Gigi: A Black Sentinels MC Novel

by Johns, Victoria

  Edward went to take a step forward, but the least threatening of the Hermanos, a guy you could easily dismiss, stopped him in his tracks and gave him a look that had him backing down.

  I loaded Gigi up before they produced guns and convinced us to let her stay with Edward, and watched as her brother and the quiet Hermano got in a very heated discussion as we pulled away.

  “She needs to stay in your room at the compound, Gears.”

  “Ma’ll—”

  He shot me down. “I want her here, just in case.”

  I didn’t think about what could happen now. I just steam rollered ahead and took what I wanted, fuck the consequences.

  “What if—”

  “I’ll make sure she’s fine.” I had no idea how JP would do that but I was beyond relieved to know he would. The man would never let me down. “Gigi, honey, I’m going to make some phone calls and get someone over to the house to sort out your momma, okay? Not the time to ask this shit, but we don’t have a lot left. Did she have any special wishes?”

  Her eyes filled with tears, but she took a deep breath and pushed them away. “She should be with my dad, I think.”

  “Alright, go get some rest.” I watched as he stepped forward and kissed the top of her head, the same way he did with Angel when he was trying to comfort her.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Don’t thank me. This is how things are in our family.” I watched his back as he walked away and felt as damn near emotional over his kindness as she did.

  The room in my compound was the same shitty mess it had been when she’d run from it before, but there was nothing I could do about it now. “Why don’t you take a shower and change into your PJ’s? I’ll rustle up some take out.”

  “I, uh, don’t have any PJ’s,” she said nervously. I threw a questioning look at the bag she’d dumped in the corner of my room. “I’ll explain that later. Can I borrow a t-shirt?”

  Praying like fuck I had a clean one, I rifled through my meager closet and passed her the first one I came to after giving it a quick sniff just to make sure it wasn’t overly ripe and unwashed.

  Two hours later, after her shower, we’d eaten take out, watched a bit of TV and she’d finally finished telling me about her mom’s confession letter. When she dropped the bombshell that the bag she’d brought with her contained money from under the floorboards that her mom had stashed for her, I pretty much spat my beer across the room.

  Her situation was all kinds of fucked up.

  Her mom had been in a relationship with a Hermano—from the sounds of it an original Hermano. Edward was a fucking Hermano and he knew it. Somehow, I needed to go and let Prez know, because if they protected their family like we did ours then taking her was as close to an act of war between two MCs as you could get. The Sentinels were a good, clean club, but we had people among our ranks who would defend our world, territory and family as ferociously as the Hermanos in the blink of an eye.

  Even knowing all that, I was having a real hard time concentrating.

  She was laid out next to me in a t-shirt, my t-shirt, that came to her mid-thigh, and she was by far the sexiest thing I’d ever been this close to. I thought she’d be nervous, but she wasn’t. The girl had been violated and ran out on me when things got heavy before, so I was conscious of making her feel comfortable and safe. As turned on as I was, I had to keep that in mind. When she yawned a few times, I leant over, kissed her cheek and said, “Goodnight, baby.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “I think it’s best if I sleep in another room tonight.”

  Gigi looked horrified. “Please don’t. I feel… I don’t want to be alone. I’ve always felt alone even in the house with Momma, but now she’s really gone… I don’t want to be alone.”

  I sat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want you to feel like that, but I’m so fucking worried about scaring you. You’ve been through so much and I want to be there for you, in the right way.”

  “Being with me is being there in the right way. You don’t scare me, Gears. I scare me. I should be terrified of every little thing. After all, I’ve lived in fear since my daddy died, but with you I don’t feel that way. My heart feels like it’s found its home.”

  She ducked her head and looked at the floor as she finished words that nearly took me to my knees. There was no way I was going anywhere now.

  “You feel uncomfortable, you tell me, and I give you space. You want me to keep my clothes on?”

  Gigi shook her head, and like a teen about to bed his first ever girl, I stripped off feeling her eyes watch me, flicked off the light and climbed under the sheets beside her.

  There was an acre of space between us and I had no idea what to do, but like the brave person I knew she was deep down inside, I felt her slide towards me. The minute her skin touched mine, I felt myself break out in goosebumps. Letting her get comfy, I let her shuffle and rearrange us until she was tucked up under my arm and flush against my side. It felt like the most natural thing in the world—like Gigi Livingston had been made to fit into all the soft spots, contours and edges of my body.

  “Gears?” she whispered, so quietly that I struggled to hear it over the fierce thumping of my heart.

  “Yeah.”

  “If I wanted to you kiss me, would you?”

  The thumping got more intense.

  “I would.”

  “I want you to kiss me.”

  I swallowed around the fear that she was forcing this need she had.

  “We don’t have to—”

  Gigi interrupted me by putting her lips on mine. The kiss started out so slowly, both of us pouring our hearts and souls into it before it got heated. I knew I should pull back, but I also knew this was important to her. She had some demons to exorcize and if letting her set the pace helped her then so be it.

  Abruptly, she stopped the kiss and pushed away from me. I watched as she grabbed the hem of her borrowed t-shirt and pulled it up over her head.

  “Gigi, stop, baby.”

  “No.” She swallowed around the word. “I want to be with you. Everything in my life has always felt off kilter until I met you. I want to be this person for you.”

  “Baby, there are more intimate things than sex.”

  Gigi resumed her position against my side, under the crook of my arm, her budded nipple tickling my flesh as she snuggled back into place. “I need to live my life. I need you to erase all that other… stuff.”

  This was too big a responsibility.

  What she was asking me was so huge, even Goliath wouldn’t be strong enough to take on the task. “Fucking hell, you are the most dangerous creature on the planet.” I exhaled in frustration.

  “Why?”

  “Because I already know I’ll never be able to say no to you. Like right now, you’re offering me the most precious gift and there’s every possibility I could fuck it up, lose you or really fucking break you, but I still can’t find it in me to talk you out of it.”

  “I’m yours,” she whispered.

  “You’re mine,” I replied, reversing the declaration we’d made to each other previously. “Say the word and I stop.”

  Gigi didn’t answer, just started to kiss me again.

  I kept all my moves slow, making sure she knew where I was heading before my hand made contact. Her tits were perfect and when I gently ran a finger from the bottom of one, up the swell and over the top of her nipple, I felt her shudder beneath me.

  Between every move I made, I drew on patience I never knew I had, giving her enough time to back out and close it down, but she never did. My cock grew unbelievably hard, aching for her attention, and if that was all I got tonight, I’d be blissfully content.

  I propped myself up on an elbow. I knew that getting on top of her would be the make or break move, and as slow as I could take that part, it was going to be inevitable at some point. As soon as my cock touched her thigh, I felt her hand slide down my front until it teased the top of
my boxers. She was dangerously close to touching me, and even though I knew I shouldn’t, I prayed that she’d make that physical contact once, just so I could feel my heart hammer wildly out of control in my chest.

  Following her lead, I stopped massaging her tits and moved my hand down her front. When I reached the waistband of her panties, I pulled back from her lips. I needed to look at her face and assure myself that she was still here with me, not just letting me steam ahead without her being involved. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. Her face was shrouded in darkness, but I took heart in the fact that she was still touching me, teasing my cock.

  Approaching the danger point, I moved my fingers over the top of her panties and started to rub her through the material. Her head fell back and her hand squeezed my dick, urging me to continue. “Can I touch you, Gigi?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I slipped a finger into the side of her panties and guided it around her so slowly the need I felt alone was nearly killing me. I moved a finger between the seam of her lips and began to gently rub as her breathing increased. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, and her hands began to frantically grab at my dick. If she kept doing this, I wasn’t going to make good on her request. I was close to coming there and then. I upped my pace, sensing that she was going to orgasm soon. I needed her relaxed and wet enough to take me if I was going to go through with this. I needed to make sure she was as comfortable as possible. After a few more minutes, she clenched my shoulders and I took my opportunity to push a finger inside her.

  God, she was fucking amazing. I was in awe of her.

  “Okay?”

  “Yeah,” she moaned.

  “Want to stop?”

  “No, Gears, I want you.”

  Three simple words. I want you.

  I leaned around her to the nightstand and found a condom. I unwrapped it and wrapped it around my dick. “Open your legs, baby.”

  Gigi’s legs did what I requested, and I took my dick in hand, praying that what I was about to do was the right move. That I wouldn’t break her beyond repair. With her mom dead, I knew I was the only one she had in the world, and if I fucked this up, she’d have no one to put her back together again.

  Little by little, I pushed my cock inside her. Gigi never moved a muscle as I leaned down to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear. In darkness, I prayed we were in sync as much as I thought. I was completely relying on her body language to guide me.

  I thought I’d been nervous the first time I had sex with a girl, but that was nothing compared to this. I could remember how that girl winced in pain when I breached her barrier, but that didn’t happen here. Some motherfucker had already taken that pleasurable pain away from both us.

  When I was finally inside her, the thumping of my heart turned into a thunderous beat. As I leant on top of her, I could feel her heart beating against my chest. Whatever this was between us, it felt like fate, like we’d been drawn to each other and her misfortune had been some cruel design by the universe to help me find her. “How we doing?” I whispered.

  I felt her arms wrap around me. “We’re doing good.”

  “Can I move?”

  “Yeah.”

  Not completely trusting myself to keep my lust and need locked down to acceptable ‘first time’ levels, I pulled her towards me and rolled us over. “You do the moving, Gigi.” I figured if she was on top, she could control just about all of it.

  I felt her place her hands on my chest and kneel up just the barest fraction. When she was sure she could do it, her movements became more certain. While I’d had girls far wilder than Gigi—hell, what felt like fucking sexual gymnasts compared to this—this was far and away the most erotic experience of my life. Knowing that this girl placed all her trust in me did something to my insides.

  Someone walked outside the compound, causing a security light to trip on, and like some vision from heaven the outline of her body was illuminated through the darkness. Her head was titled back, her hair flowing freely, and she was moving up and down with slow, conservative movements.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I whispered, praying that I’d last until she’d taken what she needed from me.

  If I died tomorrow that vision would be burned into the back of my retinas. The only finer thing I could imagine was her stood beside me in white, or pregnant with my child.

  This was it for me.

  My world started and ended with her.

  Until I found her and we had this moment, when she placed all her faith in me, I’d been lost.

  “Gears,” she mumbled. I could feel her tighten and squeeze—thank fuck, she was close. I was so close, too. I reached a hand out and took hold of hers. Making her touch where our bodies joined, I pressed a thumb from our joined hands in to help her along. “Gears!”

  “That’s us, baby,” I told her, my voice raspy and thick with desire.

  “Us,” she confirmed, finally falling forward onto my chest, all breathy and spent as her body, in turn, took everything from me.

  “I’m never letting you go, Gigi. You’re it for me. Mine.”

  I’d never uttered truer words. I couldn’t imagine feeling this way about another person a second time in my life. I would scorch the earth to keep her safe and by my side.

  “Yours,” she affirmed.

  The familiar words sounded more like vows every time we said them.

  Gigi

  Three days later, a set of knuckles rapped on the door of Gears’ room at the compound where I was still living. I should have hated being cooped up there, but I was cooped up with him, the man who claimed my heart, chunk by chunk, every moment we spent together. I hadn’t returned to school. In truth, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I had no idea what was going on with my momma, but I was anxious to get her funeral sorted so I could start my life again, as just Gigi. I no longer wanted anything to do with the Livingston name. That name had brought me nothing but heartbreak and grief.

  “Gigi, honey, it’s JP. You got a minute.”

  Gears was in the bathroom, but I didn’t want to keep the man on the other side of the door waiting. He’d been so kind to me, and it was nice that someone wanted to talk to me instead of disappearing with Gears and talking in hushed tones where I couldn’t hear.

  “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Your brother called. He’s made the arrangements for your momma and wanted to make sure you knew.” That was a surprise. I felt sure she’d still be lying in that bed if it were left up to him. “I offered our help, but he’s a Hermano. He’ll get the help he needs from them. It’s the day after tomorrow. I’ve spoken to Gears’ mom, and she’s organizing you something to wear.”

  “Then it’s all sorted. It’s… nearly over.”

  “Something like that. We don’t want your mom’s last moment with you to descend into chaos, so Gears and his mom will go with you. We’ll be watching from afar. Edward reminded me that the Hermanos will be in attendance and a gathering of the Sentinels is not welcome.” JP’s eyes shifted when he saw my tense reaction to his statement. “No harm will come to you. We’ll have eyes on you, okay? Just go, say goodbye to your momma and then we’ll deal with the rest.”

  I nodded. My mouth couldn’t form words. Sensing that this was tough for me, he leaned forward and kissed my head again, like I might crumble to dust at any moment.

  Two days later, I stood in the pouring rain looking at a simple wooden casket on a frame next to a muddy pile of freshly dug earth. There was no one there but us. Gears stood on one side of me with his mom the other side holding an umbrella over us. On the opposite side of the coffin was Edward. He was all alone, but twenty feet behind were a few of his Hermano brothers. The last time we’d been there was to bury my daddy. Mom had held me while I broke down, all while Edward glared at the two of us like he had better places to be. Since my mother’s confession, I understood he really did.

  My eyes filled with tears and routinely spilled over onto
my cheeks before plopping off my chin and hitting the ground by my feet. I couldn’t look at the coffin. I was too mesmerized by the priest’s simple words and how the rain hitting the ground by my feet was splattering the front of my pants with muddy raindrops. The one thing I didn’t expect was how upset Edward appeared to be. For years I’d watched him hate on our momma, make her life a living hell, but now, faced with her lifeless body in a box in front of him, the emotion was clear for all to see.

  “Give her, O lord, your peace and let your eternal light shine upon her, Amen.” The priest stepped back and closed his wet Bible, while some guys from the funeral parlor lowered Momma down to her final resting place with my daddy.

  Mrs. Geary had been holding a single yellow rose. She handed it to me and held my hand, urging me to step forward. Gears came with us and put his arm around me as I kissed the petals of the rose and threw it down to her.

  Unable to bear it all any longer, including the look of regret and shame on Edward’s face, I turned to leave.

  “Ginny,” I heard him call. “Can I talk to you for a moment, please?” Gears froze beside me. I knew he’d sooner hand me over to the devil himself than let me talk to my brother. “Just for a moment. It’s important.”

  I pulled on the hand Gears was desperate to lead me away by. “I need to do this, Gears. I need to close this part of my life.”

  “We’ll wait by the car. It’s not far.” Gears turned to Edward. “Keep your fucking hands off her, and she goes nowhere near your brothers. Do the decent thing for once and give her some closure.”

  Edward nodded and didn’t move. Whatever he wanted to say he was going to do it beside Momma and Daddy. He waited a beat for the funeral bearers to leave and for Gears to be out of ear shot. “Ginny, I don’t have long.”

  “You are some special kind of asshole, Edward. Standing here, acting all upset when you made every last day of that woman’s life hell. Say what you need to say so I can be done with this.”

  “Saying sorry isn’t ever going to be enough for you, but the least I can do is give you an explanation.”