Chapter Eight Brigit

CHAPTER EIGHT: brIGIT

His familiar scent and the taste of his cum have me dripping with need. The thought of going down on a man always left me feeling a little nauseated, but not Wildcard. If I had to choose a last meal, the taste of him would be what I'd want. He captures my hand when I slide it toward my sex.

"My turn to reacquaint myself with your taste," he says with a grin as he positions me on the bed. I didn't know that he took off his kutte and henley, but I notice the bandage on his chest. Shows how oblivious I was before. But before I can say anything, Wildcard flips my legs over his shoulder and kisses the inside of my thigh. That slight gesture zings a jolt straight to my lady bits. "You're so wet," he mumbles, just before diving in for his feast.

Holy shit! That tongue of his could earn him a gold medal. How does he get it to cover so much area? How can he get it so far into my passage? When he brings his teeth into play, I arch off the bed with each nip of pain. This is even better than I remember. The first time, I was nervous. Now? Now, I'm just fucking needy. "More, I need… something… I need more," I beg, not knowing or caring if I'm mumbling like a loon. He must understand the crazy sex drunk speak, because he slides his thick finger into my channel. Then he adds a second, followed by a third. I'm panting as he stretches me open. God, I'm so full. I want his dick. My hips rock as he pumps his fingers in and out. My climax builds and I snap my eyes open so I can see him. I need to know this is real. That he's here, and he's the one touching me.

"Are you close, baby?"

I nod frantically as the pleasure notches up to another level. He sends me a cocky grin as he swipes his finger over a bundle of nerves that sends me flying over the precipice. I smother the keening wail that bursts out of me.

"Holy shit," I grumble as I watch him lick his fingers clean.

"I'll say," he agrees with a grin. "Fuck, I missed you. I never stopped thinking about you and I'm sorry I didn't come get you after Squiggy died. Fucking stupid move on my part."

He gathers me in his arms so I'm laying with my head on his chest. We're both working hard to catch our breaths.

"It's in the past. Let's not let it spoil our future." I sigh when I remember how fucked up the present is.

He squeezes me. "What was that sigh for?"

"There's something I need to tell you. I'm in trouble. There is a reason I came to Vegas..."

"I know. Well, I don't know all of it, but I know enough. We'll take care of it, together. My club won't let anything happen to you. We'll keep you safe. I'll keep you safe. Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow we'll face what comes."

I don't think I'll be able to sleep, but the hot bath, multiple orgasms, and feeling safe for the first time in forever sends me into dreamland.

I wake in the position I've dreamed about every night since Wildcard left me in Boston. Wrapped in his arms. The feel of his rigid cock pressing between the globes of my ass has my body humming with need.

"Need something?" he growls, as I wiggle closer.

"You, inside me?" I ask hopefully.

He chuckles as he leans away from me. I open my mouth to protest, but hear him ripping open a condom. Goodie, goodie, goodie!

I'm ready for him, so he lifts a leg and slips inside. One hand cups my breast, tweaking my nipple, while his other fingers circle my clit. He keeps a steady pace as my pleasure rolls slowly uphill. I look back at him, wanting to feel his lips on mine. He shifts to accommodate my need to taste him. Our tongues intertwine as his hips snap faster and faster until I scream my release into the kiss. His hips jerk once, twice, before he groans through his.

"Damn, baby," he whispers as he pulls out. He ties off the condom and rolls out of bed. "I want to keep you in this bed all day. But we need to get to the clubhouse."

I gape at him. Not just because of how calm he is, but also because the man is insane. "I'm not going to your clubhouse," I protest, struggling to sit up. "Don't you remember? I saw someone shoot you! There is no way I'm taking my son anywhere near there."

I slide off the bed and grab the robe I dropped. No way am I having this conversation naked. "You don't have to worry about anyone shooting you or Colt. I promise. That was a one-off. A mistake. He won't shoot anyone again."

"You killed him?" I ask, unable to keep the shock and horror out of my tone.

"No, of course not. It was a misunderstanding. He thought I'd hurt someone he loved. He got the wrong end of some bad information. I spoke to him before I came here and he apologized. I promise you, on the lives of you and Colt, that this man would rather kill himself than hurt either of you."

I shake my head. "You can't know that. Stray bullets kill kids all the time."

"Before today, the last person who shot a gun at the clubhouse was law enforcement and they killed Squiggy."

"Maybe that's true, but I won't have Colt exposed to what happens in clubhouses."

"Yet, you brought him to the clubhouse yesterday," Wildcard reminds me.

"Only because I was desperate. I didn't know where else to go!"

Wildcard draws me into his arms. "You trusted me enough to come to me when you needed help. Trust me on this. You and Colt will be safer at the clubhouse than you would be anywhere else. It's nothing like it was under Squiggy. Puma runs a clean club. He loves kids. Hell, he's a big kid himself. We have several Old Ladies now, and Colt won't be the only kid. Puma has a son and a step-daughter who are Colt's age. Our SOA has a stepson who is a year older. And our Enforcer has a half-sister who is a year younger."

"Other kids?" I ask, trying to wrap my head around kids living inside the clubhouse of a motorcycle club. "They live there?"

"Three of them live there full time. The only one who doesn't is Mal, Puma's son. His mom is with the President of another club. He splits his time between the two clubhouses. Elina, Slade, and Angel are all living in the clubhouse for now. Elina is Puma's step-daughter. Her mother is Alisa. Slade lives there with his dad, Hunter, who is a prospect and Chill, our SOA. Angel's mom is dating a prospect, Reggie. Angel is also the half-sister of our Enforcer, Viper, and a prospect."

"You have homosexual men as members of your club?" I ask, stunned that they'd be that progressive.

Wildcard frowns. "Not that I know of, although no one would care."

"You said your SOA was in a relationship with a prospect. Didn't you?"

"Oh! I see. Chill is a woman. A former Marine and one scary ass bitch. I'm just glad she's on our side."

I step back from Wildcard and stare at him in shock. "You have a female member?"

He chuckles. "We have two female members. Viper is our Enforcer, and another person I would never want to piss off. Puma isn't anything like Squiggy. I wanted to kill Squiggy, but I'd die for Puma. Do you know he set up a program here at 1% that helps women who are running from abusive relationships? He named it after his Old Lady, Alisa. She came to our clubhouse as a favor to a member of our San Diego club. She had a stalker. The guy arranged the death of her husband to clear the way for himself. Puma took her in to protect her and her daughter. Then he fell in love with both of them."

I'm nodding as he explains. "That's what the cabbie said when he brought me here. He told the woman at the reception desk that I was a guest of Alisa's. Later I saw a photo of Puma with Alisa and figured he named it after her. He's quite large, isn't he?"

Wildcard barks out a laugh. "Wait until you meet him in person. The guy's a fucking mountain, but he's one of the best men I've ever met. He won't let anyone hurt you or Colt. Hell, he'd have no problem taking me out if he thought I was a threat to you. That's who he is."

His assurances that Colt will not only be safe at the clubhouse, but would have other kids his age to play with calm my nerves. Somewhat. But the sight of Wildcard getting shot following Mike's murder still fills me with concern. "I trust you believe the clubhouse to be safe for kids, but I'm still unsure about the man who shot you. How do you know he isn't a danger?"

Wildcard grins at me. "The man shot me because he thought I had hurt you. He heard from a man he thought he could trust that I sold you into the sex trade instead of taking you to safety. I know he won't hurt Colt, because he'd never hurt his grandson."