Rory

by Jordan Marie

  “Yeah, poor thing is about dead,” she mutters, her hand moving up to squeeze my cock.

  I just came so hard that my balls are still aching, but with just that touch my dick throbs in her hand. Rory is magic… either that or a fucking drug I can’t get enough of.

  “What’s my name?” I mutter, needing to hear her say it again.

  “Fucking asshole?” she questions.

  “Woman—”

  “Didn’t you just have me moaning your name? You, big dummy,” she sighs.

  “Then, why did you call me Diesel in there.”

  “Because Connie the Cunt—who by the way is out of here like yesterday’s trash—doesn’t get that. She doesn’t even get to hear your name muttered. As near as I can tell, I’m the only one that calls you that, and she doesn’t get it. If she did, I’d have to kill her and I don’t look good in prison orange.”

  “You’re sounding very territorial right now,” I whisper with a grin, kissing the underside of her neck.

  “Oh please. Like you could talk. I’ve seen how you’ve been treating Gunner, that needs to stop.”

  “When he stops flirting with you, it might,” I respond with a shrug.

  “He doesn’t flirt with me,” she counters, but her voice changes.

  “Tell me that again, when you actually believe it and we’ll talk, Gorgeous.”

  “Okay then, he doesn’t flirt with me that much. And it doesn’t matter either way. It would never be something I’d act on. I’m not that kind of person.”

  “What kind of person?” I ask.

  “The kind that would talk and flirt with a man who is family to the man I am sleeping with.”

  “We’re doing a lot more than sleeping together, Rory. I just made you my old lady.”

  “What’s up with that? I got to tell you, Noah, women—including me—don’t like to be called old, and I’m not even that old,” she huffs.

  I laugh, shifting us in the bed so that she’s lying on the pillow instead of me. Then, I get up, walking to the dresser.

  “I really need to get you into some biker chick classes. Telling everyone that you’re my old lady is saying I claim you as mine—which they all knew, but this makes it official,” I tell her, grabbing a pair of gym shorts out of the drawer and putting them on.

  “Claiming me?” she asks, scooting up on the bed.

  “Claiming, in our life it’s as good as a marriage is in your world. You’re mine. You’re on the back of my bike and no one fucks with you.”

  “So, we’re married, and I didn’t even get a ring?” she laughs, and I doubt she’s taking any of this seriously, but eventually she’ll get it. She’s completely mine now.

  “You’ll get a cut like mine. I’ll get that fixed up this week.”

  “A cut?”

  “Like my leather vest, people call it a cut or a cut-off. It has my club name, our creed and symbol, along with my position in the club. You’ve seen me wear it since we’ve gotten back.”

  “What will mine say as my position? President’s cock worshiper?” she quips—definitely not understanding my world completely yet, but she will.

  “If you want, I can have that patch put on.” I smirk, thinking I do kind of like that idea. “But yours will simply bear the club emblem and say property of Diesel on it.”

  “Property? No fucking way.”

  “It’s not derogatory, Gorgeous,” I tell her bringing one of my shirts over and sitting on the side of the bed where she is. “In my world, what a man has boils down to family and property that is important to him. In the club there’s nothing more important than your ride, your brothers and whoever you put on the back of your bike. Our life is simple and our rules are simple. You protect those things above all else. Those things are precious. My brothers, my way of life that’s worth protecting, but you and Ryan? You are deemed property to the outside world, but you are my life, Rory. Don’t get anything twisted up in the labels. You two are everything,” I tell her kissing her lips gently. Then I start putting my shirt over her head. She helps put her arms in and then I’m helping her pull it down her body.

  “If I’m everything, why are you covering me up then?” she mutters, but her voice is thick now. She gets it—or at least most of what I was trying to tell her. That’s enough for now.

  “Because knowing how much my son loves you and his habits, he’ll be in here in another thirty minutes or so and I’d rather not have to give him a lesson on the birds and the bees quite yet,” I tell her grinning, then make my way back to my side of the bed, holding her close once again.

  “You’re staying tonight?”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “No. I’ve missed you, Noah. I kind of thought after the other night that… Well…”

  “I wanted to, but I didn’t want to push you too much. I wanted to give you time. I’ve hurt you a lot, Rory. I know that. I have way too much to make up to you. The last thing I want to do is to damage the progress I’m making—or at least trying to make.”

  “Dani said something tonight that I keep playing in my head,” she whispers as I reach over and turn the lamp off and then snuggle my woman deeper into me.

  “What’s that?”

  “She said that once darkness touches you that you see and react to situations differently than others. That you can’t make your brain do anything else really.”

  “She told you her story?”

  “Every bit of it, while downing a lot of Jack.”

  “She trusts you, Gorgeous. I don’t think she’s given that story to another soul. You should feel special to have gotten that from her.”

  “I do. I admire her. She’s been through so much, much more than I. I don’t know how she’s still standing.”

  “Crusher and her saw each other through it. It was a dark time, but together they came out strong—probably stronger than any other couple I know to be honest.”

  “I can see that,” she says, her fingers moving in random patterns over my stomach.

  “You have something on your mind,” I tell her, understanding that she needs to say something but is having a hard time verbalizing it.

  “I saw things from my darkness, Noah, but I couldn’t see that you had your own kind of darkness you were dealing with and that it colored the way you reacted with me. I can see it now, at least much better than I did before,” she whispers and my heart fucking flips in my chest and my breath feels like it stops for a minute.

  “Christ,” I mutter when I can finally get the word out.

  “What?” she asks, startled.

  “I love you, Rory. I love you so fucking much,” I growl taking her mouth hard and harsh, my tongue diving into her mouth and claiming all of her I can. It’s a kiss that’s steeped in emotion that I can’t find the words to truly express and Rory is right there with me.

  When we break apart, Rory lays her head against mine, and she wraps her hand in mine, fingers intertwining.

  “Noah?”

  “Yeah, Gorgeous?”

  “I…” She stops talking as the door opens and Ryan comes in rubbing his eyes. I reach over and turn the light back on.

  “Rory, can I sleep with… Daddy?”

  “Hey, Bub.” I grin. I love my boy, but right now I’m wishing he’d waited at least ten more minutes before making an appearance…. Maybe twenty.

  “You guys having a sleepover?” he mumbles, tiredly. He walks over and Rory bends down helping him up on the bed. He crawls over her and gets in the middle of both of us.

  “Something like that,” I say, grinning as I look over at Rory. She’s actually blushing yet again.

  So fucking cute.

  Ryan burrows under the covers between us and immediately turns on his side. Rory follows suit and her arm wraps around Ryan and just like that they’re in the position that I find them in every morning. It feels good to be here with them for a change. I turn on my side, knowing I can’t lie like that long, the position gets to my hip—but still, for a lit
tle bit I want to just look at the two most important people in my life. I’m getting better every day, but I definitely have limitations and right now I hate them even more. I brush Ryan’s hair away from his face and link my hand with Rory’s and we hold my son together.

  “Are we watching a movie?” Ryan asks, his voice already full of sleep and his eyes closing.

  “Not tonight, buddy. Tonight, we’re just going to sleep,” I tell him.

  “Okay, Daddy,” he whispers. “Love you.”

  “Love you too, Bub.”

  “Love you, Rory,” he adds, his voice so full of sleep that it comes out ‘war-wee’.

  “Love you, Baby,” Rory whispers back, kissing the top of my boy’s head with a smile so tender my heart aches.

  This is it. My dream that has come to life. The things I’ve wanted for longer than I can remember are all right here and they’re mine.

  I reach over and turn off the lamp so my family can sleep. And maybe so they don’t see the tears of happiness sliding from my eyes.

  Some secrets a man needs to keep.

  45

  Rory

  “Diesel, man. Open up. We’ve got problems.”

  I jerk up in bed as the pounding on the door starts. I hear Devil’s voice outside and he doesn’t sound happy. I look over at Ryan and he’s just starting to wake up. My gaze shifts to Noah and he’s awake, but he doesn’t look happy about it. It’s still barely light outside, so I know it has to be early. Noah gets out of bed and I watch as he limps toward the door. I immediately feel guilt. He picked me up again and he hides it as much as he can, but I know he still has issues.

  “Damn it, Devil, you’re waking up my family. What’s going on?”

  His family.

  I probably shouldn’t let those words affect me as much as they do. But, they slither deep inside of me and warm me all the way through.

  “Man, I’ve got a problem. It involves that fucker Wolf. I need the club behind it. Torrent’s a fucking mess, it can’t wait,” Devil says.

  Ryan pushes into me. His body is trembling and my arm goes around him on instinct—holding him to me.

  “Call church. I’ll be there in five,” Noah growls, closing the door. He turns back around to look at us and I can only imagine what he sees. I know that Ryan is panicking and I’m right there with him.

  “Noah—”

  “I don’t know what’s going on, Gorgeous. Until I do, I need you to keep Ryan with you.”

  “But what if—”

  Noah walks over to me, curves his hand against the side of my neck and angles my head toward him.

  “Whatever it is, you don’t worry. I’ve got this and my club has this too. You don’t need to worry now, Gorgeous. You’re not alone.”

  “But Wolf is—”

  “I know exactly who he is. I haven’t asked you a lot about your time with King, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know most of what happened and the rest I can piece together. I’m telling you, Rory, that there was a time you had to worry, but now, worry is the last thing you need to do about any of this,” he whispers, his voice firm. He leans down and gives me a quick kiss. “That goes double for you too, Bub,” he tells Ryan, ruffling his hair and kissing the top of his head. “I’ll get this done and meet you in the kitchen for breakfast,” he calls over his shoulder. I watch as he walks away, licking my suddenly dry lips and trying to calm my heart, which is beating hard against my chest.

  “Daddy knows what happened to… us?” Ryan asks softly, his voice trembling.

  “Apparently,” I tell him, my mind way too distracted to concentrate on Ryan’s fear completely. “What do you say we get dressed and go find food?” I ask him, forcing my voice to be cheerful.

  “Okay, Rory,” he says his voice as subdued as mine. He’s obviously wondering what’s going on too.

  Hopefully it’s not as bad as my brain is imagining.

  46

  Devil

  I rap my pen over and over against the table. It feels like it’s taking for-fucking-ever for the men to file in. I know it hasn’t, but right now it feels like it. I don’t have control here and that’s a feeling that reminds me too easily of the past—a past I’m doing my damnedest to put behind me.

  Finally, Gunner, Fury, and a few of the other brothers file in. I rub the back of my neck, trying to work the soreness out. I still have issues with my muscles, then again most can’t believe I’m still breathing. I had a reason to live, though.

  Torrent.

  Damn I love that woman. She makes life sweet—even with that fucker Wolf still out there. I’m going to enjoy choking the life out of that motherfucker.

  “What’s going on, Devil?” Fury asks, coming in and sitting behind me.

  “It’s a lot. I want to wait until everyone—”

  I stop as Torrent comes in, her hand under her stomach.

  “Angel, what in the hell? You’re supposed to be lying down.”

  She huffs at me, blowing her bangs up from her eyes.

  “If you had your way I wouldn’t be doing anything but lying in bed and eating, Logan,” she growls.

  “You’ve been having contractions woman. You need to be resting.”

  “I’ve been having contractions for a damn month. This baby is determined to drive me crazy, just like his daddy. Besides this is my family you’re discussing and I should be the one to explain it.”

  “If you give birth to my boy while doing this bullshit, as soon as you’re able I’m going to tan your ass,” I growl, knowing that once Torrent gets something in her head, she’s not about to let it go.

  “Bring it on, just keep your dick away from me. I’m swearing off of them after this. Your baby has been tap dancing on my bladder for too damn long.”

  “I’ll make you regret those words too,” I grumble over the rest of the men laughing.

  “Alright, lets come to order. What the fuck is going on? My woman and Ryan both freaked out at the mention of Wolf’s name and I need to get back to them. Torrent what are you doing here?” Diesel asks.

  Standard rule has always been that women aren’t allowed in church, but I wasn’t about to be the one to explain that to Torrent. It’s not like she doesn’t know. She grew up in the club life, but if Diesel wants her out, he’ll be the one to tell her. Despite my Angel’s claim to the contrary, there’s no way she’s swearing off my dick unless I piss her off—and I’m not about to do that—at least not for this shit.

  “I want to be the one to tell you what’s going on and ask for your help. I don’t want you doing it because a brother asked for it. I know I come with Devil now, but my past… it doesn’t.”

  Diesel frowns almost as much as I do—probably because he doesn’t buy that fucking shit either. Once you’re property of the Savage crew, that’s it—past, present, future. We don’t leave our family hanging in the fucking breeze. It’s clear Torrent’s father, Dodger, ran a shitty club. He had to, or he never would have trusted that fucker Wolf in the first place.

  “Fine. Let me have it,” Diesel orders, and despite Torrent trying to push me away, I make her sit in my lap. The last thing I need her to do is to have our baby while standing and drop the little guy on his head. She’s so ready to pop, that’s a real possibility.

  “Before I went into the cellar…” Her voice trembles a little, as she reaches back, grabs my hand and holds onto it tightly. “Before I found where Wolf was holding Logan, I retrieved a letter my father had written. I never really got around to reading it. I mean, Logan and I had been through so much. I just really felt like opening it would unleash more misery and I needed to heal. Then, I just wanted to concentrate on Logan getting better and our baby…”

  “I get it, Torrent,” Diesel says gently. “I take it you finally read the letter.”

  Torrent nods. “Yeah… last night. Although, I made Logan wait until this morning to bother you. There was really nothing you could do and there was just no point in—”

  “It’s okay,” Diesel
says again with a hint of a smile. I watch as he takes in the death grip Torrent has on my hand, and the way she’s trembling. My brother is smart. He’s picking up the signs of her panic and he’s doing his best to keep her calm. “What did the letter say?” he asks, and Torrent’s nails bite into my hand.

  “I have a sister.”

  “I don’t understand,” Diesel says, confused. “I thought there was just you,” Diesel answers, looking from Torrent to me. He’s understandably confused. If I had known about Torrent’s sister the club would have done everything they could and taken her in too.

  “We didn’t know about her. Torrent thought she was all that was left after her brother died, Diesel… until the letter.”

  “I’m still not following. How did you not know about your sister? You lived with your father, right?”

  “I did, but I didn’t know she existed. Apparently, my mother was seeing another man, by then my father knew the marriage was over, but he didn’t divorce her. He wanted to keep my brother and I close and if he had kicked her out, she would have taken us. Dad didn’t feel many courts would let an ex-con and member of a club keep custody of two little kids.”

  “Probably wouldn’t have,” Fury grunts.

  “So, the other man? He has your sister?”

  “No… at least, I don’t think so. My father said my mom had become afraid of this other man and he helped her to go away and have the child. I remember Mom being gone, but she would disappear all the time anyway, so I didn’t think anything about it. I just remember her being different when she came back.”

  “Different how?”

  “Wilder… she drank a lot, she drank so much that… Dad wouldn’t let her be alone with me or my brother.”

  “What did she do with your sister? Any idea?” Gunner asks.

  “I didn’t even know she existed until I read the letter, but Dad said he tried to keep up with my sister, just in case I ever wanted to get to know her. He helped Mom place her in an orphanage.”

  “I only have my mother’s name and the name of the orphanage, Diesel. That’s it… but…”