by E. C. Land
“Virginia?”
I ignore Rissa and keep going. “Instead of going myself to deal with it all, I called my cousin, Chains’ sister, Victoria, who lives up there with her ol’ man and asked her to handle it for me. It wasn’t easy for her to do this since she had her own shit she was dealing with. Once results proved Wren was mine, I hauled ass to get her, brought her home, and it’s been the two of us against the world. I would do anything and everything for my little girl, just like I would have for Ike if I knew about him before now.”
“Ike,” she whispers, calling me by my first name rather than calling me Tyres like I told her to. I have a feeling when it comes to her, she’ll never call me by my road name.
“Not yet, Ris, let me finish. Months ago, before we moved into this house, Wren was kidnapped.” Rissa’s breath catches, and I already see the tears filling her eyes. “She was taken right out of our fuckin’ house. I thought I fuckin’ lost her. It if wasn’t for Lyrica, Fuse’s ol’ lady, I would have. She sacrificed herself for my daughter. Allowed vile men to rape her before selling her off. It took us a while to find her. Even then, it was our charter in Montana that got to her. Ly, she still struggles being around people sometimes, but she’s doing better. I owe her everything for what she did for Wren.”
Rissa’s face has gone pale, and tears fall freely out of the corners of her eyes.
“So when I say I want you to meet my little girl, I don’t say it lightly and I sure as hell ain’t playing around. This is my child, just like Ike is, and you’re my woman. Always have been. It’s time for you to come home for fuckin’ good now. And to do that, Bluebell, you need to get on board quickly because I’ve already told you I’m not letting you go this time around.”
Chapter Twelve
Rissa
The rest of our week passed in a blur of nerves for me. It felt strange, but in a good way to be back home. Tyres refused to let me and Ike go back to the house we moved into. He actually had the prospect go and pack up all of our things. This couldn’t have been too hard for them, considering ninety percent of it was all still packed up. We didn’t bring much down yet. They brought it to Tyres’ place, where they unloaded the little bit into one of the spare rooms.
After spending one day with both my son and Tyres, I had to start calling big Ike by his road name since every time I would say the name, they would both answer. I think they enjoyed screwing with me. However, Tyres informed me that when he’s inside me, I’m to call him Ike.
To recap our week, it started after Tyres introduced Wren to me. She’s beautiful with her little blonde curls. She took a liking to me nearly right away. I knew she liked me because she brought me a book, sat in my lap, and said, ‘ook’. It was a good try at saying the word, and I praised her for it like I did when Ike was this age. He struggled somewhat with his speech until recently. Still does sometimes when he gets worked up.
Which ended up happening two days after living at Tyres’ place. We were all at the store getting stuff for Ike’s room. Tyres wanted Ike to make the room his own. With Tyres pushing the cart, Wren sitting in the seat in front of him, I walked next to them while keeping an eye on Ike. I could sense him freaking by all the choices.
But what really set him off was when a woman approached. I recognized her right off the bat as one of the cheerleaders from back when we were in school together.
“Rissa, I didn’t know you were back in town.”
“Just moved back.”
“Well, that’s good.” She smiles mischievously and looks at Tyres. “I hope since she’s back, you don’t stop what you’ve been doing.”
What the hell?
The woman smirks and leaves, making sure to run a hand along Tyres’ chest.
“Who wa–wa–was that?” Ike utters, becoming worked up and starting to stutter. His eyes slashing from me to his dad. “I–I–I th–thought you were with Mom now. You want us, don’t you?”
“Ike,” I whisper, but before I can say more, Tyres moves, rounding the cart and kneels in front of our son.
“Ike, bud, calm down. I know a lot is changing for you right now and that you and your mom are moving into the house with Wren and me,” he murmurs gentle-like but still firmly.
“But . . . I’m not dumb. I know what that woman meant. I took sex ed in school this past spring. I know what sex is. Plus, my best friend told me about the women at his dad’s club.”
Great.
I think I need to call Lana and have a talk with her about what Hendrix told Ike about the club.
“Son, I know you’re not dumb. That woman was trying to start trouble.”
“You didn’t tell her to go away or say anything else,” Ike states.
“Ike,” I say, trying again.
“That’s because, Ike, I didn’t need to say anything to her since I wasn’t planning on doing a damn thing with her. I finally got your momma back in my life and I’ve got you. I don’t need or want anything or anyone besides your mom, you, and your little sister.”
“She touched you, and you didn’t push her away,” Ike whispers. “Momma says you only touch a person who means something to you.”
“Your momma’s right, Ike. I should have pushed her away; however, I didn’t want to cause more of a scene than what that woman was already doing. See, she knew who your mom was right away before she even approached us. I saw her coming. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to cause trouble, and I’m not about to let that happen,” Tyres utters calmly, never once losing patience with Ike even though we’re in the middle of a store.
“Okay.” Ike nods.
Wren makes a squealing noise and that was the end of that. She deemed it was time to get a move on. Ike finished picking out his bedding as well as anything else he could want for his room.
The rest of the week, we spent mostly at the house. Brake came over along with several of the other members and the ol’ ladies of the club.
Now today, being Saturday, is the day that Tombstone and a few of the other guys were coming to bring the rest of my stuff down from Palestine.
Tyres wasn’t too thrilled when I told him that they were coming. He knows nothing happened between Tombstone and me, but he’s a little possessive about me. There’s only been the rare moment I haven’t been within his reach since he moved me into the house.
I didn’t mind him being this way because it felt good, honestly. There’s something to be said about a man like Tyres being possessive.
“Rissa.” Tyres’ voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I blink, clearing my mind of what all we’ve been doing the past serval days. Yeah, it seems fast and feels like we’re breaking some world record or something, but I’ve missed him fiercely.
“Yeah,” I murmur, looking up to see him standing in the doorway leading into his house from the back porch, shirtless and with no shoes.
I love sitting outside whenever I can. There’s just something about fresh air that nature provides for us all that makes me feel at ease. This probably has to do with the fact I know what it’s like to struggle to breathe. To get that air you so desperately need.
Grinning, Tyres moves through the room like a panther prowling through the grass, stalking its prey.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he makes it to where I’m sitting.
“I’m taking my woman upstairs and fuckin’ her until she screams my name,” he declares, all while he leans forward and scoops me into his arms.
“Ike and Wren?” I gasp.
“Ela came to get them. We have the house to ourselves, and I’m taking full advantage of it.” He chuckles.
I clench my thighs together at the thought of what’s to come. The last several times, okay, so every time this past week, meaning three to four times a day, we had to be quiet. I didn’t want to wake either of the kids.
Wrapping my arms around Tyres’ neck, I lean deeper into him and start pressing kisses to his bare chest, running my lips up toward his jawline. Tyres barely gets us into the house, kicking the door clos
ed behind us when he places me on the kitchen table.
In the summer dress I’m wearing, he makes quick work of my clothes. During the summer, if I’m not doing much of anything, I’ve always preferred to be in dresses. This worked to be beneficial to Tyres years ago, and I guess he remembers this as well.
Naked and laid out on the table before the man who holds my heart, I stare up at him. Tyres’ eyes come to mine. There’s no missing the lust filling his gaze but also something I’ve missed for years. He’s staring at me like a man starved for the one thing he’s wanted all his life.
“Time to make you scream, Baby Doll.” He grins mischievously and gets down to work to do just that.
Chapter Thirteen
Tyres
Glaring at Tombstone, Daemon, and Angel, I hold it together as they tell me what Lana, Daemon’s baby momma, told them about the couple who raped my woman.
We just finished unloading the trailer filled with all of Rissa’s and Ike’s things and were enjoying a beer in the clubhouse.
Lana came with them along with Ike’s best friend, her son, Hendrix.
I spent several hours enjoying Rissa’s body before they showed up. I fucked my woman on the kitchen table and kept at it throughout the whole house. When I got her up to our room, I took her again on the bed, but only after I restrained her, making sure she couldn’t touch me. Then I really gave it to her. I ate her pussy until she begged, pleaded, cried for me to fuck her with my cock. I still didn’t do this right away. I gave her my fingers and tested out pressing into her back passage. I’ve been in there once before, a long time ago.
With only her arms being restrained, I flipped her over, pulled her ass up in the air, and sunk deep into her pussy. I also sunk a finger deep into her ass.
Rissa screamed out her pleasure throughout the whole thing, and when she came, her pussy clenched me tighter than ever. Hell, her pussy sucked the cum right out of my cock as she came all around me.
I wanted to do something nice for her before we had to get to work when everyone got here. I knew I had until the evening until the guys with her stuff would be here. I drew Rissa a bath, lifted her off the bed once I remove the restraints. Half dozing in my arms, Rissa doesn’t budge. At least she didn’t until I sat down in the tub with her in my arms.
Then she flipped the hell out. Screaming in terror, pleading for her life.
Fuck.
I quickly move, lifting her out of the tub and hold her to me.
Rissa sobs hysterically and holds on as tight as she can to me. Wet from the tub, I carry her back to the bed, where I keep her close while I soothe her fears.
My woman ended up passing the hell out and not waking up until right before someone knocked on the door. She kept trying to apologize, but I wouldn’t let her.
I get why she’s scared of being in a tub. I also know she used to love taking baths. One way or another, I will help Rissa overcome this fear. With me, I don’t want her to be scared of anything.
Now, Tombstone and his brothers are telling me there have been multiple women found in Lake Jacksonville. Each woman resembles Rissa. Their necks are sliced open and they have bite marks all over their bodies.
“So, what are you all thinking?” I ask, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Brother, these women all died over the past year after they attacked your woman,” Daemon sneers, the burning fury all but pours from his mouth.
“Yeah, she is my woman, and when you saw her tattoo on her back, why didn’t you call? Rissa has been mine since she was fifteen and I was sixteen.”
“I know the story, Tyres. You don’t need to go over it again,” Tombstone declares calmly.
“If you know it, why didn’t you call?” I demand.
“Because she begged me not to.” I feel a sucker punch hit my chest at this.
“Why?” Breaker asks for me.
Besides the three members of the Satan’s Keepers MC, several of my brothers joined in for the conversation. The ones who really knew Rissa from ten years ago.
Brake has stayed silent, listening to the conversation. He’s been unusually quiet as he listens.
“You have a woman who wants nothing more than to protect those who mean the most to her. You do as she asks. And you do this to protect that woman from herself. She would have run the moment she knew you were on the way. It took a hell of a lot of encouragement for her to come back here. To apply for the nanny position for your daughter. She didn’t know who it was for, but we did.” Tombstone shrugs. His eyes never waver as he speaks.
Fuck me.
They waited and, in the end, set her up for when it was time for her to finally come back home to where she belongs.
Here with me. With her family. The people she left behind in an attempt to keep safe.
Motherfucker.
“I’m getting these two people have probably been watching her over the past year and now that she’s moved, they could have followed,” Brake finally says through clenched teeth.
“This is a possibility,” Angel confirms.
“Fuse,” Chains bellows, calling our brother’s name from across the room.
Fuse comes in our direction, beer in hand. “Yeah, Prez?”
“Check to see if there have been any murders of women being found this past week,” Chains orders.
“Any particulars?”
“Slit throat, bite marks, rape, found in the water. Anything you find, let us know,” I mutter, sitting forward and bracing my elbows on the table.
“You got it.”
“Last thing, Fuse. See if any of the murdered women you find resemble Rissa in any way,” I state, my vision going red. Looking to Chains, I meet his gaze. “I need to get out of here for a while.”
He nods, knowing where I’m heading.
I need to release the anger building before I head back to my house to my woman and kids. If I see the scar on Rissa’s throat without calming down, I’ll flip, and it won’t be good.
“I’m coming with you,” Brake says.
I shrug, not worrying about it. He comes to the fights whenever I have one.
“Where’s he headed?” Angel asks as I leave the table.
“Fights,” Chains answers, his voice tight.
“Fuck,” Tombstone grunts.
“We better go with him.” I hear Breaker state.
Stalking toward the door, I push through it and step out into the fresh air and see that night has officially fallen.
I glance over to the side and see the lights on in my house. A part of me wants to go home, take Rissa in my arms and keep her there. However, I know that feeling will have to wait. My anger is too high and I’m sure I’ll say something I will regret.
Like, for instance, she never should have left me in the first fuckin’ place.
Chapter Fourteen
Rissa
The bed next to me moves, startling me awake. I roll to my side to find Tyres there naked, one knee to the bed, his eyes on me.
My breath catches in my throat at the way he’s looking down at me.
His nostrils flare and his mouth is tight, but it’s his eyes that hold me. They’re filled with so much anguish that it hurts even me.
“Ike,” I whisper, using his real name since it’s just the two of us.
“Quiet,” he orders harshly.
Tyres reaches out and . . . oh my god . . . rips my sleep shirt from my body. He then does the same with my panties.
“Ike,” I gasp. I’m about to ask what’s going on when he leans down. His face in mine. Our noses touching.
“I said quiet, Rissa,” he growls.
I stay quiet and bite my lips as he slowly pulls away. He surprises me with gentle kisses, barely-there touches, and everything that I could dream up. Tyres slides his large body down to settle between my legs, and the first swipe of his tongue has me shivering while I bite my lip to keep silent.
We spent hours in bed this morning. Well, not just the bed,
everywhere we possibly could only to end up in the bed. Then after, I freaked when he tried to sit in the tub with me. I hadn’t been in a tub since that night, and it scared the hell out of me.
Tyres takes his time with his mouth on me. He keeps touch gentle, but he seems pent up with so much aggression that I feel he needs more than gentle.
Does he need me to show him he can use my body to find the release he wants?
Making a quick second decision, I take a deep breath and push Tyres away from me.
His eyes lock with mine, and I can see it. I’m right.
He needs more than gentle. Maybe even rougher than he took me in the kitchen of the house I intended to rent from Ryder.
“Fuck me, Tyres. Take what you need,” I whisper softly.
Tyres wastes no time in taking what he needs. Surging up my body, he enters me with a force so hard I arch my back. He thrusts roughly into me. His fingers digging into my hips.
I bite my lip to keep from being too loud.
It doesn’t take long before Tyres has me going over into the abyss of ecstasy where he keeps me.
Tyres grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulders. With him doing this, his cock goes even deeper. There’s no way for me to hold back my cries of pleasure. Tyres’ hand covers my mouth, muffling the sounds, and he continues his ruthless pounding until he pulls from my center and comes all over my stomach.
With the last drop spent, Tyres enters me again, and oh my. . . he goes again. This time he’s gentle and braces himself over me while thrusting slowly, building a heat like no other within me.
Tyres stays inside me, not just fucking me, but loving me through the night until we both are spent and the soft glow of the sun rising peeks through the trees.
Falling to his side, Tyres pulls me into him and holds me close. Neither of us worrying about us being sticky from where he came on my stomach.
Tyres’ breathing starts to settle and he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Love you, Bluebell. Don’t ever leave again. You do, this time around, I will follow and bring you back.”