Battlefield (The Covenant Book 2)

by Gwendolyn Casey

  “Hopefully?”

  “I’m afraid head injuries can be a little unpredictable. There is only so much we can see on the scans. And the drug usage is worrisome. We’ll know more in a few days.”

  A few days.

  “I’ll leave you alone.”

  “Thank you, doctor.” I approached the bed and I touched her hand. “Mom, it’s me, Cece.” Her fingertips were cold, and her skin was dry. That could be normal, but I’d look for lotion in the hospital gift shop I saw on the way up. I wondered if she knew what had happened. Did she feel the pain before she was knocked out? Did she have enough time to be scared?

  After a few minutes, I left the room to speak to Lauren. I told her what was happening and how I would be here a few days at least. It took some convincing for her to leave. I knew she was trying to be a good friend but having her here made me more anxious and I think she could see that, so she agreed to go back to Clayton.

  I sat at my mother’s bedside, too nervous to move. I felt like the world’s worst daughter for how long I’d hated her. All my reasons seemed stupid now that she might not be here tomorrow. The sun was setting on that first day when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Come in,” I said, assuming it was a nurse. I turned, and Jordan was standing in the doorway.

  Out of nowhere tears were in my eyes and then I was walking toward him, almost running. I hugged him, burying my face in his shirt as the crying began. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight.

  “I thought I wouldn't care,” I said through the sobs.

  “I know, baby.” His voice rumbled over me. I'm not sure how long we stood there. How long he squeezed me tight while I cried.

  “How did you know to come?” I asked into his shoulder.

  “Mark called me. It should have been you.”

  I shook my head.

  “I know. You don't know how to depend on anyone else. That changes now. Have you eaten anything?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “I'll go get you something.”

  He came back from the cafeteria with a sandwich and some chips for both of us. We ate in silence as I tried to understand why Jordan would come. But then I realized that I didn't care, and I was done fighting my feelings for him. It was too hard right now.

  “Babe, I got us a room for the night,” he said when it had gotten dark.

  “I don't want to leave.”

  “The doctor said she is stable, and we won't know anything until tomorrow. You need sleep if you are going to be here for your mother.”

  I decided he was right, and I let him lead me to the parking lot where his truck waited. The place wasn't far, and I was surprised that it was an actual hotel and not a motel. I would probably be gasping at the luxury if I wasn't so tired. The room had a king size bed with sheets so white I was sure they were snow.

  “Do you want to shower?” he asked.

  “No, I just want to go to bed.”

  He followed me to the bed and helped me undress. When I got down to my panties, he picked me up and laid me on the bed.

  Then I watched Jordan undress. His eyes never left mine as he took off his cut and set it on the table. His boots and socks came off easily. Then he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in a completely masculine move. His bare chest reminded me of the night he took my virginity, and I felt the tickle between my legs. Next his strong hands went to his belt and undid the clasps until he could push down his jeans.

  He stood in his underwear. “Do you want to go to sleep?”

  I slowly shook my head, biting my lip. I should want to sleep. But right now, I wanted distraction in the form of Jordan.

  He took the underwear down and I felt my body quiver at the sight of his rampant erection. He was so large and long. It wasn't hard to believe how much pleasure it brought me.

  “Sit up, baby girl.” He came to stand before me, his cock right at eye level, looking strong and delicious. He gently cupped the back of my head and brought it close. I opened my mouth immediately and closed my eyes as he pushed his way in. My lips stretched wide to accommodate him, and I sucked eagerly, my tongue flattened against the underside.

  He pumped a few times, testing my gag reflex, but I did my best to open my throat for him. I brought my hands up to touch the length that my mouth would never reach.

  “No hands, baby girl. I only want that mouth on me.”

  I looked up at him, confused. I took my mouth off him to talk, but his grip in my hair tightened, angling my mouth to take his cock again. This time he shoved deep and I choked a bit.

  He took his cock out only to push back in. He literally wasn't giving me a choice but to take his long, hard girth down my throat.

  And yet, he wasn't forcing me. I know if I really protested he would stop. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to have Jordan in every way. I opened wide and breathed through my nose, trying to take his fierce thrusts. Soon the gagging was gone, and I was taking him deeper than any man before him. He fucked my face slowly but strongly. I was never a fan of blowjobs, but I feel like this was something completely different. Jordan was taking what he wanted like a savage, and it turned me on immensely. His control and dominance had wetness pouring from between my legs. There was so much that it was coating my thighs.

  The only sounds were of him grunting with every deep thrust. His pace picked up a little bit, and I knew he was close to coming. Then on one thrust he held himself in my throat and I felt his thickness twitch and then liquid warmth filled my mouth. My eyes watered in my effort to hold him deep. Finally, he pulled free and I took a deep breath.

  “Good girl,” he said, and I felt like smiling. I suddenly realized what Jordan was doing to me. Taking control in this moment was what I needed him to do. Calling me “baby girl” and “good girl”, I liked it. It made me feel cared for.

  “Lay back,” he said.

  I lay down, and Jordan knelt between my legs. “It's time I get a taste of this pussy.” He peeled down my underwear and then said, “Fuck.”

  I looked down at him. “You are drenched down here.”

  I tried to close my legs and crawl up the bed, embarrassed beyond belief. But he grabbed beneath my knees and pulled me back down. “Uh-uh, Cece. You stay where you're told.”

  I quivered a little at his tone. He gave me a little smirk in response.

  He bent and licked me straight up my middle, only brushing my clit, which was on fire. He licked his lips, savoring my taste. He hooked his arms under my thighs and brought his hands over to hold open my pussy lips. He dipped his head again, taking my clit between his lips. I cried out and arched off the bed as an orgasm ripped through my insides.

  “Jordan,” I said as he kept at my clit. It was too sensitive now, and his steady suckling had me whimpering, my hands tearing at the comforter beneath me. Suddenly, he flattened his tongue against it, pressing hard, and little shivers of pleasure spread through my center.

  His mouth wandered down where he nipped and licked around my entrance before shoving his tongue deep. My hips flew up against him, wanting to be filled. I felt him suckle between thrusts, as if he was drinking in my wetness.

  One of Jordan’s hand flattened against my stomach to hold me in place while the other slid up to grab my breast roughly. His palm was possessive as it squeezed and molded my flesh. It felt so good that I grabbed his other hand and dragged it up to the other breast, so I could feel his greedy touch there, too.

  He growled against my pussy and immediately began to tongue-fuck me like crazy, using his grip on my breasts to pull me onto his face.

  I came again in a magnificent burst of fire, screaming his name and grinding myself against him.

  My eyes were still closed as he crawled up my body and took my mouth with his own. He tongue-fucked my mouth like he did my pussy, rough and dirty, and I licked back, loving the taste of him and myself.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby girl?” he said.

  “Yes,” I sa
id on a breathless whisper. Not just the taste. He kept calling me “baby girl”, and somehow it turned me on even more. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my pussy against his cock, wanting him inside as soon as possible.

  He broke the kiss and looked down at me. His eyes were so intense that the brown seemed almost black.

  Jordan didn’t speak as he gripped my knee and brought it higher. Then I felt his thick girth pushing into me. My cunt gripped at him, almost begging for his presence inside me.

  I watched his face as he slipped in. He gritted his teeth, obviously holding back his need to fuck into me fast and hard.

  “It’s okay, Jordan,” I said, wanting him to take me.

  He shoved deep, to the hilt and held himself there. My fingers dug into the skin of his biceps, absolutely loving the feeling of being filled by Jordan.

  I squeezed my muscles around him and nudged my hips up and down, wanting him to move.

  “Cece,” he said with a low snarl. “Look at me.”

  I bit my lip, trying to hold myself still against every instinct I’d ever had. I looked up at him.

  “I need you to say that you belong to me.”

  “What?” I said.

  He gripped my hair, yanking it back to bare my neck to him. He leaned over me, his cock pushing a little deeper. “My bare cock is ten inches deep in you right now. Tell me what that means.”

  I whimpered at his words, my entire body on fire.

  “I’m going to fuck you all night long, burying myself in your young, tight pussy.”

  “Yes, please,” I screamed.

  “But before that, I want to hear you say that you are mine. I’m tired of you denying what is between us. You are mine now, and you will be mine tomorrow, and every day after that.”

  I looked up into his face, feeling like I was standing on a precipice. My mouth opened, and I hardly thought about the words. “Yes, Jordan. I am yours.”

  “There is no going back.”

  I nodded my head. “I know. I belong to you now.” I shoved my hips up, making him hiss. “Now fuck me like you said you would.”

  Jordan smirked a little, but it was quickly replaced by a determined look.

  He pulled himself out, dragging his thickness along every nerve inside me, only to push in slowly.

  “Jordan,” I said like a demand.

  He grabbed both my hands and held them above my head in one hand, and then he pulled my leg high again. “You want to be fucked like you’re owned?”

  His thrusts were slow and controlled, but deep and powerful, seeming to satisfy but leave me wanting at the same time.

  And I had no choice but to lie there and take his torturous strokes.

  Jordan’s head was bent, and I looked down to see what he was watching. He was watching his cock spread me open and slide inside. It was mesmerizing to watch, my small pussy accepting his thick cock, with my wetness glistening all over it.

  My body was frustrated, but I was starting to love this slow fucking, simply taking what he was giving me. My head fell back against the pillow, and I practically cooed as Jordan worked me over.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Give in to me and I’ll give you everything you need,” he said and kissed my neck. He released my hands, but I didn’t move them. I didn’t seem to have the will to pick them up.

  The slow heat that Jordan had been building was becoming too much to handle and I felt my body on the brink of another orgasm, only this one was deeper, and I could feel its intensity as it simmered.

  “Jordan,” I said, unsure what to do.

  Just then, Jordan hips began slamming down on mine, driving himself inside. He kept a steady rhythm, but these thrusts were much more powerful.

  Jordan held me still to accept his strokes so that I couldn’t move if I wanted to. It was as if my body had surrendered to Jordan’s and it would do nothing against his instructions.

  Soon my core was clenching, hurtling another orgasm into my bloodstream. This one was so strong, I was literally shaking as it poured over me.

  “Good girl,” Jordan said, and he kissed me.

  In that moment, I knew nothing would ever be the same again. I was done fighting and being stupid. I was going to take whatever Jordan had to give. I was his, come hell or high water. And I never felt so happy.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Jordan

  Cece snuggled into my side, and I looked down to find her sleeping. It didn't take long since she was exhausted. I was, too, but I was too wired to sleep just yet. The past week had been one shitstorm after another, and I was suffering from a bit of whiplash at this turn of events.

  After I’d dropped Cece off at her house last week, I went to the only bar in town that was open on a Sunday. I could have gone to the clubhouse, but I didn’t want to see my brothers at that moment. I had felt like a pussy for the situation I was in with Cece, the situation I put myself in. Maybe I wasn’t meant for commitment, for a relationship. I couldn’t help but feel like if I was different, if I was better, Cece would have no problem being with me. But I was a hardened, selfish asshole, and she was right to push me away.

  I was four shots of whiskey in when a familiar scent hit my nose, Chanel Number Five. I cringed but pasted a pleasant look on my face as I turned on my bar stool. “Mrs. Weaver.”

  “Oh, Jordan. You know I hate when you call me that,” Alison said as she sat next to me. Her blonde hair was long and thick, her nails perfectly manicured, and her skin was that of a woman half her age. She was also educated and sophisticated.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

  “I saw you from across the street. Thought I would stop in and say hello,” she said, her lips lingering on the last “o”. She leaned into my side, brushing her breast against my arm. I knew the bar was empty or else she wouldn’t be so open with the touching.

  She was here for a good, hard fuck. She sought me out every few months for a long, hot night that her husband could never seem to provide. It’d been that way ever since our short affair when I was eighteen. I was her dirty little secret that got her off, and I was sure she had other guys in the rotation, but I didn’t care. There was a time that I would have gotten a hard-on with this woman sitting so close. And for a moment, I considered taking her up on what she was offering. Images of sex entered my brain, but they were with Cece. When I tried to put Alison in her place, everything just stopped. I didn’t want to touch her; I didn’t want her beneath me. I simply didn’t find her sexy anymore.

  To be honest, the whole thing had gotten old a while ago. I only continued out of boredom. But now there was Cece. I may be clueless as to how to proceed with convincing her to be mine, but this little encounter convinced me that I wasn’t ready to give up.

  I stood up from my seat and took a few bills from my wallet, putting them on the bar. “I’ll see you around, Mrs. Weaver,” I said as I walked away, hoping that was enough for her to get the message that we were over.

  “Jordan,” she said, her voice ringing through the room.

  Damn. It obviously wasn’t enough.

  I turned to her but didn’t say anything.

  She walked over to me slowly. “I know you have something going on with that checkout girl, and that is okay.”

  “Her name is Cece. And I have more than just ‘something’ with her.” I stood up a little straighter. “From now on, we are done. Stay away from me and stay away from her,” I said, making sure she heard the threat in my voice. I didn’t know if this would upset her enough to go after Cece, but I was going to make damn sure she knew the consequences if she did. “Do you understand?”

  She lifted her chin and pursed her lips. “Fine. But when it turns out she doesn’t have what it takes to satisfy you, don’t even think of coming to me.”

  I laughed. “You got it.”

  I walked to the door and heard a little huff behind me.

  That was unpleasant, but at least it was over.

  Unfo
rtunately, the unpleasantness didn’t stop there. On my way back to my bike, I got a call from Hawk. The Snakes tried to steal another shipment, but Hawk had been prepared. We captured three members and a prospect who gave up the Snakes’ clubhouse easily. I met the guys in Iowa with supplies. The gun fight hadn’t taken long, but there had been clean up to do and quite a few bodies to bury.

  We were just about to leave Iowa when I got the call from Mark about Cece.

  I headed toward the hospital without even thinking, worrying about Cece the whole way. She loved her mother even though their relationship was complicated. If her mother was seriously hurt or killed, Cece would need my support, even if she didn't realize it. At first, I was upset with her for not calling me. I was ready to spank her ass by the time I got to the hospital. But when I came into the room and she ran to me, I knew it wasn’t deliberate. She just didn’t know how much she needed me until I was standing in front of her. My girl had lived so long without someone to call that it simply wasn’t an option in her mind.

  Cece made a little groan beside me. I let my fingers caress up and down her arm and a few moments later she seemed to settle. My fingers kept moving over her skin on their own, loving her softness. I thought about where these hands have been over the past twenty-four hours, digging graves and illegal hacking to protect my club. They shouldn’t be touching her, but I didn’t care. Even though things were crazy, part of me was calmed by the fact that Cece was finally mine. And not just in my mind but in hers as well.

  Now that she had submitted, I was going to spoil her rotten. I was going to clean up this mess, so she could start thinking about other things, namely me. She was mine to protect and to cherish. I had no doubt she was going to make it difficult. But she was worth it.

  Cece was smart, sexy, and submissive in bed—my perfect dream.

  I couldn't tell her that she was submissive. She would flat out deny it and try to prove me wrong. So instead, I was going to keep that information to myself and use it to my advantage. I'd always been dominant in the bedroom, and it always chafed when a woman tried to take my control.