by K. Renee
I’m in bed already half asleep when I hear the soft knock at the front door. Opening my eyes, I throw the blanket off of me and stumble my way towards the door. After the beer, I went straight for the hard shit. All the talk about my mom and the new case had me fried and only thing I wanted to do was get drunk.
By the time Canaan said he was heading home, I was three sheets to the wind and horny as fuck. When Elijah sent me the text saying he was on his way, I knew I had to sober up. I poured a bunch of coffee down my throat and was just about to give up on him showing up when my eyes started to close and the knocking began.
Checking the peephole, I see the sexy biker that I’ve been fantasizing about since he left me this morning. As soon as the door unlocks, he pushes it open the rest of the way so he can walk through it. His hand grips the back of my head and he pulls me in for a heart-stopping kiss. If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d be in a puddle at his booted feet right about now.
He doesn’t release me as he closes the door behind us. The locks click and I let him lead me towards my room. Some of the alcohol is still in my system, so I don’t even think about what we are doing, I just go with it. Feeling his rough hands on my skin makes my dick hard, I want nothing more than for him to fuck me right now. I need him to fuck me right now.
As he pushes me back on my bed, his hands run down my naked chest. His lips trail down my skin and his hands grip my sweats. He quickly works them down my hips and down my legs. He tosses them somewhere behind him, but I don’t even care. The only thing I can focus on at the moment is him pushing his way between my thighs.
His hands grip my hips and he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. When he leans over my body, I prepare myself for his kiss. His lips are bruising against mine and I can only assume that whatever happened earlier, it’s affecting him.
His fingers trail along to tops of my boxer briefs and he slips a hand inside. His fingers wrap around my length and he starts to work me over quickly. It doesn’t take him long to have me panting and moaning his name out. I want him so bad that I’m aching everywhere.
“Fuck me.” I grunt out. His eyes meet mine and search them for a second before he even moves. My body is cold when he leaves me to go to my drawer. I turn my head to watch him as he slowly makes his way over to it. I hear a quiet buzzing come from over where he’s standing, but he doesn’t even acknowledge it. He grabs what he’s looking for in the drawer before coming back over to me.
He pulls his shirt off as he moves, tossing on the ground. He tosses the lube and condom on the bed next to me, still silent. I don’t even think he’s going to say a word tonight. Something about that doesn’t sit well with me. Maybe something happened to one of his brothers.
He sheds his jeans and boots quickly before he grabs my boxer briefs and pulls them down to discard them with the rest of our clothes.
I watch him as he runs his palm up and down his shaft, rubbing his fingers over his piercing. My eyes are glued to where his hand is. I can’t do anything but stare. Fuck he’s beautiful. The ink that sprawls along his one arm and up his shoulder is a breathtaking. His hair falls into his face and he continues to watch me as he pleasures himself. He bites his bottom lip and I have to move towards him. I have to have my hands on him.
Before I can touch him, he pushes me back on the bed and moves between my legs. He reaches over to grab the lube before slathering his fingers with the smooth liquid. He tosses the bottle back on the bed and steps away from me. “Stomach.” He growls into the room. I get to where he wants me without thinking twice. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the look in his eyes that makes me give into his wants.
His hands spread my ass cheeks and I feel his finger runs along my ass crack. It doesn’t take long for him to slowly start to slip his finger inside of me. He’s impatient, something I’ve never seen from him in the few times we’ve seen each other. It’s almost like he’s trying to forget about something.
He adds a second finger and starts to slowly scissor his fingers in and out of me. I groan and push back on his fingers. The feeling is so damn good that I don’t even mind that this is more for him than it is for me. After he gets me worked up to the fucking edge, he removes his fingers from me. I can’t help but whine when he takes his fingers away.
“Eli.” I whine. His hand comes down on my ass in answer. He doesn’t say a word still. The room is silent except for the sound of the condom wrapper. The sound of the condom being rolled on brings a chill to my spine. I can’t wait for him to fuck me. Part of me is craving it. Shit, who am I kidding? He’s starting to become a drug – one that I crave even when I’m in the same room as him.
“I’ll give you want you need. I’ll always take care of you babe,” he murmurs. He grabs the bottle and squirts a good amount of lube on his hand before running it along his length. Fingers start to probe me again, I feel the cold liquid being spread around my ass before he slowly sinks his finger in me again. My hips buck back against him and I hear his slight intake of breath. “I love seeing you like this.” A hand comes down on my ass again and I have to bite my lips to keep from yelling out.
He rubs the head of his dick along my crack and I can feel his piercing through the condom. As soon as he starts to push his way in, I start to feel shit I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be falling for this guy. Not after this short period of time and definitely not if he’s a biker. His hips slowly thrust in and out, gaining inch by inch with each thrust. Biting my fist, I try to keep out from screaming. Fuck he feels so damn good.
When he fills me completely, he leans his hard, strong body against mine. His lips trace the edge of my ear and his breath fans over my skin. “Being inside you makes all the bad shit disappear.” His teeth trail along the skin of my cheek and down to my neck where he bites down on the tender skin.
I can’t help but moan at all the sensations and the way his words make me feel. “Fuck.” I grunt out when he starts to move in and out of me. Each slam of his hips is rough, but I crave the feeling of him taking me this way. Each thrust feels amazing, I can feel myself getting harder. Reaching down, I start to run my hand up and down my shaft. One of his hands comes around to play with my balls. The feel of his lips on my neck brings pleasure that I’ve never experienced before.
His hand wraps around my neck and he pulls my head back onto his shoulder. His lips find mine and he kisses me until I can’t breathe. I can’t even function with all the things I’m feeling. My balls tighten and I’m going to come. Before I can even say the words, he’s running his rough hand up and down my shaft, pulling my orgasm from me.
He plunges into me harder and deeper, almost at a frenzied pace as his orgasm hits him. His grip on my neck tightens and he kisses my mouth roughly as he comes. I swallow the sounds of his grunts as he rides out his orgasm, slowly his motions until his body melts into mine. “God.” He moans into my neck. His lips trail a line along my collarbone before he pushes himself up and off me. “I love the feel of your tight ass.” He gives it one last slap before he pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trashcan close by.
I stand up and turn to face him. His eyes look almost hollow for a split second before they change to the light grey color they naturally are. “You okay?” I ask running my hand down the side of his cheek. He leans into my touch and one of his arms wraps around my waist, pulling me to him.
“I’m better now that I’m with you.” His tongue swipes over his lips and he leans down to bite my lower lip. I watch his features and I notice that he’s hesitant, almost guarded. He doesn’t want me to know whatever happened today.
“You taste like beer.” He says with a grin. I shrug and start to move towards the bed.
“I may have had a couple.” I finally answer when he doesn’t let me go. At my answer, his grip loosens on me and I am able to get in bed. He follows me and cuddles up behind me. His arm wraps around my chest as he kisses my shoulder blade.
“Shitty day?” he asks. His voice is like a salve being applied to my broken soul.
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“You have no idea.” I murmur. His arms tighten around me and I close my eyes, letting the rhythm of his heart thump against my back.
“Sorry babe.” He mumbles, burying his face into my neck. I run my fingers along his arm that is wrapped around me. He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, but the silence is comfortable. “I would have stopped by when you sent me that message, but my best friend River sent me a text that wasn’t like herself.” He pauses and I feel him blow out a breath.
“She said she needed me. If you knew her, you would know she doesn’t need anyone. She’s got a mouth on her sometimes and can handle herself. I taught her to fight in high school. So to see her message, I knew something was wrong.” His lips find my skin again and he presses a soft kiss where his mouth is.
“Is she okay?” I ask. My profiler instincts kick in and I want to help if I can. I know I haven’t told him what I do for a living, but I know as soon as I do, he’s going to bolt. If he’s an outlaw biker there is no way we can be together. I haven’t had enough of him to lose him already. I need more time.
“I don’t know. Physically, she’ll be fine. Mentally, I have no fucking clue. She isn’t talking. I think she’s in shock. Some asshole hurt her and I wasn’t there to protect her like I should have.” His words hit me hard. Thoughts of my little brother hit me and I have to hold my breath. Closing my eyes, I try to focus on something other than him. I need to stay strong.
When I get my composure back, I turn in his arms and face him. “You should be with her, not here.” His eyes close and when they open again, I can see the anger and hurt in them.
“My brother is with her. She hasn’t left his side since we picked her up at her apartment.”
I can’t imagine what he’s feeling right now. If it were me, I would be out there trying to find out who the fuck hurt her. Just as I’m about to offer my help, his phone starts to go off again in his jeans pocket.
Chapter Seventeen
The ringing of my phone breaks the moment we were just having. I’m not one to spill my fucking guts to someone, much less someone outside of the club. Well, except River. Just thinking about what she went through is tearing me up still. Fuck. I can only think that I failed her somehow. I should have been there. That fuck head is going to wish he never preyed on her when Seb and I are done with him.
The ringing doesn’t end even after I ignore the first call. Sighing, I get up and grab the phone from my jeans. Looking at the screen, I hit the answer button and slide back into bed with Spencer. “Yeah?” I grumble.
“When you coming back?” His voice sounds tired and I get it. Sitting up watching her is probably the hardest thing for him right now. Even though Seb doesn’t admit it, I know he has some major feelings for her.
“In the morning.” I answer roughly.
“You heard Pops; we aren’t supposed to be out alone. What if the Feds pick your ass up?” He’s getting pissed and part of me doesn’t blame him. If it were the other way around, I’d be pissed too.
“Nothing’s going to fucking happen. Chill out. I’ll swing by my place to check on her.”
“Don’t be a fucking idiot. We have the family to think about too. It isn’t just about us anymore.” He spits into the phone.
“You think I don’t know that shit? You may be in love with River, but she’s been my best friend for years. Even when you were too stupid to see her, I was there for her. So don’t try and make me feel bad. Fuck you Seb.” I don’t bother waiting for his response. I hang up and set the phone down next to me. Putting my arm over my eyes, I take a few calming breaths.
As soon as his arm drapes over my side, all the anger vanishes. He calms me. Call me stupid, but I could fall in love with him without any effort. Lying on my back, I watch him. He moves closer to me and his face leans over mine. “If you need to go, I get it.” Instead of answering him, I reach up and wrap my arm around his neck, pulling his face down to mine.
“No. I’m right where I want to be.” The minute his lips hit mine, I can breathe again. The suffocation I was starting to feel disappears and the only thing I see is him.
“Elijah,” he whispers.
“Spencer.” I kiss him lightly. “Just give me this. I need this.” I look into his eyes and after a few seconds he nods. I pull him down on my body and he rests his cheek on my chest. “Thank you.” I whisper to him.
“I’d do anything for you.” His voice trails off almost like he wasn’t ready to share that information with me.
“You have no idea.” I reply, before closing my eyes and falling asleep to the sound of his soft breathing.
The bright sunlight shines through his open window. Groaning, I roll over onto my back. Spencer moves with me and cuddles into my side. His eyes are still closed, but his warm body pressed against mine feels like heaven.
“I don’t want to go to work.” He says kissing my chest.
“Then don’t.” I murmur, running my hand down his back.
“I have to. After leaving early yesterday, I’m now way behind.” His breath warms my skin. I think of some of the things I can do to him before I get going, but my phone has different ideas than me. Grabbing it from next to the pillow, I see Seb’s name on the screen. “What?” I grit out. He’s fucking called more in the last night than he’s done all our damn lives.
“I can’t get her to stop crying. I don’t know what to do.” He sounds stressed as fuck and I kind of feel bad for him.
“I’m on my way.” I hang up before he says anything else. I don’t want to hear anything else. I need to get to her. If I can at least calm her down, then shit will get better. I hope it gets better.
I turn to look at Spencer, but I can already see the understanding in his eyes before he even says “Go.” I lean towards him and press my lips to his. His scent fills my nose and I know that I’ll never tire of that smell.
“She needs you. Go be with her.” I force a smile at his words. It kills that she’s going through this. She’s strong; I know she will make it through this even stronger than before.
“Thank you.” I whisper. I’m headed into unchartered territory and I have no fucking idea what I am doing. I don’t know if he is really going to be here when I finally come back, or if he’ll still see me when I have the blood of another man on my hands. He has no fucking clue the man I am on the outside. Right now he’s only seen the me that is deep down inside of me, not the man my family and brothers see every day.
Getting out of his bed, I grab my jeans and pull them on quickly along with my tee and boots. When I finally slow down for a second, I see him wearing a pair of jeans low on his hips. His tan skin on display, the bars from his nipple rings are like beacons trying to bring me back to bed with him. Walking towards him, I wrap an arm around him and pull him to my body.
“I’ll call you later.” I mumble against his lips. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me closer to him.
“You better.” A soft smile forms at his lips and I can’t help but grin back at him. He’s slowly grabbing ahold of my heart in the matter of days. I’m so fucking screwed.
Before I pull away, I kiss him once more before I grab my phone and head out the door.
When I finally get back to my house, I see Seb standing on the porch. He looks stressed the fuck out and I can only imagine the shit he’s feeling. He’s got the same look on his face that Brant did when Anslie was raped and abused by that crazy fucker. “You okay?” I ask when I put my kickstand down. The engine goes silent and I walk over to him.
He rubs his hands over his face a couple of time before he finally looks at me. “No. Seeing her like that…” He trails off and shakes his head. “How the fuck was B able to look at Ans without wanting to fucking kill everyone who had ever hurt her? Right now, I want to fucking kill every bastard that has ever looked at her wrong. I want to gut the bastard who put her in this spot.” He blows out a breath and I feel the same anger he does.
“We are going to make the bastard pay for wha
t he’s done to her. As for Brant, I’d talk to him if I were you. He’s going to be your best bet at figuring this shit out if you want her like I know you do.” I put my hand on his shoulder for a second before I make my way inside.
I follow the sounds of her crying. When I find her in my bed, I see the tears streaming down her face. She’s never been one to sleep in my extra room. She demands that she shares my bed. Walking towards her tiny body that’s curled up on the bed, I can see that she’s shaking. The more she cries, the louder she gets. Climbing into my bed, I lie on my side and face her.
“I’m right here babe.” I whisper. Her head tilts up slightly before she scoots her way towards me. As soon as she’s close enough, I pull her body into mine. She buries her face into my neck and starts to sob. Running my hand down the back of her head and down her back, I do my best to comfort her. I don’t know how to deal with this shit.
I tried my best to not have to deal with the emotions like this. I hate seeing her cry.
I lay with her for what feels like minutes, but turns out to be hours. When Seb comes back, he looks like he’s showered, but that’s it. He still looks like he hasn’t slept and I hate that for him. He’s never let a girl take over his emotions before.
“She asleep?” He finally asks after a few minutes of watching her in silence.
“Yeah.” I respond. The sound of my own voice is foreign to me.
“Dad and Prez are here. They brought Anslie with them.” I nod and slowly pull out of her grasp. I need to talk to them. They brought Anslie for a reason. They are going to try and get her to talk to River, and hopefully help her through the shit she’s going through.
“Let’s go figure out a plan.” I get up from the bed and press a kiss to her cheek lightly. She stirs a little, but doesn’t wake up. Heading for the living room, I see all three of them sitting on the couches. Anslie looks like she might cry and our father’s look pissed.
“How is she?” Anslie asks first.