Chapter 15

Doc

I leanagainst my bike near the exit I know she will take. It's on the other side of the hospital where Noah was admitted, and I'm not stupid; she'll try to dodge me every chance she gets. I guess she didn't count on Breaker being on my side since finding out the truth, the same truth I now need to tell her.

Fuck, she's going to kill me….

I tap my finger against my leg as the need to have her wrapped around me on my bike pulls hard. I can't go this long without seeing her again, hearing her beautiful voice; it's time to tell her everything, and honestly, I don't know who will be more pissed, her for what I did or me for what she made me do.

I hear the creak of the metal door and bite my bottom lip as the beautiful woman walks out the back exit looking sheepish. She's hunched over a little. Worried about being caught, and laughter bubbles up in me. I have to be serious, though, even if it's hard to be right now.

I take a good look at her as she gently shuts the door, hoping not to alert security. But I've already spoken with them, so the silent alarm she's just set off won't get a second thought.

I tilt my head. She's changed. Her waist is narrower, her cheekbones sunken, and she looks so fucking sad, and I hate it. She used to have this glow about her, but it's gone.

The urge to bring it back hits me deep.

As soon as she shuts the door, she visibly tenses, and I cross my arms over my chest and smirk.

She knows I'm here. Our bodies are in tune with each other's, and the only reason I didn't feel her going into Noah's room is because I felt so fucking numb, only feeling alive again when I saw her.

Fuck, she's a vision.

She takes several deep breaths, her shoulders rising and falling. Before she can open the door with the hand I see slowly making its way back to the handle, I call out, "Don't even think about it, Pixie. Get on the bike; it's time you and I have a chat."

She doesn't move, her body visibly shaking. I know it is not out of fear but anger and hurt that I put her through. I plead, "Please, Pixie, half an hour, that's all I ask…."

I wait a few minutes, silently promising to throw her over my shoulder if she doesn't come, when she slowly turns, and our eyes connect. My body lights up, and the feeling of fire hits me.

My Pixie.

She takes a deep breath and walks toward me. My breathing is easier the closer she gets, all the anger slowly easing, and the hollow feeling dissipating around me.

When she's in front of me, I don't move. I take in every little feature, from the darkness beneath her eyes, to the small freckle near the corner of her top lip that I love to kiss. My eyes start to tear, struggling to understand that she's here. I sniff and stand, taking the helmet off the seat behind me. I turn to her to see her eyes on my arm, her brows furrowed.

I rasp, "I wrecked my bike a few days ago. I'm okay."

I place the helmet on her head as she whispers, "Again?"

Gently, I take her hand and guide her to my bike, my freshly painted bike.

Fuck, I'm surprised the thing still runs with how I've treated it lately.

I grip her hand as goosebumps rise across my skin. I ignore her question, not at all shocked Breaker told her what I've been up to, and help her on my motorcycle. I climb in front of her and turn the bike on, revving it, waiting.

She knows what I want.

She takes a few moments, but finally, she scoots forward, her front presses against my back as her arms go around my waist. One hand splaying on my abs, the other gripping my cut, and then finally, fucking finally, her head laying against my back. I feel like I'm home.

I don't move for about five minutes, my hands splayed on top of hers, enjoying the feeling, my tears freely falling. Seeing her in that room after so long, I thought I was dreaming, but now, her holding me, I don't want to move. I want to freeze in this moment.

It isn't until she squeezes me that I sigh and rev my bike, spinning out of the maintenance parking lot.

I take the long way back to the club, not wanting to lose her warmth, placing my hand on her calf as much as possible before I get to the front gates. David lets me in instantly, not looking at the person on my back, probably thinking it"s Prue, despite her never riding bitch.

I thank my lucky stars, and speed off down the dirt path toward my house before anyone can notice us. The brothers aren't aware she's back yet.

Fuck, I'm happy the bitch is at her apartment tonight and not in the club.

When I get near my house, I press the button for the garage, not at all bothered about her seeing the Range Rover. I just manage to squeeze the bike in. It's a tight squeeze with my truck in here as well, but I don't need anyone to know I'm home.

I need this time with Kennedy to get everything on the table.

I climb off first before helping her off, taking her helmet off as her eyes go to the vehicle she's dreamed of having.

She asks, "New car?"

I hum, placing her helmet back under my seat, and admit, "It's yours," making her head whip my way in shock. I shrug and go to the side door before looking over my shoulder. I see her eyes go to the Range Rover before she looks around.

"Come on, Pixie," I rasp, but she shakes her head. I know what she's thinking, but she's about to be proved wrong, and I snap, "You either move your ass, baby, or I come over there and throw you over my shoulder."

Her eyes widen. "And what exactly are you going to tell your old lady when you carry me through her home, huh?"

I smirk. "My old lady is currently standing in front of me being stubborn." She opens her mouth to speak, fire burning in those beautiful dark green eyes of hers, but I state loudly, "Now, are you going to get your ass inside or shall we discuss, right here, why you decided to bury a fucking body to protect me!"

She freezes before her breathing picking up, her eyes wide. She bites her bottom lip, thinking before nodding, and then walks over to me. I open the door, and she bends under my arm, going in. I follow her through the kitchen and watch as she takes in the living area and the different furniture from when she was last here. She raises a brow.

I just shrug and admit, "My anger has been hard to control," causing her to furrow her brows, concern shining for me. Shaking her head, she turns and walks over to my fireplace, looking at all the pictures of us over the years on the mantelpiece for a few minutes before she speaks.

"Pretty sure Prue hates this, huh?"

I grunt from where I'm leaning against the counter, my arms crossed over my chest, and admit, "Wouldn't know, she's never been here. This house, Kennedy, is your dream home. I built it for you, no one else."

She looks my way, tears shining, and states, "And yet you made her your old lady after telling me you were broken up. You told me you loved me, but she's wearing your cut."

I shake my head. "Baby, Prue and I were never together to begin with. We had four dates, that's it, and fucked once." Her eyes widen.

Finally, after too long, I admit, "She filmed you burying Nick."

She takes a step back in shock, and I tilt my head.

"Pixie, she tried telling me she was pregnant with my child after that one time I fucked her, admitting she poked holes in the condom, the same child she apparently gave birth to and buried months ago, yet Tech can't find fuck all on it." I push myself up and stalk toward my girl as her mouth hangs open. I continue, "When she didn't get what she hoped after claiming she was pregnant…. She showed me her phone. She showed me the love of my fucking life burying a body to protect me." She squeezes her eyes tight before looking at me again. When I stand in front of her, her tears falling, I sneer, "I had to make that bitch my old lady because she has footage I can't fucking find, footage that Tech can't fucking find. Footage that can send you to jail. I hurt you, Kennedy, to fucking save you, all while destroying myself in the process. And before I could let you know, you fucking left!"

I shake my head and turn around, running my fingers through my hair before I look at her again and point. "I've spent nearly a fucking year without you because of your actions; what the fuck were you thinking, Ken, huh?"

She places the back of her hand over her mouth and sobs. "I was thinking that I didn't want you to go to jail for defending me."

I shout, flinging my arms out, "I don't give a fuck about being sent down, Kennedy. I've just had to spend a year without my fucking heart, not hearing her voice, not seeing her laugh or smile—nothing is worse than that."

Her cheeks redden, her eyes blazing over with anger before she shouts back, "How about watching the man you love claim another girl right in front of you after taking your virginity? I'm pretty sure that's worse, Lucas!"

I growl, picking up the glass bowl on the coffee table before throwing it against the wall, causing Kennedy to jump in shock. I state, my voice low, "I am hanging on by a fucking thread, Kennedy." She flinches at the use of her full name, and I state, "Did you really think I wanted to do that, to hurt you that way? I have spent the past eight years loving you; you are all I've ever fucking wanted, and when I finally fucking have you, when I finally have the chance to make you mine and give you my cut, I get fucking blackmailed by the bitch I only dated because I was trying to get over you. I had to hurt you to protect you, Pixie. I, fuck…."

I drop my head, my eyes filling with tears.

She whispers, "I would have gone to jail for you, Lucas."

I look at her, letting her see my pain, and admit, "Then I would have died. You calling me, even not speaking, is what got me through, Pixie. You are all I fucking think about, and knowing you spoke to my sister, to Sniper and Breaker, it fucking hurt, Kennedy–it hurts! You never gave me the chance to explain; you fucking left me. When she said she was pregnant, I knew," I slam my fist into my chest, "I knew she was lying. She wanted my patch and did everything she could to get it, all while I lost my whole world and my reason to fucking live!"

Her tears fall as she steps toward me, her hands going to my face. I instantly place mine over hers, closing my eyes, enjoying her touch as she whispers, "I didn't know what to do, Lucas. The man I love claimed someone else, and I felt like dying, so I ran. I had a job waiting for me, and I know it looks like I took it without looking back, but I did look back, Lucas, every single day. I struggled, and I don't think I've been truly happy, but I just don't know how I can forgive you after so much hurt between us. You've hurt me, and I've clearly hurt you without realizing it, without wanting to realize it, and with her still around, wearing your cut." I open my eyes, locking them with hers. "I-I think maybe we just weren't meant to be…."

Pain shoots through me, unwilling to believe that, and I lean forward, placing my lips on hers to prove she's mine, that we are meant to be together.

She gasps, giving me the perfect opportunity to move my tongue past her lips, tangling it with hers, her taste hitting me instantly. She kisses me back, her hands going from my stubbled cheeks, gliding their way into my hair as she grips it.

"We were always meant to be, Pixie. I won't lose you. I fucking refuse," I rasp against her lips before kissing her harder.

She stands on her tiptoes as my arms wrap around her. I lift, causing her legs to wrap around my waist, and I blindly take us upstairs, my lips not leaving hers as my tongue slides against hers.

When I manage to get us in our room, I lay her on the bed, my body going over hers as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans, removing my hard cock. My hand finds her wet panties making me groan before I rip them from her body, and I rasp, "I can't wait, baby; I fucking need you. This is going to be quick, but I'll make it up to you."

I place my cock at her entrance, my eyes holding hers as I link our fingers together, placing them near her head, and then, I thrust forward hard. I stop when I bottom out, scared of coming too fucking soon.

The last time I fucked a woman was when I was inside Kennedy. That was nearly a fucking year ago.

She gasps and throws her head back, and I can't help it. I lean down and sink my teeth into her neck, biting down while moving my hips back, and then thrusting forward. We don't make love; we fuck, getting the need for each other out of the way before I spend the rest of the night loving her and her body.

My lips find hers again, my tongue pushing past her lips, licking her mouth as I piston my hips, drilling into her, ensuring to tilt my hips to hit her g-spot as she squeezes her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my hands. I can feel my spine tingle, telling me my orgasm is coming too quick. That what's happens when going so long without her. My hips go faster, her walls squeezing me as wetness spreads between us, making me groan against her mouth, her orgasm pulling mine, and I come, painting her walls with my seed.

I slow my movements before removing my mouth from hers. Keeping my hips deep inside her, I rub my nose against hers, my eyes taking her in. Her head is thrown back, breathing hard, looking flushed and absolutely beautiful.

I move my gaze to her neck, my mark red and raw, making my stomach flip. I look further down. I furrow my brows when I see pink and red roses on her collarbone.

She has a tattoo.

I let go of her hand to move the neck of her dress down and get a better look, but she grips my hand, making me look at her. She leans up, kissing me, trying to distract me, and it works because I melt, the tattoo completely forgotten as I mold my body against hers. My half-mast cock gets harder, ready for round two, not giving a shit we're both still mostly clothed.

I sit on the edge of the bed a few hours later, watching as Kennedy's chest rises and falls. The sheet just covers her generous tits, tits that are full of my bite marks. I gently run my fingertip over my name on the inside of her arm. I didn't notice it last night. I finally got a good look at the tattoo on her collarbone, the name Layla highlighted, and a date. That date…. It's the first time she called me all those months ago.

Maybe the child she lost at work?

I want to ask her, but she'll shut down on me. She made it perfectly clear that with Prue still around, we'll never happen, and I know she'd rather go to jail than have the bitch wear my cut.

I won't lose her either way. I refuse.

I lean forward and kiss her head, inhaling her, knowing that tomorrow morning she'll claim tonight was a goodbye. I grab my phone and head downstairs.

I need help; Tech is at a loss. I put the device to my ear as I hang my head, sitting on the couch, my back stinging from her scratch marks, and I relish in the pain.

He answers after six rings.

"Please fucking tell me this is an emergency, and I don't need to kick your ass," my prez answers, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

I rasp, "I need your help, Hunter."

I hear a rustle, and Sarah, his old lady, asks if everything is okay. He reassures her before a door shuts, and he commands, "Tell me everything, Lucas."