. His mouth crashes onto mine, and his tongue forces my lips to part. I raise my arms and wrap them around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer. His fingers dig deeply into my hips, and even though I know they’ll be bruises there tomorrow, I just don’t fucking care. I moan into his mouth before, he suddenly breaks contact.

  “Do you want this? Me, I mean,” he asks, searching my eyes for a sign of hesitation.

  “Yes,” I respond. My voice urgent with need.

  Ratchet smirks, before beginning the kiss again. His hands lift from my hips and slide upward to my bra. He unclasps it and pulls it away from my flesh, exposing my nipples. He pulls away from the kiss, leaning forward and taking one into his mouth. Each second he sucks and nips at my peddled bud, my legs grow weaker. He looks up as he places a light bite on my nipple, watching my reaction. The initial pain stuns me, but is quickly replaced with another feeling, arousal.

  I moan louder when his free hand pinches my other nipple, doubling the pain and pleasure sensations. He breaks contact again, and I want to scream out in protest. Ratchet suddenly lifts me and carries me to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and the springs creak as I land hard, but he only smiles as he takes in the scene in front of him. I am almost completely exposed and vulnerable, as soon as I gave him the confirmation he needed to move forward.

  “Take off your panties,” he commands as he unbuckles his belt from his jeans.

  My hands reach down to my thighs slowly slipping the thin pink fabric from my body. I try to tease him in return, but he rips them the rest of the way down, tossing them across the room.

  “No more panties, while I am here,” Ratchet teases me. “I don’t want a single boundary between us.”

  I try to respond, but the movement of his hands distract me.

  “Is that belt for me?” I question, imagining how the smooth leather would feel stinging my flesh.

  “Not today Siren, but soon.”

  I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him unbutton his fly. He smiles at me and plants his gaze firmly on mine. His jeans hang low on his hips, but the head of his large cock moves out of the material restraining it. My pussy vibrates at once again seeing the sexiest fucking cock I have ever seen. He slides his jeans from his hips, and his cock finally springs completely free. I lick my lips again as his cock twitches in response.

  I push off my elbows trying to touch him, but he shoves me back onto the bed.

  “No,” he declares. “As much as I want to watch this sexy fucking mouth around my cock, I have other plans tonight.”

  His knees fall to the edge of the bed, and a sense of being his prey overwhelms me. I shiver at the thought. Ratchet grabs my thighs and pulls me closer to him. In a flash, his mouth is on me. His tongue slips between my slit heading straight for my throbbing clit.

  “You taste like pure fucking sin,” he murmurs against my pussy.

  A moan is my only response. His tongue moves slowly from top to bottom over and over again, only stopping to nibble and suck my clit. I tremble at every pass he makes. His speed increases and my back arches in response, pressing him harder against my apex. My hands clutch the cheap sheets around me, as my breathing becomes shallow.

  “So close,” I moan. “So fucking close.”

  “Come for me, Siren,” he whispers against my flesh.

  I squirm as he quickens his pace once more. I feel his finger pressing against my tight hole, before he slips one inside of me. A second and third quickly follow behind. My walls clench around the intrusion, but the sensation throws me over the edge as I ride his fingers. My orgasm hits hard, like a punch to the gut, and my legs squeeze tightly around his head as I ride the cresting waves of pleasure. I collapse in a boneless heap on the bed, panting for air.

  He removes his fingers while emerging from between my legs. I peer down at him as he smirks back at me with wetness gleaming on his lips. He slowly licks them back and forth, and I shudder watching him enjoy my taste. Ratchet rises from his kneeling position, and slides onto the bed. It dips from his weight as he positions himself above my hips, and his massive cock falls to my lower stomach.

  “I thought you wanted to take this slow,” I pant in anticipation.

  “Slow is for the fucking birds.”

  He shifts farther down my body, taking his hard cock in his hands, and positioning himself at my entrance. I can feel the head of his length pressing against me, and I impatiently shift, trying to push him into me.

  “You want this as badly as I do.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “I know it’s a little late, but are you still clean?” he asks me. Normally, I would be pissed at his insinuation, but he knows my past better than anyone else and the fact that I can’t get pregnant, which in truth is a blessing in disguise.

  “Clean.”

  He guides the tip of his cock in slowly. My body protests his girth, but he doesn’t force himself in until I adjust to his size.

  “You okay?” He checks.

  I nod my head as he pushes farther inside of me. It isn’t until he’s fully inside, the prickles of pain finally fade away.

  “Fuck,” Ratchet moans. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, Siren."

  He stays still inside of me, until he notices that I begin moving my hips against him. He pulls out slowly and re-impales me faster this time. He repeats the motion, until I’m fully adjusted. Six months without sex has made me tight, but even with the soreness that will come tomorrow, the sensation of him inside of me is more than enough to sat
isfy me.

  He stays at his slow pace, but I need more.

  “Faster,” I beg of him. “Please, Ratchet.”

  He smiles down at me and doesn’t move any faster. Taking matters into my own hands, I slam my hips harder against him and drive his cock deeper inside of me.

  “So greedy,” he moans, just before grabbing my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders to deepen himself farther. My body cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and I swear he’s going to start hitting my cervix if he goes any farther.

  He pounds into me harder, our bodies moving in unison.

  Screams begin to rip from my lips as a second orgasm begins it build inside of me.

  “Don’t stop,” I scream out.

  “I won’t stop until your neighbors hear you screaming my name and know who you belong to, Siren.”

  Ratchet lifts my ass from the bed, bringing me closer to him.

  “Oh, God,” I exclaim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “I’m not God,” he huffs. “Say it, Ricca. Tell the world who this pretty little pussy belongs too.”

  “I belong to you,” I force out.

  “And who am I?” he questions as he increases his speed. “Say my name, Siren. Who do you belong to?”

  “Ratchet!” I scream as my orgasm crests over the edge. “I belong to Ratchet!”

  He only grunts in response. His balls begin to clench against me, alerting me that he is getting close. My own orgasm begins to burst free, and he follows quickly behind, a few thrusts after me. His hips buck forward as he spills himself inside of me. My body goes limp as I gasp for air.

  We both stay silent as the adrenaline rush of our orgasms fade to exhaustion. Ratchet slips out of me, and slides off the bed. Shifting to my side, I grab one of the pillows and press it against my front. I watch as his tight ass leaves the room, and pads down the hallway. His footsteps come back, and I laugh into my pillow.

  “The door is on the left,” I call out to him, knowing he’s searching for the bathroom. This place may be tiny, but its design isn’t exactly obvious, when it comes to what door goes to what room. A few minutes later, I hear the flush of the toilet, and he reappears in the room. The bed dips from his weight, when he settles in behind me. His arm slides across my midsection, and pulls be closer to him. I nestle against his warm body and enjoy the quiet moment we are sharing.

  “Shit, what time is it?” I swear, looking for the clock. “I have a shift tonight at Willie’s.”

  “No, you don’t,” Ratchet mutters against my back. “I told him that you needed the night off, and before you start another argument, it wasn’t because I expected this to happen. You needed a break, and I wanted you to have it.”

  “Bastard,” I laugh.

  “Yeah, but I’m your bastard.”

  My eyes become heavy as I drift off to sleep, but resting only lasts a short while, before Ratchet wakes me up for round two and three, before we finally pass out for the night.

  The devil may own my heart, but after tonight, I think I might own his in return.

  The feeling of Ricca shifting in her sleep against me wakes me up far earlier than I had planned, but it is not an unwelcome intrusion. She’s still here with me, and that’s all that matters. With giving me her body, she sealed the bond between us. Even if she ordered me to leave, I couldn’t. As soon as her lips declared she was mine again, she made a pact with the devil that never expires. She is mine, and will always be mine. As the sun’s rays shine into the room, I am taken back to the last time she was in my bed.

  That day I made the hardest decision of my life. I left her to secure the safety of my club, and in a sense, her safety as well. She took down her walls, and gave me a piece of her that so few had likely ever seen, her soul. Ricca may not have had a perfect life, but that night, just like last night, she bared it all for me. I watched her for hours that night, battling with myself how to say goodbye. The chance of not coming back after that trip was the highest it had ever been. I was forced to go all in with no guarantee that the outcome would be in our favor. It was an impossible situation, but for my club, it was what had to be done. Ricca was a different story completely. How do you tell someone that you love that this may have been the one and only time that you had together?

  My answer was that I couldn’t.

  Instead, I left her without ever telling her how I felt. It was the thought of her waiting for me that kept me going throughout that entire trip, but the faith I had in her wasn’t reciprocated. At least until now it wasn’t. I let my pride and sense of responsibility get in the way, and this is where it landed me months later, trying to pick up the pieces. Would things have been different if I had said goodbye that morning? No one will ever know.

  She shifts again and my attention turns back to her sleeping form. Ricca’s beautiful curves fit perfectly against the hardness of my body. My finger traces down her back and she wiggles closer to me. I smile knowing that even in her sleep, she still seeks me out. It’s a beautiful sight to behold, and I am one fucking lucky man to get to experience this a second time. Will she have the same feelings that I have the morning after? Maybe not, but last night was only a taste of what I am going to give her.

  Ricca tosses around, before turning to face me. Her long lashes flutter when I sweep a piece of hair off of her face. Her hand reaches out towards me, but instead of touching me, she grabs the pillow from under my head, and tucks it against her body.

  I stare in disbelief at her. How in the hell did she do that while still asleep? A chuckle leaves my lips, and I reach over to steal the pillow back. Her lips purse as she mutters angrily. My fingers wrap around the edge of the pillow, but as I start to pull, she swings wildly and clocks me in the face.

  “What the fuck,” I yell, releasing the pillow and moving my hand to cover my eye.

  Ricca doesn’t move an inch and a smile forms on her face, still completely passed out.

  “I see how this is going to go,” I whisper. “You get all the pillows, or I get a punch in the face.”

  She smiles, before wrapping a leg around my stolen pillow and snuggles back into it. All I can do in this situation is just laugh. How is it even possible that I could love her more, even after she’s decked me for trying to steal my own pillow back?

  Seeing that she’s not ready to wake up just yet, I try to fall back asleep myself, but just as my eyes close, I hear my phone vibrating in my jeans pocket. How that damn thing isn’t dead already is a mystery, but Voodoo knows how to pick them I guess.

  Slowly shifting out the bed, I pad over to my jeans and retrieve the phone. It’s Raze. Shit. I grab my jeans and head for the hallway to avoid waking her up. I make it to the front room, before taking the call.

  “Prez,” I answer. Putting the phone between my ear and my shoulder, I slip on my jeans with a hop to get them over my hips. I leave them unbuttoned and flop onto the couch. A thick plume of dust flies up around me.

  “Hey, brother,” he responds with exhaustion evident in his voice.

  “Things go, okay?”

  “Yeah, it’s done. Rex is officially no longer our problem.”

  Rex had always been a thorn in the club’s side, since the time I was a prospect. He trafficked women like Audi sold high-end cars. If the money was right, he did the job, and for a time, our club helped him transport them. Not my proudest moments of Heaven’s Rejects membership, but I didn’t have a choice back then as a prospect. I needed the club to survive, and I didn’t have the ability to say no. The guy was scum, but because of him, our club still existed. Raze’s dad had put us in a shitty position with a drug runner, that much like our own deal with last cartel, had put our heads on the chopping block. Rex and Raze made a deal to no longer be involved in the business sense, for the exchange of his help. A part of that deal was not trafficking local girls and apparently, Rex decided that it wasn’t a good enough business deal for himself anymore. Decisions like that are what get people killed
. Just like Rex.

  Our club has dealt with a lot of shit, but when we make a promise, we keep it. Leniency isn’t in our nature, and once you break that trust, it is definitely no longer on the menu. Dealing death may not be the easiest to handle, but it is the far easier solution, than to live your life looking over your shoulder every single fucking day.

  “That’s one funeral that I won’t be attending. Casualties?” I quickly ask.

  Raze goes silent on the other end of the line, and my heart nearly freezes mid-beat.

  “The other club lost one,” Raze admits. “Sad ass shit. He was the brother to the girl we went after. She made it out okay, but her rescue ended up costing him his life in return. The new guy, Thor, got beat up pretty bad in the aftermath, but Doc says he should recover.”

  I sigh in relief that it wasn’t one of my brothers with a toe tag, but I feel for the other club. Jagger’s death hit me hard, so I can sympathize with them. Collateral damage is never an easy pill to swallow when you are trying to right a wrong.

  “Give their club my condolences,” I offer.

  Raze clears his throat, and I know this call wasn’t just about the club business. Something is on his mind. While Jagger used to be his sounding board when shit hit the fan, I think I have filled that role for him. Unlike the others, I listen more than I talk. Sometimes you need someone you can unload on to make sense of a bad situation. Just the amount of times I’ve played therapist for Hero, would have made me a millionaire if I had charged him. You need someone like that in your life, and it’s a role I don’t mind filling for my brothers.

  “You sound like you have something on your mind, Prez. Care to explain?” I question, hoping that I haven’t overstepped my bounds.

  “Yeah, you’re right. There is something else I need to talk to you about,” he starts, but then pauses. An awkward silence builds up between us, before he finally breaks it. “I know this is probably shit timing on my part, but I need to know if this trip might be a one-way ticket.”