Harley showed up tobring Caroline a spare helmet, and check on her, eventually leading her away and leaving me alone once more. I’d messaged Rocket to see if he was okay, but there was no response, so for some reason, once I’d finishedmy shift, I got in my car and headed straight to the club. Believe it or not, I was worried about him.
There was a different prospect at the gate, and he leaned over it to stare at me.
“Think you’re lost, love.”
“Think you better let me in, dick. I’m here to see Rocket.”
He scratched his head, glancing behind him, and someone must have given him the go ahead, because he shrugged and pulled the gate back, waving me on, while I responded with a middle finger. I was worried, and cranky, and he just tried my last nerve.
“Bitch,”he cussed out as he started closing the gate again.
“Prospect. My office,” Micro barked at him as he approached my car, and I turned the engine off. I shoved the door open and Micro leaned on it to talk to me.
“He’s in his room, V. Not sure he’s doing great though.”
I gestured to him to let me out, and he backed up, closing the door for me with a dull thud. He looked exhausted, so I didn’t grumble when he leaned back against my car. He looked like he needed the prop.
“You okay?” I asked him, and his eyes widened a touch.
“Me? Yeah, I mean, I’m supposed to say I’m fine, right?”
I shrugged, grabbing at my bag strap as it tried to slide down for the third time. Fucking thing.
“You can say what you want. I’m not a shrink. Just… are things okay? Like are you okay?”
He grinned. “Didn’t expect so much support from my brothers, but maybe that’s because I needed to feel it first. I don’t think I deserve it, don’t think I ever will, but it was… appreciated.”
He straightened up and cracked his knuckles on both fists. “Still, I get to correct a Prospect’s behaviour right now, so that’ll help.”
“For his insult to me?”
He nodded, rolling his shoulders a little like he was about to go beat the hell out of him. Yikes.
“Well, thanks. Tell him he’s got shit hair too.”
Micro blinked at me for half a second, and laughter burst from him, surprising both of us. Maybe he needed it, but it was infectious, so I joined in. Laughter’s a funny thing, pun not intended. It seems to shake a lot of stress away, and makes you feel lighter, warmer, and happier all at once. Maybe we both needed that.
“I’ll do that,” Micro said with a grin as he started to move, “go tell Rocket he’s all good, yeah? I’m actually grateful to him for what happened. Ice may not feel the same, but he’s a prick.”
Ice? Oh, was he the angry looking one the other day? I used to be good with names, but there were so many of them that it’d take me a while… I mean, if I was intending to spend more time around them. Was that what would happen? Who the hell knows.
I waved to him and headed for Rocket’s room, tapping briefly on the door before I pushed it open. Nixie yapped her hello at me, and Rocket glared at me from his bed. He wasn’t doing anything untoward like jerking off, but he looked like I’d disturbed him nonetheless.
“Wow, don’t you look pissy,” I said lightly, stepping into the room and pushing the door closed, moving over to crouch beside Nixie and cuddle her.
“Why are you here, V?”
Ouch. I don’t know why that hurt so much when he said it.
“Well, I thought I’d check on you because of all the shit you were going through, but I can fuck off if you want,” I said sharply as I stood up, still cuddling the sweet puppy.
Rocket cursed, dragging a hand down his face as he stood up. He stalked over to me and lifted Nixie out of my arms, settingher back down. He was going to throw me out. He was literally throwing me out, and I wanted to argue, but suddenly silence was all I had. Where were my words?
His lips crashed against mine, and he backed me up against the wall, catching my hands as they pressed against his chest in a simple, basic reaction to being trapped. He set them gently on his shoulders, and pressed tighter against me, his tongue surging against mine as I let him in, giving in to the emotional reaction from him. My hands slid up to his face, brushing against the slight bristly texture of his unshaven skin. It was a surprise, and had me pulling back just a touch to look at him again. He was always so perfectly clean shaven that this felt like a cry for help.
“Oh god, are you okay?”
“Am now,” he murmured as his lips met mine again, and all other words disappeared again as I let him show me how he was feeling instead of telling me. His hips pressed against mine, rocking lightly as he devoured my lips, and I could feel it. The hard ridge of his cock, trapped in those jeans, when it should be inside me.
