“I—are you sure everything’s okay?” Marnie asked.
“It’s fine sweetheart, just go get dressed.”
“Okay,” Marnie said, looking at them over Rock’s shoulder. He was looking at her and Pretty Boy sensed the tension in his shoulders until she turned and walked back towards the bedroom to get dressed.
“Who the fuck is she?” Bone asked, his gun still drawn.
“Fuck, hell. This isn’t the way I wanted you to find out.” Rock said, running a hand over his face as he turned to look at them. “I was going to talk to you and Tank about it this week. It’s just a really fucked up situation.”
“You need to start talking now Rock. Who the fuck is she and why is she in my territory without my knowledge.” Bone demanded. Following him into the living room where he waited for an answer from their friend.
“She’s Larry’s sister. He asked me to look after her,” Rock replied, glancing back towards the room. “but it’s complicated. I—fuck. I didn’t talk to you about bringing her here because she just showed up two months ago. She’d run away six months before that because—fuck.” Rock sat down heavily in the chair beside the fireplace and he looked frazzled. “Because her step-father tried to rape her, alright.” He finally burst out, sounding disgusted.
“Explain.” Bone commanded.
“She’s not even eighteen, and he thought that was old enough to force her. Fuck me. He was never all there and well, she’s—you saw.” He muttered, motioning towards the back room. Pretty Boy knew he meant the killer curves and the beauty she couldn’t hide. If he wasn’t so gone over Gabi, he’d likely have a hard-on for her. “She ran, but she didn’t have anywhere to go. When she showed up here she was in bad shape. Dirty, and she’d lost weight. I just couldn’t turn her away, but I wasn’t sure she’d even want to stay.”
“Why didn’t you come to me?” Bone demanded
“She just decided yesterday that she was going to stay, and I planned on talking to you about it. She’s turning eighteen in three weeks, but if her step-dad finds out where she is, he could come and try to take her. I just didn’t want to cause any trouble with all the Jackals bullshit we already deal with, I didn’t want to make you deal with more issues. He runs with the Dark Horse patched over MC as you know, and I knew he’d bring them into it. You have enough shit going on.” Rock said, looking torn.
“It’s just as likely to cause me issues now as it was when she showed up. Why do all you mother fuckers do this shit. First Mark, and now you? If you came to me, you know I would handle it. I don’t give a fuck about a patched over club getting bent out of shape. I do care about my men not coming to me with their fucking issues like they’re supposed to. What the fuck man? We thought you were our mole!” Bone roared.
“What?” Rock asked, anger boiling in his eyes as he glared at Bone. “You think I would betray the club? I would never do that. Not for any reason. I just thought I wouldn’t make this an issue until I was sure she was going to want to stay here. Hell, I’ve been sleeping on my couch, or at the clubhouse for weeks and that shit’s getting old. I was going to ask for one of the cabins near you that has two bedrooms this week when I told you about what was going on.”
“Yes, but since you were acting suspicious and shit. We thought we might have another Mark situation going down.” Bone said grimly.
“I even went to her mother’s place in Titus to check up on her. Strangely the girl’s mother seems to think she ran off with a boy and that she’s a little loose with her morals.” Pretty Boy added.
“Ha, that bitch knew her step-dad went after her. It’s part of the reason Marnie left. Her mother told her that she should be flattered that he wanted her. What the fuck is that man?” Rock asked, his eyes filled with hatred for Marnie’s mother.
“That’s seriously fucked up, but so is you keeping this from me.” Bone growled.
“I’m sorry.”
“I want to talk to her.” Bone said.
Rock stiffened, and Pretty Boy could almost see the dark anger that poured through him as he sat forward on the chair looking grim. Pretty Boy had a feeling that not all of Rock’s feelings for Marnie were platonic in nature.
“Why?” He demanded, his fist balled on the arms of the chair he sat in.
“Because she will be in my backyard and I want to talk to her.” Bone’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, realizing that Rock was about to get defiant.
“She is innocent and she has nothing to do with the leaks. Hell, she hasn’t left my house except for the few times at night that I let her take a walk with me.” Rock said, explaining why he’d seen him out at night looking suspicious over the last few months. He was likely afraid that they’d discover Marnie lurking in the bushes where he’d shoved her.
“I will be talking to her today and you’re the deciding factor in how that goes. You want me to let her stay, then I get to ask her some questions, understand.” Bone growled.
“It’s fine, Rock.” That soft voice said from the other side of the living room, making their gazing snap around to find the pixyish girl standing in the doorway, now wearing a pain of faded jeans and one of Rock’s t-shirts. If she hadn’t tucked the shirt in, it would likely hang to her knees it was so big on her. Her long dark hair fell to her hips, making her look soft and inviting. Not that he was interested in any woman who wasn’t Gabi, but damn she was gorgeous. He could see why Rock was so over protective of her innocence.
“Marnie, I will handle this. Go back to the bedroom.” Rock grunted, his glare moving from Pretty Boy to Bone before softening as it landed on Marnie again.
“No, I can talk to them. You said I might have to this week anyway after you told them I was here.” Marnie firmly stated, taking another step into the room. Rock didn’t look happy about it and he sent a warning look at Bone. Pretty Boy interrupted the look to mean, upset her and I will kill you, which was bold considering who Bone was. Yep, platonic feelings weren’t the only thing going on here. He recognized that dark look and he was damned sure Bone did too. It was one they’d both worn at some point when they were protecting their women.
“You’re Marnie?”
“Marnina actually, but everyone calls me Marnie.” She came further into the room and Rock stood up guiding her to the couch. Rock sat beside her, pulling her hand into his.
“You came here because you knew Rock was here?” Bone asked, his tone still slightly suspicious.
“Sort of. I kind of stopped at the diner and he saw me outside looking through the trash for food one evening close to sunset. He recognized me. At first, I wasn’t sure he was any different than my step-dad. I didn’t know Rock very well because I’d only met him a few times when I was much younger, and he brought me stuff or checked on me. He was kind to me and offered to bring me dinner outside when I refused to go anywhere with him. After I ate, he asked me where I was staying. When I didn’t say anything he offered to let me stay here. I wasn’t sure, but I still had my Taser, that’s how I got away from my step-dad. Knowing I could Taser him and get away, I agreed to come to his cabin. Only Rock just left me here and went to stay at the clubhouse. He told me that I couldn’t turn on the lights, but I could stay here for as long as I liked. I realize he wasn’t supposed to let me stay without your permission, but he was only trying not to scare me away. After Tyson trying to rape me I was really skittish. Please don’t punish him for taking care of me, I couldn’t live with myself if I got him into trouble,” Marnie finished, looking at Bone with big eyes that begged for forgiveness.
“Damn,” Bone muttered, rubbing his face with his hand. Pretty Boy knew that he was trying not to lose his shit after that story. How the hell was he supposed to punish Rock for something like this when he was just trying to protect someone who was innocent of any wrong doing.
“You pay her buy out from your cut, and she has to pretend she just showed up. No telling anyone she’s been here for months. You’re responsible like I am for Molly, capisce. There will be a vote too,�
� Bone finally grunted, earning a nod from Rock.
“Done.”
Pretty Boy wondered what Marnie would think if she knew she’d just been claimed as an old lady by Rock without her knowledge. Bone had sensed the same thing he had about Rock’s feelings for the young girl and he’d already given permission for him to put her becoming his old lady to a vote. He didn’t know what would come of this because it was obvious to him that Rock was in way over his head. All he could think as they said their goodbyes a few minutes later was a line from an old song he’d heard by Queen, ‘And another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust hey, hey’ yep, it seemed like the whole club was finding women they couldn’t live without.
Chapter Fifteen
Gabriella smoothed out the wrinkles in the skirt of her baby doll dress for the third time. Her hands shook as she checked her makeup in the mirror one more time. She’d gone with a little bit of lip gloss and some eye shadow. Nothing too heavy. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute as she tried hard not to allow her nerves to get the best of her. She sat on the bed fluffing the little skirt, but quickly decided that wasn’t right. She instead posed against the wall, her leg propped up behind her. She made her lips pouty and tried to look sexy. No, no that wasn’t right either.
Damn it. Why was this so hard?
She could remember when she was normal, years ago before the Jackals. Back then she would have had no issue looking sexy for a man. Only right now she was filled with jangling nerves and a racing mind. She needed to get a damned grip. Sighing loudly, she glanced around the room searching for the perfect place to pose for him.
Pretty Boy would be home soon and she needed to get her shit under control before he did or she was going to ruin this. She again took up position on the bed deciding that with her nerves, sitting there was the best way to try to entice Pretty Boy. Her hands were twisted in the bedsheets and she tried unsuccessfully to stop the jangle by taking deep breaths. She wasn’t sure what had possessed her today to go to the little lingerie shop in town to buy this little wisp of nothing dress. She wasn’t even sure she was ready for this step, but she remembered the way he’d touched her the night she’d been drunk and she wanted more of that, a double scoop of that.
Hearing the buzz of an engine coming closer she caught her breath until she heard it zoom by the cabin instead of stopping. Damn, that wasn’t him. She really needed to get a grip because this was making her insane. Reaching out she grabbed her headphones and started blasting music trying to find a Zen, that she wasn’t sure she was even capable of.
About twenty minutes later she was looking through a magazine when she felt eyes on her. She gasped and looked up to find Pretty Boy hovering in the doorway staring at her in stunned disbelief. Shit, she shouldn’t have put on the headphones. Now the whole effect she’d wanted to have on him was gone. Instead, she was frozen on the bed wearing a sheer black baby doll nighty and a startled expression. Great way to seduce a man. Jerking the headphones off Gabi stood and smiled widely trying to save this little venture.
“Firefly, what’s going on here?” Pretty Boy asked, his eyes roving up and down at her, from where he stood still frozen in the doorway.
“I—shit. I wanted to—umm.” Gabriella knew she wasn’t making sense, but now that she was faced with Kyle looking sexy as hell in his tight jeans with his bare chest underneath his cut. She felt her nerves jangle even harder than they had been when she’d just been thinking about seducing him.
“You wanted to what, firefly?” Kyle asked, still not moving.
He looked tense where he stood watching her, and she was struck by the sudden idea that maybe he wasn’t interested tonight. That he wanted to be the seducer, not the seduced. Feeling discouraged by his seeming lack of response to her efforts, she felt her cheeks flame with disappointment and uncertainty. Steeling herself for rejection, she gritted her teeth before she rushed ahead.
“I-think-you-should-let-me-control-the-sex.” Gabi said with barely a pause between the words.
“I see.”
“It’s just an idea. It worked the other night when we—um, when we—you know.” Gabi said, trying not to crumple under the pressure. She watched as Kyle turned to the dresser and began emptying his pockets. She listened to the hollow thumps as he placed his gun down followed by two knives and some change. He bent down pulling the laces of his boots removing them and toeing off his socks. Gabi rose to her knees on the bed moving to get off, but stopped when he turned back toward her. His eyes roved over her form slowly up, then back down.
“By control, you mean on top?” He asked as he took a step toward the bed, his eyes still roving.
“Um—that too, but no, I mean I need to be the one to make all the moves. Like I control what happens.” Gabi stuttered out as he stopped a foot from the bed. Kyle watched her for a long moment, his intense gaze taking in every detail.
“Is that what you want, baby? Because I’m in if that’s the case.”
Gabi was so shocked by his words that for a moment she wasn’t sure what had happened. She heard him continue speaking and she found herself even more awed by his next words.
“You need to think about it. I don’t want you to make this call because you think I want or need sex. I’m perfectly content just holding you every night. Do I want to have sex with you? Hell yes, but I don’t want to do it until you’re ready. Until it’s what you want,” he said.
“I’m ready,” she whispered in reply.
“Okay, what do you want me to do, firefly? You’re running the show” he said, watching her carefully for any sign she wasn’t ready.
Then she realized that he’d agreed to let her have the reins and her heart pumped hard as she licked her lips trying to figure out what to do next. Gabi blinked and she realized that now that she’d gotten him to agree to this, she had no idea what to do with him. What the hell did you do with a six-foot leather clad biker? She really hadn’t thought this through very well because now that she had him, she had no clue what to do next.
“Ah, lay down on the bed?” She asked, wondering what she was going to do.
“You want me to strip first?” Kyle asked, waiting on her to decide.
“Okay,” Gabi said, her hands tugging at the hem of the baby doll dress made of sheer black lace with a ruffle around the bottom. She watched as he took off his cut before shucking his jeans. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she saw he was wearing boxers today. When his thumbs hooked in the waist intending to take those off too she reached out stopping him.
“No?” He asked, meeting her eyes with his. Gabriella felt like all the moisture had left her mouth, so instead of speaking she just shook her head and tugged on his arm to get him to lie down in the bed. He didn’t argue, he just laid down placing his hands beneath his head, making the hard muscles in his arms flex as he lay there waiting.
Shit, she’d really thought this would be easier. She couldn’t even tell if he was into this or not. She glanced down at his boxers. Okay, so maybe she could sort of tell because he was definitely happy to see her if that huge tent was any indication. Taking a deep breath, she slowly straddled his legs kneeling above him. His hands stayed behind his head, but his eyes ate her up. The look he was giving her made her nerves lessen a little.
“Everything okay, Firefly?” Kyle asked, a frown clouding his brow when she just stared down at him for several minutes unsure what to do.
“Y—yes,” she replied, her voice cracking a little as she spoke.
“Firefly, you know anything you do will be okay. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but I’m yours baby. Anything you want to do is fine. Even if it’s not about sex.”
His words seemed to be what she’d needed because she suddenly felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she placed her hands on his chest. Her nails scraped gently over his skin as she gave in to the need she hadn’t known was building inside her. Leaning forward she brushed her lips along his neck and b
egan kissing his tanned skin. Kyle groaned a little and his body tensed beneath her, making her pull back a little to look at him.
“It’s fine, firefly. It’s just hard to stay still with your sexy body above mine. I’m a man, even if I am trying to give you what you need. Just do what you want, I can take it.” Kyle insisted.
Something about his words made her insides tingle. She didn’t know why, but what he’d said made her bolder than she’d been only a moment ago. She leaned forward and moved up so she could press her breasts against his lips. He didn’t do what she expected and take them into his mouth, making her frown as he let out a little grunt as she rubbed them over his lips. Still yet, he didn’t suck on them.
“Please,” she whimpered, needing his mouth on her breasts. She pressed down onto his stiff cock resting her pussy against him. She wasn’t wearing anything under the little baby doll dress, which meant the only barrier between them was his boxers. Kyle’s mouth opened, and he took her breast inside sucking hard on her tightened nipple. Gabi moaned as she felt his tongue swirl around the tip flicking it. Gasping as pleasure sizzled through her at the feeling of his wet mouth sucking her breast and thin lace rubbing against her skin, sent fire racing up her spine. She needed more though. She needed his hands on her or she was going to go insane.
“Hold me.” She commanded.
Kyle didn’t hesitate, his hands flew from beneath his head, one hand cupping her hip while the other cupped her breast, flicking the nipple he wasn’t sucking on gently. A moan escaped her as she pressed harder into him, her pussy rubbing against his cock. The pleasure racing through her clouded her vision and made her whimper when he tugged at the hem of the little dress. He released her nipple with an audible pop and commanded.
“Take this off, firefly.”
“You don’t like it?” Gabi asked, unsure.
“I love it. I just want you with me, skin to skin baby. I need to feel you and I think you need it too.” Kyle whispered, reassuring her.
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