Rook's Control

by Rook's Control [Evernight] (mobi)

  The air whooshed out of her when she glanced down at his exposed chest. He was so hard, so defined and muscular. He had tattoos that lined his whole body, chest and arms so outlined with power that her pussy clenched.

  Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into her, so fast and fierce it nearly took her breath away. When their gazes locked, she thought she saw a moment of hesitation reflected in the dark depths of his eyes, and she knew he was probably afraid of proceeding. But when she moaned as she continued rub her breasts she saw his arousal rise to the forefront.

  “Be just as naked as I am, Rook.”

  He groaned again, but took a step back and quickly got out of his pants.

  She let her gaze travel down to his huge erection, and swallowed. Yeah, it had been so long since she’d had him between her thighs.

  If the look on his face hadn’t kept her rooted to the spot, she would have pulled him closer and taken control. But the sub in her wanted to obey.

  He was a hardcore biker, a man that had never been about soft words and sweet sentiments. But since the attack on her something in him had changed. She’s seen it as clearly as if she’d looked at herself in the mirror. He was afraid of losing her, she knew that.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Bobbie. I want to make sure you aren’t hurt, that I don’t hurt you. That’s the last thing I want.”

  “I won’t break,” she whispered this time. “Just be with me, touch me, and show me that you still want me.”

  “I’ll always want you.” He moved an inch closer so his cock was pressed right against her belly. In one swift move he pushed the items on the table off. The plates, cups, dishes of food all scattered to the floor. She gasped, looked at the mess, and felt this desire, this lust slam into her. God, that was hot.

  “Get on the table for me, baby, and spread those pretty thick thighs for me.”

  She immediately did as he asked, her pussy creaming, so damn wet she was uncomfortable. What Bobbie needed was his thick cock in her.

  He looked between her thighs when she was lying on her back, her legs spread. His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in her to breathe as he watched her with his eyes at half-mast.

  “Tonight is for you. Only you.”

  She knew what he was saying, but she wanted his dick, wanted him. “But you’re so hard,” she breathed out and looked at his straining cock. He treated her by grabbing his shaft and stroking himself for several long seconds.

  “Tonight is about you, baby.”

  For a moment he didn’t say anything, and then he groaned deeply, gave his cock a squeeze, and took a step toward her. He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again she saw all the heat that had been built up these last few weeks.

  “Spread your legs wider, Bobbie. Let me see your soaking cunt, let me see what I’ve been missing.”

  His coarse language sent her reeling, had her desire skyrocketing, and she didn’t even hesitate. The commands did something to her insides, made the submissive side of her want to give him everything. She felt weak with need, with tension and desire, and all Bobbie wanted was for them to have some kind of physical contact that had her releasing.

  Her heart thundered hard, and she spread her legs wider, doing exactly what he wanted, showing him how wet she was. This really was what she desired, to have this man, this biker that treated her like a queen, to dominate her. He was powerful, strong, and took no shit from anyone.

  Their pasts would not dictate who they were, and how happy they could be.

  He’d saved her life, and although their road may be bumpy along the way, this was who she wanted to spend her life with. Maybe she’d always have nightmares of what had happened to her. Maybe she’d always remember the pain, the fear of being in that warehouse and not knowing if she’d live or die. She certainly thought about it a lot in the beginning. But in the end her man made her stronger. She didn’t care if that wasn’t politically correct, didn’t care if the feminists of the world screamed foul. Bobbie could be strong on her own, and in her own right, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit being with Rook gave her that extra shove. She felt like she could take down mountains when she was with him, and she knew that he felt the same with her. He’d told her enough times.

  He placed his hands on her thighs, smoothed them close to her pussy, and she reached out, grabbing the edge of the table. When he bent at the knees, his warm breath wafting over her cunt, she knew she wouldn’t last one minute with his mouth on her, and that was okay.

  “I love you,” he said right before he latched his mouth onto her pussy and started sucking and licking at her.

  And God, did she love him, but as it was she couldn’t even make out the words for how good it felt. And just like she knew, her orgasm rushed forward and stole her very breath.

  This man, this biker that she’d loved from the moment she fully understood what that emotion meant, was truly her other half. And damn was that one of the most incredible feelings in the world.

  Being loved and loving in return was what life was about.

  Epilogue

  Tank adjusted his baseball cap on his head, left the club, and walked toward his Harley. He had his keys in one hand, and his new cut in the other. He was a fucking Patch, a member of the Brothers of Menace MC, and damn did it feel incredible.

  His focus was on the keys when a sound had him stopping in the middle of the parking lot. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he scanned the lot. Most of the guys had already left, but there were a few that had stayed in the spare rooms because they were too drunk. Their Harleys were parked off to the side, and a few vans and SUVs the club used for runs were parked over in the back lot.

  As he moved his gaze along the darkened area, looking over at the gate that blocked off entrance to the club, and all the way toward the garage, he couldn’t see anything, but he still felt as though he were being watched, that he wasn’t alone.

  “Who the fuck is out there?” He reached behind him to the small of his back, felt the butt of his handgun, and pulled the piece out. Holding it at his side, close to his outer thigh, he waited to see if anyone would respond, if they were dumb enough to stay.

  He heard nothing but the sound of cars in the distance.

  “You seriously fucked with the wrong guy on the wrong night, motherfucker.” Hell, it was always the wrong night, and he was always the wrong guy when it came to shit like this.

  It was a few more seconds of nothingness, but then he scanned over the gate once more. That was when someone stepped out of the darkened shadows on the other side of the fence that blocked off the club. His body tensed from the threat, everything inside of him coming to alert. He placed his finger on the trigger, his body primed, and adrenaline moving through him.

  “You better make yourself known if you don’t want to get fucked up, and by fucked up I mean having your ass shot up.”

  “It’'s me, Brendan.”

  He instantly took his finger off the trigger as his baby sister’s voice came through.

  “Lila? What the fuck are you doing here?” He hadn’t seen his sister in months, but it wasn’t just because she’d been avoiding him, but because he’d been so fucking busy with the Brothers. He thought he was surprised to see Lila right then, but it was when she stepped under the light of the street lamp that his whole body resonated with shock at what she held.

  Standing there alone, one duffle bag in her hand, and her other holding a squirming bundle of blankets, was his sister, holding a baby.

  A baby?

  Fuck.

  She hadn’t looked pregnant when he’d seen her all those months ago, but he figured that didn’t mean anything.

  “What the fuck, Lila?” He placed the gun at the small of his back and went over to her. Opening the gate and letting her in, it took him a moment to look at her before he pulled her in for a hug, but was mindful of the little person she carried. “What the fuck, Lila?” he said again.

  “Yeah, I
know.” She chuckled humorlessly.

  The baby was tiny, looking like it might have just been born. Tank looked into the face of his sister. Lila was ten years younger than his thirty-five years. She was the “accidental mid-life” baby for his parents. He looked after her like she wasn’t only his baby sister, but also his kid because she’d always tagged along with him, and his parents hadn’t been the best at taking care of them. It had been him and Lila against the world, and he’d always made sure she was safe. But it seemed like forever since he’d seen her, and although he wanted to yell at her for that fact, and also for a few other things, he just wanted to get her off the streets and make sure she and the baby were okay.

  “This is yours?” He couldn’t tell it if was a boy or girl, and the dirty white blanket the baby was wrapped in looked like it had blood on it.

  “Yes, she’s mine. Her name is Faye.”

  Faye. My niece.

  He was an uncle. That had him smiling, but that happiness faded at the situation. “Let’s get you back to my place and we’ll talk about what in the fuck is going on.” She didn’t argue, and he was glad about that. He didn’t have the patience right now to have her trying to say things were okay when they clearly weren’t.

  He couldn’t take her on his Harley for obvious reasons, so he took one of the club SUVs. Once they were in the vehicle he was mindful of the fact he didn’t have a damn car seat. Lila held the baby as he took the back roads, drove well below the speed limit, and felt like his bones were going to tear through his skin for how tense that ten-minute ride was.

  When they got to his place Lila was already out of the car before he could help her. He led them inside, his shock still reeling over the fact his sister was here after being gone for so long, and the fact she’d been pregnant and now had a baby.

  “Sit down,” he said in a gruff voice and pointed at the table.

  “You’re pissed.”

  He gave her a look that basically said “no shit”.

  “Please don’t be upset.” The baby started fussing, and Lila started rocking the little girl and she quieted. “I hate that you’re upset with me.”

  He exhaled loudly. “I’m not upset with you, Lila.” They stared at each other for a moment, and silence descended in the kitchen. “You hungry?”

  Lila smiled and nodded.

  As he started making her something to eat, he thought about how in the hell this conversation was going to get rolling. He wasn’t upset with her, but he was at the situation.

  “I’m sorry I’ve pushed you away. I guess I was in too deep, couldn’t see clearly, and I didn’t want you to be disappointed,” she said.

  The defeat in her voice broke his damn heart.

  “But it looks like you’re in good with your club, and even patched in.”

  He turned and gave her a plate with a sandwich and some chips on it. He grabbed a glass of milk for her, and went over to her, setting the plate and cup in front of her.

  “Can I lay her down on your bed?”

  He nodded. “Of course. Down the hall and last door on the right.”

  “Unless you want to hold your niece?”

  He shook his head right away. “I’m all thumbs, Lila, you know that.” He shifted on the seat, feeling nervous and uncomfortable with the thought of holding such a small, fragile thing.

  Lila was smiling. “She won’t break, Brendan.”

  He cleared his throat in response.

  She stood and left the kitchen. Lila was gone for a moment, and when she came back she sighed heavily as she sat down. The silence stretched between them again, and as Tank leaned back in the chair and stared at his sister, the time that had passed between them seemed to fade.

  “It’s really good to see you, Lila.”

  She smiled and nodded, but didn’t respond. She looked down at her hands, but Tank didn’t push her for information. He’d get it out of her eventually, but this was clearly hard for her, and he wanted her to talk to him when she was ready.

  When she lifted her head and looked at him, the pain on her face made him furious. Someone had put that expression on her face, made her feel like that, and he’d find out who it was.

  “I am in trouble.”

  He straightened at those words. “What happened?”

  She breathed out, leaned back in the chair, and said, “I got in with a wannabe MC. I thought I was in love with one of the members, thought we’d be together, and that he loved me, too.”

  Fuck, Tank knew where this was going.

  “He was so possessive of me at first, and when he told me he loved me I really believed him.”

  Tank clenched his hands into fists and tried to control himself.

  “I got in deep with them, like became really into the club, and everything else kind of faded away. It’s why I hadn’t seen you in so long, why we hadn’t spoken like we used to.”

  He grunted at that. They’d been close while growing up, and although he knew she’d been in Thorne this whole time, he hadn’t known she was involved with an MC. “What MC, Lila?” He didn’t know of any club in Thorne County, so unless they were brand new they were not legit.

  Her eyes started watering, and he told himself he needed to speak softer with her. She was clearly fragile right now, and some soon to be dead motherfucker had done this to her.

  “I don’t even think it’s a real MC, Brendan. They had cuts and patches, had bikes, too, but they are all about hurting and degrading women.”

  “Then why the hell did you stay so long?”

  She wiped her eyes and sniffed. She hadn’t touched her food, and he pushed the plate and cup closer to her. After she seemed to reluctantly take a bite of the sandwich and drank some milk, she started talking again.

  “Because I thought I was in love, Brendan. I’ve never been in love before, and I guess my brain and heart got mixed up, and I ignored the warning signs right in front of me.”

  “It’s okay, Lila.” He reached for her hand and held it as she cried harder. “Keep telling me what happened so I can fix it.”

  “I don’t know if it can be fixed.”

  “Anything can be fixed. I’ll make sure of it.” He wasn’t being cocky. It was just the way things worked with him. He’d fix this for her and Faye.

  “I was with Spike less than a year before I found out I was pregnant.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you ask for help when I saw you all those months ago?”

  She wiped her tears again and shrugged. “I was ashamed, scared of disappointing you. I also thought I could fix it, that things would be different if I just gave it some time.” She shook her head again. “I was stupid, am stupid.”

  “First of all, you’ll never be a disappointment to me. Secondly, you’re not stupid. You weren’t thinking straight and should have come to me, but you’re human, Lila.”

  She smiled, but it was sad, distant.

  “I take it Faye is that asshole’s baby?”

  She nodded again. “She’s the only good thing that came out of being with Spike.”

  “Did you go to a hospital to have her? Did he help you during it?”

  She shook her head. “Aside from…” She paused a moment before speaking again. “Let’s just say he only wanted me for one thing. I ended up having her in the back of their shitty little house they used for their club.”

  “How old is she, Lila?”

  Lila took a drink from the glass before she spoke. “Three days.”

  “Shit.” He scrubbed a hand over his hair. He knew the baby was new, but three days old? “And you traveled all the way here, with a newborn, after just giving birth?”

  She was silent for a moment, and the fear in her eyes was so damn real. “I was afraid things would escalate, that he’d hurt Faye.”

  Everything in him tensed even more. His blood coursed through his veins, his pulse increasing, and he felt his rage grow. He wanted to kill this bastard, make him suffer for putting Lila through this.


  “He put his hands on you?”

  She nodded after a second. “But I left, wasn’t about to continue to be stupid and put my child in danger. I’d already stayed too long, and being pregnant, having that fear he’d hurt the baby…” She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. “Anyway, when I got pregnant he kind of grew distant, being with other women in front of me.”

  “Damn, Lila. You should have come to me.”

  She was crying now, wiping the tears away as fast as they came.

  “I know. I told you I was stupid. I thought maybe having Faye there, letting him actually see his daughter, would change something in him.” She shook her head, this disgusted sound leaving her. “Let’s just say I was a fool, so damn dumb.”

  “We’ll get through this. I’m glad you came to me.” He wasn’t going to tell her she should have come to him at the beginning, because she was here now, and that was all that mattered.

  Tank searched her body, what he could see anyway, trying to see if there were any marks, but they were either hidden or healed. He wanted to find out if she’d been hit while pregnant, because even if that fucker had laid his hands on Lila when she wasn’t, beating on a pregnant woman was so far over the line it was going over the damn cliff.

  “I’m afraid he’ll come after me, because I just left in the middle of the night, Brendan.”

  Lila was the only one that called him by his given name, the only one he allowed to call him that.

  He shook his head. “Fucker ain’t going to come near you or the baby, Lila.”

  She leaned forward on the table. “Spike and the men he hangs out with are dangerous. I’m afraid if they can’t get to me they’ll go after people I know until I am accessible to them.”

  He shook his head again. “You know we don’t even know where Mom and Dad ran off to.”

  “I’m not worried about them being found, because they didn’t give a shit about us since we were in our teens, Brendan.”