13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

“Oh God. Oh God.” I pant as Creed slams into me from behind.

“That’s right, beautiful. I’m your God and tonight you’ll pay worship to this cock that owns you.”

I grip the edge of the mattress so close to finding my bliss, but every time I am about to come, he pulls out and spanks my ass and my pussy. Showing me no mercy with every savage slap and thrust, as he fucks me like an unhinged animal. Sweat drips down my back and to the crack of my ass as he pulls out, only to slam back in.

Curving an arm around my waist, he pulls me upright to where I’m sitting on his thighs, back pressed to his chest. Our bodies stick together as I grind on his lap, feeling his dick twitching and pulsing inside me.

“You feel that, Lottie. Your pussy is choking the life outta my cock. Come for me. Come all over this cock.” His lips meet the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder as he pinches one of my nipples with one hand and rubs my clit with the other. “You’re taking me so good. So good. Fucking tightest pussy. So wet. I’m gonna come. Keep fucking me like that right there.” My dirty talking biker bites my neck, marking me with the imprint of his teeth. I know it will leave a bruise, but I don’t care. I want everyone to know I’m his and he’s mine. His body does a jolt, and his warmth coats my inner walls.

Even though he’s just gotten off, he maneuvers me where he wants me, putting me in the missionary position to make sure I get mine. Arms hooked under my knees, he lifts my ass and angles me so that every stroke of his cock hits the right spot every time.

I’m unraveling and unable to focus on anything but the burning in my lower belly as stars explode behind my eyes.

He pulls out and pushes two fingers inside me, forcing me to orgasm again and again till I’m squirting. My juices gush over his fingers as they continue to curl inside me. And when I think I can’t take anymore, he shoves those same fingers in my mouth and proceeds to eat me out again until I’m a blubbering mess, crying out, consumed by pure ecstasy.

One second, I’m still coming and the next thing I know is he’s got me in the shower, bathing me.

“There she is. Thought I fucked you into a coma.” He grins, appearing quite proud of the fact that’s exactly what he did. “Didn’t want to wake you, but there’s something we’ve gotta do. Cade’s here. Ghoul tracked his ass down.”

“What are you going to do with him? ”

“Make him watch me fuck you so he can be reminded firsthand of what he gave up and fumbled on.”

“Yeah no. That’s not happening.”

He mutters something under his breath beneath the spray of the water that I can’t understand. “While you were sleeping, I cut a deal. Not one I preferably am happy with, but it’s one I can live with.”

“What are you going to do with him?”

“You’ll see.”

I’m not sure I like the sound of that. Sure, I don’t want Cade back and he’s a dick, but I don’t wish him harm or worse. Death.

Once we’re both dressed, Creed escorts me out behind the clubhouse to a wooded area. We enter a clearing between some trees where some of the other club members have Cade on his knees at gunpoint.

There’s a man dressed in an expensive suit who would be handsome if it wasn’t for the scar running diagonally down the left side of his face partially through both his eye and his lips like someone tried to slice his face in half. With him are two guys dressed in all black, similar to the one who broke into my apartment.

“I’m sorry, Lottie. I never meant to involve you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rogue grits out, before smacking Cade in the back of the head in warning. “No one told you to speak. ”

“I hear you have something that belongs to me,” the man in the suit states, then nods toward Creed.

“I have the drive. Cade has given his word for whatever its worth that there aren’t any copies. In exchange for his freedom, you’ll get the drive and his laptop. And for facilitating this deal, the club gets fifteen percent of your sales for the next twelve months. You’ll also forgo any retaliation for the death of your man, since it was his own stupidity that got him killed. You ever so much as breathe near my woman again, I’ll kill you myself.”

I don’t know if his threat is meant for the man in the suit or for Cade. Maybe both. Creed shakes the drug dealer’s hand and gives him the drive. All I know is I’m glad this is over.

“What’s going to happen to Cade?”

“Don’t fucking care, but I won’t be surprised if he’s found in a landfill or simply disappears all together for good.”

“And you think that guy will keep his word?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Can’t say. That’s a future problem. He won’t want any trouble. If he’s smart, he’s realized we gave him a copy of Cade’s drive and if he fucks us, we’ll use the original however we need to.”

“I see.”

“I give you my word that whatever fate awaits Cade, it won’t be at my hands.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, hellcat.”

“I’ll take my keys now.”

“Real cute that you think you’re going anywhere.”

“I’ve got a job to get back to and a life.”

“I told you. There’s no reason for you to work unless you really want to.”

“It’s a sweet offer, but I can’t sit around all day waiting for you to call between jobs.”

“I want to start a life together.”

“I’m not saying no.”

“Not sounding like a yes.”

“Relationships are about compromising.”

“I can be persuasive.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Yeah.” He comes in close, dipping his head down to kiss me. “Come on. There’s something I want to show you.” He leads me to a distinct part of the property where there’s different plots of land reserved for what appears to be cabins. “Tyrant and Blair have their place over there. And this is going to be ours.”

“Ours?” my stomach does a pitch .

“Not losing any more time with you.”

“You’re moving way too fast. I’m not ready.”

“So what? We waste our time with me sleeping at your place when I’m in town during the week and on weekends you’ll sleep at the clubhouse with me until the build is complete? Lugging shit back and forth or buying double when it could be solved by you staying here with me.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is if you want it to be. Cabin will be ready to live in within two months, tops.”

“Okay. So, what’s wrong with us dating until then? I like my apartment.”

“It’s not safe.”

“It was until a few days ago. Now the threat is over.”

“I claimed you as mine to the leader of the Red Scorpions. You think that doesn’t put an even bigger target on your back if he retaliates against me or the club?”

“Well, geez. When you put it like that Creed, I can’t wait to move in with you.”

“Don’t be like that. You should be aware, is all.”

“And if I don’t want any of it?”

“You don’t want to be with me?”

“Of course I do, you idiot.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Lottie. You’re giving me a fucking headache.”

“If you’ll give me my keys, I’ll cure it for you real quick.”

“Pain in my ass, you know that. ”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Get used to it because this asshole is yours.”

I smirk and burst out laughing. “Is that so?”

“Not like that. Ain’t nobody touching my ass. Not even you.”

“What if it’s like a little surprise one day and you like it?”

“You shove your finger in my ass and I’m going to put my dick in yours.”

“You never know, you might like it. A lot of guys do.”

He stomps off back toward the clubhouse.

“What’s your problem?” I practically have to run to keep up with him.

He stops so abruptly that I practically run into his back as he turns to face me, all red-faced like a raging bull. “You think I want to hear how you’ve stuck your finger in some other guy’s asshole, and he liked it?”

I can’t stop laughing. He looks ridiculous. Even the tips of his ears are red. Like steam is going to blow out at any second.

“Do you see me laughing? It’s not funny, Lottie.”

“Are you jealous? You’re insane. I think you might be certifiable. And for your information, I was teasing you.”

“You being with other men isn’t something I find entertaining.”

“Okay, big guy. Noted.”

“Don’t call me big guy. ”

“Whatever. Have your man period or whatever this whole mood swing you’ve got going is. I’m going home.”

“You want your keys?” he yells at me.

“I do.”

“Too fucking bad.”

“You’re being childish.”

“Come on. Let’s get your shit. I’ll follow you to make sure you get there safe and sound.”

“Don’t do me any favors.”

“Think we’re already past that. I got your little boyfriend out of trouble for you. Is that what this is? You want to get back with him?”

“What? Where do you even come up with this shit? Are you hearing yourself? I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry. I just need time to process everything. You scare me, Seth.”

“Either you want this, or you don’t. There’s no having one foot in the door and the other ready to run at the first sign of trouble.”

“You should talk about running and pushing people away. That’s you. Not me.”

“I apologized.”

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Fuck me. Always got to have the last word, don’t you?”

“No.”

He throws his hands up .

“Are you done? I’m getting hungry and you owe me a dinner date.”

Suddenly he charges at me, dipping down, shoving a shoulder into my waist as he takes me over that shoulder, hanging me upside down, my head reaching his lower back.

“Put me down.”

“Quiet, Lottie.”