Corrupted (8 page)

I’m just catching my breath as Jordan settles between my legs, looking down at me in awe. “You’re so much more than I expected, Sweets. I knew you’d be sweet, but you’re beyond any dream I could have had.”

His lips crash to mine, and I meet him with just as much lust as he’s pouring into the kiss. I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, then feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. My eyes widen and my breath hitches, this time in fear not pleasure. Unwanted thoughts invade my mind, memories of how much this is going to hurt, how the only knowledge of sexual contact is through pain and force. I feel heat behind my eyes, but I will the tears not to fall. I will not fall to pieces, this is Jordan, he’d never hurt me on purpose.

His hands cup my cheeks as he looks into my eyes. “I need you to trust me, Luce. I’d never hurt you.” His words reflect my fears and soothe some of my anxiety.

Lowering his body to mine, he slowly pushes into me. The stretch as he penetrates burns, but isn’t as painful as I expected. More a discomfort followed by an incredible fullness. The grip I had on his arm loosens slightly, one I didn’t realize I had.

“You okay?” he asks.

I think about it for a second before nodding, then he thrusts and I cry out, realizing that he hadn’t been fully inside me. I can feel a tear track down my cheek, the thickness of him his overwhelming and I’m wondering how I could have thought he’d been completely inside me.

“Shh,” he soothes while pulling back. His hips move forward again filling me, the pressure is still there, but the pain has evolved into something more.

He sets a rhythm as he loses himself inside me and I’m quickly swept away with pleasure, I find myself meeting his thrusts and scraping my nails down his back. The heat growing low in my abdomen is different than before, more powerful, I’m sure it will rip me to pieces, but I don’t care. I chase it, completely lost to Jordan.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans. “Squeezing my cock so hard, you’re greedy for me aren’t you, Sweets?”

He begins thrusting into me harder, each one moving us across the bed, until he grabs my hips holding me in place. He sits back on his knees, watching where we are connected. The lust on his face pushes me further towards the edge.

“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re going to come for me again.” My nails dig into his skin again when he reaches down and rolls my clit between his fingers. I fall over the edge into bliss, my entire body arching off the bed as he loses his rhythm, pushing himself deep, I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his own release.

He collapses onto me, holding himself on his elbows to prevent crushing me. His lips meet mine in a tender kiss before pulling away. He quickly rises from the bed, taking care of the condom then coming back with a warm rag that he wipes carefully between my legs, cleaning me.

I smile up at him, completely in awe of the way this day has turned out.

I can’t believe that all just happened.

I never imagined this is the turn today would take.

“Lucy!” I hurry down the hall not wanting to make my mother wait. “You need to go into the new girl’s bedroom and clean it.” She doesn’t look at me once. I nod, even though she can’t see me before hurrying upstairs. Today is my tenth birthday, but no one noticed. Today was a more important day, my father’s sixth wedding day. I gather the white sheets and decide to go put them in the washer before vacuuming and dusting.

As I enter the hallway, I run straight into my father. “Lucy, do you not look before you so carelessly run about in the house?”

“Sorry, father.” I train my eyes on the floor.

“Are those the sheets from that room?” He points to the bedroom I just exited.

“Yes.” My voice is a whisper. I am always scared to say the wrong thing, or act in the wrong way.

“Make sure to remove all of the stains.” I look at him confused. “Were there not blood stains on the sheets?”

“No, they were as white as they should be.”

He turns away from me wordlessly and I go back to what I had been doing. On my way up the steps to finish cleaning, I hear screaming. Never minding my own business, I tip toe down the hallway. In the last bedroom, I can see a light peeking through a slit in the open door.

“How dare you come to me tainted! Tell me who soiled you, sinner!” He is standing over Martha, the wife he married today. “Clean sheets after consummation is the sign of a sinner, you have been touched by the devil, Martha, and I will rid you of him.”

My hand covers my mouth. I didn’t know the reason for his question. This is my fault. I run from the room and into the bathroom. Heaving, I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

Gasping for air, I sit up in bed. My heart is racing and cold sweats cover my body. I look down at the blue sheets, remembering where I am, and what just happened.

Jordan.

I look around and he is gone.

My dream.

The sheets are clean.

No blood.

I start to panic. Did he leave because I wasn’t as pure as he thought? Does he think I lied to him? That I’m tainted? Tears stream down my face as I think of the repercussions of my actions. I’ll be seen as a whore. Damaged goods.

“Lucy?” Jordan is in the doorway. I can barely make out his frame from the pool of tears flowing. “Luce, what’s wrong?” He rushes over to me and the minute he reaches me I throw my arms around him. Gripping his shirt in my hands as if he might disappear if I let go. The tears don’t stop, I cough as I try to breathe and catch my breath. He pulls away to look at me. “You need to tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”

“I’m s-s-sorry. I don’t know why they’re clean. I wasn’t lying.” I stutter the words my strangled voice cracking.

“Babe, what are you talking about? Calm down.” He lies next to me holding me against his chest. After a while, my breathing slows down and starts to fall in line with his. I feel dizzy, and lightheaded. He is my center right now, the only thing keeping me from falling apart. “I need you to talk to me. What happened?”

I tell him about my dream, about what happened that day. “We went to her funeral a few days later. The community said she had a heart attack, I knew the truth. I killed her.”

He cups my face. “No. You had nothing to do with that girl’s death. Your father is a sick bastard. Do not blame yourself for a minute. As far as me, I didn’t even think to look for that, babe. My phone rang, it was the Pres and I didn’t want to wake you up. I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” His head dips and he kisses me. “Don’t ever doubt how I feel about you. Nothing will change that. Every fear you had before you were with me is irrelevant.”

I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him to me. He is so strong, and certain. Being able to lean on him had always been something I needed. “What does all this mean? Me being yours? You claiming me?”

“It means that no one can touch you. It means if anyone tries to I will be here to protect you. You never have to worry about anything, because I’ll do that for you. For most women, it means you’re part of the club family, but you already were.” Family. Many people see the MC as dangerous, for me they have always been a safe haven.

We lay there for a few more minutes before I sit up. “What was your phone call about?”

“Shooter wants us to come see him when we get back. Why don’t you get yourself together, then we can grab lunch and head back over to the clubhouse.” He gives me a quick kiss before leaving the room. 

I stand up go to the bathroom, and then get dressed. I’m sore which is making getting dressed a little more difficult than normal. When I walk downstairs, Jordan is standing by the large window next to the door. “I’m all dressed.”

He turns toward me. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

His arms reach for me pulling me against him. “For food?” He arches an eyebrow at me.

“Yes, for food.” I smile at him. This all feels so strange to me. I’m with Jordan now, I don’t have to hide my feelings for him. I stand on my tiptoes giving him a kiss.

“Let’s get out of here before I make
you
lunch.” The image of him doing just that has me wanting him. He smacks my butt before walking outside.

I follow him, climbing onto his bike behind him. Unlike before, I happily wrap my arms around him, holding on tight and resting my head against his back.

As we ride back into town, I couldn’t be happier. Things in my life finally feel like they are making sense. There is a part of me that is nervous being out of the clubhouse. I’ve spent the last three years in a safe place, where no one could get to me. Now I’m out in the open and exposed. We stop at a diner, heading inside and grabbing a table. After we place our order, I look up at Jordan. “So what happens now?”

“With?” He looks at me waiting for more.

“With us, my room at the club, the girls at the club, the brothers. I feel like I don’t know where I stand.” There are so many unknowns right now and it has me on edge. Most of the guys have their old ladies live at their houses, and they never really interact with the members or club except on family days. I’m so attached to everyone and to the club I don’t want to have to be cut off completely.

“Well, your room at the club is gone. I told Tracie to move all your stuff into the room I was staying in. Most old ladies don’t stay at the club, so you could move into my house.”

“But you wouldn’t be there?”

“No. Not always. Now that I’m patched in, I’ll need to do runs more often with the club. I’ll be away more.” The thought of him being on a “run” scares me. I don’t know all the details but I do know that whatever they are doing is illegal. Do I feel great about that? Hell no. But these people are my family now, they took me in and protected me. “When I’m away, I want you at the club house. I don’t feel safe with you being alone out there.”

I nod. I know my family is still around. Whether they care about finding me anymore or not is unknown. Our food comes and we make small talk about different things. I know that this new found freedom, and position will take some getting used to.

Today is the start of my new life.

When we get to the clubhouse, we meet Shooter in his office. I always get nervous around him. He is a father figure, but he is also the President and he holds all of the power.

“We need to talk about what you bein’ eighteen, and you claimin’ her means for everyone involved and for the club. Now we haven’t heard anything from that family of yours, but that don’t mean anything. I suggest you still be cautious. People like that hold grudges. As far as your role here, we don’t expect ya to keep cleanin’ up after us.” Shooter looks over at me.

“I don’t mind doing things when I’m here.” I smile at him.

“You turned out good, kid. Let me have a minute with Whip here.” I stand up and walk out of the room. Tracie is in the main room so I go and sit down next to her.

“Hey, Mary.” She looks at me for a minute. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say my nickname doesn’t fit anymore.” I can feel my face heating at her implication. “Well, tough luck. I still like it.” I laugh at her.

Jordan comes up to us. “Tomorrow mornin’ I gotta go on a run with a couple of the brothers. You’re gonna stay here right?”

“Yeah, I’d rather be here than be alone.”

“All right, well, until then I’m gonna take advantage of having you all to myself.” He picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and walking toward the door. I sweep my hair out of my face and wave goodbye to Tracie.

“See ya later, Mary!”

Jordan takes me back to the same house we were at earlier. “I’m guessing this is your house?”

“Nope, I always take girls to random houses.” I elbow him in the ribs. “Shit, yeah, it’s mine. I settled on it about a month ago in anticipation of this day.”

I head up the steps and into the house taking the time to actually appreciate it. The first thing I see is an empty room on my right, and the steps leading upstairs to my left. Walking straight, I come to the kitchen with another long room on my right attached to the first, if I had to guess that would probably be the dining room. When I continue my tour through the kitchen I come to the living room. It’s like every other room is: completely empty. “Is the bed the only piece of furniture you bought?”

“Yeah, it’s the only one I cared about.” He wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me against him. “Honestly, I figured you could pick the stuff out. I’m not good at any of this crap, and I wanted you to like it.”

I spin in his arms. “I swear you’re bi-polar. We need to talk, but unfortunately there’s no where for me to sit.”

“I have somewhere for you to sit.” He whispers in my ear, his hot breath causing my body to break out in goose bumps.

“Ugh, you’re a lost cause.” I plop down on the living room carpet, patting the spot next to me. “This will have to do.”

He sits down shaking his head at me.

“Why did you leave?” No warm up, I’m jumping in headfirst.

“Shit, do we really need to do this, Luce? I mean everything is good now.” He runs his hand through his hair, and I can tell this is the last thing he wants to talk about.

“Yeah, we do. I need to know what happened. You don’t know how bad it hurt me.” I think back to the sharp pain in my chest.

“I had to leave, babe. When we first took you in, the Pres said no one could touch you ‘til you turned eighteen. From the very first day, I felt the overwhelming need to protect you, in time I wanted you. That night when I kissed you, it took everything I had to walk away from you. I knew if I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I would risk losing my patch. That was club business, and I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” He didn’t leave because he didn’t care, he left because he did.

I launch myself at him, knocking us both to the ground. I knew I hadn’t been crazy all these years. There was something between us but it was taboo. He fought it and I took that as he was disinterested. We are laying on the floor together when his phone rings.

“Hey. Yeah, no problem.” He pulls me on top of him. “I have to leave tonight instead of in the morning. We need to head to the club.” I pout at him. “I’m gonna have Tracie take you out tomorrow, you can pick out whatever you want.” I still keep my pout in place. “I wish I could stay but I can’t. Come on.” He sits up bringing me with him and we stand, heading out to his bike.

I hate that he has to leave tonight. I mean we just got together and it’s my birthday. I guess I need to get used to this, him leaving, sometimes at the drop of a hat. I always heard the guys talk about the last minute trips, I just never thought I’d be dealing with them because Jordan was always running from me.

We get to the clubhouse and head straight for Jordan’s room. His arms grip my hips. “I’m gonna miss you hard.”

“Miss me hard?” I laugh at his statement.

“Baby, I wanna do everything with you hard.” My mouth drops open. “Hey, at least I’m honest.” I lean my head on his chest memorizing the way it feels to be in his arms.

“I’ll miss you.” I whisper trying not to be an overly emotional girl.

“Me too, babe.” He tips my chin up, and kisses me.

“I love you.” It comes out without any warning. I feel him tense.

“Loved you for years, Sweets. Just had to wait ‘til I was allowed to.”