“Fucking never,” I promise, and her eyes sparkle as she moves out of my hold and I straighten my legs as she straddles me before her pussy is placed at the tip of my weeping dick, the wetness of our releases earlier instantly dripping onto my lap, making my groan even louder as she takes me inside her.
Fuck, I can’t get enough of this woman.
***
“Holly,” I groan, my need for her consuming me, bringing me out of the haziness, and my dad gasps, “Alex?” and I blink, my head pounding before everything hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.
Chapter 21
Dirty
“Fuck,” I choke as I slowly try to sit up, but dizziness fills me making me fall back a little, the movement making it worse as the back of my throat burns, and I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.
I twist, my hair covering my face instantly, before vomit spews out, a trashcan suddenly under my face catching it all, and acid burns the back of my throat. I gag some more despite my stomach being empty as it pulls.
Holy shit.
“You’re okay,” Dad rasps, I cough some more, my head fucking pounding, and I am breathing heavy as a groan makes its way up.
“Alright, brother, try and have a sip for me,” I hear Tank rasp, and I swallow hard as a bottle of water is placed near my mouth, and I allow whoever is holding it to tip some in my mouth. I spitit back out before taking some more, this time swallowing it, and I choke, “Holly…”
“Is with Lyra and Caleb,” Doc confirms, and I cough again as more bile rises, the water I just had coming back up.
“Shit,” I hear my brother curse, but no one pays him any mind.
When he gets pissed off, it’s best to leave him be because he becomes dangerous, and right now, the fucker sounds furious.
“Okay, son, do you think we can try and sit you up?” Dad asks carefully, I manage to choke out, “Yeah,” before I feel two hands grab my shoulders and I’m slowly pushed back up, and I groan at the tightness in my stomach as the room spins.
“Deep breaths, brother,” Doc says, and I try to do as he instructed but it doesn’t stop my head from spinning.
“Where is Holly?” I finally choke out as I lean against the headboard, needing eyes on my girl. I look around the room to see I’m in the medical room at the clubhouse. Trying to recall the details of the last memory I have, which is Cheryl stabbing something in my fucking neck.
Fuck, bile rises again but I swallow it making me shiver in disgust and Dad squeezes my shoulder.
“What can you remember, brother?” Ace asks calmly, too fucking calmly, and I look his way, but my tension rises seeing he is ready to fucking break.
He needs to go and fuck someone, preferably before he goes on a killing spree like he did when he had found out about what mama did.
“Seeing Lyra and I was determined to put my patch on Hol’s back, so I went to my room to grab it,” I rasp, my throat raw.
“Anything after that?” Doc commands lowly.
“I felt someone in the room as soon as I walked in,” I choke, “Next thing I know, Cheryl is stabbing a needle into my neck before I can react. After that, it’s all blurry, but I remember feeling disgusted and wanting Hol.”
“Pantha let Cheryl in,” my brother admits, “I went through your server like how you showed me, and she let the fucking woman in with a grin.”
Fuck.
Pantha is the oldest clubwhore we have on the grounds, always trying to go for Dad's attention, but it never went past my mother. Which is fucking bad considering Mama strayed on him, and I guess she’s fucking salty.
“I’m sorry, son,” Dad whispers, and I shake my head, but instantly regret it as the bile that rises, and I choke, “It isn’t your fault.”
“She’s been kicked outta the club,” Stone adds, “Well, more like arrested for drug use. We ensured she had several kilos of cocaine on her, or well, Ace did, which took a lot for him, he looked ready for murder.”
“Good,” I choke out, breathing heavy as my heart races and the urge to puke hits me again.
Holly…
