Chapter 6

Six

Fletch

A xel looks up from his laptop when I knock on the office door. He indicates for me to step inside, which I do, closing the door behind me. "I brought Gemma back to the clubhouse," I inform him, and he narrows his eyes. "I saw it as an opportunity," I rush to add.

"Oh, please enlighten me on this bright idea," he mutters sarcastically.

"She was drunk, vulnerable. I thought it was the best time to pounce."

"Until tomorrow, when she wakes with a banging head and realises she spent the night in the club she's trying to take down."

The door swings open and Grizz stomps in. "Did you realise there's a copper in your bed?"

"He was just filling me in," says Axel, shaking his head in wonderment.

"Stay outta my room. And ain't there a saying about keeping your enemies close?" I ask. "Besides, I found out there's currently no surveillance on the club."

"Well, I assume not, seeing as she's here," says Grizz.

"Unless it's all a ploy," Axel points out.

"Nah, Pres, she's wasted. Besides, she broke up with her fiancé and is pretty cut up about it."

"Either way, having her here is a huge risk," he says.

"Having her here shows we have nothing to hide. I wouldn't just let her stay over if we were up to no good, right?"

"I've got a bad feeling this is all gonna go wrong," Axel admits.

"It won't," I reassure him. "I've got this. She's already opening up to me."

"Pres is right," Grizz agrees. "We didn't think it through. She could be up there right now, snooping."

"She's too drunk, and all she'll find is condoms and lube."

"If you're gonna make any headway, you should be up there fucking her brains out," says Axel.

"She's only just had her heart broken. I've gotta play this carefully."

"He's got a point," says Grizz. "Treating her like a friend would probably go down better."

"Whatever," Axel snaps. "Just don't bring her here and leave her alone. She's your responsibility."

I give a nod and head back up to the room to find Gemma sleeping peacefully. I smile, realising she still sleeps with her leg thrown over the sheets while hugging the pillow. I forgot how cute she looked like that.

I kick off my boots and strip to my boxers before lying down carefully beside her. Just being close to her might make me feel less guilty for what I'm about to do to her world once again. Hearing how upset she still is did nothing to ease the way I feel. I sigh heavily, placing my hands behind my head and staring up at the ceiling. She came for me first, that's how I have to look at it.

I inhale, smelling vanilla, and slowly open my eyes. Gemma is snuggled against me with her leg thrown over mine, and I have my arms around her. She must sense I'm awake because she stirs too, stretching slightly before blinking her eyes a few times. I watch the confusion play out on her face, and when her eyes finally land on me, she gasps before unravelling from me and sliding over to the edge of the bed. "What the hell?"

I grin. "Don't pretend you're horrified, Snap."

"I just broke up with my fiancé."

I glance down at my morning hard-on and grin wider. "It might help you to feel better."

She eyes my erection and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "You're disgusting." I laugh, slipping my hand into my boxers. "What the fuck are you doing?" she gasps.

I close my eyes, shifting to get more comfortable as I wrap my hand around my thick cock. "What's it look like, Snap?"

"You can't do that in front of me," she hisses, pushing to stand. I smirk, running my eyes over the black lace underwear peeking out from under the shirt I leant her. And then she realises she's half-naked and tugs the shirt down.

"When did you become a prude?"

She glares indignantly. "I am not a prude. I just grew up."

I begin to move my hand slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on her. "And became a prude," I repeat. "You were so daring back then."

"Before I knew any better."

"You discovered you hated foreplay?"

Her cheeks burn a deeper red. "Where are my clothes?" she demands.

"In the wash."

"I can't leave here like this," she snaps.

"Then stay." I move my hand some more, and her eyes glance there before she spins around, turning her back to me. "Even better," I remark, checking out her backside again. "You got a good arse, Snap."

"Find me something to wear."

"Come on, Gem, relax. Let's have some fun."

"Seriously," she growls, then she marches for the door, ripping it open and stomping out the room.

I groan, diving off the bed and rushing after her. I catch her at the end of the hall. "Wait," I tell her, but she continues until I wrap my arms around her waist and press her against the nearest wall. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I'll get you something to wear."

I feel her sag slightly, and then she turns in my arms and stares me in the eyes. "No more funny business," she warns.

I give a slight nod as my erection prods against her stomach. She arches a brow, and I smile. "Not my fault, you turned." I brush some stray hair from her cheek, and she gasps, her lips parting slightly. "Besides, you're so fucking beautiful, I can't help it."

A range of emotions passes over her face before she throws herself at me, taking me by surprise. She slides her arms around my neck and scrambles up my body until my hands grab her backside. I keep her against the wall, playing catch-up in my brain as her tongue explores my mouth. When I'm certain she's not going to change her mind, I carry her back to my bedroom and kick the door closed, not daring to break the kiss as I lower her to the bed.

Gemma

I push out the thousand doubts running through my mind as Fletch removes his shirt from me and runs kisses along my neck and over my chest. This could ruin everything I've worked hard for. Lord knows this would be enough for my father to have me kicked off the case.

I squeeze my eyes closed, allowing my mind to drift away and to lose myself in this moment. For once, I want to live in the moment.

Fletch pulls the cups of my bra down and stares for a second before taking my nipple in his mouth. A groan escapes me as he swirls his tongue over the swollen bud. He moves to the other, giving it the same delicious treatment. He slowly slides down my body, settling himself between my legs. Gently moving my knickers to one side, he wastes no time in swiping his tongue through my folds. Another groan escapes me. Peter hated giving me oral sex, and fuck, I've missed it. Fletch devours me, but it's not enough to drag an orgasm from me. I've always found it hard to let go unless I'm alone.

Fletch crawls back up my body, supporting himself on his arms as he stares down at me. "You gotta relax," he whispers, dropping a gentle kiss on my lips. Fletch was the first man to make me orgasm . . . and the last. Since him, no one's taken the time to bother. He taps my thigh and orders, "Roll over," and I do, because if I remember anything about Fletch, it's that he knows what he's doing. He slides a pillow under my hips and places one knee between my legs. I feel his hand there, rubbing his fingers through my juices before slipping one inside. "You ready, Snap?" he whispers, rubbing circles over my clit.

"Yes," I groan, burying my face in the sheets as he works his magic. He takes a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back.

I feel his breath at my ear. "You smell good," he growls, pushing another finger into me. I gasp as he moves them in and out, occasionally hooking them enough to hit that sweet spot. "I need to taste you some more," he continues. "Lift up, Snap."

I push onto all fours, and Fletch slides his face beneath me, hooking his arms around my thighs and tugging me down onto his waiting mouth. I shudder the second his tongue flicks my swollen bud. He pushes his fingers into me, moving them quickly, all the while licking and sucking. I come hard, my entire body vibrating with need.

I hear the faint sound of a packet ripping and then Fletch moves beneath me, sliding up my body. He smirks up at me, taking a handful of my hair again and pulling my mouth to his. I taste myself as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

His erection presses at my opening and he eases in, stretching me slowly, causing more sparks to ignite my nerve endings. Pushing me to sit upright, he unhooks my bra and stares at me with eyes full of lust. "Now, fuck me, Snap." I move, lifting off him and slamming down hard. He growls, cupping my breasts. "Again," he orders. I repeat the same action, and he closes his eyes. I move faster, lifting, dropping, lifting, dropping, until he grips my hips, stilling me. My breaths come in heavy bursts, and I know if he doesn't let me move soon, I might combust. I rock against him, and he releases my hips, allowing me to move freely. His thumb finds my clit and presses against it. I cry out, shuddering in surprise as I come apart for a second time. "My turn," he murmurs, spinning us until he's on top.

He pulls my hands until they're above my head, and he moves one of my legs up and over his shoulder before fucking me like a feral animal, thrusting so hard, I move up the bed. He comes on a roar, straining with his cock buried so far inside me, I feel it pulsing against my inner walls. "Fuckkk," he whispers, wiping the sweat from his forehead on the back of his arm. "Give me an hour, we're doing that again." And then he drops down beside me, breathing heavily.

I wait twenty minutes, until I'm certain Fletch is in a deep sleep, before slipping from his bed and creeping across to his walk-in wardrobe. I skim the rails of clothes, he always loved his designer shirts, and as I slip a black one from the rail, I notice it still has tags. I snap them off and pull it on. It's far too big, but what choice do I have? I can't be here when he wakes up, and we can't do that again. I find a belt and tie it around my waist to give the impression I'm wearing a shirtdress. When I go back into the bedroom, Fletch is wrapped in the sheets with his back to me, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I push my bare feet into my shoes.

I carefully open the door and slip out, rushing along the hall and down the stairs into the main room. I ignore the many bikers who are hanging around, but as I pass, I feel them looking my way.

"Officer?" The deep voice causes me to stop marching. I risk a quick glance as the club's president makes his way to where I am. "You okay?" I nod, turning my attention back to the exit and staring at it longingly. "Were you trying to sneak out of here?"

"No," I lie.

"You ashamed?"

"I just crashed for the night," I mutter, staring at the ground.

"You looked much more . . . confident last time you came by." I hear the smugness in his voice. He steps closer, and I fight the urge to step back. I won't back down from this man—I'm not scared. "I can smell the sex on you," he adds in a low whisper, and I clench my jaw in irritation. "Now, get the fuck outta my club. You're not welcome here."

I don't need to be asked twice, so I rush for the exit, sighing in relief when I break out into the fresh air.

I'm just out of the shower when there's a knock at the door. Still rubbing my hair with a towel, I pull it open to find my father there with Ruby. "You weren't picking up again," he spits, shoving Ruby into the house. She gives an eyeroll, and I smirk. She'd never do that to his face. "Your sister needs somewhere to stay for the rest of the week."

I frown. "How come?"

"Mum has one of her ‘bad heads'," she retorts, using air quotes.

I fight another smile. "Okay, no problem." Sarah is ten years younger than my father, but she's been with him since I was eleven years old. I still refuse to refer to her as my stepmother, or even a relation at all. We've never seen eye-to-eye, and since Ruby came along, things have been so much worse between us.

Ruby goes off to dump her bag in the room I had decorated just for her. "Have you made any progress?" he asks, looking around the room with a disinterested expression.

"You mean with the Demons?" I shake my head. "Not yet."

"Don't get too close," he says, still not meeting my eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"To him," he says, finally fixing me with a glare. "We don't need him coming back into our lives, into Ruby's life." And there it is, the real reason he doesn't want me to have anything to do with Fletch. "When Peter called to cancel dinner, he said you were working. Spending too much time on the case will give that biker the wrong idea."

"He's never been in her life," I say coldly. "We didn't give him a chance, remember?"

"And he never will be," he says firmly. "Make sure it stays that way." He heads for the door. "You know if he finds out the truth, he'll push his way into your life and hers. He's no good for you. He never was."

I remain in the doorway as he steps outside and turns back to me. "I didn't have to keep her," he reminds me. "I did that so you could still be a part of her life. I won't hesitate to put an end to that if you mess this up." He spins on his heel and stomps towards his car.

I slam the door and ball my fists. He's held Ruby over me far too many times, and I hate him for it. "You okay?" she asks from behind me, and I force a smile before turning to her.

"Yes, fine. How's school?"

She rolls her eyes and drops down on the couch. "Where's Perfect Peter?"

I smile at her name for Pete. "Why?"

"So I can avoid him."

I laugh. "Well, that won't be a problem from now on." I drop down beside her. "He's gone."

I feel her eyes burning into me as I reach for the television remote. "How come?"

I shrug, avoiding eye contact. "It just wasn't working."

"Thank fuck," she says, grinning.

I glare at her. "Language," I remind her, "and don't mention it to Father."

"Please, I'm almost fourteen. Kerry swears in front of her parents all the time and they don't even say anything. You're just my sister, relax." Her words sting, like they do every time she refers to me as her sister.

I tuck her hair behind her ear and cup her cheek. "You're so beautiful," I tell her, and she pulls away, making retching noises.

"You're so gross," she tells me, grabbing the remote. "Let's watch a horror."