Also empty.
I walk over and open Nat’s door. She’s still asleep in her bed and is alone.
High-stepping it back to the bedroom, I grab my phone and check again. But there’s no change. She’s here. Or at least her phone is.
I dial her number and hear the buzzing. I look around and find it on the floor.
Fucking awesome.
I pull up the security feeds outside her place and see she left over an hour ago. A fucking hour!
I grab my shirt and my keys. I have no clue where she went, but I’m not about to just sit on my ass and wait. I just found what perfection, what home, could feel like. What if she gets hit by a car? Or someone snatched her? What if Duke is out there somewhere? My boys aren’t watching her because they know I took her last night. But I fucking lost her this morning.
I still at the sound of my phone chirping. Opening it once more, I see that she’s outside. I’m so lost on everything that I can’t seem to get my shit together when it comes to her.
Hearing the door open and shut has me forcing myself to breathe. To take a second and not go out screaming. Or grab her, throw her over the couch, smack her ass, and then fuck it. I’m both raging and horny as fuck. The drug is still in my system. And what we did, what I saw on my dick… it’s making me more possessive than I thought I could be. I need answers. And I’m not going to get them standing here, looking at four walls.
I walk into the kitchen and lean against the breakfast nook, watching her cute ass as she’s bent over to look in the fridge, pulling out a Gatorade from the back. A purple one. Her favorite. She hides them from herself to keep more onhand and uses them as a treat when she pushes herself running.
She uncaps it and chugs half of it before turning and letting the door close, her eyes locking on me. Lowering the drink, she wipes the back of her hand over her mouth, taking the sweat with her. She should be gross looking. She went running. Long and hard from the looks of her hair, as half of it’s sticking up, the rest plastered to her skin, molded there by the sweat.
Despite what most might think, Ruby’s never the type to run in skimpy outfits. She’s more covered now than I’ve seen her at the clubhouse. Biker shorts that are closer to her knees than her crotch. Her sleeveless shirt covers her entire mid-frame. The only skin you see is her arms and below her knees. She’s almost a nun compared to her usual attire.
And it’s hot as fuck. She’s panting and sweaty. I can smell her, and it ain’t cute, but her clothes? While the shirt was once loose at the start, it’s clinging to her now. Her biker shorts, which she uses to cut down the chafing on her legs, have created an amazing outline of her pussy.
I should demand that she shower right now. But why? I just want to fuck her standing. But I can’t. Not till I get answers.
I cross my arms and stare, hoping if I do nothing, I might make it out of this unscathed. I’m a heartbeat away from saying “fuck it” and taking her here and now. Especially as I see her eyes taking in my shirtless chest and the fact that my jeans are still unfastened.
I watch her swallow and wonder what it would feel like to have her try to swallow down my cock.
I cough and adjust. I need to focus. My moment has her eyes snapping back to mine.
“You forgot your phone,” I growl.
She shrugs. “Oops.” She brings the bottle back to her lips and walks past me.
But I stop her before she can make it farther than a few steps, grabbing her arm and spinning her a bit.
“There’s still a threat out there. You need to be safe.”
She rolls her eyes and pulls away as she heads to the couch and sinks into the cushions. “What threat? I’m no longer part of the club, remember? I’m sure Atom told you. Dad’s dead.” She looks me in the eye with a furious expression. “He’s gone, and I’m out.”
I know what she said yesterday. Atom told me everything. Even if he hadn’t, I had Flint show me the surveillance tapes. We put the cameras up the second Law went into a coma. We might have had a guy on the door or in the room the entire time, but we still wanted more eyes on everything. We had to watch the hospital staff too. Anyone can be bought for the right price or with the right threat.
Despite what she says, I know she doesn’t mean it. She can’t. Her dad is her whole life. Him being gone was more painful than she’ll ever say. Then having him back? It was like a breath of life back to her. I know this hurts. Having anyone forget you, but especially family, has to be hard.
Ruby‘s stubborn, though. She told him off. Said he was dead to her. And she’ll stick to it for a while. But not forever. At least I hope not. She might not know it, but her dad has a bigger impact on her happiness than she says. Shewants his approval. I know that. Everyone can see that she does. She probably wishes she’d been born a boy. Things would be different if she were.
I, for one, am grateful as fuck she wasn’t. Instead of gaining a brother, I gain my forever kind of girl.
Eventually.
“You don’t mean that.”
“It’s the truth. Right?” She tilts her head, and a glint takes over her eye. Not a nice one. “That’s what you said. That’s what the club said. Dad’s dead.” The look on her face lets me know she’s going somewhere with this—I just don’t know where yet.
I nod, even if it wasn’t a question.
