“I couldn’t wait that long.” Reaching up I pushed her hair back from her face. Fuck, she was so beautiful. How had I gone a year and a half without her? I must have been out of my mind to have stayed away so long. “If you aren’t ready we don’t have…” I cleared my throat again. “We don’t have to have this baby.” It would slice my heart down the middle but I couldn’t handle Raven leaving me.
“Of course we are going to have this baby. That was never an option.” She jumped up and started pacing the length of the room. It wasn’t very big with just a queen-sized bed, a small TV stand and a television no more than thirty-two inches. If you added the connecting bathroom, the motel room was a little bigger than a broom closet. “Why would you even say something like that?”
“Because you aren’t happy. I can’t handle the thought of you miserable over having this kid, Raven. I should have talked to you about getting pregnant, not taken the choice away from you. We can try again in a few years when you are ready.” I sat up, watching her from the bed as she continued to pace. Watching her move, her breasts bouncing every time she would turn quickly to walk in the opposite direction, the way her hips swayed, and her hair fell over her shoulders caressing her arms… My jeans were like a prison confining my dick to torture.
“I want this baby, you idiot. I’ve wanted it from the moment I realized I was pregnant. I just needed some time to figure that out. But even when I was struggling with all of that I never thought about having an…abortion.” The last word came out softer, as if it were taboo to her. She stopped and glared down at me, angry tears in her olive-jade green eyes that stabbed at something deep in my chest. “If I wasn’t going to turn my back on Lexa how could I turn my back on this baby? This baby is part of you. It’s us. I love it as much as I love you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. Couldn’t find the right words to tell her how relieved I was that she felt that way about our baby growing inside of her. When Tasha had told me she was pregnant and the paternity test had come back that her baby was mine I would have begged her to have an abortion. I was glad I hadn’t, because I couldn’t imagine my life without Lexa in it now. The thought of Raven killing our child was something that would have ripped me apart inside, but I would have stood by her decision if that was what she wanted.
“Look… I’m sorry I ran off the way I did. I was pissed off and scared… And I just needed Jet or Felicity to knock some sense into me.” Her chin trembled and she lowered her eyes to the carpet. “I really need Flick right now.”
The pain in her voice gutted me. “She will come back, baby. Like you, she just needs some time.” I held out my hand for her and she took it without hesitating. I pulled her down beside me and cupped her face in both my big hands. I always had to be careful when I touched Raven. I felt like Hulk because I was so big if I didn’t watch what I was doing I could hurt her so easily. “Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, do you hear me? I don’t want to feel like I’ve felt the last few days ever again.”
She opened her mouth but I didn’t give her time to say anything before I captured her lips and refused to let go. Raven tasted sweeter than normal. Her taste exploding on my tongue as I dived deep to explore every part of her hot little mouth. While I drank my fill of her lips my hands went on a quest of their own, wanting to memorize the shape and feel of her all over again. She moaned when I found her breasts and pinched a nipple through her shirt.
Grabbing the hem of the shirt I pulled it over her head, only stopping the kiss long enough to finish the job. Her voluptuousness fell into my hands and I growled at how perfectly they fit. In my hands she was just shy of a handful. My thumb rubbed over one distended nipple. It was hard as a diamond and as I watched, her breasts swelled even more.
“Bash…” she said, breathing my name. Thrusting her fingers through my long hair she pulled my head down toward hers. This time she was in control of the kiss, her tongue licking my teeth, stroking my tongue. Tasting me as I had tasted her.
When she broke the kiss we were both breathing hard and I was about to bust the zipper on my jeans I was so hard. “Bash, I love you.”
I sucked in a deep breath and lifted her onto my lap so that she was straddling me. “I love you too, baby.”
The heat of her through her panties was nearly scalding. The cotton material was drenched and I couldn’t stop from cursing at how much harder that made me. Reaching between us, Raven unfastened my jeans and carefully pulled the zipper down. My cock sprang free, causing her to whimper at the sight and feel of it between us. She stroked me with a tight fist, biting that damned lip as if she were thinking of eating it whole.
I wasn’t going to last. My balls were already tight and a few more of those skillful strokes and I was going to cover us both in my release. Her panties were in the way so I tore them off before lifting her hips enough so that my tip was right where I needed it. A few drops of her desire dripped onto my dick and rolled down my shaft. The sight was erotic as fuck and I thrust into her hard for fear that I was going to blow right then and there.
Raven shuddered as I planted myself balls deep into her tight little pussy. She moaned my name as her nails sliced into my back, urging me on. The tattoo of the raven on my back was all kinds of scratched up because she couldn’t seem to stop herself from getting rough like that. I loved it, and it never failed to get me harder knowing I could make my female mindless.
Two deep strokes and her pussy started contracting around me. She screamed my name as her pussy flooded with her release. The feel of all that hot wetness drove me over the edge and I came, with her name on my lips.
Chapter 11
Willa
I’m not going to knee him in the balls. I’m not going to knee him in the balls.
I. Am. Not. Going. To. Knee. Him. In. The. BALLS.
I kept repeating those words over and over in my head as I walked back to the bar with a tray loaded down with empties. The sting on my ass from where the douchebag biker had just pinched me fueling my anger as I tried to keep my cool and repeated the words again.
It was Tuesday and once again I was at work. Things were relatively slow since it was only seven in the evening. Hawk was the only one of the Hannigans working tonight because Tuesdays were normally slow. He hadn’t been spending as much time in the bar as his brothers did so on slow nights he came in to give Colt and Raider the evening off.
A few of the MC guys were seated at various tables around the bar, but a handful of them had taken to the pool tables in the back. Pool tables that were hidden for the most part from the bar itself, so Hawk hadn’t just seen one of his MC brothers pinch my ass after asking me for a blowjob. It had taken everything inside of me not to bust a beer bottle over the prick’s head then and there.
I probably should have just done it. Hawk or his siblings weren’t likely to fire me if I’d maimed one of their members, and it wasn’t like I was working here because I needed the money. My father had left me a fuckload of money along with a trust fund for Lexa. It was probably all illegally obtained but I wasn’t going to turn my nose up at it. Working at Hannigans’ was just to help Raven out—especially now that she had promised Bash she wasn’t going to work at the bar unless she had to.
The look on my face must have told Hawk how pissed off I was, because he stopped mixing the Crown and Coke that was in his hand. “What?”
I shrugged it all off. No way did I want anyone to think I couldn’t take care of myself. I was not some little woman who needed a man to protect her. If I ran and told on every man who pissed me off then no one would respect me. I wouldn’t respect myself. “I’m fine,” I assured him with a smile that wasn’t nearly as forced when I looked up at him.
Hawk might be reserved with most people, but there was something in his eyes that told me he was a good man. Proof of it was how sweet he was to Gracie. They might have only known each other for a little over five weeks, but they were almost inseparable. I was still trying to figure out what
was going on with those two, but considering that their room was right up against mine and Lexa’s I knew for a fact they weren’t having sex. Those walls were kind of thin and no one could be that quiet every night.
“All you have to do is say the word and I’ll gut anyone who bothers you,” Hawk assured me as he placed the tumbler of Crown and Coke on my tray. “You know what, wait a minute…” He bent behind the bar top and moved a few things around before standing again. “Here. Strap this to your leg. Use it whenever you feel the need to protect yourself.”
He handed over a short metal rod, and when I took it I realized it was slightly heavier than I was expecting. There was a small button in the middle and I pushed it, curious as to what it would do. The rod extended, turning into a long baton. “Holy fuck! That will knock some sense into these dickheads.”
Hawk chuckled. “Yeah. Raven used to carry it around with her when she first started working here. Keep it on you, Willa. But seriously, if anyone bothers you let one of us know. I’d rather have to have words with someone than have to let Bash kill them.”
With a sigh, I gave in. “Fine.” Picking up the tray, I gave him another smile. “Thanks for the new toy.”
“Use it if you have to.” He went and picked up a rag and started wiping down the bar top as I walked away to give the drink to the biker sitting near the Original’s booth with a few other regulars.
“Yo, sweetness. Another round back here.”
I cringed at the man’s voice and gritted my teeth as I went to get five more long necked, brown bottles of beer. As I lifted the tray the door opened and Bash walked in with Spider and two of the Originals. Uncle Jack, as everyone tended to call him, along with the one who everyone called Razor—Spider’s uncle. Razor wasn’t anything like I had expected. When I had first pictured Spider’s uncle, I’d seen him as more like Spider. Instead Razor was shorter by at least six inches, leaner and with an easy smile. But as nice as he had seemed to me, I’d also seen some of the Angel’s Halo members walking carefully around the man. I’d learned that next to Uncle Jack, Razor was the one you didn’t want to piss off. Ever.
“Hey, Willa. A round of beers and a bottle of Jameson when you get the chance,” Bash called over as he followed the others to the Original’s booth.
“Tell Hawk,” I shot back as I headed toward the pool tables. “I’m busy.”
“I said when you get the chance, woman. Don’t hurt yourself on that sharp bitch blade you’re carrying around.” I shot him a glare and he gave me a smirk that had me rolling my eyes.
“What crawled up her ass?” Razor said with amusement lacing his tone. “You been messing with the girl again, Spiderman?”
“Not yet,” I heard Spider assure his uncle, causing the other three men to laugh and me to nearly drop my tray loaded with the beers at the ‘yet’. How fucked up was it that I was looking forward to ‘yet’? I was such a masochist when it came to that damn man.
Ever since Raven had run away we had called a kind of truce and had been getting along pretty good. By that, I meant that we hadn’t been slinging insults at each other and I hadn’t had daydreams of cutting his dick off and shoving it down his damn throat. Then there was that near kiss that had left me wetter than I’d been in a long, long time and aching for days.
I wasn’t going to think about that right now. Not when I still had a few hours of walking around with drenched panties, which just wasn’t comfortable at all.
By the time I reached the pool table where the five bikers were playing, they were getting rowdy. The guy who had pinched me earlier seemed to be their leader, the one the other four looked to for guidance on how they should act. He was cockier than the others, and honestly not all that horrible to look at with his scruffy beard and lean build. His nose, on the other hand, had obviously been broken a few times. Unlike Spider’s broken nose, which gave him more sex appeal, this guy’s gave his face a hooked kind of appearance.
I set the tray down on the pool table beside the one they were playing on and started handing out the beers. Hooked nose was the last to take his and as he reached out for it caught hold of my wrist in an almost bruising grip. I wasn’t able to hide my grimace and he sneered at my small sign of pain. “How about that dick sucking now, sweetness.”
Bile rose and I reached for the baton that I had strapped to my thigh before coming back here. Before I could grasp it he caught my other hand and pulled me roughly against him. The smell of his breath made me actually gag as the mixture of beer and smoke invaded my nose. Those two scents mixed together were not sexy at all.
He was hurting my wrists and I tried not to whimper as he backed me toward one of the other pool tables. The smirk on his face along with the pain he was inflicting was pissing me off and my knee came up before he could guess at my intentions, clipping him right in the balls. The biker bent in half with pain, but didn’t release his hold on me. His four friends boxed me in and I knew I was in trouble. They weren’t happy that I was ruining their fun.
I opened my mouth to scream for help. I intended to scream for Hawk, or even Bash, but neither were the name that left my lips. “SPIDER!”
The sound of a chair’s legs scrapping over hard wood flooring didn’t seem to make the five men worry. A few of them laughed that I had screamed for Spider. Did they think that he wouldn’t help me? Even though we had our problems, Spider keeping me safe had never been something I would have questioned. He was a good man—when he kept his dick out of other pussies.
“Spider only takes care of one female, sweetness. Raven ain’t around tonight,” the one to my left informed me as he reached out to touch my hair.
“Motherfuckers.” The roar made all five of their heads snap around, even the hooked nose leader who was still trying to suck in a deep breath. “Get your hands off my girl.”
Their jaws dropped and four of the five jumped back from me as if I’d suddenly been diagnosed with some kind of contagious zombie infection. “We didn’t know, man,” one man said, but he was ignored as Spider walked toward the hooked nose biker who still had his hands wrapped around mine.
Still in obvious pain from my direct hit to his favorite appendage, the hooked nose man straightened to his full height, not backing down from Spider. I gulped as I got a closer look at the man storming forward. The bull ring in his nose quivered with every exhale, his black eyes like some monster’s in a science fiction show as they obliterated the man who was hurting me, making the term ‘if looks could kill’ something to worry about. His entire body was flexing, six feet six inches of pure male perfection on a mission to eviscerate the danger to his woman.
I bit my lip as the words ‘his woman’ repeated in my head over and over again before shaking that crazy thought away. I wasn’t his woman. That was a crazy road to drive down again. A road that would only lead to my heart being broken all over again.
“Let her go. Now.” Spider’s voice, normally raspy by nature, was almost demonic sounding as he stopped mere inches from the man holding me captive.
A movement behind Spider caught my attention and I found Hawk, Bash and the two Originals flanking their enforcer. The other bikers who had been in the bar were filling the doorway behind their MC officials. It was obvious from the look on Bash’s face that he knew he wasn’t going to be needed, but wanted to watch the show while making it plain to everyone present that he would always stand behind his enforcer. His best friend.
“First I heard she was your woman,” the hooked nose biker got out in a stronger voice than I would have given him credit for, seeing as he was still wheezing for oxygen after the damage done to his balls. “Closest I’d ever seen you with a woman was Raven Hannigan and since Bash came sniffing back around it looks like you missed your chance to tap that.”
I heard Bash growl something violent but that didn’t scare me nearly as badly as the look that entered Spider’s black eyes. Oh shit. I knew that Spider and Raven were close. As in brother-and-sister close. Best-friends-for-fucking-ever c
lose. Without taking his eyes off the other man’s face, Spider reached out and gripped the man’s right hand. He screamed as the enforcer bent his wrist back so quickly that he dropped my hands just as I heard bone breaking.
Moving quickly now that I was free, I stumbled back against the pool table before Spider threw the first punch that landed the hooked nosed biker on the floor, his nose once again broken and spurting blood as he lay on the floor unconscious. Two kicks to the man’s ribs startled him awake. Spider crouched down beside him and wrapped his hand around the man’s windpipe. “A few rules you should know, Murphy, since you’re new to the area and all.” He tightened his hold and Murphy struggled as he tried to push Spider’s hand away. “Rule number one… If you can’t touch Raven Hannigan, that sure as fuck means you can’t talk about her in any way. Understand?” Murphy, turning purple in the face, quickly nodded. “Rule number two… We’re going to extend the ‘no one touches Raven Hannigan’ law to Willa as well. I catch you or any other fucker so much as looking like you’re going to touch her, I’ll slaughter you. Clear?”
Spider didn’t let Murphy answer before he released him. Standing, he kicked the man on the floor in the ribs again before turning to face me. As soon as his eyes met mine some of the rage seemed to dim in his eyes and he reached for me. I fell into his arms and breathed in his scent as his arms tightened around me. “You okay?” he asked low enough so that only I could hear the question.
All I could do was nod. My heart was racing with a mixture of lingering fear of Murphy and his friends as well as lust starting to consume me. Vaguely I heard Bash ordering some of the others to get Murphy out of the bar—he was going to deal with the man himself later in the week apparently. Spider’s big hands were rubbing up and down my back, warming me up and bringing my entire body to life under his touch.