by E. C. Land
Sitting down in the tub, I feel like my lungs are burning as I try to breathe. I keep my focus on Tyres. Right now, he’s my center point, and I need him to be that right now. Tyres’ eyes burn into me while he pulls his shirt up and over his head. My gaze drops down to his bare chest and the way he looks beautiful with his tattoos as I hear him undoing his belt in order to remove his jeans.
One night, I just want to lay around and trace each one with my tongue. The dragon that sits on his back is a beautiful piece of art. Then there’s the one on his chest for the club, on the right side of his chest that has a design shaping over to his left, where in the bright light of the bathroom and me finally focusing on it, I see it.
Tyres has a willow tree over his heart, with the shape of the tree trunk being that of a woman’s curves, but the part I’m really seeing is where one of the leaves that spill over the branches spells out my name. I could easily see it now. On the inside of his arm, he has Wren’s name there with swirls of fire surrounding her, almost like a protective barrier around her.
When Tyres moves, my eyes come back to his and I feel the tears pricking my eyes. He did have me with him all this time.
Naked, he steps into the tub and adjusts us as he sits behind me. His arms come back, surrounding me in his heat.
“See, Ris, nothing to worry about. I’ve got you,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear.
“You have me marked on you.” I can barely comprehend anything else because of noticing my name spelled out on the branches of the willow tree. The fact he has the willow tree means the world to me as it is since I find them to be beautiful and romantic. I don’t know. I guess you can put it up to me watching Pocahontas as a kid, and grandmother Willow gave her wise wisdom.
“Yeah, Bluebell, I have you marked on me. You marked me over ten years ago, and I now know when it comes to you, I could never move on from my anger at losing you because I need you.” Tyres presses a kiss under my ear, where he likes to call it one of my sweet spots. Making a trail from there, he peppers his lips along my neck to my shoulder.
“Ike,” I whimper, an ache of need starting to build between my legs.
“Close your eyes, Ris. Let me take care of you.” I nod, wanting that but more. I want to turn around, sink myself onto his massiveness I feel pressing into my lower back, and I want to kiss him while doing so.
Sucking in a deep breath, I do as he says, and in doing so, I relax further into him. Tyres groans an approval when I do. His hands roam my body and he whispers sweet words into my ear. By the time he reaches between my legs and dips his fingers deep into my entrance, I feel as if I were vibrating with need.
“Turn and face me, Bluebell,” he commands, pulling his fingers away.
With a moan of protest, I open my eyes, move away from his warmth, and turn my body to face his. Tyres’ eyes are filled with such love it has my breath stilling within my chest.
Or maybe that’s my heart.
Tyres reaches out, guides me until I’m in just the right position for him to slide deep inside me.
Yes.
“Ride me, Baby Doll.”
I ride him slowly. Grinding against him, rocking myself back and forth on his cock, and circling my hips. The entire time our eyes stay locked on each other.
My orgasm grows closer, but I try to keep it at bay. I don’t want to come without him. Not this time. Tyres must sense what I’m doing because one second, I’m riding him, the next he’s lifting me out of the tub, his cock still deep inside me. The next second he has me on the bathroom rug that sits on the floor next to the tub.
With this new position, Tyres slips almost all the way out only to slam back in all the way. “Never hold yourself back with me, Rissa. I want you coming as many times as I can manage you got that?” he demands, growling gruffly while plowing into me.
“Yes,” I moan, arching into him.
Tyres grumbles something; however, I don’t quite hear him due to my orgasm shooting through me in massive waves, Tyres’ name on my lips. He follows suit with a grunt of his own, his cock twitching inside my depths as he pumps, spilling his release into me.
I don’t think I’ll ever fear getting into his tub again. In fact, I think I’ll be making sure he and I take a bath every chance we get.
Chapter Seventeen
Tyres
Two nights I’ve been lying in wait while my family slept. I didn’t want Rissa to know I laid in bed next to her until she went to sleep or that I went outside to move through the darkness after. Tonight is when the moon is supposed to be at its fullest, and I intend to be ready.
The other night in the tub, Rissa officially gave over all of her trust to me when she let me help her overcome her fear of the bathtub. Then afterward, I also got to enjoy her body over and over again until I exhausted her. I even fucked her ass after making her beg me for it. It was glorious.
My woman is beautiful in every way, and I don’t care if she thinks it’s too soon or not. I lost ten years with her. Once this bullshit is done, I’m taking her ass to the courthouse and marrying her the first chance I get. If she wants a big-ass wedding or whatever, it can happen at another time, but I’m not waiting for her to have my last name.
Fuck that.
Brake and the rest of my brothers made it to Florida. It seems they’ll be there for a while due to the shit going on with the Cintron Cartel. I decided since my brother isn’t wanting to talk about what the hell’s going on with him. I would do a little bit of digging on my own.
It might not be the right thing to do, but I’m fuckin’ worried about my brother and what the fuck is going on with him.
I’ve always known my brother’s secrets, that part he’s never kept from me. I guess that’s why him not talking to me now is pissing me off and twisting my arm to make me go to the lengths I’m willing to go.
First, I’ll deal with the people after Rissa.
I talked Rissa into letting the kids go stay over at Ryder’s house for the night. I wanted them out of the way, so they were safe. Rissa doesn’t know it but tonight, not only are we going to have a repeat of last night but way fuckin’ better where I tie her ass up.
For now, I have to get work done at the garage before I can do anything else. There was a load of work piling up, and the guys needed some help with getting caught up.
“Tyres?” At the sound of my name being called, I glance in the direction to find a woman standing there I’ve never seen before.
“Yeah, that’s me. What can I do to help you?” I ask since it’s the only thing I can do considering I’m at the shop working for a bit today and if I’m not nice to the customers, our office manager, Felicity, will flip her shit.
Fuck. If she didn’t run a tight ship with the office, I would tell Chains to can her ass, but she’s damn good at her job. Felicity came on to work for us a few years back after Chains, Axel, and I were looking into our accountant, who was skimming off the top. He hired Felicity after Fuse ran a background check on her.
Her light chocolate complexion, curly hair that she leaves down all the time seems to draw men to our garage a lot more lately. Good thing she doesn’t have a man. Otherwise, we would have a jealous fucker up here all the time, ready to kick ass.
“I’m Yvonne,” she says sweetly, holding out her hand for me to shake.
I avoid touching her hand by holding my up and waving them to show her the grease smeared on mine. “What can I do for you, Yvonne?”
“I called yesterday, and they said I could bring my car in today to see if someone could check it out. The lady in the front office told me you could help,” she responds, all while giving me a once-over and licking her bottom lip.
I don’t fuckin’ think so, lady.
This Yvonne chick might be hot, but she definitely ain’t my type. Not with her overly skinny body and barely-there tits. With the outfit she’s wearing, she doesn’t leave anything to the imagination as it is.
No, I’m a tits and ass man, and my woman�
��s gotta have something to hold onto without me feeling like I’ll break her like a twig.
“What’s wrong with your car?” I ask, grabbing a rag and start wiping the grease from my hands as best I can. I nod in the direction of the open bay and head outside for her to show me her car.
“It’s making a ticking sound that won’t stop. The sound is annoying,” she complains with a huff and pout because I’m not giving her the attention she wants.
She’ll have to get over it because I’m not going there. Not when I have a willing woman at home I’ve spent ten years without.
“Go ahead and start her up and let me hear,” I tell her, nodding at the older model sedan.
Yvonne does as I told her to do, and I frown at the sound it is making. “Pop the hood,” I yell over the noise. Again, she does as I tell her.
Lifting the hood, I prop the hood up and listen while trying to find the culprit. A shadow falls on me, and I figure it’s the woman wanting to be able to hear me if I say something. I tilt my head to tell her to step back when it happens, and I’m hit with a shooting pain that sends me down to the ground.
“What the fuck?” I snap, blinking away the pain as I look up to see the woman is holding a club hammer in her hands. I try to get up, but Yvonne’s hit was harder than I expected from someone her size.
A man dressed in a white tee and dirty jeans comes up behind her and sneers down at me. Takes the hammer from Yvonne and hands her a syringe. “Finish it,” he commands.
Finish what?
Yvonne smiles boldly at me and steps forward with the syringe and jabs it into my neck. “Nighty night, handsome. I’ll have my fun with you after I finish with that whore you’ve been fucking.”
Motherfucker.
This shit ain’t happening.
Fucked up part, my brothers can’t hear shit that’s going on because of the loud sounds coming from in the garage, music, and tools being used.
Everything goes hazy, and I try to fight it when the man who’s sneering down at me steps forward and pulls out a knife. “Once I finish with her, I’ll make sure you join your whore after watching what we do to her.”
Those are the last words before another pain hits and everything goes dark.
Chapter Eighteen
Rissa
If time could go any slower, I swear I could easily lose my mind. Tyres arranged for both Ike and Wren to spend the day and night over at Ryder’s house. This left me in the house by myself with nothing to do.
I’ve already cleaned the house, prepped dinner for the night, showered, shaved, and put on a black and white swirling sleeveless t-shirt dress that comes halfway up my thigh.
For some reason, my anxiety is higher than normal and it’s making me edgy.
There’s a knock on the door at the same time my cell phone rings.
“What in the world,” I grumble to myself.
I snag the phone from the coffee table and make my way to the door while looking at the screen to see Tyres calling.
Reaching for the handle of the door, I open it at the same time, swiping my finger across the screen to answer Tyres’ call. Chains steps through the door with several of the other members of the club with him as I put the phone to my ear.
“Hey, you finished already?” I ask Tyres, meeting Chains grim look.
‘Stay calm.’ I frown at Chains when he mouths this instead of speaking.
“You thought you could get away from me. I told you I’d kill your boy, but I think I’ll kill your lover instead.” A wave of nausea hits me at the sound of a voice I’ll never forget. “Now I’m sure his little fuck buddies are there. You are going to get rid of them and come to the boathouse where we’ll finish what we started a year ago. You have thirty minutes to get down here, or I put a bullet in his head,” the guy, I don’t even know his name, sneers before hanging up on me.
I pull the phone from my ear slowly. My body feels like it’s going to collapse to the floor at any given second.
Ryder comes up next to me and takes the phone from my hand while wrapping an arm around my waist. “Stay calm, Ris. We know they have Tyres. What did they tell you?”
“He . . . he . . . boathouse.” I stop myself from speaking long enough to clear my throat and stop the tears from falling. I can’t allow myself to crumple right now. That sick monster and I’m sure his bitch have Ike. He’s threatening to kill him because of me. I can’t let that happen. I’ll die first. “I have thirty minutes to get to the boathouse before he puts a bullet in Tyres.”
Nodding, Chains meets my gaze. “You’re not going down there.”
“What?”
I’m baffled by this.
“It’s a trap. Plain as day. We’re going to send prospects down there to make it look like we’re going there. We have footage on that building just like everywhere else on this property. Somehow, they’ve gotten through the back fence line. They’ll be coming here for you,” Chains declares.
I don’t understand.
What’s going on here?
“What’s going on is we’re protecting you and our brother from being killed,” Breaker says, answering a question I didn’t even realize I spoke aloud.
Great, now I’m speaking without meaning to have the words come out of my mouth.
“So what do you suggest? Because I’ll tell you I don’t know what to do and I don’t want anything to happen to Tyres or our kids, for that matter. You know I left to protect him once, then you should know by now I will die before letting something happen to him, Wren, or Ike,” I rant, on the verge of having a full-blown meltdown.
“We’re going to wait for them to come here,” Ryder declares.
“Exactly, I want Breaker, Ryder, Pipe to stay in here with me, while Torque, Bender, Lynch, and Crash go to the boathouse. Also, I want two brothers at each house keeping an eye on the ol’ ladies and kids. Tiny and Nora are at my place,” Chains states firmly. When he’s done, everyone who is leaving jumps to action.
“Rissa, why don’t you go up to your room and try to relax somewhat,” Ryder suggests.
I nod because there’s nothing else I can do at this point. It seems they have everything under control. Or at least, I hope so.
Ryder
My eyes follow Rissa up the stairs, then turn back to my nephew, Chains. Over the past years, since coming back to the club, I’ve seen him take control and be the man I always knew he would be. His dad would be proud of him.
When he found out that the Boogeyman was his older brother and what he attempted to do to Raven, twice now, nearly sent him spiraling. If not for Tiny, I think he would have, but he got his shit together.
Now this shit with Tyres and Rissa. He surprised me by bringing her back here, knowing how his cousin felt about her. However, we all knew Rissa was meant for my nephew. When she up and left without an explanation claiming the bullshit she said to him over the phone, I knew there was a reason, but she hurt him deeply. With her being back, he’s been his old self, still broody, but the light is back in his eyes that only shown for Wren when she was around him.
I even went to speak to Rissa the day after she moved into my house I’m using as a rental. She and I hashed things out. I got her to tell me the full story about what happened, and it gutted me. I went home, held my own little girl in my arms, ruffled both my boy’s hair, and made love to my woman.
Brielle is the other have of my soul, and I’ve always lived for the rush now I live for her. She’s my reason for breathing, and I intend to have forever with her.
“This ends today. Ela said it would be when the moon was the fullest. Have you looked up at the sky and seen it?” Breaker asks.
“Yeah, I saw it,” Chains says, nodding grimly. Not many people pay attention to the fact somedays even in the daylight, you can somewhat see the moon when the skies are clear.
I nod in agreement.
This ends today. I’m sick of my family being hurt.
Chapter Nineteen
Tyres
Coming to, I wince at the pain filling my head. I crack my eyes open enough to take in my surroundings from where I’m lying on the wet ground, meaning we’re near the bayou. Out of the corner, I see my attackers fuckin’ Yvonne and the asswipe with her. He’s sticking a syringe into her arm.
“Can’t I have him before I take her, Nicky?” she whines.
“No, you can’t. I didn’t get to finish enjoying it the last time and I’m going to do that,” Nicky sneers.
“But why. It’s okay you can’t get it up. I love you anyway,” she purrs.
Can’t get it up?
“Yvonne, you know why I’m impotent.”
“I know, baby, I get that it’s because of your mother stabbing you there that left you mangled and unable to use it.” Fuckin’ hell, that’s just gross, which makes this whole thing even more fucked up than it already is. The dude’s got mommy issues; this explains why each of those women who resembled Rissa had a kid.
“You promised to give me what I need to feel, even close to that feeling I need to feel. Now get naked, strap up and get ready because you’re going to fuck that whore while I enjoy watching. This time around, I’ll be getting my enjoyment fulfilled and we can move on. As your reward, I’ll give you a night with him,” Nicky snaps.
“You promise?” Yvonne asks, her voice taking on a slight slur.
“I’m your husband. Would I lie to you?” Nicky chuckles.
“Of course not,” Yvonne whispers.
“Good, now get ready. I’m going to get this asswipe strapped to a tree so we can get going.” Nicky moves toward me, and Yvonne starts to do as Nicky tells her.
I quickly take an assessment of myself. I’m still in my coveralls from the garage. I’d been wearing them halfway up my body with the arms tied around my waist. I do this at the garage because I keep my gun where I can get to it if need be.
This works for me since my gun is still where I can get to it, holstered to my left side. Without Nicky seeing me, I slowly reach for it. Both Nicky and Yvonne were a good twenty feet from me when they were talking.