Текст книги "Command"

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Scott

“You want me to take you to work today?” I leant my shoulder against the doorjamb of the bathroom and watched as Harlow applied her makeup. My gaze trailed down her body, admiring the dress she wore today. The way it barely covered her thighs caused my dick to harden, and I mentally calculated whether I had time to fuck her again before she had to go to work.

“You’re thinking about sex again, aren’t you?”

My eyes met hers in the mirror. “Sweetheart, when I’m standing this far from you, there’s not much on my mind but sex. I’m fuckin’ counting the ways I can make you come.”

Her body stilled and she sucked in a breath. “Maybe you should list them.”

I took the few steps to her and pressed myself up against her back, grinding my dick against her ass, and reached a hand under her dress. Pushing her feet apart with one of mine, I skimmed a finger along the edge of her panties. I growled against her ear, “Maybe we should skip the conversation and get straight to the part where I make you scream my name.” As I said this, I slid my hand into her panties and dipped my finger into her wet pussy. “It’s not gonna take long to make you scream, is it?” I pressed my finger against her sensitive spot and ran it in a circular motion while keeping my gaze glued to the mirror. Watching Harlow lose herself was the best foreplay.

Her head dropped back onto my shoulder and I moved my spare hand to wrap it around her neck. The moan that escaped her lips when I did this reminded me how much she loved a little rough play so I tightened my grip on her.

She surprised the fuck out of me when she reached a hand into her panties and began massaging her clit while I continued to fuck her with my finger. Her hand moving under mine while we both worked her towards an orgasm was hot as hell. Sex with Harlow had always been off the charts good for me, and one of the things I’d always loved was her almost innocence. She was no prude and no beginner, but from what I’d figured, she’d never been fucked dirty before. I fucking loved being the first man to open her up to new experiences. Her hand under mine now was something she’d never done before, and it turned me the fuck on.

As her finger circled her clit, she rocked back and forth, hitting my dick with her sweet ass each time. Her eyes had squeezed closed and she bit her lip.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

I let go of her neck and ran my hand down her body so I could cup her breast through her dress. As I rubbed her nipple through her dress, I thought about how much I fucking wanted this dress off her body. Bending my mouth to her ear, I said, “I can’t hold off much longer, baby. I need to get the fuck inside you.”

Her eyes remained closed as she let out a low moan and circled her hips again. Fuck me…sexy as fuck. “I need you in me, too, Scott. I want you to fuck me on the vanity.”

She let out another moan.

And bit her lip harder.

And circled her hips around again.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I moved faster than I’d ever moved, and a moment later, I had her on the vanity in front of me with her dress hiked up and her panties off. My pants were down around my ankles and my dick was inside her.

And I fucked her harder than I’d fucked her in months.

Our bodies slammed together as we pushed each other towards our release.

And I just about lost all sanity as a rush of emotions and pleasure burst through me. It was like I’d been holding back for months, not willing to allow myself to fully feel everything going on between us. I’d been so tense with worry, but now she’d come back to me, I could let all that go. I could lose myself in the sex and love and hope.

We’re going to be okay. We’re going to get through this. Together.

“Scott!” she finally came, screaming my name as her body jerked in my arms. “Oh God…baby…fuck…”

“Fuck!” I rasped as my orgasm hit. Clinging to her, I thrust hard one last time and then gripped the edge of the vanity with both hands as I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take over.

When I was done, I opened my eyes to find her arms wrapped around me and her eyes staring into mine. She hit me with a sexy smile and said, “That was amazing. I want that every morning.” Her words hit me square in the chest. They were words I would have given up breath to hear.

I dropped my head and closed my eyes again for a moment as I got my shit together.

“Scott?”

Looking back up, I found her watching me with a slight frown. “I want that every morning, too.” I pulled out of her and took a step backwards. Raking my fingers through my hair, I said, “Fuck, do you know how good it is to hear you say that?”

She blinked and I worried for a moment that she was about to cry, but then she gave me another smile. “I bet it’s nowhere near as good as having your cock inside me.”

“Jesus, Harlow, where’s this dirty mouth of yours coming from?”

Her brows raised. “What? You don’t like it?” She jumped down off the vanity and retrieved her panties off the floor.

I pulled my pants on and did them up. “I fuckin’ love it.”

“Good. And, ummm, I think I live with a man who has the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever heard so that’s probably where mine is coming from,” she said with a wink.

I finished dressing and then left her to finish getting ready. She found me in the kitchen ten minutes later and as she reached for her car keys, I said, “You don’t want me to take you?”

“No, I’ve gotta do some extra hours with Mum at the café tonight so we can give the kitchen a good clean, and then I’ve got a shift at Indigo, so I’ll just head straight to the club after I finish with Mum. I’ll drive myself to save stuffing you around.”

I frowned. “I thought you were winding your shifts at Indigo back.”

She grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl and bit into it before saying, “I was, but Wilder rang yesterday and asked me if I could pick up some shifts for a little bit while he borrowed staff for Trilogy.”

“I’ll talk to Wilder and organise something else. I don’t want you working so many hours.”

Pulling a face at me and placing her hand on her hip, she said, “No, just let me do it, Scott. Wilder’s pulling his hair out trying to organise the rosters. He said he’s got interviews lined up for later this week so I’m sure he’ll find new staff soon, and then I can cut back.”

I wanted to argue with her. I wanted to lay down the law, and tell her I wouldn’t let her do those hours, but something held me back. Fuck knew what, because it wasn’t in my nature to let something like this go, but I did. Instead, I took charge another way. “I’ll take you, no ifs or buts.” I grabbed my keys and shrugged my cut on before ushering her outside to my bike.

“Wait, didn’t you say you were taking Lisa to school this morning?”

Shit.

“Yeah, I did.” I checked my watch. “I could take you and then come back to get her.”

She shook her head and reached into her bag for her keys. “That will take too much of your time and besides, I think you’d be pushing it. I’ll just drive myself, baby.” Standing on her toes, she kissed me before heading towards the garage.

I watched her reverse out of the driveway before making my way next door. She’d been right – I wouldn’t have had time to take her to work – but no way was I letting her drive herself home after working two shifts today. I’d figure that out later.

Lisa answered the door a few minutes later and gave me one of her sad smiles. “Hi, Scott,” she greeted me and let me in.

“Why the sad smile, darlin’?” I wasn’t used to seeing them on her these days; now that Michelle was getting her shit together, Lisa was much happier.

“Mum’s still not feeling better.” She led me into the kitchen where she had her bag half-packed on the kitchen counter.

“Is she awake?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go check on her. Did you give her some more Advil?” At her nod, I left her to go and check on Michelle.

I found her asleep on her bed, but she must have only been dozing because her eyes opened when she heard me enter. “Scott…” Sweat beaded on her forehead and her t-shirt clung to her.

Moving to her wardrobe to find a clean t-shirt, I said, “You look like hell. Are you feeling worse than yesterday?”

“About the same. I’m just so tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

I found a t-shirt and turned back to her. Deciding she could do with some cooling off, I left her to go and grab a wet washer. When I returned, she’d curled into a ball. I sat on the edge of her bed and attempted to roll her onto her back. Looking after Michelle wasn’t something new to me; Harlow and I had helped her get off the drugs and that had been hell for all of us. I’d seen her at her very worst – strung out, naked, vomiting – so this was like a walk in the park. However, I was aware we needed to get her fever down.

Once I’d rolled her onto her back, I pressed the washer to her forehead, placed the t-shirt on the bed next to her, and said, “Here’s a clean shirt. You hungry?”

She shook her head but didn’t say anything.

“Scott.” Lisa’s voice sounded behind me.

Turning my head, I eyed her. “What’s up?”

She hesitated for a moment. “I need a note for school to say I can’t do sport today. Can you write it?” Her voice betrayed her; something was wrong.

Standing, I walked her way. “Sure, but why aren’t you doing sport?” I hoped to hell it didn’t have anything to do with the bitches that had bullied her last year. She’d just started high school and as far as I knew, those girls had been leaving her alone.

Her gaze dropped to the ground and the shame that filled her voice when she spoke killed me. “Mum hasn’t been able to afford to buy me a sports uniform yet and the teacher for that class is really mean to me about it.” She raised her face to look at me. “If I have a note then I can just go to the library rather than have to go to his class and see him.”

I pulled my wallet out. “How much is a uniform, darlin’?”

Her eyes widened. “No, I don’t want you to buy me a uniform. Mum will have the money next week. I just need a note.”

I nodded. “Yeah, so she can pay me back then, but you need a uniform now, so how much?” I dug a fifty out. “Is this enough?”

Embarrassment filled her features, which surprised me. We’d been through a lot together over the years; she shouldn’t have felt that way with me. She finally nodded. “Yeah, that’s enough.”

As she took the money from me, I said, “If you need more, just tell me, okay?” At her nod, I added, “Lisa, I’ve known you for years, and I know you’re going through girl shit and teen shit, but, darlin’, there’s no judgement between us ever. Whatever you need, I want to know, and I’ll make sure you have it. And if it is girl stuff you want to talk about, that you don’t think I’d get, Harlow’s always there for you. Yeah?”

She stared at me for a beat before saying, “Thank you.” And then she asked, “Is Harlow okay? I walked in on her crying the other day. I figured it probably had to do with the baby, but I wasn’t sure.”

Lisa knew about Harlow’s miscarriage, but none of us had ever really spoken about it. Mostly because Harlow hadn’t really wanted to talk to anyone about her loss, but also because we figured Lisa had enough shit going on to deal with that she didn’t need to be burdened with our problems.

“She’s okay. It’s just going to take her some time to work it all out in her mind.”

“I get it.” I figured she probably did. No doubt about it, Lisa had been through a lot in her short life, and I bet she spent hours working through it all in her mind.

“Right, let’s get your mum some water and then I’ll take you to school.”

She did as I asked and once I’d made sure Michelle had everything she needed, I took Lisa to school. She seemed more at ease after our conversation, but I made a mental note to mention it to Harlow. Lisa was at that age where I figured she needed a woman looking out for her, and while her mother had improved, it wouldn’t hurt for Harlow to keep an eye out. Lisa was far too important to me to allow her to be swallowed by the self-doubt and anxiety the teen years would throw at her.

A couple of hours later, I finally got hold of King, the President of the Sydney Storm chapter.

“Cole, how are you crazy motherfuckers going up there?”

I relaxed back into my chair and put my feet up on the desk. The office of the clubhouse was quiet at ten in the morning with a lot of our guys still sleeping after working security for us at night at our various businesses. “We’ve got a situation up here with a new asshole in town. Julio Rivera; you know him?”

“Never heard of him. What’s he done?” I imagined King leaning forward in his chair the way he did when something intrigued or excited him. ‘Situations’ excited King and his insane side; he loved nothing more than to get involved if he sensed he could help fuck some shit up.

“Came to town a few months ago from Adelaide and flew under the radar while establishing his drug connections. He wants the big boys out of the way so he can run this State, and in the process, he used Storm to take out some of his competition.”

“How the fuck did he do that?”

“That restaurant fire of ours? He organised that and set Ricky up to take the fall. We got rid of Ricky and solved his problem.” Anger burned through me just thinking about this asshole. The need to end his agenda consumed me.

“I’ll see what the boys know and get back to you.”

“Thanks, brother.”

“Heard you lost some men. Also heard Griff isn’t who we thought he was.” I couldn’t figure out his tone, but that was King’s signature move; he held his cards close to his chest and often left people wondering what he was really thinking.

“The club took a vote and majority ruled on Griff. We’re better off without those guys who chose to leave. I stand by the decision to let them walk.”

King remained silent for a moment. “A few of them came round here, looking to join.”

“And?” I’d suspected that would happen.

“Fuck that shit, brother. I don’t want men in my club who can’t stand by a majority ruling. I told Hyde to show them the door.” He paused before adding, “I’ll be completely honest with you, Cole – I’ve always liked Griff and always suspected there was something more to him. I never saw his truth coming, though, but I couldn’t give a fuck about it. His loyalty speaks for itself. You made the right call.”

King had a way of surprising the hell out of me. “Yeah.” I was thankful for his support, but it wouldn’t have bothered me if he hadn’t given it. King and I had disagreed in the past, and I’d learnt that he never let a disagreement get between you. So long as you stayed on his good side, you were okay; it was only when he felt wronged that you needed to start getting your affairs in order.

“I’ll be in touch,” he said and then ended the call.

“You got hold of King?”

I looked up to find Griff in the doorway. Standing, I said, “Yeah, he doesn’t know Julio, but he’s putting out the feelers.”

Griff nodded and then jerked his head in the direction of the bar. “Rogue’s here.”

“Good. I’m hoping Colt will arrive later today, too.”

“You want me to fill Rogue in about what’s going on?”

“No, he came over to my place last night and I talked to him already.

We headed out to the bar where Rogue had started drinking for the day already.

Fuck.

“Not much changes with some people,” Griff muttered.

“My thoughts exactly,” I agreed with him. Rogue had gone nomad just over a year ago after he’d had a falling out with Marcus over his drinking and partying. He’d often let the club down due to the benders he went on, and Marcus had given him an ultimatum to either clean up or clear out.

Rogue eyed me with a grin as I headed his way. “How’s that little firecracker of yours today? Still pissed at me?”

“Trust me, you were the last thing on her mind this morning,” I muttered. Harlow had been annoyed with him last night and had refused to have anything to do with Rogue after I’d found her on the back deck with him. However, she hadn’t even mentioned his name this morning.

“We should have a club get-together tonight, celebrate me and Colt coming home, and you could bring her. She and I should get to know each other better, especially if I’m gonna come back to Brisbane for good.”

I raised my brows. “You’re thinking of coming back for good?”

“I figure it’s time. Now that Marcus isn’t around to bust my balls.”

Griff grunted next to me as I started to say, “We need to get one thing – ” My phone cut me off as I began talking and I ignored it until I realised it was my mother calling; she’d just keep ringing until I answered, so I cut the conversation short to speak with her.

“Hi,” I answered the call as I turned away from Rogue.

“Scott,” she started and then paused for a moment. Our relationship still hadn’t fully recovered after we’d had an almost falling out over Dad before his death. We’d been working on it since, but at times we were still a little hesitant with each other. “I just wanted to check on how Harlow is.”

“You know you could call her and ask her yourself.”

“I didn’t want to harass the poor girl when I know she’s still getting over her loss.”

I paced on the spot. “Mum, has it ever occurred to you that this could have been the perfect opportunity for you and Harlow to establish a bond?” When Harlow and I had gotten together, my relationship with Mum had been strained, and as a consequence, Mum and Harlow had never had the chance to really get to know each other.

“You’re right.” Her voice was soft and I heard the thought going on in her head. “I’ll call her myself. Might even try to organise some girl time with her. Do you think she’d be interested in that?”

The sight of Colt entering the bar momentarily distracted me and I returned his chin jerk. “I’ve gotta go, Mum, but yeah, call her and organise that because I’m pretty sure she’d be interested.” Hell, I was interested in that because it could mean the end of my mother phoning me every second day or so to check on my woman.

I ended the call and made my way to Colt. We greeted each other with a slap on the back. “Long time, no see, motherfucker,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Returning his grin, I said, “About time you came home, brother.” Colt had left two years ago and we’d seen him only once since. He had no family left in Brisbane and I figured the memories he did have kept him away. Couldn’t blame the guy; if I’d survived what he had, I wouldn’t want to come back either.

He surveyed the bar. “Things have changed around here.”

I frowned. “Hardly.” No changes had occurred that I was aware of.

His gaze came back to mine, and his face turned serious. “I don’t mean the fucking furniture, Scott. I’m talking about the fact Marcus isn’t around any longer, and the fact seven of our men have left, which in my opinion was probably the best thing to happen to the club at this point.”

“The best thing because?” I needed to know where he stood on this because if I was going to assemble a team of guys ready to support me at any turn, I had to make sure I selected the right ones.

His gaze turned sure, and when he spoke, the truth in his words rang out loud and clear. “If I’m gonna come back here and even think about taking your back, I wanna know that the men by my side support you one hundred fucking percent. When we’re out there at war with these assholes and they’ve got us by the dick, I wanna know I’m standing next to a man who would rather have his dick cut off than give up our club.”

“Sounds about right,” Griff said as he joined us and caught the last part of the conversation.

Colt turned to Griff. “I hope to fuck I never have to have my dick cut off, but my loyalty runs that deep. Those members that left didn’t share the same sense of loyalty as far as I’m concerned or else they’d still be here.”

“I’m with you on that,” I said.

Colt’s seriousness vanished and his grin returned. “You boys up for a ride? Been too long since we’ve all been out. Thought we could blow off some steam before we get down to business.”

A ride hadn’t been on my agenda today, but I eyed Griff and said, “Sounds like the best fuckin’ idea anyone around here has had for weeks. You in?”

He nodded. “Yeah, brother, I’m in.”

We rounded everyone up and ten minutes later, our pipes deafened the neighbourhood.

Best fucking sound in the world.