Chapter 6

LIZZY

Rock works his way between my legs, blowing gently on my already glistening pussy. My body reacts instinctively. It's been longing to have him here since the moment he was dragged away. He runs a finger through my folds as I arch off the bed, closing my eyes and relishing in his simple touch.

"Red, open your eyes," he demands, and my eyes fly open. "I want you to watch me, so the image of me eating your cunt will be burned into your brain for eternity." I smirk down at him and pull my bottom lip in between my teeth as he growls. He places his palm over my waist, pushing me into the bed. His tongue darts out and glides through my pussy, and he swirls his tongue around my clit, the sensation humming throughout my whole body as I watch him eat me out. He takes his spare finger and pushes it into my needy pussy as I again arch off the bed. He looks up at me, a smirk evident on his face. He watches me tentatively as my orgasm builds from his expert touch. I feel my face flush and my breathing hitch as that familiar sensation builds and my legs begin to shake.

"I've been dreaming of watching you come apart on my tongue for the last two days," he says as he works his way up my body, placing gentle kisses along his path. My mouth is dry, and words escape me as I ride a wave of ecstasy. He pauses at my tattoo, admiring it before he places a tender kiss over it.

"Red, you are un-fucking-believable. You know that, right?" I frown at him, wondering what he sees in me. I've never been worshipped like this before. "And you're all mine now," he says as he runs his finger over the artwork that lays neatly between my breasts.

I reach down and grab his face in my hands, pulling him up my body.

"Are you just going to spend this child-free time admiring my tattoo, or are we going to use it wisely?" I jest, wiggling my eyebrows. I need to feel him. All of him.

"You don't have to tell me twice, Red." He laughs as he devours my mouth.

I lay on Rock's chest as he runs circles along my back, the last couple of hours have been amazing, we have worshipped each other's bodies. We claimed each other properly since I agreed to be his ol' lady, for the first time in forever I feel like I'm home. When I lived with Darius that was supposed to be my home, but it never was, it was my prison. He controlled my every move, even when I left and lived in my car, he still controlled me. I may have been free from the walls that he confined me in, but I wasn't free in the sense I could do or be who I wanted to be. Here, in Rock's strong embrace, I can be myself. He doesn't want to change me, he accepts me and my daughter, he makes me feel like the most important woman in the room.

"Rock," I whisper, hearing his laboured breathing as if he's fallen asleep. I lift my head and, sure enough, he's fast asleep. I peel his arm from around my shoulders, and he stirs, pulling me into his side.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he grumbles in his sleepy state, and I look up at him. His eyes are still closed and a small smile falls on his lips. He opens one eye looking down at me.

"Sorry, Rock, I didn't mean to wake you," I whisper, and he opens both eyes, staring into my soul.

"Never apologise for waking me, Red," he says as he leans down and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Waking with you in my arms is one of the best feelings in the world."

I pat him playfully as I roll my eyes, moving out of his grasp. He leans up on his elbows, watching as I make my way to the bathroom. I look over my shoulder at him and tease, "You should take a picture. It lasts longer."

"I don't need a picture. I'm gonna be watching this every day for the rest of my life," he shouts as I close the bathroom door behind me.

We're sitting in the bar, waiting for Rochelle to come back with Meli, when we hear a commotion outside the clubhouse. Rochelle is shouting and screaming at the top of her voice, and my adrenaline automatically kicks in as I run out the doors with Rock and Drifter hot on my tail. Rochelle is standing just before the gates with a vice-like grip on my daughter's pushchair. I can hear the bastard before I see him, and I sprint across the car park.

"Get your dirty fucking hands off my daughter," I shriek, closing the distance between us. Drifter and Rock are a few steps behind me as it takes them a moment to catch up and realise what's transpiring in front of them.

"She's my fucking daughter as well. I'm entitled to see her," he yells. I would usually recoil at his tone, but knowing Rock stands proudly behind me, I'm no longer afraid of Darius. I stand between him and my daughter's pushchair as she wails behind me.

"When it fucking suits you," I spit at him angrily. "You know as well as I do you can't just show up here and take her." He steps closer into my personal space and smirks at me. I feel Rock there within an instant, and I put my hand out to stop him. His nostrils flare as his eyes turn black with anger.

"I've got this," I say as I place my hand on his chest. I need to show Darius that he can't intimidate me anymore, that he can't throw his weight around and expect me to shatter into a thousand pieces like I once did. Rock looks at me, then looks right past me and glares at Darius. He nods, taking a slight step back, but not too far that he can't take a swipe if he needs to.

"That's right, get your little pit bull under control," Darius says with a smirk, and I know exactly what he's trying to do. He's trying to push Rock's buttons, to provoke a reaction. I look over my shoulder and mouth ‘I love you' to Rock, then I watch him visibly relax.

I inch forward into the space between us a little more, and we're almost toe-to-toe. I don't want him to know I'm intimidated. I want to show him that right now, I have the power and I hold all the cards.

"Darius," I say calmly, my mouth dry as I swallow hard, "go fuck yourself." I throw a grin in his direction, and before I know it, he's raised his hand back to slap me, but Drifter grabs hold of it before it can connect.

"You heard the woman. I think it's time you left," Rock spits.

"One week with this bunch of scumbags and you suddenly think you're big enough to take me on? You fucking whore." I smirk at him, knowing I've rattled his cage, and it gives me great satisfaction. I turn to walk away, grabbing Rock's arm and pushing the pushchair into his grasp so he can't get himself into any more trouble.

"Oh, and Darius," I say as I turn around, everyone pausing, the atmosphere tense, "I think you need to get yourself a lawyer. If you want to see your daughter, you'll have to fight for access." I turn on my heels and walk away, Rock pushing Meli with one hand and placing his other at the small of my back.

"You fucking bitch," Darius yells from behind us, but I don't stop. We keep moving until we're back inside. My whole body is shaking as the adrenaline begins to subside. Rock leans in and kisses me on the head.

"You did good, Red."

ROCK

Watching Red stand up to that prick had me beaming with pride. The scared Red who he tried to drag out by her hair was no more, and instead, standing in her place was my feisty fox with the same sass that had me the moment she stumbled into my life.

She exhales loudly as we enter the clubhouse, and I grab her round the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine, parting them with my tongue, showing her with everything how fucking turned-on her sass makes me feel. She pushes gently against my chest, breaking the connection and releases a long breath.

"What was that for?" she questions as a grin spreads across her beautiful face.

"That," I indicate to outside with my thumb, "was the hottest fucking thing I've seen." She bursts out laughing and the tension radiating from her moments ago dissipates into the room. Her eyes light up, and in that moment, I'm reminded that she's my queen. I'll protect her with my life, of course, but she isn't some damsel in distress and she doesn't need saving. She needs someone by her side, guiding her to happiness and showing her what it is to be loved.

The moment is broken when Meli lets out a little squeal. I bend down in front of her pushchair, and she arches her back and stretches her arms out to reach for me.

"Is someone getting jealous?" I tease as I tap her little nose, then unbuckle her from the seat. She lets out a little giggle as I lift her up into the air.

Red laughs. "She's got you wrapped around her finger already."

"Just like a certain someone else," Rochelle interrupts, and I put my middle finger up at her and roll my eyes. This pair together are going to be fucking lethal.

Our friendly judge has gone very quiet over the last couple days, and even though I should feel relieved, it actually sets me on edge wondering what we should be expecting next from him. Drifter bangs the gavel on the table, notifying everyone to the start of church and bringing my attention to what's in front of me.

"Our good friend, Judge Darius Parker, has gone quiet over the last few days, but I'm sure he won't stay that way for long." He looks across at me trying to gauge my mood. "You," he points at me, "be on your best behaviour. Don't let him goad you into ripping on him cos it won't end well." I roll my eyes at him with a smirk.

"Would I ever, Prez?"

The whole room erupts into laughter as he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Yes, you fucking would. Now, stay out of his way so we can keep your arse outta prison."

"I reckon he might like taking it up the ass," Slider shouts from across the table, and everyone looks across at me, sniggering.

"You have something to tell us, Slider?" I smirk, and his face turns steely.

"Shut the fuck up, the pair of you," Drifter shouts, silencing the room.

"Last night, the workshop got hit," he grunts out as he runs his hands over his face. "They smashed the window and took a load of cash that this moron forgot to bring home." He points at Gears, who he lowers his head in shame.

"Sorry, Pres," he mutters.

"Think it might be the judge?" I ask.

"Nah, I can't imagine it's his style. More like The Steel Delinquents MC trying to broach on our patch again." I nod, but I still find myself wondering if it was Darius. "We need to increase security at all our businesses. Can you arrange that, Rock?" I nod again, taking my phone out my pocket and dropping a text to our connection to start the ball rolling. "These idiots have been upping their game for a few weeks now, so be on your guard. We all know they want this side of town and they'll do anything to try and rattle us. Be sure to watch the women, even the club whores. No mistakes." He glares across at Gears as he bangs the gavel on the table and brings an end to church.

We pile out the room, and I find Red in her usual spot with Rochelle, talking animatedly. It's nice to see her so relaxed, reminding me this is exactly where I need to be.

"What are you pair laughing at?" I bellow as I make my way over to them, making Red jump as I approach. She looks over at me and shakes her head, swiping away the tears of laughter.

"Mind your business, dickwad." Rochelle chuckles, giving me the side-eye, which sets off a fresh wave of hysteria from Red.

She snorts. "Dickwad?"

"You're lucky you're the Pres's ol' lady, Rochelle." I smirk at her shaking my head.

"Well, don't be fucking nosy. Us ol' ladies have to have some secrets from you guys," Rochelle says, lifting her glass and taking a sip.

"What's this about secrets?" Drifter asks as he approaches the table. He grabs Rochelle by the back of her neck, turning her to face him, then he leans down and places a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I was just introducing Rock to the fact that the ol' ladies need to have some secrets together." She smiles across at him.

"Never, sugar," he whispers just loud enough for us to hear at the table.

"Okay, we were really talking about how small your dick is," Rochelle quips, and Red's laughter, which had been beginning to subside, comes out in a complete belly laugh. I place both hands on her shoulders and lean down to her ear.

"We both know that's not true," I whisper, ensuring nobody else can hear, and I watch intently as a blush sneaks up her cheeks and she crosses her legs. That simple touch and my words already have her unravelling. "Maybe we should go upstairs and double check?" I lift her from the chair and throw her over my shoulder as she squeals out in shock.