Captive (8 page)

Kicking up his booted feet on my coffee table Reaper looks to be getting all too comfortable in my house, and that kick my heartrate up another notch. I can’t have let him stay, he has to go, now. Quirking his brow he says,

“So you do have sass hidden in their sweetheart? I was wondering when it’d come out to play, and I have to say it’s fucking hot when it does.”

Jesus Christ on a crutch, he’s unbelievable. I suppose I can’t be too surprised, he doesn’t have a clue what he’s up against in T minus twenty minutes, so why shouldn’t he be perfectly happy to sit around shooting the shit in my time of crisis, or his unbeknownst to him.

“You need to leave, Reaper, like five minutes ago. Boss, Diesel, and Fury will be here any minute, and I don’t want you here when they get here, so I you would kindly get your fucking feet off my table, move your ass off my couch, and out the door it would be much appreciated.”

“Look, I get it. You’re pissed, I’m an asshole, I didn’t handle that morning well, and I shouldn’t have said the shit I did. Why I didn’t talk to you before boils down to me not being able to be around you without wanting to fuck your tight little pussy for days, talking wasn’t on my radar, still isn’t really. But now I don’t have a choice because Boss called telling me to get my ass here because there was something wrong, and like the obedient asshole I am here I am, Angel. So how about we cut the bullshit and you tell me why the fuck I hauled my ass out of bed for him when you could’ve called me yourself and I would’ve been here a damn sight faster?”

Wow, just wow. I may have been shocked by what he revealed, but underneath I’m so turned on it scares me a little. Who knew dirty talk from a cocky, forty-six-year-old biker, with a little chrome at his temples, muscles upon muscles, eleven inch cock, and voice made out of unrefined velvet could turn a girl to liquid desire? Everyone but me it would seem.

“Y-you can’t say things like that to me, it’s not appropriate.”

That beautiful deep timbered laugh spills from him again, and it makes a tiny corner of my heart melt. He looks equal parts amused and irritated, but there’s no anger, and that’s something I’m grateful for. I don’t want to make him angry if I can help it, an angry Reaper isn’t something I want to deal with, ever.

“You’re kidding right, Angel? I’ve had my hands all over that sweet as fuck body, my cock buried deep in your pussy, and my mouth has explored every inch of you and you’re still embarrassed? That’s not gonna bode well for us sweetheart, we’ve got unfinished business, and I’m planning on seeing to that as soon as you’ve told me what the fuck’s going on.”

Suddenly the air goes wired, still, electricity crackles in throughout the room, and the unmistakeable feeling of dread encroaches when I hear,

“What the fuck did you just say? You want to hope I didn’t hear you right, or we’re gonna have fucking problems you and me, Reaper.”

And there you have it…My worst nightmare. The two men I care about most in the world, one I’ll openly admit it about, and the other I silently pray will live through this, in the same room in what could be considered the worst possible of circumstances. Worse still…There’s not a single fucking thing I can do to lessen the carnage my admission is going to cause.

“To ride, or not to ride? That’s a stupid question.”

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Biker Guide to Life

Fuck me, could I have worse luck? That’s be a no, hell fucking no. Of all the times I could’ve picked to lay out my intentions with Adelyn, or in this case what I intended to do to her sexually, Boss would choose right that second to walk in ruining the moment. Not that there was much of one of those either, but you know what I mean. What I hadn’t expected was the look of terror in Adelyn’s eyes when she heard his voice, and I couldn’t have missed the physical flinch at the tone of his voice.

Surely in all the years she’d known the man she’s heard the other side of his nice, or maybe not. Maybe he saved up all his nice for her, and her alone. I wouldn’t put it past him, not with the way he protects her, puts her first, the way speaks about her like she’s made of spun gold. I don’t disagree either. Adelyn is all that and more, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit here like a chump while she looks scared out of her mind, terrified in her own house.

I take the opportunity to rise from my spot on the couch nabbing her wrist when I’m in reaching distance tugging her securely into my side. For all the sass she dealt me minutes ago Adelyn surprisingly, but not unwantedly melts into my side like she belongs there. And maybe she does. Maybe this is exactly where she’s meant to be from here on in.

“You want to explain what in the fuck is going on, Addie? You call, I’m here, but I walk in to this asshole telling you shit like that, and I think I’m due some answers, yeah?”

Boss looks pissed, and I can’t blame him, but fuck that. He’s not going to speak to her like that in her own home, a place she without a doubt should feel safe, and it seems Bax feels the same when he comes into the room teeth bared, hackles raised looking between all four of the huge men filling his mistress’s house. Quietly, so quietly it’s almost a whisper, I hear Adelyn say,

“Come Bax. Heel.”

Obediently the dog makes his way to her side sitting on guard. His ears are still standing straight up, and he looks ready to fight to the death to keep our girl safe. Yeah, I said it. Our girl. Because she is, she’s mine, or she will be when I sort out what the fuck is going on, and why she called the Three Stooges down.

“You want to watch how you speak to Adelyn, yeah? I wouldn’t want to have to spill your blood before midday, it’s too early for that shit, and I haven’t had near on enough sleep to deal with that shit. So how about you tone it down, and we all get some answers to our questions?”

He doesn’t look impressed. Diesel less so, and Fury looks down right murderous when he says,

“I recommend you take your dirty fucking hands off her, let her come to us, and then we’ll talk.” His voice is calm, but the undercurrent can’t be missed. He’s letting me know if I don’t release her, to him, he has every intention of kicking my ass. Well he can bring it on. I’m not letting her go even if she asks me to, and by the feel of it she isn’t. If anything she burrows further under my arm trying to hide from everyone in the room.

I squeeze her with the arm currently around her offering reassurance. It doesn’t matter how much of a dick I’ve been, I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. That goes for everyone in this house, and up until I made my decision to claim her on the way over here that would’ve included me too.

The fact I don’t know much about her aside from what Boss has told me, her art in her bedroom, and the few things Kendall or Lou have revealed should matter, but it doesn’t. I know how she looks at me when she thinks I’m not watching her. I know how she tastes on my tongue, her mouth, her skin, her pussy. I know what she feels like beneath me when she writhes, arches, clamps down her tight muscles. I can feel the need, the spark of electricity between us when we’re in the same vicinity, we don’t even have to be close and I can feel it. Most of all I know that she is the woman that’s going to hold my heart captive. Whether I’m ready to admit it or not, she already does.

Fucking alarming thought that she’s wormed her way into that useless organ, taking up residence in a way that I believed no one other than my son could. And an even more frightening thought is that I think she’s taken over from Steel. She owns a part of me that was never meant for him, that he could never reach, and that’s a bitter pill to swallow when I thought I’d given him my all, everything I had. But it’s clear I hadn’t. I was waiting for her. Waiting for someone that would become my everything. And even though it’s early days, I can tell she’s going to break me, but at the same time she’s going to put me back together a better man. One that’s worthy of her.

Straightening as best I can with Adelyn tucked into my side I give Fury a smile that comes out more like a sneer.

“Yeah, I don’t think so motherfucker, she’s fine right where she is. Do I need to call my boys, and even the numbers a little if we’re going to tango?”

“No! Please no.” Adelyn exclaims from beside me. She shaking now leaving me no choice but to scoop her up into my arms, depositing her ass in my lap in the armchair in the corner of the room.

Arranging her so that she curled into me again I stroke down her arm, and murmur,

“It’s alright Angel. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, promise. You’ve just got to trust me for a minute. You think you can do that, sweetheart.”

Seeing the tears in her eyes fucking hurts. It makes my chest tight, and mist fists clench. I want to destroy the fucks that have made her cry. The desire to beat the shit out of one of the men I’ve looked up to for years is startling, but not a shock. I’d do anything for the woman in my arms. Any-fucking-thing.

“Yes. I trust you Max.” She shouldn’t, I don’t deserve her trust, but I can’t say that I’m not fucking ecstatic she does.

Nodding at her I turn to the men crowding the other side of the room. Stances ready to throw down, expressions grim, anger emanating off them in waves is apparent, but no more so than the worry that’s so thick I could cut it with a knife. Clearing his throat Diesel asks,

“Ade, you gotta tell us what’s wrong, why you called us down here babe. Looks like you’ve got yourself a man that could’ve taken care of shit, not that I mind in the least being here, but you’ve gotta let us in, let us fix whatever the problem is, yeah?”

Diesel is the most reasonable of the bunch, I’m pretty sure that’s why Boss made him his VP. It’s always good to have a voice of reason over your shoulder when the shit hits the fan. Someone that will think shit out before acting, reign brothers in that’ve gone off the rails seeking retribution in anger. Shifting, but not out of discomfort, Adelyn shakes her head.

“Um, well I, don’t think this is the best time to talk about it.” She sounds unsure, but I pick up on her meaning immediately. This has something to do with me, and I’ll be fucked if she’s going to cut me out of that discussion. She’ll have to come to terms with me being in her life sooner or later, so sooner it is.

“I’m going to be straight with you Angel,” I say loud enough for the other men to hear. “We’ve got our shit to sort out, but that’s not going to change the fact that you’re mine. I’m not going to let you shut me out, and you’re going to come clean with why you called them down, and you didn’t just come to me first. I get that you’re still pissed, and you have every right to be, but that’s no reason not to come to me first. You could’ve saved them the trip if you did.”

The tension radiating from her body has her muscle going tight. Her eyes are daring between the three men glaring at me, and finally come to rest on the side of my face boring deep holes into the side of my skull. It takes her less than a second to wiggle her way out of my arms, and be standing beside the chair. It takes her less than a minute to have crossed to the other side of the room from all of us effectively creating what’s akin to a Bermuda Triangle.

“Fuck you asshole. Fuck you right to hell and back. You’ve got no right to tell me to come to you for help after what you did, and if you didn’t have your head so far up your ass you would have picked up on the fact I was trying to save it. But no, you have to go all macho saying crap like that, making it impossible not to bring you into it. So fuck you, and I hope your life insurance is paid up.”

I’ve never seen anything like it. The fury she managed to hide. The fact she said she was trying to protect me has me uncomfortable as fuck, and I don’t mean emotionally. I’m turned on as hell at the feisty woman spitting fire in my direction, and as inappropriate as it is she has me hard as a rock.

“Now’s the time to spill, Addie. More than happy to escort the bastard out, have a chat with him after you have, but it sounds like something he’s involved in, so why don’t we get it over and done with, yeah? It’s been a long ride, and I’d like a fucking nap, I’m getting old you know.”

He’s trying to inject some humour into the already tense situation, and Adelyn can tell because she gifts him with one of her rare, but stunning smiles before it morphs into a look of desolation. Drawing in a deep breath, and exhaling she floors me. Like might as well have knocked me the fuck out because nothing shy of that would’ve had me on my ass as quickly.

“I’m pregnant, and I want to go home. I want to go home to Furnace.”

I don’t think before I speak. Maybe I should have, but like everything else today I don’t, and even if I had I don’t think I’d have done anything different.

“No. Fucking hell no are you going anywhere with my kid inside you. You want to take off, you do it after it’s born, and I’m telling you if you do you’ll be leaving it with me. No fucking question about it. That’s my baby, and you’re not going fucking anywhere.”

“The fuck you say?” Fury snarls. “You think we’d leave her in your care you fucking asshole? Listen to yourself. You’d take her kid from her? If that’s the kind of man you think we’d leave Ade with, you’re fucking insane cause that’s not going to happen on my watch.”

Yeah, well he can think again because there’s no way in hell she’s leaving my sight until I’ve had a chance to talk to her, and we’ve sorted this out. She’s sure as shit not leaving with my baby in her belly, never to be seen again. And then it hits me…That’s exactly what she was going to do. She was going to leave without telling me she was pregnant. She was going to pack her shit, and have them take her out of Blackwater without so much as a word to me, the father of our baby. The man that’s falling in love with her. Fucking goddamn it.

“You fucking bitch! You were going to take off with my kid weren’t you? You hate me that much you’d do that to me, to Steel, cause that’s his brother or sister you’re carrying. You get that right? It’s not only my son or daughter, but a brother or sister for my boy. The only thing he wanted I couldn’t give him, and you’d take that away from him with no thought for anyone but your-fucking-self. You stupid fucking whore, I knew better than to trust you. I should’ve demanded more than just fucking disease testing, I should’ve had them test you to see if I knocked you up too, at least that way I’d have known, even if it was a piece of paper that would’ve told me instead of you. You’re a piece of fucking trash for doing this, you make me fucking sick.”

I realise a millisecond too late that none of that should’ve been said out loud. I should’ve thought on it first, sorted out how I feel about the news, how I feel about her before I said anything because in that moment, when I look up to see the tears cascading down her cheeks, the look of complete devastation on her beautiful face, and the way her body crumples to the floor before anyone can catch her, I know. I know what I’ve done can never be undone. And I know without question that I’m in love with Adelyn London. That’s the last thing I think before everything goes black.