Chapter Fourteen Brigit

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: brIGIT

When Viper leaves for their club meeting, what they call Church, I sit with my dad. Both of us lost in our thoughts. I know enough about club life to be grateful that they didn't kill my father immediately after he shot Wildcard. However, I know they can't let him get away with what he's done without retribution. That's how MCs work. The thought of them hurting my father makes me physically ill. Makes me wonder if I can live in this world. Possible scenarios flit through my mind, each one darker than the previous. Will they put him in the hospital? Wildcard mentioned they have a medic onsite. So, at least he'll get immediate care. I want to find Wildcard and beg, no demand, to not let harm come to my father. But I know dad would be furious with me if I interfered.

My father leaves and goes back inside while I stay outside and lose myself in the imagination of children.

Alisa breaks through my musings to ask if I wanted them to take Colt swimming over at Desdemona's.

"Did you say Desdemona?" I ask. That's not a name one hears very often. In fact, the only Desdemona I've heard of is an artist. Desdemona Konstantin.

"Yes, she's a good friend, and she's in a relationship with my father. You might have heard of her. She's a famous artist."

"I love her work. I have an original Konstantin in my home. It's a small piece, but I love it. I hated leaving it behind. Maybe one day I can go back to Boston and get it. Along with my other things." Thinking about Boston, I wish I had asked the President of the Boston club, Havoc, if he could check on Abby. The thought of something happening to her because of me makes me ill. I make a note to ask Wildcard to have someone check on Abby and my home as soon as possible. In the meantime, Colt and I follow Alisa through the maze of corridors until she stops outside a door.

"This is a guest room that you can Colt can use. Looks like a prospect already brought in your things. He also brought a swimsuit for Colt." She points at the boys' swim trunks. They still have the sales tag. "We have a supply closet full of clothes for women and children," she explains.

Colt grabs the shorts and rushes into the bathroom. "I won't be long!" He shouts as he slams the door shut.

Alisa and I chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"I'd invite you to come with us…"

"But I can't leave the clubhouse. I know. That's okay. You're certain that Colt won't be a problem? There are enough people to watch them?"

"Absolutely. All the Old Ladies are going and some prospects. Desdemona and my father will be there. So will Avery's grandmother. She's sharp and keeps her eyes on the kids at all times. Each one will have at least one set of eyes on them, more often, two. Will Colt be okay without you there?"

"He'll be fine. He's used to doing things with other kids and their parents."

Colt comes out of the bathroom, carrying his clothes. "I put on sunscreen and I'm ready to go."

I stuff his clothes into a bag and hand them to Alisa. Elina and the rest of the kids are waiting for us in the common room. I give Colt the usual spiel about behaving himself and listening to the adults. When I'm done, he gives me his usual response, but pauses before he follows them out. "Tell Dad I'm coming back, okay? I don't want him to think I've left."

His concern gives me a flash of guilt, but I smile and assure him I'll pass along the message. I watch them drive out of the gate before going back inside. I see Wildcard moving toward me with a determined look on his face. "You were outside?"

"Oh, damn, I forgot. I just wanted to see Colt off. He's going swimming with the other kids. He made me swear to tell you he was coming back."

Wildcard smiles. "He's going to have me wrapped around his finger, isn't he?"

I chuckle. "At first, maybe. But you'll catch on to being a parent. I'm sorry about going outside. It won't happen again."

"Actually, I was looking for you. Wanted to see if you were up for a ride."

"I thought I wasn't supposed to leave?"

"You'd be wearing a helmet. No one would see you."

"Can you ride? With your arm?"

He rolls it and I see him trying to hide his discomfort.

"I'm fine."

Running my hands up his chest, I look up at him and shake my head. "I'm not risking you. How about we go to your room and we'll go on a different ride?"

"Oh, yeah?"

"We have a couple of hours before Colt comes back."

He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway and into what I'm assuming is his room. He pulls me through with such force I land on the bed. Slamming the door shut and locking it, he turns to me and stalks forward. I scramble back on the bed as he removes his kutte and tosses it on the dresser. Saliva pools in my mouth when whips off his shirt. Even with the ugly bandage, he's a magnificent specimen. A spattering of dark brown hair trails through his abs and disappears into his jeans. I fixate on that spot as his fingers move to unclasp his jeans.

"My eyes are up here," he teases me.

"I know, but I'm more interested in what you have hiding behind that zipper."

"You used to be a shy little girl. What happened?"

I chuckle. "If you recall, I threw myself at you multiple times. You rejected me every time."

He toes off his boots before shoving down his pants, taking his boxers with them. His magnificent cock slaps against his abs, the pre-cum leaving a trail. "I didn't want to take advantage of you. You were young and a virgin. I was trying to be a gentleman."

"You were a gentleman, but you were also driving me crazy. I wanted you so bad, but you kept turning me down."

"I'll never turn you down again, now strip."

Grinning, I rip off my top as he yanks down my jeans. He flips me around like I weigh nothing as he works to get me naked. My laughter turns to a groan when he buries his face between my legs. Holy shit, his tongue is magic. My core is gushing even before he slides his finger inside me and curls it. Stars explode behind my eyes as my hips rocket off the mattress. I swear he had me climaxing in seconds. How is that even possible?

I hear him tearing open a condom and glance down to watch as he positions himself at my center. His thick shaft slides into my core and fills me up. Seeing us joined fills me emotionally, too. This is the only man who has ever been inside me, and he's the only man I ever want. Finding him again makes everything I've endured worth it. Glancing up, I see him watching me. I see the love in his eyes as he snaps his hips, driving his dick into me as if his life depends upon our joining.

"I'm close," he growls.

"I'm there." Waves of pleasure wash through me as I feel him explode in the condom. He jerks and spasms through his release before he collapses on top of me. I snuggle into him as I float back down.

He leans up to stare into my eyes as he brushes a strand of hair from face. "You know I love you, right? That I've loved you for all these years?"

"From the night I seduced you and you turned me away, or the night I finally succeeded?" I ask with a smile.

He chuckles. "Neither. It was the minute you climbed behind me on my bike. The day we left Vegas. I wasn't expecting it, but the feel of your arms around me and the knowledge that you were mine to protect did something to me. I never thought I'd want a woman on my bike. Saw my life as one of freedom without responsibility. Except to my club. But you changed me." His expression is so serious that I feel compelled to apologize.

"I'm sorry?"

He tickles me until I'm screeching. "You're such a brat. I don't want an apology. I'm glad that Preacher trusted me to protect you."

"I'm glad, too. I'll give him a big hug and kiss to show my gratitude."

Wildcard grimaces.

"What's wrong? Your shoulder? Maybe you should roll onto your back?" I try pushing him off me, but he just snuggles me in closer.

"My shoulder is fine. The pain is manageable. There is something I need to tell you. I'm not sure how you're going to take it. But I need you to know that I love you. That I did what I could."