Wrath (19 page)

Everything was falling apart.

Aidan

I tore down the street and took a hard left, skirting around a car on the right and threading through traffic.  Everyone was too slow in front of me.  I couldn’t get the bike to go fast enough. 

I hit a side street and raced down it.  It brought me to a two-lane highway that was completely empty, just like I’d hoped.  When I hit the open road, I revved the engine, letting her roar. 

Fuck it.  Fuck them.  Fuck her
.

I loved her.  I knew that now.  But
damn it
!  What was I supposed to do?  She talked about throwing away my life, and then told me to throw away everything that gave my life purpose instead. 

I’d never let another person do this shit to me.  But she was right about one thing.  I was putting myself in danger on purpose. 

I’d never apologize for risking my life for a good cause, but doing that just for the thrill of it?  That was how men got killed – for stupid reasons. 

Rage had told me that she was having a hard time adjusting though, and I had a bad feeling I was going to lose her for good.   What was I supposed to do about that?  I’d sort through my shit for her, but I wasn’t going to leave the MC.

I remembered the fear in her eyes and I knew that she’d fall apart if I didn’t get that shit figured out.  But I didn’t know how to make her understand that.

Knowing I’d frightened her made it hurt even more.

This was who I was.  Who I was always going to be.  I needed the club.  I needed the violence, the pain, the anger.  The fear.

I needed it to keep me alive.

But I needed her, too.

Fuck
!

I gnashed my teeth at the road and struggled to rein in my anger as I pulled into a gas station.  Get too pissed on a bike and you could turn yourself into road paste. 

So I used the moment to calm the fuck down before, turning and heading back to the club.

I might not know what to say but I needed that stubborn woman. 

I wasn’t going to just leave her.

Aidan

“I didn’t expect you to still be here.” 

She was sitting at the picnic table, the ground around her littered with the remains of everyone else’s cigarette butts.  

I walked toward her.  Her eyes were stained with tears.  She wiped her cheeks quickly and looked away, clearing her throat.

She didn’t know it, but that just about broke me.  Not the fact that she was sad, or angry enough to cry.  She didn’t want me to see it.

The puffy redness around her eyes should have washed them out.  Instead it made them seem even bluer, if such a thing was possible.

She rubbed her cheeks and gave me a stoic look.  “I’ve been helping out as best I could.  Your buddy is in there, fixing Mick up.  He’s cursing you more than I did.”  Emma gave me a halfhearted smile, her eyes lowering to the ground.

“What were you crying about, baby?”  I sat down next to her and wiped away a tear she missed.  I got that I’d probably hurt her, but knowing that I had and knowing what had hit home were two different things.

She bit her lip.  “It’s complicated.”

“Is it me?”

“Part of it,” she admitted.

I nodded.  “I’m a fucking dick.”

“Yeah, you are.”  She chuckled, just a little.  Enough to let me know she had already forgiven me.

“I’m… sorry.”  The words came out funny, but I meant them.  I felt her shoulders ease under my arm and went on.  “I’ve never gotten like this with a woman.  You… You’re under my skin.  And I need you, Emma.  And that fucks me up.”  I shook my head.  “I’ve never needed anyone else.  Not like this.”

She sat, hunched in her seat, looking at her hands.  “I get that you’re with the club.  I get it.  I don’t like it, but I get it.”

“But do you get what I’m saying, darlin’?”  I stared at her, trying to see if she understood.  I still couldn’t read perfectly, but I saw her blushing.

It was the middle of the fucking night and I could see her blush scarlet from the lamplight.  She opened her mouth and closed it again, as if she wasn’t sure what to say.

“I love you, Emma.” 

She looked up at me slowly, and the change in those eyes took my breath away.  Her face crumbled, then smoothed, and before I knew it she was in my lap, her lips searching for my own.  Her mouth belonged against mine. 

As her hands wandered over my body, I pulled her closer, wanting her to feel what she was doing to me.  That
she
did that.  She was the one I wanted.

She had been right.  I didn’t give a shit about my own life.

Not until I became important to her.

She was the one who reminded me that I deserved to live.

***

No one ever told me that there would come a day when just looking at someone would take my breath away.  There were songs and movies and, hell, whole books on love, but I’d never had time for any of it. 

So meeting Emma, figuring all this shit out?  It was a shock. 

Emma was amazing.  She calmed the storm in me and restored a sense of peace that I thought was gone forever.  It was incredible and terrifying, and completely worth it. 

I held her close to me and grinned as my cock responded to the warmth of her body.  The woman certainly had
him
trained.

I was certain I would never be able to get the past few weeks out of my head.  Her voice, her body, her complete lack of fear when we were together, were going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

I wanted to bury everything into her, and watch her writhe and scream my name again.  I needed to hear her begging me for more.

“Come on.” 

I pulled her up and around the back of the club.  She let me lead her to my room. 

It didn’t matter that the sun was already starting to come up, or that neither of us had slept.  After all that stress, we both needed it.

My hands itched to drag her out of her clothes, bend her over and fuck her on the first surface I could find.

Instead I ran my hands over her slowly, backing off and returning to kissing her as she pulled her shirt over her head.  Her fingers tugged at my shirt, feeling me through the cotton, but she didn’t rush to remove it.  Instead, as she pulled away to gasp for breath, she pulled me closer.  A thrill ran through me, blood surging below my belt, as I felt the tug on the seams. 

I hooked my finger, releasing the button of her jeans and tugging them open, and slid my hands down the back of her pants, taking ahold of her ass.

“You gonna let me cum inside you, baby?”  I asked.  “You gonna let me eat that?”

A low noise escaped her lips and she nodded.

I turned her around, pressing her belly to the wall, holding her gently by her hair and kissing along her shoulder as she stepped out of her pants. 

She reached back and pulled me closer, pressing the length of my cock against the back of her thigh.  The heavy flesh became excited, and I popped my belt, ready to be free of the denim barrier between us.  Her finger hooked into her panties, tugging uselessly.

Watching the cloth stretch drove me nuts and I snatched them away so hard I tore them from her.  She gasped, turning to me, those eyes dancing like sparklers.

“Hello!”  she laughed, reaching up and kissing me deeper, her tongue playful, unable to keep her hands to herself. 

Every touch, every kiss.  It had too much meaning right now.  It felt so much more urgent in the moment.  Like if didn’t touch her, all of her, I was never going to get that chance again.

She was beautiful, her curves accentuating that beauty.  I ghosted my hand along her side, just barely touching her as I look her all in.

“Do you like what you see?”  She did a little twirl, and I was transfixed.

She walked into my embrace, her skin warming me.

“It is hardly fair that you’ve stolen my clothes, but you still get to wear your jeans.” 

It wasn’t exactly true.  I was pretty sure she had removed her own shirt, but I was having a hard time arguing with her.  She slipped out of my arms and got down on her knees, unzipping my pants and dragging them down.

She lingered over my prosthetic her hand caressing the metal before she looked up at me.  “You are beautiful.”

The way she said it, like she absolutely meant it, had me reeling.  I didn’t feel beautiful or handsome.  I felt less than whole.

Except when I was with her.

She put her hand over my cock and gave it a tug, the soft palm of her hand warm and firm around me, squeezing just the way I needed.

She looked so fucking hot there, down on her knees, her lips level with my rigid cock.  And when she put her mouth over the head of it, I threw my head back, fighting to breathe as she caressed it with her lips.  She slowly drew the soft flesh deeper and swirled her tongue over me.

God
dammit
.

I was going to lose control right there. 

I fought to keep it together.  I needed her to keep doing this.

I laced my fingers into her hair, moving her mouth up and down my cock, When she took over, she understood the pace I craved.  God, I loved this woman.  She got creative with it, gripping the base of me with her hand and moaning.  The vibration of her voice along the shaft was incredible.

I pulled her up off of me and pushed her towards the bed.

“If you keep doing that, Emma, you are going to make me cum in your mouth.”

The grin that crept across her lips then, lighting her eyes… The wild hair as she knelt there, her legs spread, hand on her throat, the other arm draped on the edge of the bed…

“And?”  she cooed.  She truly was a goddess.  . 

For the life of me, I could not fucking speak.  I had to cough into my hand, wiping my face.

She crawled up on the bed on all fours, knees and elbows indenting my bed.  When she curled her ass up in the air, her pussy fully exposed as she spread her legs, I snarled – crossed the space between us.

Grabbed her by her hips and roughly dragged her to me.  Pulled her upright and forced her face around.  Fighting not to hurt her, I claimed her with my mouth, sliding my cock inside that hot pussy. 

The shuddering groan that escaped from her and the way she reached over her head to cling to me, drove me to slow it down, sliding the arrowhead of my cock out and then back and forth lightly.  So.  Slowly. 

She cried out desperately and tried to back her ass up so that I would bury myself fully in her, but I held her to me firmly, controlling the pace.

“You’re mine,” I whispered raggedly, following her back down onto all fours, and pushing her farther up onto the bed.

“Yes, Aidan.  Uh!  Please.  Please!”

As I began to increase my speed and force gradually, she lowered her head, shuddering as she tried to stay upright.  The perfect arch of her back swayed deeply, her pussy begging me deeper until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I thrust into her, fucking her as hard as I could, the softness and gentleness completely gone. 

I pounded a long, rough groan from her and still she arched that back, pressing back into me, gripping the length of me with muscle and swollen nether-lips.

Her grip was so tight, the friction began to overwhelm me.  I needed to feel her shake and buck beneath me.  I needed her to cum on me, for her to soak me and relieve the pressure.

“What do you want, Emma?  What do you need?” 

I knew what she was going to say, and it gave me a second burst of energy.  Her limbs started shaking, and I pushed deeper, bracing myself up with a hand on her back, looking down at her face.  She had turned her head to the side, her eyes glassy and her knuckles in her mouth, fingers tangled in the sheets. 

One blue eye cracked open and looked up at me from under those thick lashes.

“Harder,” she purred, digging into the sheets again and tilting her ass up and back against me.  “Fuck me harder, Aidan.”

I gripped her tighter and increased my speed, pushing all the way into her – again and again – until she shook and screamed and collapsed.  For half a second, I was sure I had hurt her and stopped, but her arms stretched up to the head of the bed, body writhing.  She reached back and pulled me deeper inside her soaked, pulsing body, welcoming me to take mine as she rode her own. 

That was all I needed to know. 

I took exactly as I pleased then, driving myself into a frenzy until I came inside of her, letting out a guttural moan as we both spasmed and clung to one another.

I could feel our bodies, pulsing together.

Finally, when she began to stir, I pulled out of her and turned her towards me.  I needed to see her.  Needed to know what she thought.

Those eyes tilted down to watch me breathe, only tilting up to my own as she pressed her finger against my lips.

“Mine,” she whispered back.

I wasn’t about to argue.

We were both exhausted, but instead of laying next to me, she pulled my leg off, and then my stocking, putting them both up before she crawled next to me, laying into my side.

She took care of me better than I ever could.

I kissed her head and thanked whatever little bit of good luck I still had for her. 

I needed her.  I wanted her.