Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

RYANN

"You sure you're okay?" Nevaeh asks, drawing me back into the conversation for the umpteenth time.

Every few minutes, my gaze keeps going to the doors, and I start wondering how long Sabotage is going to be.Even with everyone around me and Scorpion standing close, I feel a sense of panic. Sure, in my head, I know I'm safe. The guys wouldn't let anything happen to me, but I wish Sabotage were in here so the pitch in my stomach would go away.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I nod, sitting up and clearing my throat.

"She's lying," my mom speaks up, and I give her my eyes. "I know that look, baby girl. I raised you and know your tells. But that's okay. You don't have to be okay, Ry-Ry. It's a lot right now."

"You can say that again," I mutter and look to Nevaeh. "She's right, I'm not, but I will be. I just need a couple days."

"Trust me, I know what you mean," Nevaeh says, giving me a small smile.

"I see Maverick finally got you to pull your head out of the sand," I note, hoping to change the subject.

Nevaeh's smile grew, and she nodded. "You could say that. We're officially together. You wouldn't believe everything that happened since the last day we saw each other."

"Yeah, go ahead and share." I definitely need to hear this because she'd been toeing around him for a while, even at home.

"Well, he pretty much told me on my birthday . . ." I don't miss her wince. "We went to the coast to handle something for the club, and it turns out my cousin is who we met. I didn't know that. He contacted my mom, and her dad, along with my brothers, showed up."

"Holy shit," I whisper. Like me she hadn't wanted to contact her family. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, they're supposed to be coming here in a couple of days. Mom is making my brothers give me a few days before they come here and hound me."

"I could see this." And I could.

Nevaeh nods, glances at my mom, and then back to me. "Looks like it's reunion month for us both, huh?"

"You can definitely say that," I agree, swallowing past the lump that's still lodged there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the door open and Sabotage stepping inside. Panic nearly overwhelms me at the sight of the blood staining his hands, but I don't let it fully take hold. Whatever he was doing, there's a reason for it.

Sabotage meets my gaze and keeps going, heading up the stairs to where I'm sure he's heading to his room.

"Excuse me," I murmur and get to my feet, following after him. I don't know why, but I need to go to him. Find out what happened. Okay, that's a lie, I just want to be in the same room with him. I don't care if that means he's coated in blood or not.

I barely make it up the stairs to where his room is, only to find one of thetor-pe-da-hoes in his space, hands rubbing up his chest. A flicker of pain etches itself into my heart.

"Come on, Sabotage, I know you need some relief," Toots, I remember the name she goes by here, says with pouty lips.

"Toots, ain't in the mood for your shit," Sabotage growls, grips her wrists and uses them to push her away. "You know I've got a woman."

"Yeah, I know, but she's not going to be able to give it to you like me and the others can," she all but purrs.

Neither of them sees me standing just off the stairs, and I know this ‘cause otherwise, thetor-pe-da-hoes wouldn't be so ballsy. They've learned not to screw around and disrespect the women claimed by the members of the club.

"Don't even start that bullshit," Sabotage warns, and his head cocks in my direction. "Gorgeous, you gonna stand there, or you gonna get your ass over here."

Okay, so, he did know I was there.

I don't bother giving Toots the time of day. I don't have the energy to go up against one of these skanky bitches. I move, eyes on Sabotage. Once I'm close enough, he uses the hand not coated in blood to wrap around my waist.

"Get gone, Toots, and remember, I don't need your stretched pussy when I've got my ol' lady's sweet one right here," Sabotage states, opening the door to his room and closing it behind us. "Next time, gorgeous, you ain't gotta stop walking when you see a bitch coming on to me."

"You just told Toots . . ." I trail off, not able to finish my sentence as a blush creeps up my cheeks. I don't think I've ever heard any of the other guys talk like that about their women's pussy being better. I mean, sure I've heard them talking similar but not straight out . . . nope.

"Yeah. I did, and I ain't lying. I don't need some stretched cunt when I have my woman right here," he says, guiding me to the bathroom. "I've got to shower again, and I want you in there with me."

"Okay." My mind blanks of anything else but visions of earlier and more. I want to feel more than just his hands on me. Maybe later, I'll ask him to tell me what happened and whose blood was on his hands. For now, this is all I need. All I want.

"Take your clothes off, Ryann," Sabotage orders, letting my hand go to start the shower once again.

Slowly, I toe off my shoes, grip the hem of my shirt, and lift it up and over my head. My pants go next, leaving me standing in nothing more than my demi-bra and thong. Reaching behind me, I unclasp the bra and allow it to fall to the floor. The thong is the last to go while I lift my gaze to meet Sabotage's heated one. He watched every second of me undressing.

"Get in the shower," he growls and strips out of his clothes.

I do as I'm told and let the warm spray of the water heat my cool skin. A shiver rushed along my spine in anticipation. I know what's coming and can feel it deep down to my core.

Sabotage steps in behind me, front to my back, his hands reaching around me to let the water run over them.

"Whose blood is that?" I find myself asking.

"Roy's," he answers, hush-like, not beating around the bush or brushing it off. "He's dead. Can't hurt you anymore."

I suck in a breath, close my eyes, and let that sink in. The first man to ever torment me. That killed my dad . . . that sold me to another monster . . . he's dead. I was finally forever free of him.

"Thank you," I whisper moments later, opening my eyes once again to see the blood washed away from his hands.

"You ain't gotta thank me, gorgeous," he says, kissing the side of my neck. "He was a dead man walking from the moment he first touched you."

"But you didn't have to be the one to kill him."

"Ryann." Dropping his hands to my waist, he spins me around to face him and pulls me flush against him. "It was always gonna be me who killed the fucker. You, gorgeous, are my woman. Mine to protect. Mine to look out for. Mine to do whatever I please to do with. There's no way in hell I was gonna let him get away with hurting you, not just the other day, but when he took you the first time."

"I love you," I blurt out on a breath. Eyes widening, I stare up at him, parting my lips, ready to take it back, but he beats me to it first.

"Gorgeous, means a fuck of a lot to hear those words from you. Other than Fawn, my brother, this club, my club brothers, I haven't felt anything for anyone else. Let alone love. What I feel for you, though, I don't think words could ever describe it."

"Wesley," I breathe, curling my fingers into the fine hairs coating his chest.

Sabotage leans in and brushes his lips against mine, just a barely-there touch, but I open up for him, allowing him access to deepen the kiss further.

The instant our mouths fuse together, it's like fire consuming my very insides. Between my legs aches, and I want more. No, I need more. So much more.

One of his hands slides up my spine and tangles in my hair while the other makes its way down to curve around my rear. Sabotage squeezes one of my cheeks while holding me in place with his grip on my hair, at the same time deepening the kiss further. His cock, hard and thick, presses into my stomach and I ache to have it somewhere else.

I reach between us, gripping the shaft, and stroke a finger along the slit, wishing I could taste the small bead of precum leaking from the tip. The last time we were together, I hadn't had the pleasure of having my mouth on him, and I want to do just that. I want to suck him in as far as I can take him.

Sabotage has other plans, it seems, when he breaks his lips from mine. "Fuck, gorgeous, you're gonna drive me insane if I don't get inside you soon."

"Then take me, Wesley," I whisper. Right now, he's not Sabotage to me. He's Wesley—the man behind the biker. The man meant just for me.

"Oh, Ryann, baby, I intend to do more than just take you." He groans, scoops me up, and steps out of the shower, not bothering to turn the water off. He walks out of the bathroom, not taking the time to dry either of us off.

Seconds later, I find myself falling onto the bed, my legs being spread and Sabotage's mouth right there, devouring me, consuming my very being.

It's so good. More so than I remember. And the last time had been amazing in and of itself. This time, though, it's different. Sabotage takes his time, licking, laving, tasting every part of me down there. When he adds his fingers to the mix, I become lost in the pleasure he's giving me.

Cupping my breasts, I toy with my nipples, adding to the pleasure.

Sabotage groans his approval as I do this and rewards me by hitting just the right spot that has me crying out his name as the orgasm washes over me.

In the throes of my release, he moves over me, lines himself up, and thrusts inside. He gets maybe an inch or so before pulling back, eyes locking with mine as he rams deeper, filling me completely.

"Wesley," I pant, unable to catch a full breath.

"Yeah, baby?" He groans. "Fuck me, you're tight. Tighter than I remember." Moving back, he glides back in, starting up a pace that's just enough to make me burn but not enough for me to be fully consumed by the fire between the two of us.

Sabotage leans in, holding himself up with his forearms to keep his weight off me, his hips swiveling, driving inside me while he captures my lips. The taste of me lingering, and I must admit, tasting it in the kiss, is somewhat intoxicating.

I wrap myself around him, holding on as if my life depended on every little touch. Sabotage growls into the kiss and picks up a hard, faster pace, sending me spiraling over the edge. I rip my lips away from his to cry out his name, loving his touch in ways I didn't think I ever could. I didn't think it was possible, but here I am, loving it all the same.

My release flows over me, and Sabotage quickens his movements, thrusting even deeper, groaning as his cock twitches, filling me with his own.

"Fuck me, gorgeous, but I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he says, breathing heavily.

"I'm right there with you," I utter, tightening my arms around his neck and pulling him into me. "I need more already."

"Yeah?" He grins, cocking a brow. "You want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes," I answer, lifting my head in order to reach up and kiss him as I do this.

"Then brace, baby, ‘cause rest of the day, we're fuckin'."

"You might want to turn the shower off first," I suggest, remembering the water hadn't been turned off.

"That would be good." He chuckles.

"Yeah, it would," I agree, giving him what I hope is a teasing smile.

Sabotage moves, his cock leaving me feeling empty. "Be right back," he says, getting off the bed.

I follow him with my gaze locked on his ass, watching him move through the room into the bathroom. A moment later, he's back out, eyes taking in my body laid out on his bed.

When he joins me, he starts all over again. Starting out nice and slow, building the pleasure between us. Together, it feels amazing, and I love every moment of it.

By the time we finally fell into bed, it was late, and all I wanted to do was sleep in Sabotage's arms, holding me as only he holds me.