Chapter Four

Wheels

GETTING SOUL'S CALL two weeks ago about Brooklyn and what happened to make her pass out the way she did when she got back to the compound filled me with rage and Anguish had to take me to the clubhouse before I could go back to the cabin. The rage consumed me to the point that I wasn't thinking clearly and couldn't realize through the thick haze that I wasn't in any condition to see Brooklyn. If I'd gone in the cabin, she would have been scared and that's the last thing I ever want to have happen when it comes to us. We've been her rock as she has claimed herself back from the years of torture and abuse she's suffered through. I will never let her see me as enraged as I was after getting off the phone with Soul. In fact, I had to hide that I went out to buy a new phone because I crushed mine before throwing it at the SUV so hard that what remained of it shattered. There was no saving that phone.

Anguish got me in the clubhouse where Goliath, Scorch, Nova, and Fetch were all sitting at the bar. The second they took one look at me, Goliath got off of his stool and went to our gym. We've added a sparring ring off the back of the room and that's exactly where he went. When Anguish led me through the doors, he had to force me to sit down long enough to tape up my hands. I removed my cut with robotic movements and Fetch took it after I gave him a nod to hang up on one of the hooks in the room. By the time Anguish got me ready to go, I was practically bouncing in my seat to get in the ring with Goliath.

Hulk and Goliath are the guys we go to when it comes to needing to get out some pent-up aggression and rage. They don't hold their punches and will put us on our ass in order to get us out of our heads and back to focusing on what's important in our lives. My time in the ring was spent getting hit repeatedly by Goliath who seemed to have his own rage to get out for some reason. Soul and I have been so focused on Brooklyn that we really haven't been spending much time with the guys at the clubhouse. I'll have to mention it to Soul so we can figure out a few days a week to have a beer with the guys or have them over for dinner. I'm sure Brooklyn would like to reconnect with Ophelia and Cricket again. We'll make it happen.

By the time Goliath was done beating my ass, I could finally see straight again as Anguish helped me from the ring and let me know we were going into church. I could shower and change after that was over. So, I took my cut from Fetch when he held it out to me and followed the guys toward our meeting room to have church. Our only topic of conversation was Brooklyn and what we were going to do about her situation.

Anguish let the guys know that we did find a tracker on her SUV when we checked it over. Soul added in what she told him and handed over the note left for her. Hulk is gonna see what he can find on the note as far as fingerprints. If he can't find anything, he'll bring in Darren to see if he can figure anything out. Darren knows not to let our shit get into anyone else's hands at the police station and will handle things himself. That's one of the reasons we like working with him so much and why he's gained our loyalty because he's never gone against his word and will honor anything he tells us.

By the time we were done with church, we all decided to put Theo on Brooklyn anytime she leaves the compound. He'll follow her around and make sure no one gets close to her for any reason. The only time he won't be on her so close is when she's at Soul Escape. He'll be at the club as an extra set of eyes on her, but Chayse, Country, Soul, and myself will step in if it's needed. Theo will appear as just another customer there to have a drink or two and not as if he's her bodyguard. Soul and I would be leery because he is so new to the club, but Scorch has been spending a ton of time with him and he let us know Theo's a trustworthy guy and will literally give his life to protect Brooklyn. Fetch will also help him depending on where Brooklyn has to go each day. If she's only going to the club, we won't need Fetch. When she goes into town, she'll have at least Theo and Fetch with her. Soul and I will also be freeing up more time to spend with her.

For the last two weeks, Soul and I have been taking time spending the night at the cabin with Brooklyn. Yeah, we essentially live with her there, but these days I'm there with her while Soul's at work and he's with her while I'm at work. Soul's been taking more nights off work at the club and letting Chayse run things when he's home. Soul does his job and handles all the paperwork, ordering, and everything else like usual, but he spends less time there. Fetch has been stepping up as an extra behind the bar and Moriah has been helping out as a waitress. Moriah hasn't been claimed by Fetch as an ol' lady for his own reasons, but she already steps up and acts just like an ol' lady of the club. Brooklyn can't go back to work until her headaches disappear completely. They're almost gone, but she still has a few times when one will hit her out of nowhere and they're as bad as migraines. Soul and I have quickly learned how to take care of her when one hits.

We put her in her room and make sure all the curtains are closed to keep all light out. Closing her bathroom door we make sure a towel is stuffed beneath the small crack to ensure the light doesn't seep into the room. Once that's all taken care of, we grab her a bucket in case she gets sick, a bottle of water sits next to her, and give her the medicine Doc handed over after she hit her head. One of us remains in the room with her while the other one is prepared to get anything they need while locked in her bedroom. We try not to get on our phones or do anything that will make her head hurt worse. When I'm with her, I make sure to hold her hand and let her know I'm there if she needs me, but remain silent as I watch her sleep and fight through the pain she's in. It's horrible and I would do anything to take it from her if I could.

Brooklyn had her stitches removed a few days ago and there's a faint scar left behind. When she first saw it, she cried because it's just one more added to her body and she hates them. Without things going to the next level between us, Soul and I can't show her how we feel about her body based on the few times we've seen her naked. When she lets us know she's ready for more, we'll be all in and show her exactly how sexy we find her and that each scar is a part of her and it shows how strong she is to have overcome everything she's been through so far in her life. Every single scar and mark on her is due to some kind of trauma that's been inflicted on her and only proves to me what a fucking warrior she is. One day, Brooklyn will be able to look in the mirror and feel the same about each mark covering her otherwise flawless skin.

"Wheels, what are we doing tonight?" Brooklyn asks me as she walks up behind me in the kitchen.

"Whatever you wanna do, Little Warrior. If you wanna watch a movie, we can put one on. You want to go for a ride, I'll take you around the compound on the bike. Once this mess is taken care of, Soul and I will take you for a ride and show you why we love ridin' so much. I won't take any chances with you for a few minutes of freedom and feelin' the wind wrap around your body. I'm makin' dinner right now. I thought we'd have burgers and some homemade fries to go with some grilled asparagus Nanny dropped off. Goliath and Hulk had dinner with her and she brought over the asparagus because you made a comment about likin' it before," I answer her as she leans against the counter behind me.

"I love grilled asparagus. No one would let me eat it before I left them. Bennett said it was part of the reason I'm so fat and can't lose my big ass," she states, her voice wavering as a flood of emotions fill her.

"Brooklyn, you are the least fat person I know. You need to fuckin' gain more weight if you ask me. I can see your damn ribs at times and I hate it. And your ass is fuckin' perfect. I'm not even gonna pretend like I haven't stared at your ass while you've been walkin' in front of me because it would be a damn lie. I'm an ass man and Soul is definitely a tits man. Just puttin' it out there. If you wanna eat somethin', fuckin' eat it, Little Warrior. Soul and I will never stop you from eatin' whatever the hell you want. You want ice cream for dinner, have at it. I'll have somethin' different, but I won't make comments or treat you like shit because you made the decision to eat somethin' different," I tell her, stepping up closer so I'm just starting to invade her personal space without touching her or making her feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Wheels," she says, placing her hand on my chest and causing my breath to still in my lungs as I let her do whatever she's about to.

"You don't have to thank me, Brooklyn," I state, my voice deeper as desire for this woman fills me like every other day I'm around her. "Soul and I will always make you feel safe, secure, protected, so you can be the person you're truly meant to be, and like the queen you are. That's not somethin' you'll ever have to thank either one of us for."

Brooklyn nods her head at me in response and I turn back to face the stove where the burgers are cooking. She grabs out the cheese before starting to cut up the vegetables she'll put on her burger. I'm not one who likes all that healthy shit on my burgers and will have only cheese on it with the bun while Brooklyn has the burger, cheese, ketchup, mayonnaise, and the vegetables she feels as if she has to eat during every meal. Another thing she still does from her time spent with Bennett and his family. Her parents certainly never had any money to buy fruit and vegetables unless they stole it from her and then it wasn't spent on food for her.

With the burgers finally done, I pull out the asparagus from the oven where I placed it to keep warm. I also pull out the homemade fries from the oven and place everything on top so we can dish up our plates of food. While I load mine up with as much food as possible, our girl takes barely enough food to feed a bird in my opinion. Brooklyn definitely eats more than she did when we first brought her back to the compound, but it's still not enough. Soul agrees with me on this subject.

Taking our plates to the couch in the living room, we sit down and I hand her the remote so she can choose something to watch during dinner. Soul is working tonight and I know he'd rather be here on the couch with us. Instead, he's suffering through the bullshit I've already dealt with today. Brooklyn sits closer to me than ever before and after she had her hand on my chest a little while ago, it does something to me and I have to hold back from pulling her into my lap. It doesn't stop me from watching her from the side of my eye as she nervously eats and tries to pretend as if she's watching the action movie we picked out.

When Brooklyn gets nervous, she does a few different things. One thing is biting her bottom lip to the point she almost draws blood. Everything in me is telling me to pull it from between her teeth and run my finger along the full, lush part of her mouth. I barely manage to refrain. Another thing she does is twirl a small section of her hair around her finger. Right now, she's pulling the strands so tight it's almost cutting off the circulation to her finger. Brooklyn presses her leg against mine as we remain sitting close and eating instead of talking. I can feel her trembling through my jeans as she eats faster than I've ever seen her up to this point.

When we're done eating, Brooklyn gets up to take our plates into the kitchen as I lean back deeper into the couch cushions and try to discreetly adjust my hard cock in my jeans. Having her so close to me is playing havoc with my body and I'm ready to give her all of me and take whatever she's willing to give me in return. Fuck!

Brooklyn makes her way back in the living room and instead of taking her seat next to me again, she turns to face me until I look up at her. Again, her lip is stuck between her teeth and I want to reach up and pull it out. Before I can make a move, Brooklyn shocks the hell out of me. She slowly places one knee on the couch right next to me and then her other knee goes to the opposite side of my lap. There's the slight hesitation on her part before she lowers her body completely onto me. I feel her warm pussy through her leggings and my jeans as her body lines up with my cock. The groan escapes me before I can put a stop to it.

"Little Warrior, what are you doin'?" I ask her as she places one hand on my chest.

"I'm showing you that I'm ready for more, Wheels. I'm not gonna break or fall apart if you and Soul touch me. I want to kiss you and feel what it means to have sex with someone I truly care about for the first time in my life. This is my decision to make, and I'm making it. I want to be with you. Just like I want to be with Soul. If you don't want me, that's okay," she says, tears already filling her eyes as she looks up at me.

"Brooklyn, don't you feel how hard I am? That's just from sittin' on the couch with you. I want to fuck you, make love to you, and show you exactly what you fuckin' mean to me, Brooklyn. Soul is the same when he's in the same room as you. We're both so fuckin' gone for you and have been waitin' for you to tell us you're ready for more. We will never push you to do somethin' you don't wanna do," I assure her as I slowly reach out and run my hands up Brooklyn's legs to her thighs and just rest them there.

"Then take me to bed, Wheels," she says as I stand from the couch with Brooklyn in my arms and head for her bedroom.

Walking in the room, I don't stop until I'm at Brooklyn's bed and turn to sit down with her still in my lap.

"You're in complete control here, Little Warrior," I tell her as Brooklyn hesitates just a second before leaning in to press her lips against mine.

I don't move a muscle as she finally opens her mouth and slides her tongue against the seam of my lips. Finally, I open my mouth as she slides her tongue inside to tangle with mine. She takes her time exploring my mouth and I tighten my fingers on her thighs the slightest bit trying not to cause her any pain.

"Kiss me back, Wheels," she says after breaking our kiss.

"I'll kiss you back as long as you call me by my given name—Jayce," I tell her as she nods her head.

This time I lean in to kiss her. Brooklyn immediately opens her mouth for me and I slide my tongue inside, exploring every inch. She moans while reaching up to push my hat from my head so she can run her fingers through my hair. It's not really long, but the feeling of her nails against my scalp does something to me. We kiss until we're both breathless and Brooklyn breaks the kiss while I press my forehead to hers, keeping my eyes closed.

"Too many clothes, Jayce," she states, making me groan with my name in her sweet voice starting to play on repeat in my mind.

Sitting back, I slide my cut over my shoulders and place it on the end of the bed. Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt off with one hand and watch as Brooklyn's pupils dilate and her eyes fill with desire and lust. Before I can move her off my lap, Brooklyn pulls her shirt over her body and I find her chest already naked. She's not wearing a bra right now. I suck in a breath and hold it as I take in every inch of Brooklyn's exposed skin. There are so many scars covering her body and the dim lighting shows them as light pink or a silvery color based on how old and bad they are. Brooklyn tries to cover her tits with her arms, and I stop her.

"I want to see every inch of your gorgeous, sexy body, Brooklyn. Don't ever try to hide from me," I slightly admonish her as she drops her arms back down and lets me look as long as I want at her.

Standing up once again, I lower Brooklyn to the bed and lean down to kiss every single scar on her torso. With each kiss, Brooklyn squirms and writhes under my touch. I keep my eyes locked on her face so I can tell if she becomes distressed or uncomfortable with anything I'm doing to her. As I kiss the last scar, I slide my hands down her body to the top of her leggings. She immediately nods her head at my silent request to remove them from her body. I lean back, pulling her pants and underwear down at the same time so her entire body is exposed to my sight.

"So. Fuckin'. Stunnin'," I whisper, my voice barely heard above her pants and the rapid beat of my heart.

I pull Brooklyn up from the mattress and sit behind her, brushing her hair over her shoulder so her entire back is exposed to my look and touch. There are so many horrible, jagged looking scars covering her skin. Some of them are so thick and angry looking after healing. I'm sure they look so rough because she didn't have the necessary medical things to treat her wounds and no one would've helped her take care of her body.

Leaning forward, I press my lips against the worst looking scar and Brooklyn's body goes tight with tension.

"You are so sexy, Brooklyn. Each of these marks against your skin is sexy and when Soul is here with us, we'll spend hours kissing and worshiping every single one of them. You'll know exactly how we feel about you and how we view you. My words aren't a lie and we'll spend the rest of our days provin' it to you," I tell her, my voice rough with the emotions coursing through me as tears fill my eyes from the damage that's been done to her over the years. "I'm gonna take off my pants and then lay back on the bed. I told you that you were in control and that's what I meant. This is your show and you can use my body however you want."

"I need you, Jayce. Please don't make me wait," she pleads with me while taking in every inch of my chest and abs after I stand from the bed and move back in front of her.

I unzip and unbutton my jeans after removing my belt. Pushing them down, it only takes a second for my cock to be exposed to her gaze since I'm not wearing boxers. I only wear them to bed at night so I don't mess with Brooklyn's head by sleeping naked. My jeans soon drop to the floor with a thud from all the crap in my pockets. I reach out and grab Brooklyn's hand to pull her from the bed so she's standing next to the bed as I turn and sit down before laying back and placing my hands beneath my head so I don't reach out and touch her in ways she doesn't want me to.

Brooklyn slowly makes her way closer to me and slides her hands up my body. For the first time in my life, a woman's touch leaves goosebumps on my skin as she explores the skin and muscles of my body. With every noise I make, I watch in amazement as Brooklyn grows more confident in her touches. When her hands get to my cock, she reaches out with one and grips my length. I can't stop myself from closing my eyes and tipping my head back from the contact of her soft, delicate hand wrapped around my cock.

"Fuck, Brooklyn. You're gonna fuckin' kill me from a simple touch," I manage to growl out between clenched teeth.

"Is this okay, Jayce?" she questions me, causing me to open my eyes and stare in shock at her.

"You weren't allowed to touch him, were you?" I ask, already knowing the answer to my question.

"No."

"Touch me however you want, Baby. You're not gonna hurt me. Do what you want. If it becomes too much, I'll stop you," I state, my voice coming out as a growl.

Brooklyn spends the next several minutes running her hand up and down my length. I can feel myself on the precipice of my release when I reach down and stop her hand from moving anymore. She looks up at me, confusion filling her gaze.

"Little Warrior, you've got me ready to explode like a fuckin' teenager with a girl touchin' him for the first time in his life. I want this to be good for you and that won't happen if you keep touchin' me," I tell her as she looks up at me with wide eyes.

"I'm making you feel good?" she questions as anger fills me.

"You're makin' me feel better than I've ever felt in my life, Brooklyn. That's a fuckin' promise."

"Can we have sex now, Jayce?" she asks, her voice showing how nervous she is.

"Will you let me check to make sure you're ready for me?" I question her, needing to make sure I don't hurt her for any reason.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice breathy and little more than a moan.

Sitting up, I reach forward and slide my fingers through her slick folds. Brooklyn is definitely wet and ready for me. Keeping my eyes locked on her, I slide a finger into her pussy to feel her clench around me and I know she needs to be stretched a little bit before I can slide my cock deep in her pussy. Adding a second finger, I slowly slide them in and out, scissoring them to stretch her for me.

"Jayce," she moans, placing her hand on my head and letting her own head fall back as she closes her eyes and moans in response to my touch.

"You're ready, Brooklyn. Climb up on me and I'll help you," I tell her, laying back down and holding my hand out for her to hold as she climbs up on the bed to straddle me.

When she's in position, Brooklyn looks to me as I reach between our bodies and line my cock up with her entrance. Reaching up, I hold her hips so she's steady as she lets her body lower down my length. She's so fucking tight as she takes me completely inside her body.

"Fuck, Brooklyn! You feel so fuckin' good," I tell her as her chest, neck, and face begins to flush with her desire.

"I feel full, Jayce," she returns, staring down at me with wide eyes.

With my help, I guide her up and down my cock. Brooklyn presses her hands against my chest as I lift myself enough to suck one of her nipples in my mouth. Brooklyn's movements flinch in response and I smile around her tight bud in my mouth knowing that fucker never gave her the pleasure I've managed to make her feel in a matter of a few minutes today. Brooklyn starts moving her hips up and down faster, adding a small twist to her movements as she rubs her clit against my pelvis with each downward motion.

"So. Close," she says, her voice breaking as she looks at me with love filled eyes.

"Do you need my help, Little Warrior?" I ask her, waiting for her response before I do anything else to her.

"Please, Jayce," she pleads with me as I nod in response and reach between our bodies.

I rub circles on her clit and press tightly against it as she continues to slide up and down my cock, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around me, sucking me closer to finding my release. Carefully, watching her face still, I pinch Brooklyn's clit as she sinks down on me again and traps my hand between our bodies.

"Jayce!" Brooklyn screams out, her voice echoing in the small room as her entire body tightens and I feel wave after wave of her release wash over me.

I thrust my hips up twice more before I find my own release deep in her pussy.

"Brooklyn!" I yell out as I let my release fill her pussy while digging my fingers into her hips to keep her body locked to mine.

Brooklyn lets her body collapse on top of mine. I wrap my arms around her after releasing her hips and rubbing the spot for a minute to take away any possible sting I've left behind from my grip on her. Holding her close to my body, we both take our time letting our breathing return to normal and our heart rate slow down. When I feel almost normal again, I keep Brooklyn in my arms and carry her to the bathroom, still not letting my cock leave her pussy. Once we're in the bathroom, I set her down near the toilet before turning my back to run a hot bath for her. I add in some bubble bath and make the water as hot as she normally puts it when she wants to relax and soak after a long day.

Once we're both in the tub, I let her small body lay against mine while wrapping my arms around her to hold her close. We don't really talk, but words aren't needed as I give her a few minutes before I wash her hair and body. I massage her and listen to her response so I know I'm hitting the right places as I take care of her. This is a first for me and I can honestly say, I love taking care of our girl as she becomes the most relaxed I've seen her in weeks. Neither one of us mention the fact that I didn't use a condom with her. We'll talk about it, but not tonight. Tonight is for taking care of her. When Soul's home, we'll have that conversation so we're all on the same page about things. Tonight is all about Brooklyn and what I can do to take care of her and allow her to see that all men aren't the same.