Chapter 21

21

RIOT

She lays over my lap on the bed and I'm so hard it hurts. It doesn't matter that I just coated the bath with my cum, it's like that never happened. I need her so bad. Nobody is ever gonna compare to my angel.

"I don't want to hurt you," I murmur, my hands circling over her ass. It's a perfect ass. Large and round but soft.

"You won't. Spank me, Riot. I've been a bad girl."

She wants it. Fuck me does she want it.

"We need a safe word."

"Okay. Otter."

I laugh, glancing over at the pillows. I placed my otter there so I could have him close by. Anything that she's given me will become pride of place. Just like the flashlight she gave me for my birthday. It's also on my nightstand and I'll carry it in my jeans for the rest of my life.

"Otter?"

"Yes. He's safe."

I don't even give her a warning. I smack her cheek. "That's for makin' me shoot my load before you got to."

A sound leaves her throat that only makes my dick jump to attention.

I smack the other cheek to make it even. "Now you're gonna repeat after me, Kitten. "

She wriggles in my lap. "Oh."

"You're gonna tell me how much this pussy wants my dick inside it."

I smack her again. My smacks aren't hard, but they're enough to leave a little pink tinge on her skin.

"Fill my pussy," she pants. "Fill it with your big dick, Daddy."

Well, I wasn't expecting that. Suddenly my kitten's brazen. I smack her again, harder. "Don't Daddy me, babe. Just tryin' to get my cock inside that greedy pussy, aren't you?"

"That's because I'm your little club whore."

She's my everything.

I smack her twice, hard. "You don't use those words."

"You did," she pants. "Rub between my legs, Riot. Oh, please."

I smack her again. "No. You'll come when I say you can."

She starts to wiggle on my lap, rubbing against my cock and I almost shoot my load again. I've never been so giddy, so ready to sink myself into her again and again.

"No movin'," I chastise. "Daddy's dick is gonna blow and then we'll have to start again."

She looks over her shoulder at me, her voice low and sexy. "Fuck my pussy, Daddy. I need your big cock inside me now."

I smack her and her lips part. I do it again. "Club whore?"

She nods.

Smack.

Fuck. She looks so good like this. The cheeky little vixen spreads her legs and my eyes drop between them as I tilt my head.

"See how wet I am?"

I run my hand down her ass cheek to her pussy and I groan when I feel the slickness. I swipe my fingers through and then bring them up to my mouth, sucking them as she watches me. Then when my eyes meet hers again, I smack her between her legs. She jolts forward, a groan leaving her that sounds like heaven.

"Yes!" she cries. "Again!"

I do it and fuck me if she doesn't start to convulse, so I keep smacking her clit lightly with my fingertips until she's falling apart, literally screaming my name across my bedroom.

I part her ass cheeks, sliding two fingers inside her as I fuck her hole. "Come again. In fact, don't stop comin' until Daddy says so."

She's an obedient little thing, grinding against my lap as I send her over the edge quickly. " Yes, yes!"

I can't take it anymore, I slide her off my knee and line up behind her, holding my cock to her pussy as I slide my dick in, doggie style. I start to pound her, really damn hard.

She jolts forward, crunching the comforter in her palms as I send her into another orgasm where she's panting like she really is my little club whore.

"You own me," she pants. "You own my pussy. My body. My everything."

"You're so slick for me, Kitten. You're my queen. Takin' Daddy's dick in this tight little hole…" I need to grip her tits; I need them in my hands. "Grab the headboard."

She does as she's told and I shove her up closer so she's on raised knees. I do the same, rearing up behind as I spread her legs wider. Cupping her tits, I plow in and out, roughly.

"Myles, I'm… I'm coming!" She sticks her ass out further toward me and I squeeze her tits harder.

"You are mine. Say it."

" I'm yours, Myles!"

My dick spurts as I let go. Hot, violent strokes as I empty myself, muttering how much I love her as I do. Loving the idea of my cum inside her, wishing she wasn't on birth control.

I still and she rests back as I pull her down onto the bed with me. I can feel my cum leaking out of her as she sighs with satisfaction. "You really are fantastic at that."

I grin as I kiss the back of her head. "You make it easy with a body like that."

"Tell me this isn't just the honeymoon period," she whispers. "Tell me it'll always be like this."

"It will. I promise it'll always be like this."

We fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms, my dick still inside her.

St. Charles Parish is pretty. A nice place for a weekend escape. It's green, and reminds me of being in the country. The quaint little town has lots of little shops and nice eateries and coffee shops. I wish we were coming out here under different circumstances, but that's just the way it goes.

Cookie sleeps on the backseat; of course, we weren't leaving him behind.

I texted Cash last night and told him what happened, and that we wouldn't need a prospect to follow. I'd try and be back in a few days, not that I want to leave Halo here but it depends on how bad things are with her dad.

Everything's gone quiet on the Chicago front, which can only be a good thing. The less going on there, the better. I'm sure it means the Bratva have stepped in, and not before time. There'll be a war happening as we speak. The media just never want to report the real news; something I've learned over the years happens a lot.

When we get into town, Halo's mom texts her to say she's taken her dad home and to meet them there.

She turns to me. "Should they be letting him out this early? It seems so sudden?"

I grip her knee. "It does, but I'm sure the doctors know best."

"He'll probably have any excuse ready to completely ignore me, like he's done for the last six months. He didn't even text me back but he's going home?"

I agree, something doesn't add up, but I don't say anything. I know her parents have done some pretty shitty things, but I sincerely doubt they'd stage all of this just to get back at Halo for leaving.

"Well, that's a good thing. Hospitals are depressin'."

She scrunches up her face. "Riot? I'm so sorry; I didn't even think about any of that…"

"What? My situation? It was a long time ago, angel. Twenty years. You don't have to worry about me being triggered. I promise you, I'm okay." It's sweet of her to worry about me when she needs to put that energy into her situation. She doesn't ever have to worry about me. I fought my demons a long time ago, and when the vile creature comes out, it's only when I have my sniper rifle in my hand. Or if he's called Ian and purposely moved into the same building just to look at my girl and be closer to her. Oh yeah, the gloves come off then and the fact he's still breathing is a testament to how hard I should have gone.

"I know, but still, it's a horrible memory to have." I bring our entwined fingers to my mouth and kiss the back of her hand.

"It is, but it's okay."

She smiles softly and I want to make this all better for her somehow. She gives me directions to her parents' place, and as we get farther out of town, the houses become more spaced apart. That's when I realize her family home is a massive ranch. It has horse stables, a tennis court and a huge garage that could probably fit six cars.

I always knew she had money, but this is ridiculous.

I whistle low. "Nice spread."

She stares out the window, saying nothing and I notice how rigid she's become now that we're here. Her whole body language has changed. She's no longer the fun loving, quirky girl I know. She's retreated. Her eyes downcast. Her shoulders hunched slightly. I don't like this side of her, not one little bit.

"Hey?" I squeeze her hand. "You okay?"

She nods.

"Don't lie to me, Kitten. You don't have to be okay."

She turns to me. "Coming back here is already bringing up memories. You think it's probably just me, being a brat, not wanting to listen to my parents' rules?—"

"I don't think that. Your parents even givin' you rules when you're a grown ass woman is tellin', babe."

She sighs. "You've no idea."

"Deep breaths, okay?" I kiss her hand again.

"Okay."

I booked us an Airbnb for the next few nights closer to town that's also pet friendly. I don't want Halo thinking she's got no other option than to stay with her parents, and since it's already clear I'm not wanted here, that suits me just fine.

We pull up into the circular driveway and I switch the truck engine off. I lean over and plant a kiss on her lips. "No matter what happens, I've got your back."

Her bottom lip trembles and it makes me wonder if she's actually scared of them. No child should ever be afraid of their parents; I know only too well about that, but this isn't the same situation and she needs my support.

"I just don't want them to be mean to you."

I frown. "You're worried about me?"

She nods, biting her lip. "They can be pretty… uh, awful."

"I've got thick skin," I remind her. "This is nothin' to me. All that matters is you and what needs to happen to make this better for you. So whatever I can do to make it easier, you just gotta tell me."

"I want to see my dad, but not the other shit that goes along with it."

"I know that, but sometimes the cookie crumbles."

"Speaking of…" She turns to look at our dog, passed out on the back seat. "Oh, he's fine."

"He's slept the whole way."

"He's a dream dog. I've no idea why anyone would want to throw him away."

"It sucks he had to get hurt to find us, but sometimes that's how it works out."

She smiles. "A diamond in the rough."

"Like his daddy?"

That makes her laugh, and I'm glad. "Yeah, just like his daddy." She leans toward me and we kiss again.

"Better get goin' inside. I don't think your folks are gonna be too happy about us makin' out in the driveway."

"I don't care what they think." She wraps her arms around my neck.

"Are you just bein' rebellious because you can?"

She shakes her head. "No. But if I forget to tell you later, I'm so glad you came with me."

"I told you, whatever you need me to do and I'm there."

"I guess we should get this over with."

"I'll grab Cookie."

Halo

I knock on the front door but nobody answers, so I let myself in. Nothing has changed in my parents' home. It's still exactly how I remember it and then some.

The marble floor clicks as I step onto it. The overhead chandelier is a tribute to my mom's ridiculous decorating style. She likes to spend a lot of money on inornate objects, and those objects are lavish and over the top.

I squeeze Riot's hand as he and Cookie, wobbling along beside us, venture into the vast hallway. Seriously, you could fit my entire apartment into this room alone. When I still haven't heard my mom, I call out, "Mom? Dad? I'm home."

Mom was expecting us; I texted her along the way to let her know when we'd be here.

I didn't expect a welcoming committee, but still.

"Lourdes, honey? Is that you?" Mom rarely calls me by my given name, everyone knows me as Halo. She usually only calls me that when I'm in trouble.

"Hi, Mom."

She rounds the corner and I smile tentatively. Of course, my mom looks like she just stepped off the cover of a magazine. She's wearing a plain, white blouse with a string of pearls and a tweed style Chanel jacket with camel colored pants. She has a full face of makeup, and I can tell her hair has been freshly styled. My mom's elegant, there's nothing wrong with that, but I just know somehow my attire of a matching hoodie and sweatpants won't go down well.

She embraces me, and I've no doubt she's already looking over my shoulder at Riot, and that's when Cookie barks.

Mom jumps back, "Oh, goodness, is that a dog?"

I roll my lips. "Oops, sorry, Mom. I forgot to tell you that we couldn't leave our rescue, Cookie. He's got a broken leg and he'd only get distressed if we disappear for a few days."

She frowns. Mom isn't a dog person. She has horses, but even then, she doesn't ride much these days. It's more for show.

"And you must be…"

"Myles." Riot sticks his hand out to shake my mom's. She looks down at it like he just asked her to swallow poison. I find amusement when she's forced to remember her southern manners and finally they shake.

"Geneveive," she replies coolly. Her eyes flick down to the dirty patch on Riot's cut. He wanted to take it off for the visit but I insisted that he keep it on. This is a part of him and why should he have to change? "Why does that patch say, Riot?"

"Oh, that's my biker name."

"Riot?" she says it again.

"Yep."

I clear my throat. "So, Mom. Where's Dad?"

"He's resting in his room." Her eyes are still on Riot. It's as if she thinks he's about to make off with the family silver and she'd better keep watch on him or something.

It irks me that she's so judgy. "Would you like to see him?"

I nod. "I would love that, please. How has he been?"

"Frankly, Daddy hasn't been the same since you left. This whole misunderstanding has had him in a bind for months."

"Well, you probably shouldn't have tried to force Ian on me then, Mom. Trust works both ways."

"You know how happy it would've made your father to see you and Ian together. He's always been fond of him."

"He's an ass," I blurt out. "You know he wasn't kind to me when we dated."

Oh, she knows. Mom has always been on me to lose weight, too. It isn't as if I'm an obese whale who can't leave the house or breathe without apparatus. I work out. I go to the gym. I eat pretty healthy. This is just how I am, and I'm not going to feel bad about it because I didn't fit Ian's — or their — ideals.

"He's set in his ways, like Daddy is." Her eye flick to Riot and I want to die. She doesn't like him, I can tell right away. He wore a long-sleeved shirt to hide some of his tattoos, but you can still see some of them peeking through around his neck. I think he looks hot. Mom clearly doesn't share that same sentiment.

"Right, so that gives him the excuse to be rude and tell me I need to lose weight because he wouldn't screw me until I lost thirty pounds."

"Lourdes!" Mom's cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Shit. I didn't come here to fight with her, but she's making this so damn difficult. Acting as if Ian is the saint of the year. It's disgusting.

"I'm sorry if that offends you, Mom, but that's what he told me. Now, I'd like to see Dad, please."

"I'll wait out here with Cookie." Riot offers me a soft smile and my heart melts.

"That would be best. I'm not sure if Rowley is up for surprise visitors at the moment," Mom says, turning toward my parents' wing.

I peck Riot quickly on the lips. "Just hang out here." I sweep my arm over to the huge lounge. "I'll see Dad and then we'll go get some lunch."

He kisses me back. "Sounds good. Just remember, your mom cares about you, no matter what you think. I can understand from her point of view that in her eyes I'm some low-life biker. Don't be so hard on her."

I stare at him. "Seriously?"

"She knows what she knows, she's doing it out of love, in her own way."

My heart breaks. Is he saying this because his mom died and he doesn't want to see a rift between me and my mom that can't be repaired? I get that, but at the same token, my parents wanted to marry me off. They didn't care about my happiness or the fact that Ian was an absolute masochist and sexist pig. That's an insult to pigs, actually. Riot just sees the good in everyone, even women like my mom who don't have a kind bone in their body.

"I'll try to see if from your point, but she makes it difficult," I whisper.

He kisses me on the forehead. "You're beautiful."

"Says the boy with the pretty eyes."

"Don't wanna keep Mama Bear waitin'." His eyebrows jiggle.

I smile. "Back soon."

I bend to pat Cookie. He's been an absolute angel, sitting down like a good boy and not making a peep. I wouldn't care if he barked the house down, but the fact he's being so good makes my heart squeeze that much tighter.

When I make my way down the hallway, I'm surprised when I see Dad sitting up in bed, his pajamas on and the TV playing low. He looks a little pale, but nothing like what I imagined.

"Dad," I say as I edge in the doorway.

He looks up from his paper. "Lourdes?" Of course, Dad rarely ever calls me by my preferred name. Apparently I had a perfectly good name given to me at birth, and that's the one I should use.

I fold into his arms. "How are you feeling?"

He nods as I break away. "Better, thank you. Mom said you've been keeping well."

"I texted to see how you were…"

"You know I'm not one for technology."

Despite my dad's success in business, he really does hate cell phones.

I sit on the edge of the bed. "So, what did the doctor say?"

"I had an angina attack." He waves it off. "It's nothing to be concerned about."

"Now, we know that isn't true," Mom starts, but Dad waves her off.

"I've been given the all clear for now. We're going to monitor it with drugs, and if that doesn't work, then maybe surgery."

My hand flies up to my mouth. "Dad! This is serious!" I turn to glance at Mom. I should've come sooner but Mom played it down. "I had no idea."

"I didn't want you to worry." He sounds so sincere, it's almost enough to make me forget what he's done. And then I remember Riot's words. I have to try to be the bigger person. I'm better than that.

"I missed you, Dad." I can't help the tears. "I'm sorry."

I hear my mom slip out of the room and Dad pats me on the shoulder. "It's okay, my little Lourdes. As long as you're home, that's all that matters."