When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Athena leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.
I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placing her hands on the wall.
I sink into her from behind and fuck her slowly with one hand cupping her breasts and the other rubbing circles over her clit. We come together in a wordless release.
Gathering up her limp body in my arms, I turn off the water and dry us both off before tucking her into my bed and crawling in beside her. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead until she finally opens her eyes and gives me her radiant smile.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“Fuck yeah, it was.”
She laughs at my crude answer, and I kiss the sound from her lips. How could life get any better than this?
8
ATHENA
Iroll over in bed, needing the warmth of my big strong biker before I can wake up fully. Only… he’s not there. I peek one eye open, then the other, before sitting up. He’s definitely not in the room, and I somehow sense he’s not in the house at all. I don’t feel his warm, protective presence.
It’s not like Wraith to leave without telling me, but then again, I haven’t known him for very long. Maybe this is what he’s really like - flakey and absent.
Sighing heavily, I try to blink the negative, distrustful thoughts away. Wraith has been so good to me, not only providing for me when I needed it, but handling me with such tenderness. Well, he’s not always tender; Wraith knows how to tease me to the brink and then wreck me with pleasure.
I make a pit stop in the bathroom to freshen up and change my clothes, humming to myself while thinking about what class I’m going to take today. Wraith bought a subscription to a library of online courses taught by professionals at the top of their fields, and I’ve been watching a ton of intro videos to see what peaks my interest.
My hand is on the doorknob when I hear something that makes every single muscle in my body tense to the point of pain.I’m completely frozen in place, still and silent, hardly daring to even breathe.Is that…?
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll get her and wrangle her back where she belongs.” My father’s voice echoes around the house, pausing slightly to hear whoever he’s talking to before continuing. “Damn straight we’ll teach her not to run again. Next auction is at the new place, right? Our permanent location?”
Tears spring to my eyes and my mind reels as reality sets in. My dad is on the other side of this wall, pacing back and forth in the kitchen from the sounds of it.How did he get in? Where is Wraith? Oh, god, did my dad hurt Wraith?
That thought snaps me back into my body, and I know what I need to do. Slowly, silently, I turn the doorknob and open the door just a sliver. When I’m satisfied my father won’t see me run across the hall into Wraith’s room, I make my big move.
I take a few deep breaths once inside, then locate my trusty duffel bag. I haven’t needed it since coming to stay with Wraith, but I’m glad I have it all the same. Especially now. My fingers wrap around the cool metal of the 9mm I stole a few days ago, and I practice holding it properly before hiding it behind my back.
As much as I don’t want to, I know I need to confront my dad and find out how bad the situation really is. If he hurt Wraith in any way…
Rolling out my shoulders, I try to relax enough to clear my head. If I’m going to be carrying and possibly shooting a gun, I need to be sharp.
I step out into the hallway, one foot in front of the other, until I reach the kitchen. My heart pounds against my ribcage painfully as a rush of cold air runs through me.
“There she is!” my father bellows. “Sleepyhead. I almost came in to wake you up so we could get this show on the road, but I wanted you to get your beauty sleep.” The man whodonated his DNA to create me grins widely, showing off his tobacco-stained teeth, more than a few of which are missing.
His eyes are big and round, his pupils dilated enough to make his irises look completely black. Whatever mix of drugs he’s on seems to have put him in a manic state. The large man sways on his feet and starts talking at me rapidly.
“Thought you could run, eh? Silly girl. Silly,sillygirl.” He repeats this phrase a few times as if it really amuses him.
Each time he says it, he gets a little louder, until his face is tomato-red and he’s screamingsilly girlat the top of his lungs. My father stops just as abruptly as he started, his facial features and volume returning to normal.
“Where’s Wraith?” I ask, still hiding the gun. I take a step closer, though I’m not sure if it was the right move.
“Wraith,” he spits out before blowing a raspberry like a child. “You really thought you could trust him?”
“More than I trust you.”
He narrows his eyes at me, a flicker of vengeance in his gaze. “You sure? Don’t you know by now, all bikers are the same? If you couldn’t hack it with me and the boys, you’re not cut out for this life.”
“Not all clubs are the same,” I protest, though I only have two clubs to back my theory up.
