Chapter 12

12

NEVADA

She feels like every single one of my wet dream fantasies come to life all at once. Her body… it's insane. All the soft curves, her olive skin, her bare ass… She couldn't get more perfect.

I wish I could slam my cock inside her, and even though I'm still sore and I'm not supposed to have sex for two weeks — fuck that — I'd still be able to go in halfway. Still, we don't have time and this isn't about me; it's about my girl.

"Such a pretty pussy," I whisper. I reach down between my legs and adjust my rock hard dick. He's not coming out to play just now, but I've got plans on how Star can soothe the ache once we get to Mississippi.

"Faster," she cries. "They're coming… You have to hurry."

I slowly work my thumb into her ass bit by bit. She's tight, as expected, and I need to know if anyone else has been here yet. "Do you like anal, baby? "

"I… I don't know…"

I smirk and kiss her bare ass. "You're an ass virgin?"

"Does that surprise you?"

I give it a squeeze. "Best news I ever heard."

She's so slippery. So goddamn fine. I pull my fingers out and coat her little hole once more, then I slide my fingers back in her pussy, tilting them this time so I hit her G-spot.

Her next words sound pained, but it only makes me grin wider. "Oh. My. God."

With my other hand, I rub two fingertips over her back entrance and then sink my middle finger inside to one knuckle. She cries out. I move my finger in and out of her ass while I rub her G-spot. Goddamn, I want to hold my mouth between her legs and catch her orgasm as it drips down her thighs.

She. Is. Beautiful.

She. Is. Mine.

"Like me fuckin' your ass, Estelle?"

"Don't stop," she pants. "Don't… I'm so close…"

I hear the elevator doors ping and she gasps. We both know her friends are getting close. They'll be here in a few seconds.

I stretch her ass, then insert a second finger and she makes an indecipherable noise that makes my cock swell. I know I'mgonna have to excuse myself and jerk off after this. There's no way I can walk around with my dick this hard for the rest of the day.

I move in and out faster, my fingers fucking her ass and her pussy at the same time. "Rub your clit," I mutter. "Hurry."

She reaches down just as we hear voices approaching and I know that she's not gonna be able to do this without making a racket. Good. Let the whole building hear her call my name for all I care.

Suddenly, they're right there and I hear the shuffling of keys and their voices chattering behind the wood. So damn close.

" Yes ," Star mutters. "I'm coming, baby, Oh God, Asher… "

She called me baby. She fucking called me something that didn't have sarcasm or annoyance behind her tone. And I'm fucking here for it.

The keys twist in the lock.

Her hand works furiously, as do mine and I bury my face in her ass as she cries out just as the door opens and the chain stops them.

"Uh, Star?" Halo's voice calls. "Are you there?"

"Just a second!" Her words are strangled as I continue to fuck her until she's a panting, raggedy mess plastered against the wall. I shove the door closed.

Then I plant a kiss on both her ass cheeks and remove my fingers.

"Star?" Halo calls. "What's going on?"

Of course, they've no idea I'm here.

She unlocks the door from the inside as I spin her. I take my fingers, coated in her pussy soaked release, and pop them into my mouth with a groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Then I move them to her mouth.

A firm bang on the door behind us make her jolt. "Star! What the hell? Open up!"

I grin, pressing a kiss against her mouth. "Greet your friends, baby. I'll be right back."

I take off for wherever the bathroom is and leave her plastered against the door. Her jeans and panties around her ankles, her tits hanging out, her hair a mess and release dripping from her pussy. I wish I could take a photo, but the memory will serve just as good.

I whistle as I leave, quite satisfied with myself.

I tug my dick. It only takes a few minutes, embarrassingly, and I'm coming in my palm, wishing it was Star's mouth lapping me up. It's also hard for me to come silently, because I'm noisy. I almost wish Star would've come looking for me and finished the job, but I'm sure she's too busy explaining all the reasons she couldn't come to the door that don't include me doing her holes with my fingers. I snicker. She's so goddamn fine. That ass. It's mine and I need to have it soon. When I think about her sweet honey and how good she tasted, I want to devour her right now, with her friends in the next room. I bite down on my lip, my cum still shooting out as I let it settle on my stomach and reach for the toilet paper.

I wince, trying not to touch the base because that's where the tattoo is. I not only got the constellation, but also a little surprise. If she thought I was nuts before, she's going to really think I've flipped out when she sees this. But I don't care about that. If anything, it shows my commitment to her and that I'm also capable of more. Even if this is the best fucking time I've ever had, it isn't just about sex. I want to know her, inside and out. And I want her to know me too.

I clean myself up, wash my hands and instead of going toward the kitchen where I hear them talking, I head into what looks like her bedroom.

Of course it's neat. Would I honestly expect anything less? It's decorated in warm neutrals with a plush white comforter and soft looking pillows on the bed. The carpet is new and fluffy. The apartment, it smells like… her. That soft, stormy scent laced with roses has my feet moving before I can stop myself. I trace a hand over her bedspread and comforter. The side tables are white, to match the bed, and only have a lamp on each. There is no clutter or mess anywhere. There's another bathroom. I head toward it and push the door open. It's like the previous one, except this just has a shower and is bigger. It's also clean; little penny round tiling on the floor, a huge shower with dual heads and gold hardware make it look like something out of a magazine.

I open the mirrored cupboard and glance at her skincare and toothpaste, as well as body lotion and deodorant. I reach for the small bottle, bringing it to my nose. It's her. The wild roses scent. I pocket it, closing the mirror behind me only to see Star in the mirror. Her hands on her hips.

I grin. "Hello."

"Having a nice time snooping around?"

I turn on the facet. "Just washin' my hands."

She narrows her eyes, closing the bathroom door behind her as she lowers her voice. "What was that?"

I frown. "What was what?"

" That!" She points toward the way she came in.

"You mean me giving you multiple orgasms without my dick touchin' you? You're welcome by the way."

She takes a long breath, like she's trying to reign in her temper. "I just had to lie to my friends, both of whom saw straight through it, and now they know what we were doing and you're hiding back here."

"Nope, not hidin',' I say. "But I did have to jerk off. Making you come like that had me all worked up, baby doll."

Her lips part as she glances down to my crotch and back up again. "You just…"

I lean down and brush her lips with mine. "Had to. It couldn't wait till later. I knew you wouldn't ditch your friends just so I could get off, so I took care of it myself. You owe me, by the way."

She puts her hands on her hips. It's delightful. "Are we keeping score now?"

I smile. "If we are, then you seriously owe me."

"You just fingered my ass and my friends were trying to come through the door!"

"Oh, don't sound so appalled. You could've pulled away any time and told me to stop. The fact is, you liked that they caught us."

"Shut your pie hole before I smack you."

I pull her to me and she tries to push me off. "Don't be mean, we both know you don't really mean it and words can hurt. You've no idea how fuckin' hot you looked with my fingers in your ass."

She puts her finger to my lips. "Please stop talking."

"Gladly." I let her go and she doesn't step away from me. I feel like she wants to kiss me, but she won't let herself make the first move.

She pulls down on her shirt. "I need to get back. We're heading out soon."

"Good. Riot will be here momentarily."

"What?"

"Riot. He's comin' too."

She practically breathes fire out of her nostrils. It's so cute. "You've got to be kidding me?"

"You don't exactly have an army going into battle," I go on. "And a simple thank you would be sufficient. We all want to help get Tilly back."

Hearing her sister's name, she sobers. Her face softens as she collects herself. My girl is so full of rage, and I understand. I'm sure none of this can be easy. Looking down, she wrings her hands. "I'm sorry. That was rude."

"Tell me about her."

She meets my gaze. "About Tilly?"

I nod.

A small smile forms on her lips. "She's the exact opposite of me, actually. Tiny. Blonde. Blue eyes. She's quiet, you know, like just goes about her life without causing a fuss. And she has a wicked sense of humor."

I push the hair off her shoulder instinctively. "You're a good sister."

"I tried to be, but clearly not good enough."

"It's not your fault she got taken, Estelle. You know that, right?"

She bites her lip. "A part of me knows that, but ever since our mom died, I've been the primary guardian. We're close. And if I'd have known she'd gone to that nightclub, I would've talked her out of it."

"You weren't supposed to know, she was just out having fun with her friends."

Her eyes cloud over. "And look where it got her, Nevada. Look where it fucking got her!"

This is the first time she's shown any real emotion, and I don't want to ruin the moment. But as much as it's obvious she's strong, I also feel her vulnerability. Nobody can be this strong forever. It has to come out sometime.

"None of that is your fault," I reiterate. My hands cup her shoulders. I like it when she lets me touch her and doesn't push me away.

"That may be true, but I've tried and failed at finding her. This is my job. I find people. I find people who don't want to be found."

I shake my head. "This is organized crime. Even the feds can't crack some of these syndicates. It can take time."

"Time we don't have."

I like how she says we.

"You don't need a pep talk from me, Mama. But if anyone can find her, it's you."

"You barely know me."

I snort. "I know you have determination. Loyalty. And the smarts to see this through. You just needed a new lead, and now we have one."

Her voice lowers. "I know she's still alive." Her fierce gaze penetrates mine. "I know. I'd feel it if she wasn't here."

I fucking hope that's true. And it's as if she wants me to tell her it's true. She is alive. "I believe you."

"She's all I have." Her eyes unfocus and her shoulders slump slightly.

I want to make all of this better somehow, but I know nothing I say can really do that. Still, I can't lose anything from trying. Maybe a limb, or an eyeball, but I'll take my chances. "I get it. I never had any siblings. I would've loved a little brother or sister, but it didn't happen. So I was an only child. I had cousins, but I never liked them very much."

Her lips twitch. "I bet you were a little shit of a child."

I smirk. "What gives you that impression? I could've been a Boy Scout."

"Nope. I bet you gave your mom hell."

I want to take her mind off this awful situation so I pull my mouth into a smile. "Wanna hear somethin' crazy?"

"I haven't kicked your ass for what you just did to me?"

"Better. I had to give my mom datin' advice this mornin' and I'm pretty sure one of my club brother's, Priest, his dad has the hots for her and is makin' the moves. My mom's petrified."

She actually laughs. It's such a beautiful sound that it blows me away momentarily. I try not to make a big deal out of it, but I'll store it in my memory bank for later. "Has she just started dating again?"

"Nope." I pop my mouth because this is an uncomfortable subject, but it's not like I can talk about it with any of my club brothers. Especially not Priest. "She's only a coupla years out from divorcin' my dad. He lives in Florida, and she's never been with anyone else. I'm tryin' to tell her the world has changed since she was in the datin' game."

"That's kinda sweet of you."

I shrug. "It's my mom. It's my job to take care of her since I'm the man of the house now. That is, until she finds a place of her own. The settlement came through recently, but property is insane at the moment. I like her livin' with me."

"Tell me about it."

"I have a fully renovated basement, so for now it suits the both of us."

"You're close with your mom." It's not a question.

I nod. "She's amazin'. My dad was away a lot for work so him not bein' around was normal. He never did quite get the gist of what I do within the MC, he also didn't like the idea that his only son was a diesel mechanic, even when I won all that money in Las Vegas and bought my own shop."

"There's nothing wrong with being a diesel mechanic," she says. I still can't believe she's letting me touch her, and for this long. "I always thought motorcycle clubs were criminals who dealt drugs and guns. I'll be honest, I really didn't understand how one percenter clubs work compared to legit clubs."

"Cash stopped turnin' tricks years ago. Never wanted to end up in a concrete cell, or a wooden box. It's no life lookin' over your shoulder, wonderin' what shit storms gonna hit next," I say. "Don't get me wrong, we have our fair share of shit storms, but gettin' involved in illegal shit ain't what my club is about."

She stares at me and I stare back.

Are we… Are we having a moment?

As if just realizing that I'm caressing her shoulders with my thumbs, she steps back. "I better get back out there."

"Fine, but you're ridin' with me. And I spoke with Cash this mornin'. If we run into any trouble, there's an MC Prez that he's friendly with called Bane. Badass as they come. Shit like this really don't sit well with the Hellions, so we can use them as backup."

The crease between her brows deepens. "Why are you doing this?"

It isn't the first time she's asked me this, and I fear it won't be the last. "I told you why. I like you. I want to help you find your sister. Period."

She studies me and I'd give a king's ransom in dimes to know what she's thinking.

"Nobody has ever helped me do anything without wanting something in return, aside from Halo and Kyle."

I don't know where she's going with this, and I don't like that she's suspicious of me. I lean closer to her. "Sweetheart, if this was just about pussy, I wouldn't be haulin' my ass all the way to Mississippi, that I can promise you."

I don't know if she believes me, nor do I care. I don't tell lies. I wasn't raised like that. I may be a smart ass and crack jokes, but if I say I'm gonna do something, I'll do it.

If it means I get to spend more time getting to know Star, then all the better.

She takes one last look then turns to leave. A second later, she looks over her shoulder. "Get out of my bedroom."

I rub my chin. "But I wanted to poke around a little bit more, see where you hide all your nice underwear."

Her eyes are warm and wide. "Can I really not take you anywhere?"

"Better believe it. I did mention I could've been a Boy Scout, not that I was one."

"Get your ass out here, they're gonna think we're at it again."

I snort. "Did you tell Halo about us last night?" I bite my lip, wanting to know the answer.

It could be me, but her cheeks look like they warm just a little bit.

"Did you tell any of your ‘club brothers'?"

I fold my arms over my chest. "No. I don't kiss and tell, sugar lips."

"Jesus Christ."

"So, did you talk about me to Halo?" I repeat.

She takes a long intake of breath. "She's my best friend, she knew something was up since I was missing for a suspicious amount of time."

I draw closer. "Did you tell her I was good?" Her pouty lips are just oh, so kissable, but I want to hear her say it. " Estelle? "

She rolls her eyes. "Talk about an ego trip, Pretty Boy. I told her you had a big fat dick and you know what to do with it, satisfied?"

I grin as she turns, stalking off as I follow behind her like a puppy. "Oh, I'm far from satisfied," I mutter so she can hear me. "But you'll learn soon exactly when I am."

"Don't count on it."

And just like that, my girl is back.