Текст книги "Affliction"

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CHAPTER THREE

Sy

“Fuck me,” I whisper to myself as I watch her move her ass up against yet another guy for the night. God has to be playing some kind of cruel joke on me. Her blonde hair hangs loose, wavier than last week, and the short dress and heels she’s wearing tonight are even sexier—if that’s even possible. I haven’t been able to get the fiery blonde out of my head since I dropped her off at her place last week. Of course I was an asshole, not even helping her on the bike. I was pissed Nix left me with her. I knew having her close would be too much. I tried not to give in to the temptation of having her behind me, but as soon as she asked where her feet should go, I just had to touch. I knew the move was stupid and dangerous as my hand ran down her silky smooth leg, but it didn’t stop me from repeating the action on the other leg. It was reckless, and now I can’t stop thinking about the feel of her skin under my fingers.

Shifting in my booth along the far wall of Liquid, I watch as she smiles up at the asshole who hasn’t taken his eyes off her. The motherfucker is pissing me off with his smug look. Hell, everyone is pissing me off. I never wanted to come tonight, but with Nix and Kadence having some bullshit fight over her ex and his connection with Gunner Jamieson, we’ve been watching Kadence at a distance. And everywhere Kadence goes, Holly goes.

“Be careful, brother,” Brooks warns, sitting back in his chair, while he scopes out the club. Liquid is one of the four businesses the Knights Rebels MC own in town. With an average size club and legitimate business dealings, we do well enough to live comfortably and then some. Hence this overdone club Jesse runs. “She looks more like trouble than fun,” he continues, taking the words right out of my mouth. He’s right, but as I sit here watching her, it just makes me want her more. I don’t say anything, just watch as she looks up at the guy and smiles before turning her back to him, rubbing her ass against him again. “I can see it all coming down around you,” he laughs, shaking his head. “First Nix and now you.”

“Me? Fuck that. No way am I going there,” I tell him, forcing myself not to search for her again. He’s wrong. There is no way I’m turning into our Prez.

“No? You haven’t fucking stopped looking at her since we walked in,” he accuses, letting me know just how perceptive he is. Brooks is one of the old boys, and the only Rebel married with a daughter. He’s a good, family man, but most of all, he lives and breathes the brotherhood.

“Kind of our fucking job, Brooks,” I say, looking at him. He just smirks. “Do you think I want to be watching her?” I ask him, pissed that one, I’m even here tonight when I have more important things to do and two, he’s gonna give me a hard time about it.

So much has happened in the last week. The front of Ink Me was destroyed in a fire right after I had taken Holly home, and the Rebels had to call in the help of our rival club, the Warriors. Things have been tense. The shop was a mess, and we’ve all been on high alert.

“I think you’re having a hard time watching her about to go home with that asshole,” he adds, pointing over to the fucker who just had his hands all over her. He’s right. I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much. I have no claim over her, but sitting here, watching her about to pick up when I’m about to go home alone—it’s just too fucking much.

“Whatever, Brooks. I’m out,” I’m done with watching her and pissed he’s seeing what I’m only just realizing now. Jesus, I am a jealous fucker.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” he laughs, watching me throw a twenty down.

“I gotta go. Ink Me re-opens tomorrow and I have a shitload to work through.”

“You need any help?” he asks, but the boys have all worked their asses off this week to get it back up and running. It was only the front of the shop that was damaged, thank fuck, but still a pain when it had to be gutted and repainted.

“No, go home to your wife and girl, Brooks. I know that’s where I would rather be if I were you.” I flick my hand goodbye as I turn away before he asks me what that was about. I don’t talk about my past with my brothers. I don’t let them in on the shit that lives in my head. That’s not to say the fuckers haven’t clued in on it, but sharing? No. That shit is not for me.

I walk through the crowd, hoping to see her one last time before I head out. Neither she nor Kadence have noticed they’ve been followed and I’m glad for that. After the shit that’s been going down with T and his boys, who knows what Gunner could be planning. Kadence really has no clue who she was once engaged to. The man is dangerous, and knowing he has a pull over us now only puts me on edge.

After looking around the club and not finding Holly, I give up and head down the back hall to leave. Not ten seconds after admitting defeat, I run into her.

“Oh, sorry,” she stumbles as my hands come up to steady her. Looking up, it takes her a second to register before she smiles her sexy smile. “Why hello, Sunshine,” she acknowledges me, not missing a beat and I can’t help the scowl that forms at the stupid name she called me last week at the shop. Why does her happiness make me angry? “Aww, nice to see you’re so happy to bump into me,” she jokes, pulling back from me, but I don’t let her out of my grasp. Watching her dance up against some asshole all night had me wanting to rip her off the dance floor, yet now when she’s teasing me, making a joke of everything, I want to unleash my anger on her.

“Jesus, do you even talk?” she snaps when I don’t reply. I fight the pull she has on me. “Nothing? Really? Okay, well good chat,” she says, stepping out of my hold. “See you later.” She waves, making her way around me, ready to meet back up with that fucker I bet.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice stops her, and she spins on her heel to face me. I should let her walk away, not let myself get caught up in this game, but for reasons beyond me, I can’t.

“Sunshine, you talk!” She lights up like she just received the greatest news.

Yeah, I fucking talk.

“You pick up all your fucks from clubs?” I ask, like the fucker I am.

She’s unfazed by my harshness. “No, not always. I like variety.” She smiles up at me. “You should try it sometime, Sunshine. Maybe you just need a good fuck.” She winks, and if I wasn’t such an angry fuck, I’d give her a lip twitch.

“Do you know that guy?” I ask, ignoring her jab. She’s right. I need a good fuck, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“No, but I do know I’m going to get laid,” she laughs, pissing me off again. “Why? What’s the issue here?”

“You ready?” the asshole who thinks he is getting his dick wet tonight asks Holly as he comes up behind her, enveloping her in his arms.

“No, she's not” I step up, grab Holly’s hand and pull her out of his hold. “She’s with me, so fuck off,” I order as I level my stare at him. He looks shocked for a second, not expecting to come up against an angry-looking fucker. I can see him assessing his chances. Not a moment passes by before he leaves.

“What did you do that for?” Holly turns, pulling her arm from my grasp. Fuck, why did I do that? I don’t know why, but watching the fucker touch her pushed me over the edge.

“Sorry,” I shrug, not feeling one bit apologetic.

“Sorry? Jesus, Sy. What the hell?” she asks, just as shocked as I am. “You so did not just do that.” She pushes past me to leave.

“Where the hell are you going?” I call out to her, but she doesn’t respond. I follow her, catching Brooks’ smirk on the way, but I’m more interested to see if she follows the fucker than to worry that he called it right.

“Holly!” I call out when she leaves through the front and walks in the direction of her apartment.

“Go away, Sy. You’re really annoying!” she shouts back, but I don’t stop.

“You didn’t even know the asshole, Holly. You could have found yourself in trouble.” I ignore the fact that it’s the first time I’ve called her by her name, or how good it feels rolling off my tongue.

“Maybe I wanted to be in trouble,” she snaps as she walks past my bike.

“Stop right there,” I demand, watching as she pauses, turning to me at my command. Why it stirs something in me, I don’t know, but watching her obey when she doesn’t want to is bad news for me.

“I’ll take you home,” I say in the same commanding voice, pointing to the bike.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She crosses her arms over her chest. Sexy, funny Holly is hot. Pissed off Holly is a bigger temptation.

“Well, you’re not fucking walking, so get on,” I demand, passing her the helmet. She doesn’t take it.

“I’m not getting on a bike with you again.” She makes her stand, taking a step back.

“Listen, I don’t wanna fucking fight. Just get on the bike so I can get this shit done,” I snap, pushing the helmet toward her and not giving a fuck if I sound like an asshole.

“You’re a real asshole, Sunshine, you know that. Now I’m going to have to find less desirable ways to satisfy myself tonight,” she teases.

I don’t know if she’s joking or just trying to get a reaction from me, but hearing her talk about satisfying herself makes me angrier. “Holly,” I warn, knowing I’m starting to slip. I get on first, waiting for her to do as she’s told.

“Fine.” She caves and finally climbs on the back of my bike. She leans forward and whispers into my ear, “but I’m only getting on because I don’t want to walk.” I try not to react, but the blood rushing to my cock is involuntary. She reaches around me and I look down at her small hands holding on to my cut. I feel her legs tighten as she rubs up against me. I can handle her hands on me, but her body rubbing against my back is too much. My palm goes to her leg, stopping her with a squeeze.

“Don’t,” I warn, shutting her down. She huffs her annoyance, but I don’t respond. Instead, I take off out of the lot, ready to be done with this night, knowing I should never have played with fire.

Three minutes later after a silent ride, I pull up in front of her building and I cut the engine. She lives in one of those secured apartments, but it doesn’t stop me from checking out the surroundings.

“No need to stop. I’ll be fine,” she says, passing me my helmet back.

“I’ll walk you up,” I tell her, ignoring her eye roll. I really shouldn’t. I need to turn around, walk back to my bike and get the hell away from her and her tempting ways, but my brain is telling my body I just need to get her up to her door.

“Oh, a real Prince Charming tonight,” she snorts, walking up ahead of me. The elevator ride up to the top floor is silent and I wonder if being this close to her alone is such a good idea. I regret my play just as the doors open. Following her out and down the hall, I watch as she approaches the second apartment and takes her keys from her purse.

“Well, thanks for ruining my night, Sunshine. I was guaranteed hot, sweaty sex tonight, and now I’m left with my hand or trusty vibrator.” She smirks like it’s a game we’re playing and she’s about to score. It takes everything in me not to push her up against the door right there and punish her for thinking she can play with me.

She huffs when I keep quiet, and turns to open the door when she doesn’t get the reaction she’s looking for. The lock clicks and she pushes the door open. I want to follow her in, fuck the attitude out of her, but I stand still in my resolve.

She pauses and I can see the uncertainty in her eyes as she turns and lays her cards out for me to see. “You don’t even want to have sex?”

“No,” I tell her, hating the word as it comes out of my mouth. I don’t want to have sex. I want to fuck her so hard she wishes she never tempted me.

“You know that just made me wet,” she jokes, and I see her trying to cover the shock of my rejection with her humor, but it doesn’t make me laugh. Nothing about this woman teasing me makes me laugh.

“Holly,” I warn and watch her smirk slowly as she closes the door. Relief fills me as I hear the lock click closed, followed by frustration that I’m left craving more of her. Tempted to knock on her door, I force myself to turn and leave before I do something stupid. Two steps into my retreat the door opens and her voice calling my name stops me.

“If you weren’t going to fuck me tonight, then what was your play?” she asks. Her question has me hating myself more. What was I doing in the first place? I’m not gonna lie. Seeing her pick up the asshole was not a fucking easy pill to swallow, but it’s not like I have a claim on her. I’m not even sure I want to claim her, but my body reacted differently. It was as though it was on autopilot. Before I knew it, she was on the back of my bike and I was taking her home—again. I turn to face her, ready to lie and tell her it’s club business and I had to bring her home, but when I see her standing there, all sex and sass, and the biggest fucking temptation ever, something changes. I see something I haven’t seen in such a long time. A small glimmer of light.

The air around us becomes thick with tension and anger, lust and sexual need, but we’re both stuck in a stare-off.

“What happened to you?” she asks so gently it nearly breaks me. I don’t know how to respond. I’m lost in the question, and the silence of the moment as something passes between us. I don’t want her to know what I hide. I don’t want to talk about it, but I still take a step forward, my body disobeying my brain. This is going to be a mistake. I can already feel it, but if this woman wants to play, I’ll fucking play.

CHAPTER FOUR

Holly

“Sy?” I ask, confused by his sudden change. I step back again as he takes another step closer. “What are you doing?” My voice shakes as he steps past the threshold of my small apartment, kicking the door shut with a booted foot.

The tension in the room is building as we face one another. I’m confused. One minute, he’s looking so torn I had to ask the question, and the next, something snapped in him. My chest rises and falls as the anticipation of having him builds every second he stands inside my home. I don’t know if he’s teasing me, or what this is, but the look in his eyes is telling me he’s just as turned on as I am. Ever since the night at the shop last week I knew he was bad news, with an equally bad attitude; but as he stood in front of me in the hallway, fighting whatever he was fighting, I knew no matter how hard I tried to condemn him for it, I couldn’t. Now that I’m about to get what I want, what I’ve craved since I walked into Ink Me, I’m not so sure of myself.

He takes yet another step towards me.

“Wait,” I say, holding my hands up for no reason other than to get my breathing under control. The man is dangerous. He has me wanting him with just one look and he’ll probably have me coming apart with his touch. He steps closer as I step back, his eyes narrow at each one of my retreats. One step forward, one step back. Him the predator, me his prey.

“Sunshine,” I warn, feeling like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. It was fun teasing him. Now as I retreat, I second-guess my play. My back reaches the wall, halting me in my escape. His grave face drops for a moment when he sees I have nowhere else to run, and then his hard, warm body presses up against me, pushing me further into the wall.

Getting on his bike tonight, I knew this was going to happen, but when he let me close the door, I was shocked. In one moment he looks at me like he could eat me, and the next it’s like he can’t get away quick enough.

“I’m going to ask this once, and once only.” His gravelly voice whispers precariously, and I’m beginning to worry I’ve messed with the wrong person. “You want this?” he asks, running his nose along my jaw, breathing me in. His short stubble rubs along my skin—the sensation mixing the right amount of pleasure with roughness. I nod as a tremor runs through me. I know I crave him. I know I need to have him more than anything.

“Fuck, I can smell how much you want it,” he declares, and then his mouth is on me in a brutal attack. I latch on while his hands come to my hair, snapping my head back in a sharp pull. I don’t know how far he’s going to let this go, but that doesn’t stop my leg from coming up and anchoring him to me, or grinding against him. The growl rolling from his mouth tells me he’s just as desperate as I am and for a brief second I think about pulling back, putting an end to what can only spell trouble for me. But his tongue dominates my mouth, connecting us on a level which unravels me. Holy shit, the angry man can kiss.

His hands loosen their grip from my hair and move slowly down my body to the hem of my dress. I know he’s about to break the kiss, know he has to if he wants me out of my dress, but even though I know it’s about to happen, I can’t stop the sigh of frustration when our connection is broken.

“Fuck, Holly,” he pants, pulling back from me. My lips feel bruised, but before I get a chance to touch them, he rips my dress up over my head, exposing me completely to him. My hands go to his cut, ready to strip him of his clothes, but his command stops me.

“No,” he says, shaking his head.

“What do you mean, no?” I question him, suddenly feeling vulnerable standing in my white matching panties and bra while he stands fully clothed.

“No, means no,” he repeats, taking my panties and ripping them between his fingers.

Fuck me. I don’t even care if he has destroyed my favorite panties with his bare hands. My need to have him inside me grows at his total act of dominance.

My hands go to my bra, unhooking the back and letting it fall from me. He steps back, shaking his head and taking in my naked body.

“It would help if you undressed,” I say, eager to know just how much of his body is tattooed. I want to feel it under my hands.

“No,” he growls, rejecting my request.

“Sy,” I argue, but don’t get far before he steps back into my space and drops to his knees before me.

I can’t even control the moan that erupts from within me when he spreads me open and licks me hard. Fuck. My hands go to his head. The short hair is not long enough to hold on to, so my fingers graze his scalp in a need to touch him as my shoulders lean against the wall supporting me. He feasts on me like a starved man.

“Fuck, Sy,” I rasp as he builds me up with each flick of his rough tongue against my clit. He’s vocal in his oral assault, surprising me since he’s so annoyingly quiet. The hungry moans vibrate against me, pushing me further into a haze as he worships my most sensitive area. The pleasure becomes too much, his skillful tongue demanding I fall apart. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream as heat fills me in a short but powerful orgasm. My hips ride his face as his thick fingers find my entrance, filling and stretching me wide. He pumps them into me repeatedly, setting off another orgasm.

“Jesus!” I pant as pleasure rocks through me. My legs are jelly and my head is lost in its own bliss as I feel his tongue lazily sweep through my wetness. Small bursts of orgasm run through me and if it wasn’t for Sy holding me up, I’d fall into a puddle in front of him, lost in the afterglow of two incredible orgasms.

“Sy?” I ask, looking down and watching his head rest against my stomach. “Sunshine, do you know what happens next?” I ask, trying to get his attention. He looks up. His eyes come to mine, and instead of seeing the dark anger that lives in them, now all I see is a lost, faraway look, like he doesn’t understand what is happening. He stands, drops his jeans, lifts my leg, and enters me before I even have time to process what’s happening.

“You have no idea what I know,” he threatens, pinning me to the wall as he pushes into me again. My legs are still shaky from the first two orgasms. I hold onto his cut as he continues pumping into me. The loud slapping of his balls against me fills the room as his stare drills into me.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he pulls my other leg up, suspending me against the wall.

“No,” he snaps, pushing into me harder and planting himself there before grinding against me. His length hits the right spot as his pubic bone hits my clit.

“What?” I croak, my throat scratchy from my shouts.

“Not God,” he repeats, his breath coming out harsh, but I can’t keep up. My head is lost in a haze focusing solely on my impending orgasm that’s running full speed ahead.

“Ouch!” I shout as he leans forward and bites down on my shoulder.

“Did God just bite your shoulder, Holly?” he asks, pushing his hips harder into me.

“No,” I pant, unsure how I’m still even breathing. Between the pleasure running through my core and the pain of his bite, I don’t know how I feel.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” he growls, leaning back down and licking the bite mark.

“Sy,” I breathe, feeling my body tense as he rolls his hips faster. Harder. That edge of pleasure and pain dangles in front of me again, and like a greedy woman, I want to snatch it.

“Hmm” He kisses the soft spot behind my ear; his hot breath sending goose bumps along my skin as his own groans grow louder. I don’t want it to stop. I want to hold on to this feeling and never let go, but I can’t control myself as I spiral out of control.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan out my intense rush of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he grunts, following me over the wall of our temporary bliss. I know this is nothing more than a screw, but something shifts in me as he draws a third orgasm out of me. My emotions run haywire, but even in the heat of the moment, I know if I don’t get a hold of it now, it will only spell trouble.

“Holy shit,” I say quietly, looking at the patch sewn into his leather cut. Our breathing syncs as we come down from our marathon wall sex. Sy drops one leg, still planted inside of me.

“Jesus,” he whispers as he drops the other leg, slowly letting himself out of me. He steps back, pulling his pants back up without taking his eyes off me. I’ve never been taken up against a wall like that before, and now I have, I want it again.

“Fuck,” he curses.

“What?” I ask as an ache runs through my body. My muscles, lax in my post-orgasm state, can barely hold me up. I then register his cum running down the inside of my leg.

“You didn’t use a condom?” Annoyed doesn’t even begin to cover how fucking stupid I am.

“Fuck,” he repeats again, balling his fists at his side.

“Will you stop saying fuck,” I snap, pissed at seeing him freak out. “Pass the tissues.” I use my hand to capture his release before it makes it to the carpet. He walks over to the coffee table, retrieves the box, and hands me two tissues.

“Thanks, I’ll just go clean up,” I tell him, replacing my hand with a tissue.

“I need to go,” he counters, turning and moving to the front door.

“Are you kidding me?” I ask, but he doesn’t reply—just walks straight out without saying a word. I stand there not sure what just happened or how to respond. I knew it was some kind of heat of the moment, sexually-fuelled slip I had instigated, but to simply walk out while I’m standing here naked? What an asshole.

Jesus, how could I be so stupid?

“Asshole,” I voice to the empty room realizing he played me when I was meant to play him. “Fucking moron, Holly,” I whisper to myself as I lock the door behind him.

Fucking moron.