“I love you.”
His fingers tighten around mine and I look over at him, he’s doing that one sided grin that lights me up. A moment later we stop at a light and he turns to me, his smile growing as he leans over and crushes his mouth against mine. For a small moment all is right, none of the crazy shit that’s going on around us matters. All that matters is that I love this man, and now he knows it.
15
We’re sitting at the dining room table, and it’s obvious Missy can sense something’s up. Other than offering us a drink, we haven’t spoken, so we somberly sit at the dining room table in silence. I wonder what she’s thinking, she knows it’s something serious since she’s heard the clubs burnt down. All Dornan told her was that we want to talk to her and Sven together, so here we sit in silence.
Dornan takes my hand under the table, resting our clasped hands on my leg to stop it from bouncing. I hear the rumble of a motorcycle as it begins down the street and shuts off beside the house, notching up my fear every second. Sven enters the room and looks between the three of us, then takes the seat beside Missy, opening his hands.
“Well? Don’t tell me y’all are announcing you’re getting married, while we got serious shit going on with the club that you pulled me away from.”
We both remain silent, until Dornan takes a deep breath and starts.
“We want to know what happened to Maven’s mom.”
I see Missy’s face pale, looking shocked as she crosses her arms over her chest while glancing over at Sven, whose demeanor hasn’t changed.
“We know she was murdered; we want to know what happened.”
I love that he’s saying ‘we’ and not ‘Maven,’ like we really are in this together.
I stare at Sven, waiting. Waiting for a reaction, waiting for him to speak. Finally, after an eternity, he clicks his tongue and nods towards Missy, who abruptly stands and leaves the room. Now I don’t know what to think, did she leave because Sven’s about to tell me he killed my mom and doesn’t want his wife to hear? But he still doesn’t speak, just looks at me. Missy returns to the table with a shoe box, placing it on the table in front of her. She opens the lid, shuffling through the contents before pulling back her hand, a photograph between her fingertips. She gives it a long look before setting it down, and sliding it towards me. I know immediately that this is my mom, the instant connection I feel to her causes me to inhale sharply. She’s beautiful and radiant, and…alive. Compared to the only other photo I’ve ever seen of her, courtesy of Justice and his crime scene photography.
“When your dad met your mom, she was dating another biker named Jasper. He was the son of one of the four who founded the club with your granddads. From the start he and your dad never got along, always competing even when we were kids. When Jasper started bringing your mom around we all loved her, her and Missy became best friends and even though she’d never been exposed to the biker life, she adjusted and became part of the family. None of us knew that her and your dad had started something and that they wanted to be together. Your dad didn’t care about Jasper’s ideas on the matter but your mom didn’t want to hurt him, I think she was scared from things we knew that happened between them. Jasper was a hot head and she was too forgiving. So, your dad gave her some time to break it to him, but one-night Jasper caught them in your dad’s club apartment and he went ballistic. He ended up leaving the club and starting his own club in Utah, and your mom and dad got married and had you. But apparently the fucker never got over it and our club ended up taking business from him, which caused his club to go bankrupt and he owed everyone.”
Sven stops and runs a rough hand over his mouth, reaching into his vest to pull out his soft pack of smokes. Lighting one and inhaling deeply, we sit and wait with baited breath for him to continue.
“Missy had been trying to get a hold of your mom all morning, but she figured you were keeping her busy. So she decided to take Dornan with her to check on you guys. When she got there, you were alone and crying, the house was trashed and there...there was blood on the kitchen floor.”
Missy covers her face with her hands as she begins to softly cry, like remembering what she’d seen all those years ago still affects her. Sven wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.
“There was a note pinned to your diaper from the person who took your mom. When Missy called me I knew immediately who was responsible, and when I told your dad he knew it was Jasper too. The note had a time and place so, of course we got the crew together to ride out. When we got there, Shine was dead in a hole in the ground, the clubs’ initials carved into her head. Your dad lost it, he tried to kill himself with his gun right there.”
I feel the emotion thick in my throat and pooled tears burn the backs of my eyes. Dornan puts his hand on the back of my neck and squeezes gently, reminding me he’s here for me.
“For days your dad and I looked for that asshole, or anyone associated with his fucking club. But it turned out he was still here, hiding in plain sight. We think maybe he was planning on taking you too, taking you and your mom separately would only drive your Dad more insane. To take everything away that your dad loved, since that’s what your dad did to him. Jasper was staying in a motel outside the city, shocked as shit when we showed up at his door,” he says somberly and cuts his hand through the air, saying what he won’t aloud. That they killed him.
I nod and think of what he’s just said, that they thought Jasper was going to take me, to kill me, to kill everyone my dad loved. My chest’s so tight, like I need to cut it open to relieve the pressure.
“Your dad was gutted about what happened with your mom, took down all her pictures because it hurt too damn much to see her. You two started spending more time at your grandparents’, avoiding anything to do with your mom. Your dad said being in your house, the memory of your mom, it was too hard. When you started asking where your mama was, he told you she was gone and you assumed he meant ran away. So in an effort not to destroy you even more, he just agreed…and so did we. It was never meant to hurt you girl, only to protect you.”
The look Sven’s giving me, it’s so genuine it makes my insides ache even more. The fact I ever doubted them, the fact that I believed a stranger for one minute, instead of giving my family the benefit of the doubt, pisses me off.
“I have some more pictures of your mom I’d like to show you,” Missy says clearing her throat.
I nod and feel my breathing begin to slow as relief washes over me, to finally know the truth. At the same time, it saddens me to think of what kind of life or how different I would be if my mom was still here. These thoughts I’ve never had before, since I was so resentful in thinking she didn’t want to be a part of my life all this time. An even deeper sadness fills my heart, knowing my dad suffered the loss of my mom alone, and I didn’t even know.
“Son,” Sven says as he stands. “Let’s give them some time alone.”
Dornan nods and leans over to kiss my forehead, before following his dad into the den. Missy and I look through all the pictures, and I love hearing all the memories she recalls with each picture. So many road trips, crazy nights at the clubhouse, my parents’ wedding day, the day I was born. Mom’s always smiling, and the way she looks at my dad, you can see how much they loved each other.
“And this, I’d hoped to give you one day.”
I look down to see my mom holding a two-year old me, we’re both smiling and she’s looking down at her mini me with such pride and happiness, as I look up at her with nothing but love. Missy sniffles, her brows furrowing as she speaks.
“I’m so sorry Maven, that we didn’t tell you the truth before. You have to know that it wasn’t to lie, but to make sure you grew up happy and didn’t know how cruel the world could be just yet. No one ever intended for you to not eventually find out, but as the years went on, it got harder and harder to confront you with the hard truth. Just know that we all love you, your mom lovedyou very much.”
I take
her hand and kiss the back, before curling my fingers around it, sniffling as I clear the tears from my eyes with my free hand.
“If she couldn’t be here, I’m glad you were, I know that’s what she would’ve wanted for me. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and taking care of me like I was your own, you’ll never know how thankful I am for that.”
Missy covers her face as a small sob tears from her throat and we hug for a long while, eventually breaking apart to wipe our faces and get ourselves together. I love this woman as if she’s my mom, but I’ll never forget the spirit of the woman who brought me into this world. I ask to take some of the other photos, ones of my mom and dad together, and another of the three of us. Missy removes one photo from the box, one of her and mom and gives me the rest.
Dornan and I head out about an hour later and I’m all smiles, forgetting again about the shit going on that’s bigger than us, wanting to remain in this bubble a little longer before I have to burst it.
“The only option my dad can come up with is Drag as the snitch, shit’s been tense between us for a while, and he wants me and Joey to take him on the run tomorrow.”
“Is he back in town?” I ask.
Drag’s been doing all the cross country runs. At first I knew Dornan had been putting him on those just to get him away from me, still pissed that he’d come onto me at the bar. But then for some odd reason, Skye turned up one day engaged, and Drag started asking for the jobs. I want to tell Skye that I think it’s more than a coincidence, but have too much of my own shit going on to get involved in that.
“Tonight.”
“Did you tell your dad about Justice?” I ask.
He shakes his head in the negative. “You and me need to figure out what we need to do about Justice, before we go to dad with it,” he states.
I look out the window, knowing I have it set in my head that I’ll turn myself in, no matter what Dornan says.
The clubhouse is packed, and everyone seems to be dealing with the club’s burning down by drinking. They too don’t want to worry about how we’re going to make up for the lost income. We know we can rebuild and Sven’s never let finances get to where we can’t bounce back, we will just find another way until we’re back on our feet.
Dornan leads me through the main room and towards his apartments, holding the door open for me as we enter his. The sun’s setting, bathing the room in orange and pink. I set the box of pictures on the dresser, and let my fingers linger over the top for a moment. Dornan slides his hand across my cheek to turn my face towards him, his lips pressing mine into a kiss. His mouth continues to meld with mine, as we begin to remove one another’s jackets, not rushing but savoring. It feels like this time together is limited, that there’s a countdown to me leaving. As if he can sense my mind whirling, he pulls back and looks down at me.
“I want you to be here with me, get out of your head and let me do the thinking.”
I nod as he slides both his hands into my hair and tugs slightly.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He bows his head and begins kissing my neck, and collarbone while he moves his hands towards the bottom of my shirt, kneeling down in front of me. I stare down at him, his fingers running under my top to caress my stomach, planting small kisses on the exposed skin. From there, his hands move up over my bra to my breasts as he grabs them roughly. His teeth nip at the top of my jeans, as he lets out a little growl.
“I can smell your pussy, drives me insane.”
My head lulls to the side as my hands move to his shoulders, his fingers pinch my nipples as I push my hips against him. I yank my shirt and bra off, before hastily unbuttoning the fly of my jeans and roughly jerking them down my thighs, as he buries his nose in the cleft of my pussy. His tongue slides up my clit and my skin breaks out into goosebumps, a full body shiver jerking my body and I groan.
“You want me to taste your beautiful cunt?”
His eyes look up at me, as he takes another long lap with the flat of his tongue.
“God yes...please Dornan, eat me out,” I whimper as all the heat pools where his mouth is.
His big hands brace my hips as he brings me to the bed, forcing me onto all fours. Since my jeans are barely pushed down over my ass, the material forces my legs to stay together. He begins to devour my pussy from behind, lapping and feasting on my drenched opening and plump lips. Using three fingers he rubs my clit hard and fast and I’m coming, my body clenching around his tongue inside me.
That orgasm propels my need for him even more, and I can barely contain my smile as he pulls my jeans off, flipping me onto my back. I’m biting my lip, watching as he removes his clothes, my eyes zeroing on his thick hard erection. He runs a hand up and down his shaft, while crawling on the bed to straddle my face. His hand guides his cock down and I lean up to take him in my mouth. The thick head pushes past my lips, over my tongue and into my throat. Even though he’s on top of me and he’s in my mouth, Dornan’s holding back. I guess with all that’s going on, causes him to think I need him to be gentle. But I want him to lose control, to fuck my mouth and not be so hesitant. He remains still with his entire cock lodged in my mouth, his eyes closed and chest heaving. Even though I can’t breathe, I want this, I swallow around him and he groans.
“Oh fuck, take all of my dick, fucking love it.”
As he pulls out slowly, inch by inch retreating, I gasp for air and grab him by the hips to repeat the motion. His abs contract, his arms shaking with restraint. My fingers curl around the tightness of both his ass cheeks and force him to fuck my mouth. He groans with every thrust of his hips as he curls his upper body over me, bracing himself with one hand on the mattress, the other gripping the back of my head as he controls my motions. This is what I want, for him to take me over completely. Suddenly, he stops and pulls back, my saliva dripping off his cock and onto my lips and chin. He drags his wet dick down the center of my chest, down my stomach, to rest on my clit. Spreading my legs to cradle his hips, I’m so wet I feel it on my thighs. Taking his cock into his hand and giving my clit a few slaps with the head, before he shoves inside me, causing a squelching noise as he impales me fully. I gasp and claw my fingers into the sheets, while he watches our bodies joining. White noise fills my ears, and colors dance behind my eyelids. Every pleasure point inside me being stroked and massaged, to an elevation of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
My eyes are closed when he shoves his index and middle fingers into my mouth, and instantly I suck and wet them. Dornan’s body blankets me as he lays completely over me now, his wet fingers sliding into my asshole, forcing my lower body up into his thrusts while he fingers my rear.
“Jesus,” I gasp, my nails digging into his sides. He’s touched me there before, preparing my body to one day take him, which I have a feeling will be soon.
He’s suffocating me with his massive body but I don’t care, it adds to the intensity building inside me. He scissors his fingers while his cock pistons into me and I’m screaming his name, losing my mind with an orgasm that’s never ending.
When I emerge from the haze, I’m on my stomach and the head of his cock is pushing into my ass. He’s either spit on me, or used my cum to lube my entrance. He’s there and pushing in, and I whimper before he’s rubbing my sensitive clit softly. His teeth sink into the skin between my neck and shoulder blade, before forcing through the tight ring of flesh with a hard thrust. My body tenses, and instinctively I pull away.
Dornan lets out a long groan into my ear. “Shhh, relax and feel me.”
His fingers rubbing my clit helps me ignore the sharp pain, slowly allowing it to vanish and my body to soften. His cock feels so good there and I can’t explain it really, but I know it’s making me feel different than anything I’ve ever felt during sex before. This act so intimate and so beyond having sex. I truly feel like I’ve given him every part of me now, that we’re cemented and permanently bound to one another. A wave of emotion cras
hes over me, when everything clicks and feels perfect and meant to be. But before I can be completely overwhelmed and overtaken by the feeling, he’s moving, hard and fast into me. His fingers begin to quicken, and I’m coming again. This time more intense than ever before, and warm liquid drenches my thighs, pouring out of my pussy. I have no idea what’s happening due to the supernova rocking my senses, but shit, it feels out of body.
“Shit, shit, fuck babe you’re squirting…fuck, don’t you dare stop, I want every last drop.”
Dornan orders against my ear while rubbing the flat of his hand all over my wetness, he pulls out and pulls my ankle as I roll onto my back. My ass hitting the drenched sheet from my orgasm. His tongue licks my flavor off his hand while the other begins to jerk hard on his cock, moments before warm spurts of ejaculation land on my skin.
He chants, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
My body’s trembling with aftershocks, the feel of him in my ass is still prominent and leaves me feeling decadent and sexy. Dornan’s still breathing hard as he lays down on top if me, his semen slick between our hot skin as he kisses my face, and holds me like he’s never going to let me go.
16
The apartments have never been updated from when they were built in the 60’s, the wood paneled walls make the room seem dark. But when I wake and see a sliver of sunlight peeking through the yellowed sheers, I at least know it’s morning. Possibly my last morning waking up to this man I’m currently wrapped around like a vine. My eyes sting as I look up at him sleeping, his face perfect. Even though small scars mar his skin in several places, he wouldn’t be Dornan without them. I run my fingers over them, placing kisses there afterwards. I can’t control my emotions, and have to bite my lip to hold them back. He’ll get over me, he’ll have to. I can live knowing I gave this man a life, one that he might not have unless I do this. My plan is to sneak out and go to my house, get Justice’s phone number, and turn myself in. That plan being chucked out the window, when Dornan’s eyes flutter open and he squints up at me, his arms tightening around my torso.
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