by Jordan Marie
“I’ve been stabbed before,” he says, trying to act like it doesn’t bother him at all.
I go over and turn the propane heater on I have in the corner. I’ve taken the guard off of it, leaving the flame open. I stick the blade to it, heating it up as I grin at King, letting all of my hate boil through me and run free.
“I’m not stabbing you motherfucker. I’m going to cut a baby out of you.”
“You’re crazy! I can’t… You can’t!” he cries, and now I can see pure panic in him. I look down at the blade that now has a different tint on the silver blade. It’s hot… with any luck it will stem some of the bleeding so the asshole doesn’t die right away. Maybe he’ll just develop an infection and suffer for a while.
One can at least hope.
“Relax, fucker. I’ll probably get nothing but your guts. With any luck that will slow down the way you’re shitting your big fancy suit,” I growl, plunging the hot knife into his stomach. His screams are so loud my damn ears will probably ring for a month. I cut my way down. It’s a jagged line and I’m doing my best not to go too deep, though I realize I seem to be failing in that endeavor. “If you beg me nicely, I might even bandage you up so you don’t die too quickly,” I tell him once his screams die down.
He screams again as I move my knife deeper. It’s not making me feel a damn bit better, but his pain is helping to soothe a little of my anger.
I won’t let him die yet…. I can’t.
59
Rory
“You need to end this, Noah.”
“Rory—”
“Don’t hand me the familiar lines about needing to pay him back for the misery he’s caused. You’ve told me that for two weeks,” I argue with him.
It has been two weeks since he came back with King. I wouldn’t have known, but he was kind of forced to tell me once members of the club were free to leave, and my security detail wasn’t everywhere. I haven’t seen King, but Noah has been in my bed every night, so wherever he is—it’s not far. Noah hasn’t talked much about it, I think he’s afraid that because I’m not from his world, I wouldn’t understand, but I do. I don’t want King alive to hurt me or my family again. Maybe I was always meant to be in Noah’s world, because I’m fine with him killing King… I honestly just want it done.
“Gorgeous, you don’t understand. In my world you have to deliver retribution. If I don’t do that, I can’t lead my men. If I don’t do that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. That man took too damn much from—”
“You don’t understand, Noah. I don’t care what you do to King. What I’m worried about, Sweetheart, is you.”
“I’m fine,” he says, stubbornly.
“You aren’t. You’re anything but fine. You may be the one delivering out the torture, finding your justice, but—”
“Rory, I love you, but don’t try to tell me that I shouldn’t torture that miserable bastard,” Noah growls.
“I am not saying that. I would never say that.”
“Then, what are you saying?”
“That after two weeks, if you haven’t delivered your message by now you never will.”
“Rory—”
“Can’t you see, Noah? By keeping him alive, he’s breathing your air and that’s torturing you. You’re never going to get our child back, but if you don’t stop, put an end to this and come into the sun with me, we’ll never work on that family you want and Ryan needs brothers and sisters, Sweetheart.”
I watch as the confusion lifts from his face and slowly that light in his eyes comes back after two weeks of my man being lost in his head. I watch as his full, beautiful lips spread into a smile that makes every feminine part inside of me tingle.
“What are you saying, Gorgeous?” he asks, stepping into me and cupping the side of my face with his hand. His thumb lazily brushes against my cheek, pausing at my lips.
“I’m saying that had you been in bed earlier than two in the morning last night, you might have noticed that I threw away your million boxes of condoms.”
His eyebrow arches as he stares down at me.
“You threw them away?” His lips purse and he looks like he’s about to laugh. After the somberness of the last two weeks, it’s a really great look on him.
I move in closer, my hands resting loosely on his hips and I look up at him, from under my lashes.
“Threw them out, donated them to Gunner, same thing,” I mutter.
“Gunner?” he asks, a small trace of his jealousy bleeding through.
“He seems intent on screwing anything with boobs in an effort to prove to you that he’s not making a play for me,” I tell him with a smirk. “He’s really tired of spreading gravel on the parking lot, Noah. You should give the boy a break.”
Noah throws his head back and laughs and I feel like I just won the lottery. Finally, I’m seeing the man I love again. For the last two weeks he has been lost in memories and pain. It feels good to have my Noah once more.
“I’ll finish it tonight,” he mutters, after he finishes laughing.
“And Gunner?” I ask, biting my lip.
“I’ll handle that, too. Right after I finish King.”
“Before you do that, I want to say something to him.”
“Fuck, no. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”
“It’s my right. You need closure and so do I, Noah. Don’t keep me from getting that. Please?” I ask. Noah studies me for a minute.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, and I hide my grin as he takes my hand and leads me outside to his bike.
It doesn’t take ten minutes to get to our destination. I frown when I look at what appears to be an old city water substation that has been shut down. We don’t talk as we slide off his bike and he takes my hand walking me to the door. As we get closer, I see Rebel standing guard at the door. I see the surprise on his face when he sees me, but I just smile at him.
“You don’t have to do this, Rory. I can deliver any message you want, Gorgeous. I don’t like him even seeing you again.”
“I need to,” I tell him simply. I’m nervous, but that’s it. From the moment that Noah asked me to trust him, since the moment we had everything out, the fear that has been my constant companion most all of my life… is gone. It hasn’t come back and I know now it never will. Noah is by my side and he won’t leave me, but even if he wasn’t, I’ve come to realize that I’m stronger than I ever realized. I can take anything anyone throws at me and still walk with my head held high.
We walk inside the dimly lit building, my nose scrunches at the smell. King might not be dead yet, but judging from the smell, he’s not far from it. Once we walk down a small hall I see King. He’s hanging from the ceiling from a makeshift pulley. There’s a giant tub of water below him and a portable battery charger and cables nearby. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they are being used for.
King doesn’t acknowledge me as I walk in. I’m not sure he can. His head is hanging at an odd angle. He’s covered in blood, there’s a gaping wound in his stomach. I can’t really see it, because for some reason it has been bandaged up, but blood has seeped through the filthy bandages. His face is beaten and bloody and his hands and fingers are at odd angles—indicating they are broken. Their color is also more than a little black. It appears my man has really been taking out his anger. I guess I should hate it, but I find that… I feel nothing. Maybe I do have some of my father’s blood running through my veins after all.
“Can you move the water out of the way and lower him to the ground?” I ask Noah and Rebel. I thought they might question me, but they don’t, they just do as I ask.
King falls to the floor with a dull thud, barely making a noise as he falls. I squat down so that I’m eye level with him and I look for traces of the boy that I used to love. I don’t see him, but then I didn’t think I would. The boy I used to adore died way too long ago to be resurrected. Still, it’s that name I use.
“I loved you once, Timmy. You could have had a
good life. You could have had a beautiful life,” I tell him sadly. It is sad, horrifically sad that he will never get the chance to know what love truly is, to hear the laughter of his own children, or to become the doting beloved uncle to his nieces and nephews. We only get one life and his choices destroyed his. He lost his chance. “Instead, you will die alone. Noah and I will live a life full of love and our children will follow in that path long after we’re gone. You wanted to be revered and always remembered. Noah and I will through our children and their children. No one will ever remember you. After today, I’ll never think of you again. No one will.”
“Bi…tch” he breathes the words in a painful gasp that sounds more like a rattle of death coming from his chest. He heard me. That’s enough.
“Goodbye, Timmy,” I tell him, rising and turning away from him. I walk straight to Noah, and let his arms enfold me. Noah is my future. The past—and all of the monsters I had to face—they’re not even a memory now.
It’s over.
“Wait for me outside, Gorgeous. Go with Rebel,” Noah says and I nod my acceptance. Rebel walks me out to Noah’s bike. It takes about ten minutes and Noah comes out. His face is grim, but when he smiles at me, I know that he’s in the same place I’m at now.
Together, we’re ready for the future.
It might not be the life and world others would want or understand, but we do… and to us at least… it’s perfect.
He puts his hand in mine, squeezes it and I squeeze back—vowing to always hold onto Noah, no matter what storms we face.
60
Diesel
I close my eyes letting the hot water pour over me. It’s over. It’s really fucking over. I’ve been dealing with the fear of having Ryan taken away from me for so damn long that this feels a little surreal.
Finally, I can start working on creating the life I’ve always wanted and being with the woman I love. I jerk, turning around as the shower door opens. My fucking heart feels like someone is squeezing the hell out of it, when I see Rory standing there in a pink, satin robe, that falls about mid-thigh. If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never get over how fucking beautiful she is.
“Feel like some company?” she asks, softly, undoing the belt on her robe.
“Don’t have any condoms on me, Gorgeous,” I tell her, knowing what she said earlier, but still giving her the choice. I want children with her. I want the world with her, but if all I ever get out of life is Rory and Ryan then I’ll still die a fucking happy man.
“Good,” she whispers, pulling the robe off of her shoulders and letting it slide to the floor, pooling at her feet.
“Christ,” I mumble, my cock standing at attention instantly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Rory,” I growl.
“So are you,” she whispers, stepping into the shower.
“Men aren’t beautiful, Gorgeous,” I instruct, a smile on my face as I turn her so her back is against my front. I back up slowly, pulling her so that the hot water begins running over her body. I reach up to grab the shower gel she loves, squeezing some out and putting it into my hand. Instantly the smell of vanilla and sweet sugar fills the air.
“What are you doing?” she asks, trying to look over her shoulder.
“Right now?” I laugh at my question, not needing to ask it, but enjoying this—all of this way too much. I step into her, my hard cock brushing against the top of her ass and lower back. Her body trembles and fuck if I don’t like knowing she wants me as much as I want her. “Right now, I’m giving my woman a shower,” I whisper, leaning down to talk into her ear. “After that I’m giving my cock to my woman and fucking her raw.”
“Jesus,” she whispers, her voice quivering with desire.
“Hold your hands up for me, Gorgeous,” I instruct, and when she does, I bring my arms around each side of her and rub down her sides to her hips, letting the soap slicken my path and lather against the beating water. I move to her stomach, loving the little mew of sound she makes as I tease her slowly, making my careful path to her tits. I massage them in my hands, loving the way that Rory leans back into me when I pull on her nipples. Her hands come down to move over mine, not to stop me, but just to hold on.
I like that too.
“You’re killing me, Noah,” she whimpers as I continue torturing her nipples, before finally moving to her back again. Her legs tremble, she doesn’t try to hide how much she wants what I’m giving her, and I fucking love that. I turn us, so she’s facing the tiled wall.
“Hold on to the wall, Gorgeous. Put your hands on it and hold on,” I murmur, nipping along the outside shell of her ear. Once she’s in position, I grab the bottle of her gel again and hold it over her back, carefully letting it drizzle down. The minute it touches her back, her body jerks and she moans. I just stand there, raging cock, water beating down on me and watch as a creamy white line slides down her back and down to her ass cheeks.
Not now, because this is the first time I get to fuck my woman without a glove, but soon, I’m going to jerk off on her, and watch my cum slide down her body like that…
“Noah,” she breathes.
“I fucking love it when you say my name, Rory,” I growl, putting the bottle down and letting two of my fingers, move down the path. “I fucking love it when you moan,” I tell her, just as my fingers slide against her ass cheek, and then dip down into the valley I’ve teased before, but never fucked. That’s coming too, but Rory’s body is like a fucking amusement park and I’m a giant fucking kid who wants to enjoy it all. I figure maybe by the time I’m ninety I might have explored it all and be ready to start again.
“You’re torturing me.”
“But, it feels good, doesn’t it, Sweetheart?” I ask her, my fingers pushing against the entrance of her ass.
“No…ah….”
My fingers slide into her ass to the knuckle, the tight ring of muscles squeezing, bending, fighting and finally accepting the invasion. I fuck her like this with my hand. In and out, curling the tips of my fingers on entry, in and out, scissoring them and stretching her. Rory’s breathing goes erratic, her body presses in harder against the wall, she moves, sliding her breasts and taut nipples across the cool ceramic tile.
My cock is so fucking hard, it’s dripping cum. I want to torture her longer, but sweet Jesus, I need this woman more than air. I reach behind me grabbing the gel yet again, soaping my hands. I’m definitely going to have to buy her some more of this—maybe a giant economy size, because I’m thinking of making a shower part of our nightly routine.
My hands lathered, I grab her hips. She’s already moving back and forth, bucking into the wall, using her legs and her own muscles to put pressure on her clit. She’s more than ready—thank God.
I turn her, her face comes up to look at me, her hair dark and wet, beads of water trailing down her face, her tongue licking against her lip as she pants with hunger.
Fucking gorgeous.
I call her that all the time, but I don’t think she gets it. If she could see herself like I do, she would.
“Are you ready for me, Rory?”
“God, yes, Noah. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begs.
I lift her up and immediately her legs wrap around me.
“Guide me inside of you, Gorgeous. Bring me home,” I growl, biting on her neck, taking her weight as I brace my hand against the wall.
Her hand reaches down between us and wraps around my throbbing shaft. It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced. She clasps me firmly, clenching me and my head goes back from the pleasure.
“Noah,” she whispers, and I force myself to look down at the woman who owns me inside and out.
“What, baby?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“I wanted to see your beautiful eyes,” she says. The words simple, bold and truthful and they wrap around me as firmly as her hand on my cock.
Owns me inside and out.
She guides me to her pussy, my head pushing against her entrance, our eyes locked on one a
nother as I push inside, so fucking slow that it is almost as if time ends. I feel her tight cunt fluttering against my cock, as I sink in deeper and deeper.
“Noah… Oh God, baby. You feel so good,” she murmurs, once I get as deep as I can, sunk up to my balls, and grinding against her swollen clit.
“Hold onto me, Gorgeous,” I tell her as I start fucking her. I take her hard, but not fast, some things you can’t rush. Sometimes, you have to savor, to appreciate the miracle you were given and that’s what Rory is.
A fucking miracle.
I fuck her over and over, her body taking me and begging for more—all at the same time. I take her mouth with mine, kissing her, my tongue invading her, waging a war—a war we both will win. I tunnel in and out of her tight cunt, steady, hard…relentless.
I can feel my cum gathering, the familiar zing of heat sliding down my spine. I release her mouth, to bite my way up her neck, finding her ear.
“Move your hand down and tease that clit for me, Rory. Make yourself go off while I’m fucking you. Give me that sweet pussy,” I growl.
She does that immediately, and she goes off like a fucking rocket. Her pussy clamps down against my cock, milking me. I give it to her, shooting stream after stream of my cum deep inside of her, painting her womb.
“Noah!” she cries, her body convulsing around me as she comes so hard I can feel it against my shaft.
“That’s it, Gorgeous. Fuck, yeah,” I growl, emptying myself in her. I’m so far gone I know I’m not making sense, but I don’t give a damn. My balls are sore—it was that fucking good, and even after coming as hard as I did, her pussy is still trembling with her orgasm.
“Give me more, Noah,” she says, her voice soft and lyrical against my ear, sounding like a siren’s song. “Give me more. Give me your child,” she whispers. “Make me pregnant.”
I wouldn’t have thought it possible. Fuck if I knew it could happen, but those words make my cock swell inside of her and my body gives her more, filling and overfilling her as I come again.