Disciple: Knights Disciples MC (26 page)

This time she listened. She let him go to Lucas first. In fact, all of the Knights’ Disciples rushed past her. She could hear the sirens now. Someone had called an ambulance. Laura was in a daze. She was too busy playing back in her mind the life of her brother, a brother she instinctively knew was dead. She could feel it. Lucas was dead.

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

The death of her brother was completely unreal to Laura Mills. If she had not been there, if she had not been a part of it, she might not believe any of it.  That her sweet brother, who grew up despite having lost their mother and father, and having been affiliated with a treacherous gang, survived only to die trying to save her.

The guilt was crippling.

Laura barely ate or bathed days and weeks after Lucas died. Will had to dress her like a limp rag doll so she could attend Lucas’s funeral. The Knights’ Disciples gave him a tremendous sendoff, with the full colors and attendance of the club. Will, Pete, Darren, and Brett were hit pallbearers. He was buried back east in Baltimore alongside her parents. East coast. West coast.  Laura did not care. She had the house up for sale. Her plan was to give her money away and live under a bridge somewhere…if she lived at all, Laura Mills did not care.

Will didn’t press her at all during the funeral except to make sure she got there. He merely shadowed her. There was no threat of further gang violence as the Marauders considered their score settled. They might be after Will but as for Laura, they would leave her alone. The debt was paid.

Laura did not work.  She did not answer the phone. She just lay around her big empty house that was completely paid for by her mother and father at the time of their death. She was just waiting for it to sell so she could do whatever.

Pete came over one day and, without asking permission, set her outside on the lawn chair in the back yard. He and other Knights’ Disciples dropped by doing honey dos for her and they had set up the lawn furniture on a freshly cut lawn. It was spring, or just the beginning of it. Lucas was now in the ground a month or so and the seasons were moving on without him.

Pete set a bowl of chicken noodle soup on a little table next to her and tucked a blanket in around her. Though the trees were budding with new life and the grass was growing, the weather was still cool.

“What? Is she an old lady?” a voice boomed across the yard.

Peter jerked suddenly to look over his shoulder. Laura even perked up.

Will Shriner was sauntering across the lawn. “She’s not a cripple. She’s not lame,” he proclaimed. “Laura Mills,” he leaned down and looked at her intently. “This is the last day you get waited on. You need to start doing for yourself.”

He awakened part of Laura and part of her was still dead and cold. That part responded to him. “I don’t care,” she said in a leaden tone.

“Don’t you?” Will replied unimpressed.  “Pete she doesn’t care.”

On cue, Pete whisked the blanket away and slung it over his shoulder. He lifted the chicken soup. “I tried, boss.”

“We all did,” said Will.

As the two men walked towards the house, Laura clapped her hands. “Oh way to play me,” she called. Will turned to face her. The only way she could relate to him was negatively, for her heart was filled with poison. She wanted to wound him emotionally so she could at least feel something. “I’m calling that girl Janie. She’s a whore for the Marauders. She’s pretty banged up but they don’t care. I figure they won’t care about me either. I am going to see if I can be their whore.” Laura had no idea she was actually going to say that. She knew she was going for shocking but that just came out of her mouth. 

Will’s face was dark and gathered as he walked intently back to her. “I don’t know even know where that came from; it was so random.”

“I don’t need your protection. I don’t need you to nurse me back to happiness because there is no such thing. I want you to leave me alone.”

“I see. Well you owe me quite a bit of money for all the shit you and your brother put me through so before you’ll be anyone else’s whore, you’ll be mine. Up.”

"Don't talk to me that way," Laura growled. "And for that matter, get off of my property."

"Your property," Will repeated coolly. "The one up for sale."

"Yes that would be the one," she replied facetiously.

"Mine now. I just came from your lawyer's office. We closed. You gave him instructions to accept the first offer, correct?"

Laura squirmed. She had, indeed. And now she regretted it. "Yes," she answered.

"So I offered first," he said almost taunting her.

"Well that would be the second time I accepted an offer I shouldn't have," she countered.

"Is that supposed to hurt my feelings, Laura?" he asked. "This is my place now.”

“So if I do owe you, send me a bill, and I’ll just give that much back, assuming you are telling me the truth and you did buy my house. This whole conversation is really turning me off.  Leave.”

“I don’t want payment in cash,” he said darkly. “Now about the matter of your whoredom."

Laura got up quietly from the lawn chair and walked towards the house. If he was telling the truth, she had cash. Lots of it. She could disappear. Reinvent. Forget everything, her entire life up to that point.

"Where are you going?" he demanded. She didn't answer; she kept going. "I asked you a question."

"I don't want to talk to you, see you, or be near you," she said.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied unimpressed. "And you don't want a dead brother, but you have one. This is the way things are. Come."

"No," she said definitively.

"I am going to take you away for a couple of days," he said. Laura yawned exaggeratedly. "Careful, I'll find something to put in that mouth."

"Charming," she replied.

Eventually Will let her past. As Laura walked into her house she formulated an escape route.  The words Will once uttered came to her loud and clear: a person could live in Costa Rica for the rest of their lives on a fraction of their annual salary.  If he wasn’t lying, she just sold her house for four times her annual salary. 

Costa Rica. She was as good as already there.

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

Laura’s escape to Costa Rica was far too easy, but she didn’t care.

The first few weeks at her new address were awfully quiet. She found a house, large and sweeping, for rent. It did the trick until she found one to buy. It was beautifully appointed. All Laura had to do was move in. The major downside was that she enjoyed it by herself with the exception of the few people she encountered to help her get settled and familiar with the area.

Life was absolutely peaceful except that she was plagued with nightmares, night after night about Will Shriner. Her simple routine of long walks, some time on the beach, and then to the market to buy food to prepare simple meals wiped her out because she slept so poorly. But then the thoughts of Will consumed her daily thoughts, as well, and hers was not a romantic fixation. 

Thoughts of him were not the kind of hot fantasies she launched into that were a mix of recollection and make-believe. Will made the perfect leading man for vivid, erotic fantasies and the heat he gave Laura, real or imagined, was better tonic than any anti-anxiety medicine that a doctor could prescribe. But Will was nagging her, not arousing her and it was not fun or pleasant.

After her mid-morning walk and swim, Laura laid down on the beach in the sun. She was still physically recovering from the stress of losing Lucas, as well as being stressed out from the thought of Will every waking moment. As good as the ocean felt, she was wiped. She crashed on the sand. She was perfectly comfortable napping by herself; she didn't feel any risk. Even though none of the few people she knew were near her, she felt they kept an eye on her. 

Or so she thought.

A big dark cloud passed over the sun and caused her to stir. Instinctively she shaded her eyes as she opened them. There, above her, was a dark, bearded figure with brown, shaggy hair.  Laura had had endured so much drama and so much loss that she was beaten down. She just didn't have enough in her to be afraid. Her naps on the beach were deep, intense sleeps so it took her some time to focus but the shadowy figure was patient.

Will.

He had found her at her new place in another country. He probably knew all along where she was and just gave her enough time to settle before he made a point of unsettling her again. She closed her eyes again and rolled over, turning her back to him.

"You've gotten enough sun. Let's go," he ordered.

"I am not going to get a break from you ever, am I?" she asked.

'Told you you had a debt to me. I gave you a little time to adjust to being here. Now it's time to pony up," he said.

"Pony up?" she mocked him. 

Will guided her chin towards him so she had to face him. "Yes," he answered.

"What if I don't wanna?" she asked.

Will lifted her just enough so that her lips met his. His lips were unbelievably soft and warm. He entered her mouth his hot wet tongue. His hand found her nearly naked breast and slipped it out of her suit. His fingers gently pinched her nipple until it was hard between his fingertips. He broke the kiss but pressed harder on her pink flesh. 

"I ain't asking, Goldie Locks," he said darkly. "That's an awfully big house with a lot of rooms and you and I are going to christen every one of them."

Will guided her up to her feet. He turned her to the sun and bared the rest of her chest, slipping her top from her altogether. Her oiled skin glistened in the warm, golden light. He caressed the weighty globes, admiring them as his fingers traced them. He lightly grazed the tips of her hard nipples with his fingers just enough to tease and send an ache to her center.

"I'm thinking," he said softly. "That if I just get behind you like so," he positioned himself behind her. They fit together perfectly. He freed himself and while remaining standing, slipped inside of her. He gripped her hips and pushed her against him so that he was as deeply inside of as he could go. He grinded slowly, deliberately, while he pleasured her. Laura worked in a counter rhythm antagonizing an inevitable climax. It was not a question of if but when. And when was pretty soon.

Laura's flesh was fully electrified, her body tightened on his intense hardness. By small degrees, Will pounded into her. Laura craned her neck, arching her back against him, her eyes fluttered. Within a few strokes Laura was writhing, convulsing on him uncontrollably. As the sun blinded her, the waves of the most intense orgasm pulsed her every cell. Will bent her forward some as pleasure washed over him. He banged and grunted, succumbing to his own climax. It felt like it was wide and drawn out, but it all took place in micro-movement, covertly, powerfully. The two of them were dripping with sweat, as ecstasy possessed them, head to toe and then left them, limp and sated.

Will drew off his own shirt and wiped them both down. They kicked off the rest of their clothes and walked to the ocean, wading in. The cool soft water bathed them. He hooked under her armpits, and led her, gliding her around on her back. She was on full display for him. Floating, completely weightless, bobbing gently against the waves, it was the most at ease Laura had felt in quite some time. 

He turned her so that her feet were towards him. He spread her legs and drew them around him. He sank into the water so his mouth was level to her body.  The heat of his mouth in contrast with the cool of the water was erotic. Her sex was throbbing, aching. He flicked his tongue against her. She was fully aroused, still electrified with the last orgasm lingering in her body. He pressed and licked and brought her back to life. She was coming in the full sunlight of the day, on top of ocean waters, against his mouth. He tirelessly lapped her through it. He probed her with his tongue, sending heat throughout her as she clenched. 

He let her float a little while longer in her pleasure before drawing them up and out of the water. They dressed and walked hand in hand, up the path towards the main road and to the house. Will recognized the outdoor shower on the side of the house as they approached. The two stood under the steamy, streaming water, rinsing off the salt and sand from their bodies. Will gripped her hair, standing behind her once again. The warm water gently pulsed against the curve of her neck. He nuzzled her neck in a ticklish erogenous spot.

Laura wailed with pleasure. Her entire body lit up with sexual ready. She needed Will inside of her. She pressed her hand against the house, jutting her rear for him to take. He worked up her wetness, rimming the entrance of her body with the head of his cock. She tried to coax him into her by moving, but he dodged her. He was mercilessly teasing her.

"Please," she begged.

"Not yet," he replied.

But Laura's mind was now set on having him fully inside of her. "I need you," she begged.

Will's voice was wicked.  "No.
"

       

Laura pressed her abdomen toward the wall of the house so that she withdraw from him completely. Now Will had no pleasure either. He tried to control her hips but she didn't give it to him until he full on took it.

He took hold of her powerfully. "Do you still want it or have you changed your mind?" His question was more like a threat than a question.

"Yes," she answered.

"Yes what?" he asked her.

"Yes please," she answered.

"That will do," he replied and plunged into her. He gripped her hair, gripped her hips, and drove into her at a steady clip. He was going for his own pleasure but he had already given her so much already, she let him have it. Almost always, he pleasured her first. This time was his turn.   Underneath the flow of a hot shower, buried deep within her body, Will came hard.

They rinsed off once and for all. The water was endlessly warm. They snuck naked into the house doing their best to avoid the one or two people that were in and out. It was apparent immediately that the coast was clear. Despite being mildly wet, she dove onto the overstuffed couch and covered herself with a fleece. She was absolutely perfectly comfortable. The feeling was beyond decadent. Will climbed underneath the blanket with her. Finally they were face to face.

Will gazed at her sternly. Laura turned away.

"Don't do that," he commanded. "Look at me."

It was a struggle but she did what she was told. "If you've come to take me back, this is my new home. I am not going back. I can't go back to Baltimore."

She took in a deep breath to swallow back the emotion. Memories of her brother played through her mind.

"Did I say anything about leaving?" he asked gently. She shook her head. 

Will touched her feet with his, under the blanket. Slowly he stroked her with the balls of his feet. She was warmed to her very core. His touch was tender and soothing.

"No," she said, the offense in her rising. "Besides I owe you, right?"

Will crooked his eyebrow. "Are we going to keep this going?  Or are we going to admit what we mean to each other? I say we get washed up and take a walk to that missionary down the way."

"And do what?" she asked through the emotional spasms.

Will leaned forward and took her into his arms. "And get married," he said softly.

Laura looked in his dark and smoldering eyes and could not resist. Calm followed by profound warmth overtook her and she finally knew peace. For the first time since even her parents died and Laura felt like she lost everything when her brother sacrificed his life for hers, she felt like she knew who she was. She knew where she was going.

Laura leaned over to him, took his beautiful face in her hands. She kissed him slowly and sensually. “Yes,” she said. “Let’s do that.”

THE END