Authors: L. Grubb
“Three days. And not sure how long we’ll be over there, which is why I want you to come with me.” I wait for the volcanic eruption as I see the fire simmer in her eyes.
“What? I can’t just up and leave on vacation in such short notice. I’d need to speak to work, see if I can get the time off. I’d need to pack, shop. Why the hell would I go to London anyway?” Instead of an eruption, I got blind panic thrown at me.
“I know you have vacation days to take, you never take time off work, even when you were healing from everything that happened, you still went into work. I’ll come help you pack now if you like. I’m sure Alexis will be going shopping, you know she’ll be going because Cobra is.” I’m only a step away from begging right now. I don’t want to go without her, I’d miss her like mad and won’t be able to concentrate on whatever shit we have to deal with out there.
“Alexis is going?” she asks.
“Of course she is.” I place my hands on her knees, rubbing slow rhythmic circles around her kneecaps.
“Okay. But you’re willing to leave this party to come help me pack?” She looks at me with her head cocked to the side.
“Yeah. We’re always throwing parties, so it’s not like I’ll be missing anything exciting.” I smile up at her, love shining in my eyes. The slow smile that flits across her face has my dick hard. Again. She’s perfect, the epitome of beautiful.
“Okay, let’s go,” she says, standing abruptly and knocking me on my ass. She covers her mouth with both hands, snickering loudly behind them.
“Yeah, laugh it up, sweetheart.” I shake my head at her and stand.
Stalking toward her with a dangerous grin on my face, my blood heats, and adrenaline courses through my veins at the idea of having her beneath me. Hell, I’d have her above me, bent over, against any fucking surface, as long as my dick was in her slick heat, I’d be a happy man.
“Champ? What are you doing?” Lauren asks, a nervous expression crossing her face as she takes a step back.
“I want what belongs to me,” I say, eyeing her up and down and running my tongue along my bottom lip.
“I’m not a possession,” she expresses, keeping her eyes on my face.
“You are. You’re fucking mine,” I growl. “You’re wearing my cut, which makes you my possession.”
Finally, standing in front of her, cornering her in the room, I reach out my hands and grab a hold of her hips. Pulling her flush against my toned body, I look into her eyes. “Don’t ever run from me, sweetheart. Never shy away from what we have together.”
“I wasn’t running. The room is kind of small to run, don’t you think?” The corners of her mouth lift in amusement, and the look has the tip of my dick leaking.
My left hand leaves her hip, and trails up the side of her body. Reaching her face, I palm her cheek and she leans in closer, eyes fluttering closed at the contact. The electricity is still strong, just as much at the beginning of our relationship. The woman has me by the balls, and she doesn’t even know it.
I lean in and smash my lips to hers in an earth shattering kiss, our tongues dancing together as she moans lightly into my mouth. Fuck. I want her. Screw that, I fucking need her.
Winding one of my hands in her hair, I grip tight and pull to get the angle just right for me to feast on her neck. My mouth leaves hers and glides across her jaw, down her neck where I bite lightly before licking away the sting.
The moan that leaves her mouth has me almost coming in my pants like a teenage boy, but I pull back, placing light kisses on her swollen lips.
“We should go pack,” she says nonchalantly, like I haven’t just kissed the shit out of her.
“Yeah,” is all I say in return.
London? I’m going to London? Inside I’m screaming with excitement. Alexis and I always talked about going to London when we were younger, but have yet to go.
Deep down, I’m shitting myself. What the hell could be happening for them to be called over to the other side of the ocean in the first place? If it’s a repeat of the Hell Riders, I don’t want to go, but saying that, I would miss Champ way too much.
Fuck it, you only live once. Shit happens, and you get back up and carry on as if it never happened, I should know right?
Placing some of my clothes into my suitcase makes it all real. At first, I seriously thought Champ was joking about me going to London with the Crusaders MC. I mean, why would he want to put me in danger after everything I went through?
I know him and Cobra will keep Alexis and I safe. I trust him implicitly. Plus, it can’t be too dangerous if they’re bringing us along.
Shaking my head of the thoughts, I put the last of my stuff in my suitcase and zip it shut and lift the heavy case off my bed. Done.
“What time’s our flight again?” I call out to Champ who’s in the kitchen making coffee.
“Six in the morning, and it’s an eight hour flight,” I hear him shout out.
I’m not a morning person, so I hope he doesn’t expect me to be in the best of moods.
I walk out of my bedroom with my suitcase in tow, and over to the front door to leave it there, ready for when we leave.
“Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” Champ asks me, walking up to me with two steaming mugs.
“Yeah, nervous. I haven’t been on a plane in years, me and Alexis usually do cruises every year around the Caribbean.”
He hands me a cup and takes a sip of his own. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there to hold your hand.”
Does he think he’s funny right now? I love him, but my God does the guy irritate the shit out of me sometimes. I just stare at him.
He walks back toward the kitchen, laughing loudly.
I stride to the front room window, glancing out onto the street below. What I love about this street is that very few cars pass down here, mainly because it’s a dead end. It’s peaceful. The neighbors keep to themselves. We have one nosey woman, just like every other street. She spends her days curtain twitching, making sure not to miss a thing. I take a look at her house, which happens to be straight across from me and notice she’s stood there, staring straight at me with a frown on her face.
“What you doing?” I hear Champ call from behind me.
“Nothing.” I turn to face him, a smile forming on my lips. I love this man. His ruggedly handsome looks floor me every time. His striking blue eyes stare back at me, love shining deep within. His stubble trimmed to perfection, outlining his chiselled jaw and high cheekbones. What this man lacks in grace, he makes up for in looks.
“Take a picture, sweetheart, it lasts longer,” he says, chuckling while shaking his head from side to side.
“Actually, it doesn’t. Pictures can be deleted. But I have you with me all the time, mainly, and so I don’t need one.” I purse my lips to stop my laugh from escaping.
“You’re so fucking funny.”
He wraps his arms around me, embracing me tightly. His heartbeat thumping against my ear has me relaxing into his hold, and I wrap my arms around his waist.
“I love you, Lauren,” I hear him say into my hair. A smile crosses my face as my heart skips a beat, and butterflies take flight in my tummy.
“I love you, too,” I whisper.
“We need to be heading back to the clubhouse, someone is probably wondering about where we’ve disappeared to. Do you have everything you need?” he asks, pulling away from me.
“Yep, I hope so. If not, I’ll just buy the stuff I’m missing when we get over there,” I reply, chewing my bottom lip thoughtfully as I try and think of anything I’ve missed.
Grabbing my keys from the hook by the front door, I follow Champ out the front door, making sure to lock up behind me.
Back at the clubhouse, the party is in full swing. Club whores are wondering around with hardly any clothes on, trying to hook their claws into any Crusader MC Brother they can. Makes me cringe how desperate these pathetic girls are.
Looking around the now crowded room for Alexis, my eyes land on the girl trying to drape her naked self around Champ. I see red, pure and utter rage boils my blood and rushes through my veins. No bitch is allowed to have her hands on my man.
Storming over to them in long strides, a murderous look taking over my face, I shout, “Get your fucking hands off my man, bitch, before you get a beat down!”
She glances over at me with a dirty smirk on her face before she moves a manicured hand and grabs a hold of Champ’s junk. Oh no she fucking didn’t!
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull back, effectively removing her nasty body away from Champ. “Never ever go near him again, if you do, you’ll be sorry.”
“He doesn’t belong to anyone. You may be wearing his cut, you may belong to him, but it doesn’t mean he belongs to you.”
Fuck this shit, I pull my fist back and slam it into her face. Blood gushes out from her nose as her hands come up to cup it.
“That is just a warning, bitch,” I say in her ear. “Next time it will be worse, you can count on that.”
I push her to the floor and step over her, looking at Champ’s face. A wide smile is spread on it, stretching from ear to ear, and his hands are tucked into his pockets.
“I never knew you were so feisty, sweetheart,” he says as I come to stand in front of him. “That was hot.”
“Glad you think so, maybe next time, you should just push her away and shit like that wouldn’t happen.” I scowl at him before turning on my heel. I spot Alexis across the room grinning at me.
Walking away from a stunned Champ, I approach Alexis who hands me a drink. I gulp it down in one, the vodka burning a fire trail down my throat and into my chest, pooling nicely in my stomach. My blood heats as the alcohol takes effect. I’m going to get fucked up tonight.
“Another?” Alexis asks, pulling me toward the bar. “Two shots of Jaeger, please!”
Within a minute, I have a shot of Jaeger in front of me, calling my name to drink it. I grab the shot glass, not waiting for Alexis, and throw back the shot, slamming the glass back on the bar in front of me. Fuck yeah, the burn is better than the vodka.
As my blood heats up with the effects of the shots, I order six more. Three each between me and Alexis.
“Three, two, one…go!” I shout out over the music. We throw them back in quick succession, grimacing at the taste.
My hips start swaying from the rhythm of the music, and I drag Alexis toward the dancefloor with me.