Steven (The Skulls Book 15)

by Sam Crescent

  “Hey, yourself,” she said. “Are you going somewhere?”

  Glancing down at himself, he shook his head. “I was going to see you.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I couldn’t last another moment without knowing you’re all right, or to say how sorry I am.”

  She held her hand up.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude at all, and I don’t want to be, but I just need you to stop for a second so I can talk.” He watched as she took a breath. “I overreacted.”

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “I did.” She was nodding her head. “I shouldn’t have done or said the things that I did. I was so angry, so hurt. I’ve … it’s been such a long time that I’ve had anyone question my past that for a little while I could forget that I even had one. It was stupid, really.”

  Steven clenched his hands, to stop himself from telling her otherwise.

  “I was hurting, and I lashed out.” She tucked some hair behind her ears. “Even after being with Lacey and Whizz, it was like in that one moment when I had to face the facts that I was what I was, I suddenly felt trapped. I couldn’t get out, and I was back to being that scared little girl. I didn’t know what to do, or who to blame.” She chuckled. “I only had myself to blame.”

  “I shouldn’t have gone looking,” Steven said.

  “You killed some of them, didn’t you? The men and women who fostered me.”

  “The ones I know hurt you, I killed,” Steven said.

  “You’re not even going to lie about it.”

  “When it comes to you, I don’t want there to be lies. I was coming to you to beg your forgiveness, and to take me back.” This made her smile, and he saw her watery eyes. “I knew I should have said something, but I was so afraid that I’d spoil our moment. That morning, it was our moment, and I was a little resentful that Whizz decided to call you then.”

  “It really was a wonderful morning. I loved every second of it, being with you, loving you. This was where I’ve always wanted to be.”

  He watched as she locked her hands together, the slight tremor making him hate himself just that little bit more.

  “You will always have me, Sally. That will never change.”

  She nodded. “I didn’t want you to delve into my past because I didn’t want you to know the truth.”

  “What truth?”

  “That I don’t deserve you, or this. That I’m horrible, and rotten.” The tears that had just been in her eyes were now rushing down her cheeks as she began to cry. “After everything that was done to me, I didn’t want you to see that when you looked at me.”

  He couldn’t take her pain anymore. Closing the distance between them, he cupped her face, and pulled her so close that their bodies were flush together. Staring into her brown eyes, he smiled. His heart was breaking for her.

  “You think that it would matter to me.”

  “They did stuff, Steven.”

  “You are the strongest, bravest, kindest, most loving woman I know. There is nothing and no one who will ever make me feel different about you. Those bastards had it coming. I only wish I could have brought their heads on a silver platter for you, but I think that would have grossed you out.”

  She chuckled, and Steven smiled down at her.

  “I don’t think differently about you, Sally. I never could. I hated that I wasn’t there then. If I was, none of this shit would have happened. You’d have been safe, and loved, and taken care of. I’d have made sure of it, and you’d never have to be afraid again.”

  Sally covered her hands with his. “I had to come here today.”

  “Why?” he asked. His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was being torn apart, but it was all worth it. Just to feel her near him, it was all worth it.

  “I couldn’t go another moment without talking to you, without being with you. The past few weeks when we’d been together, sharing a bed, I missed you. Then I began to think what an awful bitch I’ve been because I just left. I threw stuff, shouted at you, hit you, and I just left. With Drew of all people, and I couldn’t go on another second without seeing you. Without asking your forgiveness for doing that to you. I’m a monster, Steven.”

  He slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her deeply. She didn’t push him away, and after he was finished, even though he really wasn’t anywhere near finished, he rested his head against hers.

  “You’re not a monster, Sally. Never think yourself a monster. I forgive you, but only if you forgive me. You had every right to be pissed at me, and I’m sorry for making you feel that way. It’s me that should be begging.”

  “I forgive you, Steven. I love you more than anything, and I don’t want to go another second without being with you.”

  He kissed her again, moving her back as he pressed her against the wall. Her hands glided across his chest, and shoved the jacket he was wearing off his shoulders, so that it landed with a thump to the floor.

  “Wait, wait,” he said, reaching into his jacket. Sinking to the floor so that he was on one knee, he grasped the ring, and turned to her. “I wanted to ask you this before everything happened. We didn’t get around to having our moment, so I want to ask now. Sally, will you do me the honor of being my wife? I promise to never fuck up again.”

  “You were going to ask me to marry you?”

  “Yes. I’ve had this ring for some time. I wanted it to be the right moment. Having you here now, after everything, I know this is the right moment. I don’t have any flashy words, or anything. Just know that I will love you for the rest of our life. I want us to have babies, and to have a family, and if I survive Whizz’s beating, then I will make you happy, Sally.”

  “Yes, Steven, yes, with all my heart.”

  He slid the ring on her finger, and it was a perfect fit. He didn’t expect anything else. Getting up, he sank his fingers into her hair, and tilted her head back. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  She cupped his face and pulled him down, kissing him back with an equal passion that he felt for her.

  Sally began to move them back, taking them toward the bedroom.

  “I’m happy to wait,” Steven said, even as his dick was so damn hard it was threatening to split his jeans.

  “You are?” Sally asked with a frown.

  “I want to prove to you that I’m a good man.”

  “A good man who kills people?”

  “Yeah, but with you, I don’t want to pressure you.”

  The stepped into his room, and as he sat down on the edge of the bed, he watched in amazement as Sally grabbed her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She tossed the shirt to the floor, revealing the lacy white bra. Next, she removed her jeans, taking care as she pushed them down her prosthetic, and then onto the floor.

  He didn’t give a fuck about her prosthetic. It was all part of her, and he loved the woman, not just one little piece of her.

  She had gotten through something awful, and then at a young age, she had fought so hard to be strong.

  Every single day his love for her grew just that little bit deeper.

  He would never give her up, or let her go. His love for her would be with him for the rest of her life.

  It was thinking about Sally that had made him agree to Michael’s deal. He didn’t want her to be scared every time he went on runs, or run the risk of jail time.

  The club was heading into a completely different direction than when he’d joined it, and as far as he was concerned, it was the right one.

  When he saw her standing in her lacy white bra and panties, his cock pulsed, sending a spill of pre-cum into his boxer briefs. Sitting on the bed had to be the most uncomfortable he’d ever been.

  “Would you like me to leave?” she asked, reaching behind her back, and flicking the catch of her bra.

  “Don’t you fucking dare.” His voice was thick even to his own ears. She looked good enough to eat, and he was go
ing to sink his teeth into her curves. There was no doubt about it. He licked his lips, wanting a taste of her.

  When he stood up, she reached out, placing a hand on his stomach. “You’ve got to promise me to never treat me like a fragile doll. I won’t break. I’m strong, and I want to be with you.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good because there are going to be times that I’m going to want you to make love to me, and others when I’m going to want you to fuck me.” Her cheeks were already a flaming red. “And when I’m in your arms, I don’t want you to think I’m going to shatter. I’m stronger than that.”

  “I believe you.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her against him. “So I’m going to prove it to you. Today I’m going to fuck you, and then we’re going to go and see Whizz, and I’m going to convince him not to kill me, and ask his permission to marry you.”

  Sally laughed. “Why ask his permission? I already said yes.”

  “It’s the polite thing to do. He’s my brother, and I have no intention of pissing him off.” Running his fingers up her back, then down, he squeezed her ass, before moving her forward. Putting her on the bed so that she was on her knees on the very edge, he leaned forward, kissing her ear. “You want me to fuck you. To take you so fucking hard that I’m the only one you’re thinking about?”

  “Yes, please, Steven.”

  Sliding a hand between her thighs, he found her lacy panties soaking wet. “Don’t worry, baby. I can take care of you.”

  ****

  The feel of Steven’s hands on her pussy made Sally moan. It was everything she had been wanting, and more. The past couple of days, since talking with Lola, had made her realize that she had screwed up. She didn’t want to lose Steven. Being away from him had been more painful than she ever imagined.

  He held her love, her heart, her soul, and her body.

  Every single part of her belonged to him. She also knew that as she was traveling over here, she didn’t want him to be afraid of taking her. Sally wanted everything with him. The demons of her past were behind her, where they needed to be.

  All that remained was the two of them.

  Steven tugged on her panties, tearing them off her body. His hand covered her pussy, making her gasp as he slid a finger deep inside her.

  “This body is mine, Sally. It will always be mine, and no one will ever take you away from me.” He added a second finger, followed by a third, filling her pussy.

  It felt so good. She pressed back against him as those fingers moved from her pussy, to stroke her clit. Closing her eyes, she gripped the sheet beneath her, already feeling close to her orgasm.

  His touch did this to her. One of his hands moved to her hips, gliding up her back, and going to cup one of her tits.

  “You feel amazing,” he said. His teeth grazed the base of her back, biting, nibbling, making her yearn for more.

  “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” she said.

  “I know, baby, and I fucking love it. I want you to come on my fingers, and then I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’re going to come all over my cock.” He pushed two fingers inside her, and began to stroke her clit with his thumb.

  Much to her shame, she came within seconds of him stroking her clit. Her arousal was so heightened that all it had needed was his expert touch.

  “Holy fuck, Sally. That was so fucking sexy.”

  She glanced over her shoulder in time to see him licking his fingers, moaning as he did.

  “Stay on your knees.” He moved so that he was in line with her sight, and she watched him remove the last of his clothing, grab a condom, and roll it over his large dick.

  She wanted this. She wanted it to be hard, to be dirty, and to know that at the end of it, she would still belong to him.

  He moved behind her, and she gasped as his cock began to thrust inside her, making her ache in all the right, delicious ways. When a couple of inches of his cock was seated, he grabbed her hips, and thrust forward, filling her to the hilt. She cried out and heard his answering groan.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

  There was something so dirty, and yet so tantalizing about having him behind her, holding her as he began to rock his cock inside her. She was already wet, and with each thrust she was getting more so.

  He surprised her still as his thrusts increased, and then he began to fuck her, and to take her harder than she had ever been taken before. She struggled to focus, and didn’t really care about anything else other than the feel of his cock.

  When he asked her to touch herself, she gave in, stroking her own clit. The pleasure, everything sent her over the edge, and he slapped her ass, making her yelp.

  “You belong to me, Sally. Only me, and I’m going to fuck you, make love to you, and make you mine every single chance I get.”

  “Yes. I love you, Steven.” She screamed his name as he didn’t hold back for a second. He fucked her hard, claiming her, and she loved it.

  The moment he came, his fingers held her tightly. She would have bruises from this loving, but she didn’t care. His cock pulsed inside her, and when they collapsed onto the bed, with his cock still deep inside her, she had a smile on her lips. The ring on her finger twinkled, and that made her even happier. She was tired of being sad, of wanting something she never thought she could have.

  “If you give me a moment, I’ll make love to you, and then you won’t be mad at me.”

  This made her giggle. “I’m not mad at you. That was amazing.”

  “Really? You didn’t think I came too quickly?”

  “Well, you did, but that’s okay. We’ve got the rest of our lives to make it perfect.” She turned a little, and Steven leaned over her. “Love you.”

  “I was coming to see you, and when I saw you there, for a second I didn’t think I was seeing properly.”

  “You thought you’d gone blind?”

  “No. I thought I was dreaming.” He stroked the underside of her breast, and Sally snuggled against him.

  “You’re not dreaming. I’m very much here.”

  He kissed her neck. “And I’m not going anywhere, babe.”

  She licked her lips, and stroked his hands. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”

  “Have you taken him away?” She was referring to the sheriff.

  “Not yet.”

  “Will you be … will the club be handling … him?”

  “We struck a deal with a guy named Michael Granito. He wants the sheriff, and the club is going to help him create a safe house for men, women, and children who need it.” He kissed her cheek. “It’s a new direction for the club, but it’s going to be one that benefits all of us.”

  “I won’t have to worry about you being taken away anytime soon?” she asked.

  “With the deal we struck, Sally, no one is going away again.”

  She smiled. “I like that. I like that a hell of a lot.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Whizz said.

  Sally squeezed his hand, and Steven wondered when the killing blow was going to come. They were standing in the clubhouse, and the entire club was staring at him. Lash was sitting back, an eyebrow raised. Killer, Adam, and Baker were smirking. Some of them looked surprised, but many of the brothers were also trying to hide laughter.

  Whizz, however, looked a little pissed.

  Before coming to the clubhouse, they had stopped by Sally’s home. Lacey had been there with a couple of the club women, and they were excited about his proposal to Sally. Lacey had then warned him that she wouldn’t do anything until she was sure there was a groom for her bride.

  “What’s to kid?” Sally asked.

  Whizz looked at her, and then at him. “What did you do?”

  “I fell in love with her.”

  “This is bullshit. I can’t believe this is fucking happening. I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

  “Th
is isn’t bullshit!” Sally released him, and took a step forward. “I know I’m not a club brother, or a member. I’m your daughter, and I am telling you right now that I love Steven. Why don’t you act this way with Drew?”

  Whizz paused. “I knew you didn’t feel anything for him. I just want to protect you.”

  “I don’t love Drew. I love Steven. I will always love him.”

  “He’s the one that brought the information forward, Sally. You know, the shit that had you running.”

  “I know,” she said. “I was with him that morning you called me. He’s my friend that I’ve been staying with.”

  Okay, he was so dead.

  “You went behind my fucking back.”

  “I asked him to,” Sally said. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, and I wasn’t ready to tell you. I love him. I always have, and I didn’t act on it because I was young. This hasn’t been going on for years, Dad. This is only for a couple of months.” She reached out, taking Whizz’s hands. “You once said to me that the only thing you ever want me to have is to know what true love feels like, right? True love, and being part of something that’s bigger? To have a family that I can love for the rest of my life.”

  “You are loved, Sally.”

  “I know. I love you so much, and Mom, Daisy, and that kid she showed me a picture of. You’re great parents. The best I could have ever hoped for. I did hope for you. I hoped for a mom who’d love me no matter what, and a dad who would fight for me when everyone told him not to.” She threw her arms around Whizz, and Steven felt a lump form in his throat.

  When Sally had first come to live with Whizz and Lacey, she had been a dark soul. A wounded girl who had struggled to trust the club. That same club was now her family, and they all loved her more and more each day. She was part of them. She’d bled for them, lost a part of herself, and her loyalty, like his, was to the club.

  “Like all good parents, you need to know when to let me go. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay here in Fort Wills. Obviously, if you threaten Steven, we’re going on the run, and we’ll get a head start.” This had a couple of the club laughing. “Please, Dad, I love him.”

  Whizz’s jaw clenched. “All I wanted was the best for you.”