Chicago Defiance Box Set Part One

by K E Osborn

  I rush to the door and pull it open to watch him striding to the door. A small smile creeps up on my face, and then I remember I’m supposed to be upset. A frown follows, and I straighten my stance and fold my arms over my chest in annoyance.

  Be strong, Heeley!

  He pulls off his helmet, his long, strong strides up to me remind me just how fucking sexy this man is. My insides shudder, and I chew on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from combusting as I swallow hard. Pulling my brows together to try to convey my feelings, he tilts his head and smirks.

  “Why, foxy, you’re looking a little vexed.” Torque steps up to me, his usual smell of leather and cologne hits my senses making my insides shudder again as the fucker leans in and places a chaste kiss on my cheek.

  I stand stock still glaring at him.

  My mouth a firm, thin line, my eyes hard and focused.

  He softens his posture and slumps his shoulders. “Okay… what did I do?”

  I scoff. “The fact you don’t even know is worse, Torque,” I chide and spin heading back inside.

  He lets out a small chuckle following behind and closes the door with a click. “Gotta say… this is not the greeting I was hoping for. I was imagining you throwing your legs around my waist and kissing the fuck outta me. But… this temper tantrum… yeah, it’s just as damn hot.”

  I spin around, my mouth opening wide as I glare at him. “A temper tantrum? Oh, you ‘ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  He raises his brow with a smirk that only makes me angrier.

  “You think you can just show up in my life, sweep me off my feet, send me a few text messages and leave me hanging for six days without an explanation?”

  He sinks into himself with a wince. “Foxy—”

  “Don’t you foxy me. You show up at my shop. We go on an amazing date. I come to your barbecue. Then you abandon me for days. Then send me that demanding message thinking you’re all King fucking Dick…” I pause to try and gain some control over the situation. “Just remember, I’m not some pushover, Rylan. I’m not one of your typical girls you can walk all over. I will always fight back. I’ll always argue with you. And I will, no matter what, always throw you sass.”

  “Yes, you do.” He smirks.

  I stop my tirade with a huff and drop my arms to my side looking him in the eyes with a frown. “I get you had stuff going on. I’m not going to be one of those girls who demands you see me every damn day. What I didn’t like was your message, Torque. The last six days your messages have been nice, no arrogance in them at all. Then the minute you decide to come and see me you’re all ‘do this for me now, woman.’”

  His face scrunches, and he steps toward me reaching out for my hand. I pull back, and he grunts grabbing for me again, more forceful this time, and he makes sure to hold onto my hand so I can’t snap it away from him. I sigh and look at him somewhat begrudgingly.

  “Heeley… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for the text to come across in arrogance. Damn sarcasm never comes across properly in text messages.”

  I roll my eyes. “Sarcasm… mmm, yeah, right.”

  He steps closer, so he’s in my personal space. His smell assaults my senses making my stomach swirl around in a heat of desire. Fucking traitor. I look up at him through my lashes as his thumb on my hand rubs up and down my skin tenderly.

  “Okay, let me break it down for you. I hope you had a good night at work… that’s pretty self-explanatory, and I think fairly nice, to be honest.”

  I swallow hard and clear my throat. Okay, yeah, I’ll give him that. He did start the message out kind of okay.

  “I’m coming over. Finally had a break from the shit I’ve been dealing with here… that was me stating a fact. Okay, maybe I should have asked you if it was okay for me to come over. But honestly, Heeley, I need to see you. It’s been six long days. I’ve been so swamped at the club and shit with the Andrettis having stolen all my time. So the moment I knew you were free, I had to see you. I didn’t wanna give you a chance not to let that happen. Hence, I told you I was coming. No way for you to back out.”

  Okay great. Now I’m starting to feel like shit.

  “And that last bit. Coffee… stat! I get now how that sounded, but this is where my sarcasm came into play. I was making a doctor joke… you know… trying to be funny. Definitely not trying to be bossy, foxy. But it obviously didn’t come across that way.”

  I sink into myself, closing my eyes at how much of an idiot I feel like. Fucking hell. He was only trying to be nice, and I read it all completely wrong.

  Damn text messages and their lack of sarcasm filter.

  Fuck. I flew off at him, and I had no reason to.

  Man, I’m a bitch.

  Opening my eyes, I look at him, my eyes drooping a little. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.” It almost comes out in a whisper, I’m that embarrassed.

  He smiles, bringing his hand up to my waist and pulls me to him. Our bodies connect, and I let out a gasp as I feel his muscles against me. “Don’t be sorry, foxy. Always fight for what you believe is right. Plus, it turns me on when you unleash your sass.”

  A sheepish giggle erupts from my mouth as I wrap my arms up around his neck, threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I don’t know how you can be so calm about me being so damn childish?”

  He shrugs and presses his body even closer to mine. “I know a way you can make it up to me.” His eyes light up as he leans down with a smirk. His lips are mere millimeters away from mine, but he doesn’t make a move to kiss me. The tension rippling through the air as my chest begins to heave with the anticipation of what might follow. Sparks flitter through the air. The tickling of his breath on my lips as he breathes ignites a fire inside of me.

  I want him to kiss me.

  I need him to kiss me.

  But I don’t want to stop this insane chemistry surging through the room right now.

  “What did you have in mind?” My words come out as nothing more than a breathy whisper.

  He moves slightly closer, our lips only a hair’s breadth apart. Both our breathing becomes rapid as our lips touch, only a fraction, and then he pulls away looking to the kitchenette.

  “Coffee… you can thank me with coffee.” He pulls back breaking the intense connection and smiling at me wide, then he winks as he lets me go and walks over to the kitchen leaving me reeling.

  My chest is heaving.

  My clit is throbbing with the anticipation of kissing him, and I know exactly what he’s doing.

  Why he’s left me hanging like this.

  It’s a form of punishment for carrying on like I did. I know how he works. Even though he likes me hollering at him, he still wants to punish me for it. And denying me what I want, what I need—which, in this case, is him all over me—it’s the biggest form of torture right now.

  Fucker!

  He pours both of us a cup. I let out a long huff as I turn to face his smug, gorgeous face and slump my body as I walk over to him. “Fine! One coffee. Then I’m going to kiss you like I mean it.”

  He lets out a loud laugh. “Agreed. But for now, the loveseat’s calling our name. I talked it over with my brothers and… I got some shit I gotta tell you.”

  Torque hands me my cup of Joe, and we walk toward my living room. We take a seat on the comfortable couch, and I don’t hesitate to throw my legs over his. His eyes open wide at my level of comfort, but I don’t care as a slow grin appears on his face, and he slides his coffee-free hand up to rest on my inner thigh which, of course, does nothing for my already-racing libido.

  “So, what’s the goss, biker boy?” I ask then take a sip of my coffee.

  He chuckles. “Looks like Enzo, Andretti’s head man, is making a move on Chicago. The thing is we don’t know why. The only thing we can think of is that it’s to push us out.”

  “And by making a move, you mean?”

  “Buying the local businesses at a lower cost than they’re worth and taking them over. Then
gaining their profits. But the whole thing is… it’s not the Andretti style, and we’ve been working for the last three days trying to figure out why they’d be doing this. Tracking down the businesses which have been sold. No one’s talking, and they won’t confirm who the buyers are. Everyone seems shit scared. We don’t get it. We haven’t heard anything since shit went down that night at Club Modesty, and so we’re all on edge about what’s coming next.”

  Pursing my lips, I tilt my head. “Maybe Enzo thought you guys won that round, and instead of coming after you again, he figured he’d take the city from right under your noses. Buy up all the businesses and turn Chicago against the club? If no one here wants you, no one respects you, then your club might be forced to shut down?”

  His eyes widen. “Shit. I think you might’ve hit the nail on the head.” He sighs, and his hand on my thigh tightens sending tingles straight up to my clit. “We’ve been trying to figure this shit out for six days, and I walk in tell you the basics, and you figure it out in three-point-five seconds. No wonder you’re gonna be a doctor.”

  I chuckle and shake my head. “I think maybe you guys are too close to it and are too caught up in the details. You’re worrying about every single factor. When sometimes it’s the simplest answer. But I’m glad if I helped some.”

  He exhales. “You helped a lot. Thank you. You need to come to me if Fox Froyo is targeted to sell so we can gather more information… And for the record, I feel like a dick for being away from you the past few days. I should’ve made more of an effort to see you.”

  Shaking my head, I move my hand down to rest on his on my thigh. “I will, and I can see now that this has you really stressed. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you through it. But I am now. I’ll help you any way I can.”

  His brow raises, and a sly smile grows on his lips. “Is that so?”

  I tilt my head at the look on his face. “Yeah…” I reply hesitantly.

  He leans over placing his mug on the coffee table, and my legs fall off him. Grabbing my mug from my hand, he puts it gently on the table.

  I raise my brow at him as he grins salaciously.

  “Stand up.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  HEELEY

  His tone is deep, demanding. There’s no sarcasm or playfulness. A jolt of excitement sweeps through me, and I stand up in line with him as he looks down into my eyes. His are hooded, that spark of energy is back in them from before, and I chew on my bottom lip liking the intensity in his stare.

  His hands run down my arms making goosebumps run along the entirety of my body. My breathing hitches as his hands continue, and he slides his fingers quickly to my ass, then hoists me up in one swift movement.

  I let out a small squeal as I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands threading around his neck as he starts heading for my bedroom. He looks deep into my eyes. That sizzling connection is still there as he races through the doorway and into my room, but he stops in the entry and pushes me against the side of the built-in. He looks deep into my eyes as our breathing is labored, and as he leans in, his lips press down on mine, hard.

  My lips tingle, electricity ignites through the air like a fucking lightning storm as his tongue enters my mouth. His hips roll against my pussy as he thrusts me hard against the wall. I gasp into his mouth with the tension of the moment, and his lips leave mine letting me have some much-needed air as his mouth assaults my neck, his teeth taking my skin, nipping and sucking with enough force to leave a mark. My breaths come out raspy as my hands move to his hair needing to feel him as he pulls me from the wall and continues to move us around inside the bedroom. His feet kicking my mess out of the way as he takes us to my bed.

  He reaches the end of the bed and throws me down on the mattress with force. I let out a small laugh as I bounce on the bed, and he smiles at me wantonly while he removes his cut. He lays it over the corner of the bed, then pulls his shirt over his head, his chest coming into view, and I gasp as I take in his perfectly sculpted six pack leading down to that amazing V which points inside his jeans. I can’t help but notice the necklace dangling around his neck, a simple chain with a skull pendant hanging from the chain. I chew on my bottom lip as I look at his left arm seeing it completely covered in a sleeve of tattoos. My pussy’s tingling as I ogle him completely.

  He steps up to the edge of the bed with that cocky smile and grabs my legs yanking me down the bed slightly, so the bottom half of my legs fall off the edge. I giggle as his hands slide down my calves, and he pulls off my white sneakers. He throws them haphazardly over his shoulder into the mess that’s already covering my floor which makes me giggle.

  Torque runs his hands up my thighs. My breaths quickening with his slow, torturous movements. His hands reach the top of my white work shorts, and he unbuttons the button and then pulls the zipper. With a quick yank, he has them down and off me in one quick motion leaving me in my pink panties.

  Thank God, I wore some cute panties today.

  “I like these,” he murmurs as he grabs the hem of my panties and pulls them back giving them a little flick. I smile as he moves in grabbing the hem of my red and white pinstriped top and lifts it over my head. It comes off with ease, and I pant heavily as I lay here in just my pink bra and matching panties. He stands back and stares at me as I lay on the bed. His hard cock tents in his pants, and I smile loving that I can do that to him.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, foxy. I’m going to have some fun with you.” His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine as he moves in and unclips my bra with one hand, his teeth clamping down on my earlobe as he pulls the flesh into his mouth and sucks, making me close my eyes in delight. I let out a small whimper as my bra falls away from me, and he throws it to the floor with the rest of the mess, leaving me now only in my panties.

  My insides flurry with excitement that this is finally happening. It’s taken so long to get to this point with us, but I know, I just know, it’s going to have been worth the wait.

  He backs up off the bed, and I pout from the loss of his touch as he turns looking around the room for something. His eyes open wide as he steps to the side and bends over picking up my robe and yanks out the drawstring while I sit up a little taller watching him.

  “Slide up the bed. Now.”

  I swallow hard, watching as his eyes turn dark and hooded. He has something in mind, and I have no idea what it is, or if I should be worried. But what I do know is, I shouldn’t argue with him right now. So I slide up the bed, and he grins.

  “Good girl. Now put your hands together above your head near the headboard.”

  I glance up to see my slatted headboard and open my eyes wide, then look at the drawstring in his hand and figure out what he’s doing.

  “Now, Heeley.”

  I take a deep breath and figure you only live once, and I guess being tied up is a thing these days, so I may as well try it at least once. Right?

  Placing my hands above my head, I lock my fingers together and put them right by the headboard as he kneels on the bed, sliding over my body. I gasp as his huge form moves over me. Chewing on my bottom lip, he looks down at me, that cocky smile back on his face as he leans over, his aftershave filling my senses. I badly want to slide my hands over his chest right now, to feel those sculptured abs, but his hands slide up my arms as he fixes the drawstring around my wrists. The silk feeling like a soft, smooth wave against my skin as he ties it around my wrists and then to the headboard.

  Swallowing hard as he moves back slightly, he looks down at me and then moves in to kiss me. Being tied up and not able to move my hands and thread them through his hair is all new to me. Having one of my senses taken away from me—touch—it’s so strange. But somehow, I kind of like it.

  His kiss deepens, and I move to wrap my legs around his waist, but he groans and pulls back from me shaking his head. “Uh, uh, uh… bad girl. I’m doing all the work here tonight, Heeley. You’re lying there and enjoying. So don’t try to move.”

 
He jumps off me and stands at the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he grabs the hem of my panties. I tense slightly. I’m not ashamed of being naked, but I am nervous about whether he likes what he’s seeing when I’m utterly bare to him.

  Somehow, he senses my apprehension and raises his brow at me. “Do not start being shy around me, Heeley,” he demands as he pulls my panties down swiftly. He looks straight at my pussy like a man starved, and he grabs my legs pulling them apart getting a good view for himself.

  I swallow hard as I try to reel in my feelings.

  He looks up at me and smiles wide. “So fuckin’ perfect.” Torque slides up on the bed, his bulky arms flexing with the tension as he carries himself, and his head disappears between my legs. I brace for impact as his tongue slides out wasting no time, and he flicks it against my clit. I jolt, my hands banging against the slats as I clench my eyes shut at the sudden pressure or is it pleasure racing through my pussy. My head thrashes to the side as I let out a small gasp at feeling that wave of enjoyment again.

  It’s been so long.

  “Oh God,” the words leave me before I can even think about what I’m saying as he chuckles against my pussy.

  Torque pulls back leaving me bereft as I look at him, a smile plastered on his face as he stares up at me. “You’re so responsive.” He stands up, turns around, and proceeds to walk out of the room.

  I open my eyes wide in shock and let out a small huff.

  What the fuck?

  “Torque?” I murmur, but no response.

  “Torque?” I call out louder. Still nothing.

  “Rylan, where the hell did you go?” Suddenly, fear creeps into me that maybe he started to work me up, tied me to my bed, and now he’s going to just leave me here.

  Why would he do that?

  Surely, he wouldn’t be that horrible.