“You ride?” I found myself asking, surprised. Most women in clubs never rode unless it was behind their man.
She nodded and smiled up at me. “You don’t think a girl can ride?”
“No,” I sighed. “I just…didn’t see you being someone who rode and now that I say it out loud that sounds worse.”
She chuckled and wiped at her watery eyes. “I get it, and to answer your question, yes I love riding. I love the freedom, being able to ride, the thrum between my legs from the engine, the sound, the wind in my hair…everything. It's liberating.”
Fuck, Kendrick, you’re in trouble…stop looking at her like that.
I still had the feel of her soft lips against mine implanted in my brain, the way her body melted against mine, the way she moaned into my mouth which had only had my cock pushing up painfully against my jeans.
Stop it.
“I’m going to get some sleep,” she said. “See you tomorrow?”
“You bet.”
I watched her walk through the house and down the hall toward her bedroom. It took everything in me not to go after her and finish what we started in the kitchen. I wanted to hear that kitten purr my name. I wanted so much to bury myself in her, to take away her pain, her misery, and show her what a real man could do.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t be what she needed and that killed me.
No…it was best to steer clear until her brother was found and she could be free…
I awoke to the shrill sound of screaming. I knew it was Darby before I even woke up properly. Grabbing my gun, I ran down the hall and kicked in her door. She sat up, her eyes wide, and her body sweaty. She was panting as she looked over at me, wild-eyed, and tears streaming down her cheeks.
I knew instantly.
It was a nightmare. My phone would have gone off if it had been something else, or an intruder. I immediately put my gun down on the bureau and came over to the side of the bed and pulled her into my arms. She clung to me like I was the only thing holding her from floating away. My chest ached that she had to suffer through so much pain and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I soothed her hair away from her face and just held her. I knew she had a tough life but that scream…that had been terror.
Real, pure terror.
“Th-thank you,” she sobbed into my chest. She pulled back and wiped at her eyes.
“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head vehemently. “No, not really.”
“Okay, I’m just gonna sit at the end of your bed until you fall asleep again, okay?”
“You can sit on the other side. Talk to me…”
“I can do that,” I said and shifted over to the spare side of her bed. Sitting against the headboard, I crossed my ankles over and got comfortable. She laid down on her pillow again, and sighed deeply.
“Go wash your face,” I told her. “It will help you to fall asleep again.”
“Good idea,” she replied, before she got out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom ensuite. Her ass cheeks were hanging out the bottom of her panties that came up halfway to her ass almost like a thong but… not. My cock was hard pushing against my sweatpants I’d fallen asleep in. Luckily for me, since I normally fell asleep buck ass naked, tonight had been relatively cool and I’d shoved them on. I shifted my cock and thought of anything but her gorgeous derriere so I didn’t come off as a creep. When she came back, she offered me a slight smile before she tucked herself back in. “I don’t get them that often.”
“What are they about?” I found myself asking.
“Usually situations I found myself in that I needed rescuing from…you know when I was younger.”
I grunted, hating that she needed to be rescued when it was her own father’s club. She should havebeen off limits but I knew from Shona that that wasn’t how the Destructive Sons were with their women. They were tools to be used when they were needed. If I could revive him, I’d do it over and over again just so I could keep killing him.
The terror in her screams told me enough. I never wanted to hear her scream like that again.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked her, trying to lighten the mood.
