Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (13 page)

“Top,”

“God damn meddling old man.”

He caught her around the back of her neck and pulled her into
him, just like Top had, taking the picture from her shaking hands to look at it
curiously. She wrapped her arms around his waist, wondering what her father
would have thought about him. “You looked happy,” She sniffled back her tears
and nodded, “I was that day. The next one I was pretty pissed.”

“How come?”

“Dad had been fighting a merger with the skinheads. They
wanted in on the action the Tornadoes were getting, they were a bigger club, had
more soldiers but not enough connections to feed all those mouths. Dad and
grandpa weren’t happy about it, didn’t want anything to do with a gang of
racist bastards and the hassle that came with it. I didn’t know anything about
it except that they were fighting another territory battle, which wasn’t new to
me, and one day this guy comes into the garage, needing parts for his bike. Hot
shit, interested in me, bold as brass asked me out in front of a bunch of the
brothers. I was thrilled,
cause
dad and the guys had
totally put the kibosh on my love life. I’d had like four dates at that point,
because someone always showed up on a Harley and threatened my dates with
gruesome bodily injury. Jack didn’t seem to care, I liked the look of him, and
we went out. He met dad, withstood the inquisition and the threats, and I think
deep down dad just wanted me out of the way while he was taking care of
business. Totally fell for that dumbass, and the day that picture was taken
he’d asked me to marry him.”

Roar got stiff, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t let go of
her. Didn’t put the picture down or drop it, so she went on. “The day of my
wedding, I was late because I’d gotten a phone call, someone instructing me to
check my email. They hung up, I checked my email, and there were pictures,
dozens of them, of Jack wearing his cut and smoking with his brothers. Soldier,
for that rival club of skinheads.” Roar hissed out a breath and tossed the
picture and
it’s
frame down onto the counter to hug
her up tight and turn her away from the sight of them. “They were
playin
you.” He snarled, his voice deadly soft, menacing
and outraged. “While dad and grandpa were so busy trying to fend off the
merger, they’d sent Jack in after the weak link. He didn’t have any tattoos
that I would have been able to identify, he didn’t talk the talk or spout
racist shit. He played pool with Big Mike, who was so black it hurt, we even
went out with Big Mike and his old lady on a group thing once. He did
everything right to fly low under the radar, and if not for that email, I’d not
have known until it was past to late, and they had a pawn to play to get my dad
on board.”

“Who sent you the email?”

“I don’t know. I never could track down the IP address, and I
didn’t want to risk putting a target on my back by pushing it at the time while
I was on the run. I figured that from the sheer number of bodies and bullets,
Jack and his gang had showed up at the wedding to make sure it happened, and my
family wasn’t having it. By the time I knew and tried to call and tell my dad,
they were already dead.”

“Jesus. I thought it would make you happy to have a picture
of your dad. Fucked that up, big time. Shit.”

She shook her head and burrowed deeper into his chest, rubbed
her cheek over his heart and held on tight, “You didn’t fuck up.” He curled his
big body around her, rubbing his face in her hair, not saying anything for a
long time, but when he did, he made her bust out laughing. “What kind of Nazi
name is,
Jack
? And who the fuck was he kidding, thinking you were the
weak link? You’d have blown his balls off from the roof once you found out who
his people were.” She laughed so hard she thought she’d pee herself. She
climbed up his big, gorgeous body and he helped, scooping both hands under her
butt to help her wrap her legs around his hips. She laughed while she kissed
him, giggled when she pressed her forehead to his and let him wipe the tears
from her cheeks. “Gee, babe, it’s like you don’t know me at all.” He smiled
back at her, “Not a lot of gingers in
Naziville
, poor
bastards had no clue what to do with you.”

“Oh, and you do?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s that?”

“Allow me to demonstrate.”

He marauded his way into her mouth and kissed her until her
head was spinning and she forgot all about Jack. She forgot about the crowd of
guys outside in her back yard. Forgot about the smell of smoke still lingering
in her living room. Forgot that she’d locked her bedroom door to keep the sluts
and their drugs out of her bathroom, until Roar walked her right into it and
swore viciously when he turned the knob and nothing happened. “Why the fuck is
this door locked?” He snarled in frustration, rattling the knob like it would
miraculously open if he jiggled it enough. “Didn’t want anyone fucking in our
bed, or snorting coke in our bathroom.” She gasped out, trying to wiggle her
hips up to shove her hand in her pocket to get the key.

She looked down to get it out of her suddenly way to tight
pocket, totally missing the way Roar’s eyes rolled up to her face and locked
there, lids lowered and his lips curled in a knowing, satisfied smirk. “Here,”
She panted, producing the key. He shifted her to fit the key in the lock,
opened the door, shut it behind them and shoved her back against it. “I got in
there, didn’t I?” He rasped against her lips, making her moan when he ground
his jean covered cock against her pussy. He rubbed the seam of her jeans, that
hard knot, right up against her clit and made her eyes roll back in her head.
“W-what?”

“Your soft spot, you just let me in there,” He rolled his
hips again, and this time she saw a blast of light go off behind her eyes, felt
her pussy clench tight on nothing, her thighs tightening to get more friction.
More contact. More pleasure. “What?”

She shuddered and keened soft and low with the nip and
the nuzzle
he gave her throat, the hard pump of his hips
that gave her more of what she wanted. His hand snaking up under her shirt to
jerk down the lace of her bra cup to firmly palm her breast. The cooler air of
the room hit her fevered flesh, making her nipple pebble up in invitation. One
that Roar didn’t ignore, licking firmly across the sensitive tip, knowing now
what it took to make her moan and melt. “Our bed. Our bathroom. You didn’t even
think about it, you just said it,
cause
you felt it.”

“Roar-“

“Give a guy that kind of sweet, he’s any kind of man at all
he knows he better take care of it so it doesn’t turn sour. I fucked up,
getting
Nasa
to hunt down that picture.”

“You didn’t fuck up,”

“Made you cry, made you hurt.”

She grabbed his hair in both hands and struggled to force
strength enough into her arms to pull so he would lift his head from where he
was suckling at her breasts. Make him look at her. She winced when his lips
popped off of her nipple, panted because the shift made his hips rub against
her clit again. Which made it difficult to think straight, “You heard me when I
said I didn’t have any pictures of my family, and you found a way to give me
one. I hadn’t seen my father’s face in over seven years. I forgot what it
looked like, forgot what my family looked like.  I was crying because you
gave that back to me. Not because looking at Jack made me remember he took that
away.” His chin jerked back like she’d landed a punch, his eyes went hot, and a
deep purr like sound rumbled out of his chest. “In there,” He rasped, and she
nodded, letting go of the fistfuls of hair she had to smooth her fingers
through that thick mane of his. “In there,” She agreed.

Chapter Fourteen

The sun was shining on her face, her body one big delicious ache,
the next time she opened her eyes. Roar had just sat up after touching a string
of kisses across her cheek, and she found herself smiling to see the way the
sunlight sparkled in his shaggy golden hair. “It’s seven, you
feelin
okay?” She glanced at the clock on the bedside table
to see that it was in fact seven in the morning, and she hadn’t gotten up to
puke her guts up at 5:45. “Feel good.” She murmured, her eyes closing with a
hum at how he stroked his hand down her hair. “Pigs are
gonna
be pissed that I’m late with breakfast.”

“Already fed them. Wanted you to sleep good after last
night.”

Her cheeks turned pink, remembering how he’d tirelessly,
tenderly, passionately made love to her until neither of them had been able to
breathe, let alone move or think. He bent down while her mind was sluggishly
trying to turn over, but the images of them tangled up in her sheets kept
replaying over and over. So much so that when Roar bent down to kiss her again,
she was imagining how he’d used his mouth to drive her to an impressive rolling
orgasm. So much so, that her body, which should have been exhausted and out of
commission for months, ignited and melted in readiness for more. “You know, for
a pregnant woman, you sure do blush a lot.” He teased, which had her pinching
his nipple, drawing him back in for more kisses even as he laughed at her.

He hauled her across his lap and twisted to put his back
against the headboard. He kept her wrapped in the blankets of the bed and
cuddled her to his chest. She enjoyed the way it felt to rest her head back on
his bicep, her fingertips touching the edge of his jaw while their lips clung
and smacked sensually. “
Gotta
question for you,” She
took another little kiss and relaxed back into his hold, her eyes half closed
with relaxation, “Kay.”

“We need more room, this place is sweet, but there’s no room
for the kid.”

“Yeah.”

“Noticed you have a bunch of home improvement books. You good
if
me
and some of the boys start making some
additions? Don’t have much time, and I don’t want to be busting the walls down
with my boy sleeping in the house.”

“I’m good with that.”

“Good. One more thing,”

“Hmm?”

“We need to come up with a name for him.”

His hand rubbed over her stomach, and her heart utterly
kicked over. May have even flopped right out of her chest and into his big
hands, right then and there. He was smiling softly, gently at her, happiness
and contentment plain in his expression. “I already did.” His lips kicked up
and he licked them, dubiously looking down at her, “Better not be something
lame, like Max, or Sam.” She reached up and touched a kiss to his scruffy
cheek, murmuring in his ear. “Lyon. With a ‘y’.” She felt his muscles jerk, and
then his cheek move with a smile. “I like it.” He murmured hoarsely, and the
second their lips touched, she sucked in a breath of surprise. “What?” She
looked down at where his hand still cupped the side of her belly, and held her
breath, feeling it again. “I um, I think he likes it too. You didn’t feel
that?”

“What?”

“I-I think he moved.”

She shrieked when she was suddenly moving,
oomphing
when her back hit the mattress and the blankets
went flying. Roar flipped down to lay between her legs, up on his elbows, his
hands framing her belly with this intent look of concentration on his face. She
knew he felt the next little flutter, because his face went blank and his lips
parted in awe. That look on his face, and how he spent the next hour glued to
her stomach just in case there was another kick or wiggle to be felt, she was
almost convinced that he wanted this. The whole package. Was considering
telling him yes, the next time he ordered her to marry him.

Three days later, she was determined to kill him.

Chapter Fifteen

She threw her arm up in greeting when she marched through the
compound, and a few of the brothers called out to her, kept right on marching
back to where she remembered Top’s office being and banged on the door, fuming
while she waited for his loud, “What?” Before she threw open the door and
stormed in. “Bobby,
gotta
call you back.” He said
into his phone, and hung up, his brows up in his hair when she slammed the door
behind her. “Who needs
killin
, red?” He asked, and
she wondered if her hair was on fire, and that’s what gave it away. “Your
mother fuckin enforcer. I swear to god, if I go to jail because I had to bash
his skull in,” Top got up and waved a hand at her, “Slow down, take a load off
before you pop that kid out premature.”

 He met her around the desk and pretty much crowded
her
into sitting on the same chair Roar had a week ago after
her ultrasound. “What’d he do now?” She took a deep breath and let him have it.
“He is building an addition onto my house, and by addition, I mean he is
tearing up my yard with the backhoe from my nursery, ignoring me when I tell him
that he has to get permits from the city, and has already brought out lumber
and cement to make the foundation, but the ground isn’t level, and he doesn’t
know where the fuck the water lines are, and neither do I, so when I mentioned
that I already had contractors in the wings, waiting to get the go ahead from
me to start building, he lost his mother fuckin mind. Like I just suggested
that since he had no balls, he might as well turn in his cut for a tutu and a
tiara. He is about as gentle as a bull in a china shop and he’s going to tear
my house down before this is all done. Please, I am begging you, before he
destroys my house, I will pay you fifty grand, to get him on a job that gets
him out of my fuckin hair for one week. One week, so the contractors can lay a
proper foundation and plumbing without making me drop this kid early because I
killed his daddy.”