by Laura Morgan
“I hadn’t realised you were serious about the graphic design stuff,” he told me, and I appreciated the honesty. We then chatted a little bit about my plans and the ideas Jemma and I had started putting together for our business. He didn’t understand it all, but got the general concept and I was overjoyed when he offered to install whatever extra monitors and equipment I might need in my office at the new clubhouse. “I also want to meet this Jemma,” he told me with a knowing stare. “No use keeping her away if you’re going to go into business with her. I get it, you want a friend away from the club, but that won’t work if she’s gonna be your partner.”
Dad always knew. He’d probably known since I’d first met her and hadn’t brought Jemma back to his that I wanted to keep her separate from the club. That I didn’t want to taint her by letting her in, or potentially scare her away by introducing her to my extended family. I conceded, letting Dad know I’d invite Jemma over soon, before climbing up and leaving him alone. He needed his peace and quiet just like I often did, but I hoped I’d helped at least a little bit.
Tobin wasn’t at the table when I returned and Thomas informed me he’d gone upstairs to take a shower. I followed, heading into my room where I found him stripping off and muttering under his breath.
“Oh, so now I’m worth your time?” he growled when he spotted me. “Daddy always comes first though, eh?” Tobin flung his dirty clothes in the wash basket and stalked into the en-suite, not even bothering to listen to any response I might have to his harsh words.
I followed him, but wasn’t at all sure how to deal with his anger. Tobin washed up, ignoring me as he rubbed the soapsuds over his entire body and then washed it clean. When his eyes were closed, the shampoo rinsing out of his hair, I stripped off and climbed in with him and pressed my body against his. His cock was suddenly rock hard in response to my presence, his breathing quickening, but he continued to ignore me. Tobin kept his face turned up towards the jet of water, rinsing his hair and face regardless of them already being clean. I figured I had some making up to do. There was no way I’d put my dad before Tobin, but I could understand how he might be upset by me going chasing after him like that. We were still figuring out our relationship and he needed to know I would be by his side at all times, not disappearing off after my father whenever he threw a paddy.
I leaned forward and started kissing Tobin’s chest, letting my tongue stroke at his deliciously clean and wet skin. Moving to his right nipple, he hissed when I bit down, even though I’d only done it gently, and I figured he was feeling sensitive in both mind and body. I continued nibbling and kissing him as I reached my hands down and gripped his cock, wrapping both palms around his long erection. I then moved up and down, opting for a hard, rough rhythm, and he didn’t stop me. Like when Tobin had taken me outside the club, I knew how he liked it this way sometimes, and was willing to get a little bit more adventurous when it came to our exploits if that was what he needed from me.
I then fell to my knees and sucked his cock, driving it into the back of my throat while forcing my body to accept the intrusion. Tobin didn’t stop me. If anything, he pushed it deeper to punish me somehow, fisting his hands in my wet hair and driving himself into me over and over until he came down my throat.
When he was finished, I kneeled back and stared up into the cascading water at him, suddenly feeling desperate for him to look at me or to say something kind. I had no idea what make up sex was, or whether that’s what we were doing, but I knew I simply couldn’t bear him being mad at me any longer, and that I would gladly do whatever he wanted of me if it would make things better.
“Always you, Tobin. Before anyone else,” I told him, wrapping my arms around myself against the cool of the shower floor.
Quick as a flash, he reached down for me, yanking me up into his arms and turning so I ended up directly beneath the hot water, my trembling immediately ceasing. Tobin’s hands roved over my body, warming me with his touch while he took a moment to gather his thoughts before finally saying something.
“I know, Dahl,” he whispered against me, holding me closer. “I just hate having to share you with your dad and brothers. I want to take you far away from all of them. To keep you all for myself, but I know I can’t.”
I didn’t understand it. Why couldn’t he see that what we had was incredibly different to the relationships I had with my family? I panicked, wondering if I’d somehow neglected Tobin without realising it, but I also knew he’d had my utmost attention every day that we’d been together. I’d put him first right from the start, so no, he hadn’t been neglected. He was being selfish.
“You’re just gonna have to get used to it, baby,” I replied, and he pulled back, staring down at me in surprise. “You can’t date your boss’s daughter and think you get to keep her all to your self. You have to share, just like I have to share you with them.”
I then opened the shower door and walked out, leaving him behind to mull over my words. I was his, just as he was mine, but there had to be some kind of middle-ground. Tobin had to know he couldn’t control every aspect of my life. Wrapping a towel around my body, I headed straight out into the bedroom where I dried off and climbed under the sheets, not bothering to dry my hair.
Tobin followed me a few minutes later and climbed into bed, and I half expected him to turn away from me, stewing on my reluctance at letting him win our first fight, but he didn’t. He flipped me onto my back and climbed over me, kissing me roughly while his hands trailed up and down my body. I let him, feeling hot and ready for him as always, and before I could so much as ask him how he felt about things, he disappeared beneath the duvet. Tobin lifted my hips with his hands, his mouth finding my clit while his fingers delved inside of me, and I cried out, writhing and bucking against him as he pleasured me relentlessly.
When I came down from the orgasm he’d delivered, Tobin reappeared and I was pleased to see him smiling at long last.
“As long as I get this, Dahl. Me and you, just us…”
“You have it, Tobin. I’m all yours,” I told him, kissing his wet lips. He was ready for me and I didn’t hold back. I guided his hard-on straight inside of me and my body clenched at the intrusion, but didn’t refuse him. I wanted him there, nestled inside my body and making love to me. I could do it ten times a day and it would never be enough. It was then I realised what’d happened to me without me noticing. “I’m obsessed with you too, Tobin. I love you,” I groaned, coming undone one more time.
“I love you, too. And I always will.”
I hoped he meant it, especially given the favour I was about to ask of Liev.
Chapter Twenty-One
The next morning, I awoke to the feeling of Tobin grinding against me from behind. It didn’t seem to matter that we’d had plenty of sex the evening before, he evidently wanted me again and took me the moment he knew I was awake and was up for some more. Since we’d been together that first time, I’d never denied him, and couldn’t see that I ever would, but I was also no fool. There would come a day when we’d argue or I wasn’t feeling up for it, so I was keen not to leave him feeling like I was always a sure thing in the sack. Tobin’s horniness couldn’t be the deciding factor in whether we did anything or not, and I told myself again never to lay back and take it. If I had done so that first night, our relationship would be different by a mile, and I knew I’d never let myself forget to be strong and decisive when it came to my future. Tobin had always said he respected and valued my opinion, so I hoped he would live up to those promises whenever the time came for us to disagree on anything.
“Yes, yes…” I breathed, climaxing uncontrollably while Tobin continued thrusting back and into me over and over again. When he stilled and I could feel his release throbbing into me, he bit down on my shoulder gently and pulled me against him, showing me he was still a little raw from the previous night. I took the hint. I needed to show him he was first on my list of priorities, but especially how he was above my brothers and father.
I decided to take some time away from my pursuit of an answer from Liev and my course to spend the day with him, and we took a ride out to Dahlia’s together. It was his idea, but I agreed immediately and was looking forward to getting away and clearing my head, so gladly went along.
When we arrived, it was late afternoon so Tobin called the Indian restaurant he’d taken me to on our first official date and ordered us a takeaway.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he promised as he left, being sure to lock the door behind him so I felt safe. I decided to check on the cameras while he was gone so unlocked the office and booted up the PC, loading up the camera software while fiddling with my phone, pinging Jemma a quick text to let her know I was otherwise indisposed. She replied with nothing but a winking face, making me giggle. That girl already knew me so damn well.
After skimming over the various recordings from the time we’d last spent at the new clubhouse, I then loaded up the footage from the back garden and found a suitably graphic recording of Tobin and I enjoying our last bit of freedom before heading back to the city. Damn we were hot, and I didn’t shy away from the images of us in various erotic display. Saving that file in my password protected folder along with our others, I then decided to have a quick look back through the rest of the recordings and hit rewind on the keyboard.
No one had been out the back all the day leading up to me and Tobin being there, and I almost gave up bothering. I jumped back in hour-long segments, when footage of two people I was shocked to find together filled the screen. Nico and Calvin were stood having a cigarette the night before I’d gone into Calvin’s room with Dita’s perfume in a bid to fuck with his head. They were talking, laughing and joking like old pals. As if nothing had happened to drive any kind of a wedge between the pair of them. While I knew Nico had chosen to protect Calvin and not reveal his indiscretions to the club, I still couldn’t understand it. And, I certainly couldn’t understand how they could still be such good friends after I’d revealed the truth about how many times Calvin had raped Dita just months before the footage I was watching had been filmed.
There was no audio, but I could see them grinning, sharing some kind of joke, and I almost turned it off. I didn’t want to see my brother associating with his sisters’ tormentor. Calvin had also threatened me and violated my privacy. He was a monster, not some buddy to joke around with.
Suddenly, the on-screen mood changed between them. They stopped chatting and glared at each other, the mood tense. Before I could even begin to fathom what was going on, they were kissing. Like lovers who couldn’t get enough of one another, they were passionate and intense, and certainly not new to having their tongues down one another’s throats. Calvin was then bent over the same table I had been the following night while Nico was fucking him from behind. I could see him driving his cock into him over and over again, his face screwed up like he was in pain, but I could tell he wasn’t. Nico was enjoying having his way with Calvin.
In fact, they both loved it. I was shocked to watch as Calvin came onto the wooden table after nothing but their fucking. Nico hadn’t so much as given him a reacharound, nor had Calvin touched himself. His pleasure had been driven purely by Nico driving in and out of his arsehole and I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he stilled, coming inside of him. It was just a moment before they were tucking their cocks back in their jeans and rearranging themselves like nothing had even happened.
Well, except for more kissing. On the screen, Calvin was peering up at Nico, his hands on his face while he caressed him tenderly, and Nico kissed him back for a few seconds before shoving him away. Their moment was over as far as my brother was concerned and I could tell from their body language that Calvin wanted more from Nico. Perhaps he even loved him, but it wasn’t reciprocated. My brother seemed confused by his feelings towards another man and it looked like he was willing to keep fighting them in spite of the physical act that’d just happened between the pair of them.
I was in utter shock. Watching with a hand over my open mouth as Nico stormed away and Calvin stared after him, his face like thunder. He certainly was an unstable and violent man. I could see it in his eyes, and knew for sure that he had to be stopped.
So that was the reason Nico had continually protected Calvin, even from our father. Dad had no idea about Dita and her violent oppressor because Nico had covered for him. I could imagine him whispering in my father’s ear about how she liked it rough and had gone elsewhere to get it because her and Tobin weren’t compatible in the sack. I wanted to scream!
Yes, I might’ve been overreacting, but it still didn’t change the fact that Nico had protected Calvin purely to save his own skin. He’d done it for himself and no one else, the fucking bastard.
My phone chimed in my pocket, making me jump out of my skin, and I looked down to find a text from Tobin telling me he was on his way back. I didn’t answer. I was still glued to the image on the screen of Calvin’s hatred and envy etched clearly on his face. He’d wanted Nico and I wondered just how desperate he might’ve been to prove it. Desperate enough to mess with his bike’s cooling system? Desperate enough to punish me to get Nico’s attention? Yes. Both were entirely likely and I knew it.
I saved the video to another password protected folder and shut down the PC before shaking off my shock and plastering a smile on my face.
By the time Tobin returned with our food, I was in the kitchen pouring him a beer and warming our plates. I wasn’t going to let my revelation ruin our time together. If anything, I realised it’d given me more leverage, and it felt good to finally be uncovering some of the truths my family couldn’t deny.
***
Tobin and I stayed alone at the new clubhouse for two blissful days before the other club members joined us. It felt strange being in a house full of men, especially given my recent unease with a certain member, but I didn’t let it bother me. I just stayed close to Tobin while maintaining my usual quiet and watching everyone around us, suddenly more interested in reading everyone’s body language than ever. As far as I recalled, none of their friends had ever made jokes about Calvin’s preference for the far-less-fairer sex, or Nico’s evident bisexuality, and this time was no different.
I watched as Nico went about the place like usual and everyone respected him, listening to his guidance wherever he offered it. He loved Jodie, I knew that, but he also had needs it seemed he indulged every now and again. Urges he hadn’t confided in any other member of their club than his secret boy-toy.
Nico was finally feeling better and he truly seemed himself again, though. I was glad to see it, and still found myself enjoying his company and watching intently as he, Thomas and Brad resumed their usual banter. It was good to see them laughing and joking around like old times. Never having let the dark days get to them, I followed suit and pushed myself to do the same.
I didn’t get a moment alone with Nico that night, but wasn’t really sure how I wanted to go about revealing what I knew to him anyway. Should I just come out and say it, or should I bide my time and use it as leverage at a convenient moment? I wasn’t sure, so sat on the knowledge, pushing my feelings aside.
“Baby, I’m gonna go up to bed,” I told Tobin when I’d had enough and was ready to leave the guys to it. He eyed me, as though checking I was okay, but conceded, and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply regardless of our audience.
He then escorted me up, giving me one last kiss before disappearing back downstairs, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I climbed into bed and grabbed the laptop I’d brought with us to the new clubhouse. It was Dita’s, of course. I hadn’t been able to bring myself to leave it behind, so loaded up the messenger service and checked for a reply from Jane Doe. There was nothing, not that I expected one.
You’re a fucking coward.
I hoped that’d get Liev’s attention. Perhaps get him angry enough to respond at least. I then closed the laptop and lay down, snuggling into the familiar sheets that felt li
ke home. Like they were mine. Ours.
I fell asleep listening to the sounds of chatter beneath me, the din loud enough to reach me yet indistinct enough for me not to listen to it. The white noise washed over me and brought with it a haze of tiredness, and I gave in.
That was the first night I dreamed of Dita. In my dream, she was happy, smiling and free. Nothing like she had been in life. It was wonderful, and when I woke a few hours later thanks to Tobin crashing around the room in his drunken attempt to undress, I knew I was smiling too. I hoped wherever she was, she looked like I’d imagined her. That she was truly free at last, and that she was happy.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next two days passed by in a blur. I messaged Liev two more times, each one more daring than the last, but still, I got no response. He’d left me behind, I was sure of it, so instead of wallowing in self-pity, I threw myself into overcoming the hurdles life had thrown in my path the last few months. I put Tobin first and really made the effort to make sure he knew he was top of my ‘most important people’ list.
Nico had left for a night but turned up with Jodie the following day, and I watched him fawn over her with interest. No matter what I’d seen on that camera footage, my brother really seemed to love her and I figured he was like most men—he slipped every now and again. But rather than cheat with other girls, it seemed Nico had a thirst another woman couldn’t quench. Something he’d decided Calvin was the man to help him with. However, for the time being it seemed my brother had put Jodie to the top of his list too and he’d finally proposed.
She showed off her impressive engagement ring while beaming and glowing with the pregnancy, and I couldn’t be happier for them. I could also tell they were back to being a sexually active couple again because I heard them going at it in the bedroom when I then went up to take a bath in the main restroom that was next to their room. I was pleased to know he was back to normal following his crash though, so popped my music on and ignored the noises coming through the wall.