Lucien's War (14 page)

There
was the sound of footsteps coming closer, and he stood and moved toward the
door. He saw Callie looking around the main club floor, and then she stopped
and stared at him.

“Hey,
what are you doing here so early?” he asked, knowing she wasn’t supposed to be
here for another hour, right before Kink showed up. He leaned against the
doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. She looked good, really damn
good in fact. The denim skirt she wore wasn’t obscenely low, but he saw a good
amount of her lush thighs, and his cock jerked painfully behind his zipper.

She
shrugged, and then smiled slowly. “I know, but I had to go to the store to pick
up a few more things for my dorm…” She got silent, as if saying those things
upset her.

“Hey,
what’s wrong?” He moved toward her, took her hand in his, and gave it a light
squeeze.

“Is
it bad that I wish I was staying in River Run with you?”

He
knew what she meant, but was not about to let her ruin her life because of him.
Lucien pulled her right into the meeting room and shut the door behind them.
Stroking his hand over her hair, he stared into her bright blue eyes, and knew
that this woman could be the end of him. She held his heart in her hand, and he
didn’t even think she knew it.

“Baby,
I know what you mean, but no fucking way
am
I going to
let you even entertain the idea that you’re staying here because of me.” He
scanned her face with his gaze, took in everything that made her up, and felt
his love for her grow to an even more dangerous level. “You are going to get
that business degree, come back home to work with the club, and everything else
will fall into place.” She had told him that was what she wanted, and although
saying it out loud to her, making her hear her own words, might upset her more,
she needed to know he wanted this for her.

She
shook her head, glanced down, and when she looked at him again she was smiling.
“I could stay in River Run and go to the community college so that I’m close to
you, Lucien.”

He
couldn’t help but feel this warmth fill him, shit,
consume
him, at her words. “I love you, Callie Roberts. I love you
so fucking much it makes me
feel
like a bastard for
thinking I can actually have something good and right in my life.” He continued
to stare into her eyes, felt his cold, once dead heart start to beat hard and
fast, and then leaned in to whisper against her mouth. “You’re my fucking
woman, Callie, my old lady, and I’d do anything for you.” And then he shook his
head. “But I won’t let you ruin your life, your future. You’ll go to Baker,
become even smarter, and when you’re done with school you’ll make something
incredible out of your life.” He started moving his thumb along her cheek. “But
I’ll be here, baby. I’m not going anywhere, because you’re mine, I’m yours, and
that’s how it’s always going to be.”

Callie
nodded, and then her smile widened. “You’re right, but not about ruining my
life.”

He
let go of her, turned to face the small window in the meeting room, and stared
at the few prospect that were working on bikes in the garage. They were alone,
well, for the next hour at least, and although he shouldn’t be thinking about
anything aside from the upcoming conversation he’d have with Kink about his
daughter, when he turned around all he wanted to do was kiss her. He stared at
her, and the way she looked at him, a little nervously, had him moving closer.

 
Callie
retreated
a
step. She might be trying to escape him, but she smiled, looked excited even,
and he wasn’t going to let her get away until he tasted her. Callie was eager
for his touch, he could tell in the way her pulse beat at the base of her neck,
and the way she was breathing harder, faster. She moved back another step.

“You
running from me, baby?”
His voice was low. He could tell she was aroused,
that she wanted him, even though this was the most inappropriate time. When the
wall stopped her retreat, and she placed her hands flat behind her, he moved
closer until their chests nearly brushed together. He took a deep breath in,
inhaling her scent, memorizing it.

“I’m
not running.”

He
leaned in so their breaths mingled together and their mouths were only
separated by an inch. “No?” He cocked a brow.

She
shook her head, licked her lips, and said, “No. I’m not running.” Her voice was
soft and had a whisper-like quality even.

“Is
that right,
baby
?”

She
nodded and closed her eyes, exhaling a shaky breath out in the process. He
dipped his gaze down to her lips. He took her mouth in a deep, penetrating
kiss, fucking her like he had between her legs with his mouth and cock. Lucien
was forceful with his actions, slamming his hands on the wall beside her head
and pressing his cock into her belly. A hoarse groan left him when she stroked
his tongue with her own. He broke away far too soon, and she blinked several
times.

He
slid his hands down the wall, touched her shoulders, stroked her arms, and took
hold of her hands. “You’re mine, Callie. I love you, baby.”

It
was like he was this mushy ass romantic man now. Being with her had changed
something in him, and he fucking loved it. She was the one to slam her mouth on
his now, and the soft moan that left her had his cock shooting forward, growing
hard and uncomfortable with the need to be buried deep inside of her.

He
slid his hands behind her to cup her ass, and in one effortless move he lifted
her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her head to
the side to deepen the kiss. Lucien was so fucking hard for her, loved that she
was taking this initiative to be with him, to show him that she wanted him,
too. He leaned back an inch, took in the way her skirt was hiked up her creamy,
thick thighs, and he pressed his dick against her panty covered pussy. She
moaned, let her head fall back against the wall, and he started kissing her
throat. He thrust against her again, ground his cock on her cunt, and wanted to
just pull her panties aside, get his dick out, and push right into her wet
little body.

“That
feels so good, Lucien.”

He
groaned against her neck and added a little more pressure.

“Fuck
me, Lucien.”

He
pulled back and stared into her ecstasy-covered face.

“Fuck
me right here, where anyone could see us.” She grabbed his biceps, curled her
nails into his flesh, and he hissed out. “Anyone could look through the window
and see you fucking me so hard.” She slid her hands up his neck and grabbed the
back of his head. “I’d want to scream so loud because it feels so good, but
you’d cover my mouth to muffle the sound.”

He
was breathing harder at this burst of eroticism from his woman. “Goddammit,
Callie.” He was so hard, so turned on for her. Right when he reached between
their bodies, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid his zipper
down,
the sound of footsteps coming closer had him lifting his head from the crook of
her neck. Before he could move or put her on the ground, Kink walked in. Kink
had his head down, his focus on his cell, but when he walked into the meeting
room he looked up. For several seconds, all the three of them did was stand
there frozen.

Lucien
couldn’t move, despite knowing that he should have put Callie down. It was like
he didn’t know what the fuck to do for the first time in his life. Kink stared
between Lucien and Callie.

“Dad,”
Callie said softly, shocked and frightened, and so damn vulnerable that Lucien
wanted to put her behind the protection of his body, and make sure none of this
blew back on her.

And
then all fucking hell broke loose as Kink’s face contorted into a mask of pure
rage. He slammed his phone down on the ground, shattering the cell, and charged
forward toward Lucien with murder in his eyes.

****

Lucien
had pushed her aside when Kink had come forward. Callie had never seen her dad
so upset, and she had seen him pissed plenty of times.
 

Callie
moved back another foot when her dad started throwing fists out left and right.
Lucien was blocking them, not even defending himself, and she knew he wouldn’t
fight her father. Kink was a machine when it came to attacking Lucien, and she
felt helpless to stop them.

“Dad!”
She shouted,
but the grunts and curses were too loud for them to hear her.

“How
long have you been fucking my daughter behind my back?” Kink grunted out, and
swung out. He connected with the side of Lucien, and she cried out, wanting
them to stop so she could explain.

“Please,
God, Dad, please stop.” She pleaded, but her words fell on deaf ears.

“Kink,
brother, please let me explain.”

“You’re
not my brother. A brother, and friend, wouldn’t fucking do this behind my
back,” Kind growled out. “You and I have nothing to talk about.” Kink swung
out, but Lucien grabbed her dad’s fist before he slammed it into his face.

“We
called you to the club today to tell you, Kink. We wanted to tell you
yesterday, but the baby news deterred us.” Lucien grunted out when Kink went
after him again, but Lucien pushed her dad back. Kink stood there, breathing
heavily, his body looking tight and strained, and the anger on his face
tangible.

“So
instead of waiting for me to show up you decide pinning my daughter up against
the fucking wall and touching her like she’s yours was the right move?” Kink
growled out, and cracked his knuckles. “She’s my fucking daughter, Lucien.
My
eighteen
-year-old
daughter.
You’re over twice her age. Callie’s a goddamned baby compared
to you.”

Kink
started to pace, his emotions wild and turbulent, and Callie couldn’t help the
tears that started to come forth. She wanted to be strong, needed to be strong
right now, but seeing her dad and the man she loved going head-to-head, all
because of what she wanted with Lucien, and what they had done, broke her
heart.

Kink
stopped pacing and looked at her when she sniffed back her tears. “Daddy, I
swear we didn’t mean to hurt anyone. We didn’t mean to do anything behind
anyone’s back.” She looked at Lucien, and when he stared at her there was this
pained expression on his face.

“Callie
baby, please don’t cry,” Lucien said softly, but the sound of her father
cursing and growling out at the same time had them both looking over at Kink.

He
charged forward again, his face red with rage, and tackled Lucien to the
ground. Their big, muscular bodies crashed against the meeting table, and the
heavy wood tipped over, barely missing her in the process. She was pressed to
the wall, watching in horror as her dad clocked Lucien over and over again in
the face, but Lucien still refused to raise a hand at Kink.

“I
won’t fight you, brother,” Lucien said and then grunted out when Kink slammed
his fist into his side.

As
her father and Kink went at it, mainly her dad slamming his fist into any
available inch of Lucien he could reach and Lucien blocking him, she heard the
front doors of the clubhouse open. The crashing of chairs hitting the walls
from the force of the fight, the noise of fists hitting flesh, and grunts
filling the air, was a horrible, nightmarish experience.

“Oh
shit.” Two prospects were now standing in the open doorway of the meeting room,
their faces a mask of shock as they looked at their President and VP of the
club fighting brutally.

Lucien
shoved Kink away again. “Kink, brother, please stop this. Let me explain,
because I’m not going to fucking fight you.”

Her
father didn’t care, or wasn’t thinking clearly, because he charged forward like
a damn rhino intent on taking a tank down. Callie screamed when her father and
Lucien hit the wall beside her, knocking the pictures of fallen members onto
the ground. Glass shattered, and the sound of crunching under her feet filled
her head. She didn’t think and just moved forward. She was stupid for trying to
stop her dad, but right now she wasn’t thinking and just reacting.

Callie
reached out to her dad, grabbed his cut, and tried to pull Kink back, but he
was as big and powerful as a brick wall. She tugged harder, screamed out his
name to get his attention, but the force of their fighting had her falling
backward and hitting her hip on the side of the meeting table. Hissing out as
pain sliced up her
side,
she pushed it aside and
stared at the two men she loved more than anything. Kink, her dad, was always
there for her, and protected her with his life. And then there was Lucien, the
MC President that she had fallen so hard for, and was so in love with that she
couldn’t even think straight.

 
“You fucking asshole,” Lucien yelled out and
pushed Kink away. He came toward Callie, seeing that she was hurt.

“Get
your fucking hands off of her!” Kink shouted.

Lucien
pulled her behind him again, had his hand on her hip, and held her close to his
back. “I’m not giving her up, Kink. I fucking love her, and you and I need to
talk about this.”