Chapter 4

LIZZY

He pushes me against the wall, his grip resting tightly on my arse. A thrill shoots through me as his tongue dances against mine. I feel his cock press against my sweet spot as he grinds against me. I hum into his mouth, then he pulls away and our laboured breathing is the only sound filling the room.

"Red," he pants as he looks at me, his eyes burning with desire, "if we do this, you're mine. There's no going back." I nod in approval and bite my lower lip, needing what he's about to offer me. There's no way he means what he says. He'll soon get bored of me, especially with all the brazen hussies wandering round here in next to nothing.

Rock lowers me to the floor, watching me through his hooded eyes. He grasps my face in his hand, his palm almost the size of my face. "I mean it, Red." I reach up on my toes, his frame towering over me, and place a tender kiss on his lips.

"Are you just going to talk, Rock, or are you going to take me?" I taunt. Right now, the only thing I can think about is how many ways his mouth can bring me to my knees. He smirks at me, reaching for the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. He inhales sharply as he drinks me in. I lean forward and whisper, "What the fuck are you waiting for, bad boy?"

He growls, which just turns me on even more. He reaches for the cup of my bra, folding it down as he leans in and bites gently on my budding nipple. Electricity shoots to my core at his expert mouth. His hand glides down to my jeans, undoing the button and sliding them down my legs. I step out of them as he grabs my hand and leads me towards the bed. He pushes me backwards as my legs hit the bed. I fall back, letting out a little giggle, and he smiles. He leans over me, placing feather kisses along my breasts and abdomen. I arch off the bed, needing more contact, and it's his turn to laugh.

"I've waited days for this, Red. I'm taking my sweet time, savouring every fucking minute."

I throw my head back in frustration, knowing this is going to be a tortuous tease until I finally find my release. It's then I feel his hot breath above my underwear, and I inwardly groan. He pulls the material to the side and his tongue darts out, licking through my folds. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he circles my clit, and I feel myself squirming under his touch. He places his hand on my abdomen, holding me in place as I thrash around on the bed.

His tongue works rhythmic patterns on my bud, and I whimper as that all too familiar feeling builds in the base of my stomach. My legs begin to shake either side of his head as he sucks on my clit, sending me toppling over the edge.

He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my juices. "You taste fucking magical. I could eat this pussy every day for the rest of my life," he says as he crawls up my body, leaning down to kiss me. Usually, tasting myself would make me cringe, but being here with Rock, who is now hard for me, makes me dart out my tongue to taste every last drop.

I reach down and lift his top over his head, taking in his perfectly chiselled abs. His body is like a piece of artwork adorned with numerous tattoos. He stands up to remove his jeans. He's wearing no underwear, and I grin at him.

"Easier access, I see." I wink, and he leans above me, resting on his elbows.

"Only for you, Red." He devours my mouth as if I'm about to be his last meal, and I feel the excitement pooling between my legs.

Reaching over to the bedside drawer, he pulls out a condom and rolls it in place. I find myself watching in awe. He's huge, and I wonder how he'll ever fit inside me. He lines himself at my entrance, slowly easing his way in. I tense initially while my body adjusts to his size, then I feel my walls clench around him and hear him hiss.

He draws back slowly and eases himself back in, filling me. I arch off the bed, adjusting my position, and he reaches between us, circling my clit with just enough pressure that I can feel myself building to another orgasm.

He pounds into me while continuing his assault on my clit, and I feel the sensation building as I writhe around beneath him.

"Fuck, Red," he grunts, and I fist the sheets under my hands. "Red, I feel like a fucking schoolboy. I can't hold on much longer." He strokes my clit until I clench around his cock. I reach down, stroking my own pussy, and he groans while he watches me through hooded eyes. "Oh fuck," he shouts as I continue to play with myself, milking his cock as I ride out my own release.

We lie together, my head resting on his shoulder, listening to his heart thumping in his chest as I trace my finger along the tattoos on his torso and his hand strokes along my back.

"Red?" I don't want this trance to end, but I have a feeling by his tone that I might just come crashing down from my high. "Red?" he repeats.

"Hmm," I acknowledge, halting my exploration of his tattoos.

"You need to tell me what's going on with that prick who came here earlier." I sigh.

"Please, Rock," I plead, "I really don't want to talk about him when I'm still on cloud nine from one of the best rides of my life." I look up at him, and his eyebrow arches as a grin crosses his lips.

"As much as I love to hear you say I'm the ride of your life. I can't just brush this under the rug." I lay my head back on his chest, resigned to the fact this isn't going to be a battle I can win.

"He's Meli's father, my ex." I lean up on my elbows so I can look at him while I share something I haven't disclosed to anyone. He watches me, not saying a word, waiting for me to continue. I swallow hard. "He's a Crown Court judge." I watch for his expression to change, and when it doesn't, I continue. "I walked out a few weeks ago with Meli while he was at work and I've been living in my car ever since.

"I met him when I was eighteen and thought it was true love. It couldn't have been further from the truth. Of course, initially, he flaunted me with flowers and expensive meals. That was until he got a job here in Leicester. He asked me to move, and I jumped at the chance, but once we were out here, that's when the abuse started. To begin with, it was the odd slap here or there, and then he became more violent as the years went on. I had no one. He'd isolated me, made me feel insignificant. Until one day, when he raised his hand to Meli, I decided enough was enough. I mean, for fuck's sake, she's a baby."

My voice begins to crack as I rush to get everything out, all my dirty little secrets. A lone tear falls, and he reaches up, wiping it away with his thumb. "That was the final straw. I waited for him to leave for work, packed my bags, and set out in the car. I've been moving ever since, trying to stay one step ahead of him."

Rock cups my face in his hands. "He will never touch you again . . . ever."

"But Rock," I cry, "he's going to get you arrested, and he will drag me back to that hell hole."

"Over my dead body, Red. I'm serious, he won't touch you again. Even if they come for me, the club will look after you." He leans down, placing a tender kiss on my forehead, and it sets off a fresh wave of tears. "No more tears. We can fix this, okay?" I sniffle, resting my head back against his chest. He strokes my hair gently, and I feel my eyes getting heavier as I drift off to sleep.

ROCK

Drifter calls church. After yesterday's little incident, he's hoping to get ahead of the curve. When Red disclosed the man's a judge, we knew he wasn't going anywhere without a fight. Drifter hits the gavel on the table, bringing our attention to the start of church.

"So, Lizzy informed us last night that the lovely piece of work who showed up yesterday was Judge Darius Parker, who Rock kindly introduced to his fist."

Drifter looks at me over the table, and I shrug at him. "How the fuck was I supposed to know?"

"You're not supposed to throw punches and ask questions later, Rock," he growls. "We expect he's gonna press charges against Rock, but Lizzy also revealed that for some years she's been at the mercy of his fist." The room erupts in grumbles of disgust. They've all come to like Red, and she's really become one of the family. "Quiet down, fellas," he shouts. "Luckily enough, the cameras in the bar area caught our local judge pulling her by the hair while she cradles her daughter. If anything, we can use this as leverage."

"I'll get hold of my sister, Pres," Gears announces.

"Good idea. I think our Enforcer might be needing a solicitor very soon," Drifter replies.

I groan. "Really, Pres? I've dealt with worse than some junked-up judge."

"Rock, we need to play this right, and if that means you lawyer up until we can work out a plan, then that's what you're gonna do. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Pres." I roll my eyes at him, not missing the look of clear disdain on his face. "Pres?"

"Yes, Rock?" He's pissed, and I can tell he's expecting me to argue the toss with him right now.

"I wanna claim Red." The entire room stills and turns to look at me.

"Okay, brother. You heard the man—she's off limits," Drifter announced. "I'm sure Rochelle will be happy to have another ol' lady around here on a permanent basis."

I told her last night there was no going back. When you know, you just know. I'm not sure how she's going to take the news, but I'll cross that bridge when it comes. She's mine and so is that little princess. Drifter is right, she needs us. She needs stability, and there is no way I can have another man touch or lay a finger on her.

"Yes, brother," Slayer congratulates me, slapping me on the back. "Although not sure I could spend the rest of my life with the same pussy." I roll my eyes at him, but in reality, that was my view just a couple weeks ago, yet here I stand today, itching to have her cunt clutching round my cock again, even though it's only been a few hours.

"Whore pussy gets boring, Slayer. When you get a taste of something pure, you'll know what I mean."

He throws his head back laughing. "Nah, man, that shit gets stale."

Drifter hits the gavel on the table, bringing an end to church. The other bikers pile out, but as I go to leave, Drifter stops me. "Good for you, brother. I could see it in your eyes that first night. I remember the hold well." He grabs my hand and pulls me in for a manly hug. "Now, don't fuck it up. Rochelle will kill me in my sleep."

It's been a couple days since I declared Red was officially off the table, and her ex has yet to make his move.

Red and I are outside in the courtyard, the sun warming us as we lie on a blanket under the only tree out here. Rochelle took Meli to the park to give us some time. I need to speak to her about becoming my ol' lady and I'm really not sure how she's going to take it.

She lays her head on my chest, and I wrap her ringlets around my finger. The auburn colour glistens in the sunlight, and the smell of her perfume calms my nerves instantly. Stop being a pussy and just talk to her.

"Red?" She stretches out beside me, looking up at me.

"Yes?" She gives me her cheeky grin, and I know she's thinking of all the naughty things we could be doing right now with not having Meli.

"Behave." I reach down, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. She pokes her bottom lip out, sulking.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Seriously, as much as I would love to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless, I need to talk to you about something."

She sits up, her eyebrows pinched together as a look of concern replaces my fun-loving fox. I smooth my fingers over her frown. "No need for that, Red." She visibly relaxes, letting out a long exhale. "I want you to be my ol' lady."

She laughs, and when I don't join her, she stops. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Deadly."

"Rock, we hardly know each other. Of course, I have feelings for you, but I can't rush into anything. I have Meli to think about."

"I know you come as a package, Red. You're mine . . . whether you like it or not."

The gates to the clubhouse slide open and a police car pulls in. I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what's going to come next. Two officers step out and approach us.

"Afternoon. You wouldn't happen to be Elizabeth Parker?" the female police officer asks. Lizzy turns a shade of white and her eyes show panic. I reach across, grabbing her hand and letting her know I'm here to support her. She nods in response.

"We've had reports that you're being held against your will." I scoff. Is this bitch for real? She looks across at me and her expression hardens.

"No, I'm not," Lizzy replies, her voice barely audible.

"Darius Parker reported you were being held against your will and that he was assaulted when he came for you." I squeeze her hand and get to my feet, reaching down and helping her up.

"Does she look like she's here against her fucking will?" I snap.

"Sir, if you could just keep calm, we're here to investigate the allegations," the male officer says as he moves forward, standing between the female officer and us.

"I bet. More like here to do his fucking dirty work," I growl. Red places her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down.

"As you can see, officers, I'm here under my own free will. I'm not being held under duress."

"Unfortunately, we will have to act on the allegation of assault," the male officer replies.

"Well, then, take me in. I was the fucker who broke his nose."

"Rock," Drifter bellows from across the courtyard, "not another fucking word." Drifter walks to where we're standing.

The male officer produces handcuffs. "You're under arrest for the assault of Judge Darius Parker. You do not have to say anything that you might later rely on in court." I turn, giving him easy access to my wrists, and see the worry etched across Red's features. She's biting on her bottom lip as her eyes fill with tears.

Drifter wraps his arm around her shoulders, and I nod in thanks. He steps forward, putting the solicitor's number in my pocket. We have a plan, and I just have to stick to it.

Red steps forward, placing a tender kiss on my lips and mouths the word, ‘Yes.' My eyes light up and I smile wide as they pull me away.

"Was that a yes, Red?" I shout.

"I love you, Rock," she cries as the officer places his hand on my head and shoves me into the car.