2014 – Santana
“Take me to the club,” I say three days later to Mack as he prepares to leave.
He turns to me. “Why?”
“It’s been three days. He’s not spoken to me, and he’s not going to unless I go in there and fix this.”
“There ain’t nothing you can do, short of tellin’ him you love him, that can fix this.”
I shake my head. “You’re wrong.”
“I’ll take you, but listen to me, Santana,” he says, stepping closer. “Don’t go in there and make this worse. You wanna be with Maddox, then fuckin’ be with him. You don’t, leave him be, and make it clear you’re not interested. Quit playin’.”
I nod. “I swear.”
“Fine, then get in the car.”
We get into the SUV in the garage, and I drop down as Mack drives towards the compound. We arrive in good time, with no issues. It’s just on dark, and the club is in full swing. I get out of the car and walk with Mack inside. I see the guys, and they all give me a grin and a wave as I walk past.
I head straight towards Maddox’s office.
I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, considering it’s been three days and he’s not said a word. He’s right, Mack’s right, and I’m an idiot. Maddox does care about me, and if I’m not lying to myself, I care about him. Can it work? I truly don’t know. Do I want it to? I don’t know that either. All I know is I hurt him, and he deserves me to apologize for that.
I open his office door when I reach it, only to see Krypt and Ash . . . Jesus. I squeal and spin around, pressing a hand to my eyes. “Oh my God, Krypt, I think I just saw your . . . thingy . . .”
Krypt laughs, and Ash cries out in shame.
“Lucky girl.” He chuckles. “And it ain’t a thingy, honey, it’s a co—”
“Krypt!” Ash cuts him off with an embarrassed scoff.
“Where’s Maddox?” I ask, still covering my eyes.
“Out.”
“Okay, carry on.”
I step out, closing the door. My God. I’ll never un-see that. I walk back down the halls, disappointed. Maddox isn’t even here. I go back out and sit at the bar, getting a drink. Austin, the new prospect, comes over and joins me. He’s only young, maybe twenty-six, and has messy blond hair and gorgeous brown eyes.
“How you doin’, Santana?” he asks.
I shrug. “Not too bad, how are you?”
“Aside from being a biker slave, pretty good.”
I laugh. “The life of a prospect, huh?”
He snorts. “Yeah. How’s your leg?”
“It’s fine.” I smile. “All healed.”
“Gettin’ shot sucks.”
I laugh. “Yeah, that’s one way of puttin’ it.”
We chat for more than an hour. Austin tells me about his life, and where he came from. I tell him about mine. We get along quite well. Maddox comes in when I’m on my third drink, and his eyes shoot straight to me. “What the fuck is she doin’ here?”
Still mad, I see.
I go to say something, but he storms off. With a sigh, I get up and walk down the hall after him. He’s gone into his office, and I hesitate outside the door for a few minutes before going in. He’s sitting on the couch, head dropped, a glass of something amber in his hand. He looks up when I walk in, and his eyes are furious.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
“To talk to you,” I say, closing the door behind me.
“Nothin’ to talk about. Get out.”
“Jesus, Maddox, can you stop?”
“Stop,” he snorts. “That all you’ve got to say? Are you goin’ to sit here and blame this shit on me, too?”
I shake my head, leaning against the door. “You never told me how you felt.”
He glares at me. “And you didn’t stop to fuckin’ see it.”
“I’m not a mind reader,” I whisper.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter; it’s done with. Now leave. I got pussy waitin’.”
“No,” I bark. “Don’t you push me away!”
“Why?” he roars. “You’re fuckin’ doin’ it to me.”
“I’m not pushing you away,” I cry. “I didn’t know. I . . . I fucked up, Maddox. I fucked up, because I’m scared. I care about you . . . I do . . .”
“Words,” he snarls. “They mean fuck all to me. You’ve done nothin’ but make it clear pretty boys are what you want, not some fuckin’ biker.”
I take a shaky step forward and his eyes widen. “Then I’ll show you that you’re wrong.”
He watches me with that dark, angry expression as I walk towards him. I stop in front of him, and then I slowly climb onto his lap. My heart is pounding—he could throw me off at any second.
Just being settled over Maddox’s big body is doing things to me, strange things. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. He stares at me, not moving, not even attempting to.
“I made a mistake,” I whisper, placing my hands on his chest. “I fucked up, Maddox. The truth is, I was hurt when you were with Ash because I care about you. It confused me, my feelings confused me, and they still do, but I won’t deny that it hurt because you matter to me more than I first thought. What I did with Alec . . . it was wrong . . . and I paid for it. He took something from me I can’t get back, and the sad thing is I gave it to him. He made it hurt, but I know with you . . . it won’t. Show me, Maddox. Show me what we both can’t say.”
His eyes flash, and the ice in his glass rattles as he reaches out and places it on the small table beside the couch. “There ain’t no takin’ this back. Once I’m inside you, that’s it.”
“Show me,” I whisper. “Make him go away, make it . . . make it you . . .”
“You were a virgin.”
It’s a statement, not a question.
I nod.
“He hurt you?”
I nod again.
“How bad?”
I open my mouth, and my cheeks go pink.
“How bad, baby?” he demands.
“I . . . it hurt . . . it hurt a lot. There was blood, and—”
“Fuck,” he cuts me off. “Can’t fuck you, honey. Not when you’ve been hurt.”
I shake my head. “But . . . Maddox . . . we’ve both wanted this. I want this. With you. I want you to make it feel how it’s supposed to.”
He takes my hand, pressing it down between us and over his . . . holy shit . . . extremely large cock. “You feel that, honey?” he growls. “Ain’t no way that won’t hurt.”
I lean forward, pressing my forehead to his. “Today, tomorrow, or a month away. We can’t change that. I made a mistake with Alec, but I want you, Maddox. I. Want. You.”
He pulls back, his eyes hard. “And I’ll fuck you, just not here. Not tonight. Not when you’re still raw.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off.
“I don’t need to fuck you, to make you scream.”
Oh, boy.
I meet his gaze and he gives me a sexy lip quirk that makes me want to lean forward and devour his handsome face.
“Well then,” I breathe. “Take it away.”
His eyes slide over my body, slowly, and when they meet mine again, they’re filled with heat. “Slowly. He fucked up by hurtin’ you, sweetheart. I’m goin’ to show you just how beautiful this can be.”
“O-o-okay,” I whisper.
He lifts a hand, running the backs of his fingers down my cheek, so softly and gently it takes me by surprise. He brings his face closer, puffs of breath warming my cheeks. I close my eyes; just taking him in, letting him show me everything he’s wanted to show me for so long. His fingers continue to stroke down my face, going down my neck and over my shoulder.
Then he replaces his fingers with his lips, and my entire body comes alive. He scatters the softest, sweetest little kisses over my cheeks and face, gently grazing my lips before moving down to my neck. Tiny prickles of pleasure break out over my skin and warmth shoots through me at the feeling of his lips tickling my neck. It feels amazing, and so damned real.
“Your skin smells like honey,” he purrs against my throat, little vibrations travelling through me.
I laugh softly. “It’s the soap I wash with.”
“Mmmmm,” he growls. “Keep washin’ with it.”
His hands move, sliding up my sides. His fingers tickle over my body, warming a path as they go. Then he glides them over my dress, stroking me, caressing the soft swell of my breasts through the fabric. A whimper escapes and his mouth captures mine, giving me a kiss so mind consuming it takes my breath away. It’s so gentle, so perfect...exactly how it should be.
I just didn’t know I could get what I desperately needed from a biker.
He’s being so slow with me, so sweet. His mouth peppers little kisses across my face and neck, his fingers create light touches up my side and over my breasts. My skin is alive, my body is thrumming and it feels amazing. I close my eyes and take it all in, letting him explore my body, letting him bring me alive in a way Alec refused. He’s replacing all the bad Alec put on my body, and replacing it with something beautiful, something Maddox.
“It’s takin’ everything for me to hold back,” he murmurs against my neck. “You’re so damned gorgeous, Santana.”
I shudder and he groans.
“That’s how it should feel, baby,” he growls. “When a man makes you feel something fuckin’ beautiful.”
“You make it feel,” I struggle for breath. “Amazing. I need more, Maddox. I need you, now.”
He brings his mouth forward and captures my lips in his. Like the first time, the kiss is God damned scorching. His tongue moves past my lips and causes mine to go weak, like it’s having it’s own wobbly leg moment. His rubble is scratchy against my cheek in the best possible way.
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling back. “Never has kissin’ anyone felt so damned good.”
I stare at him, just taking him in. He’s so beautiful. I reach up, stroking my fingers over his rugged face. His eyes search mine, for answers, for hope, I don’t know . . . but it feels good. This moment feels exactly how it’s meant to. I slide my hands from his face, down his neck and stop when they’re flat on his chest.
“What’s next?” I breathe.
He lifts me off his lap in one, swift movement, dropping me onto the couch beside him. He turns, shrugging his leather jacket off and tossing it. Then he leans over to me. I put a hand up to stop him. “The shirt,” I breathe. “Take it off.”
With a grin, he lifts the hem of his shirt and discards it quickly. I take a moment to stare at the pure perfection that is Maddox. Ripped abs, tattoos over tight, smooth skin, and ropes of muscle up his long arms leading to thick, God damned edible shoulders and pecks. He’s mouth watering.
I lean forward, pressing my mouth to his skin, letting my tongue slide out to taste him. He growls, throaty and deep, pushing me back. “Who’s leadin’ this party?”
I smile wryly, leaning away. He reaches for me, taking hold of my dress and pulling it up and over my head until I’m in nothing but a G-string and a bra. A low, guttural moan leaves his lips as he studies me. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
I bite my lip as he takes me into his arms, reaching around to unclip my bra. He drops it off and leans back again, staring at my small, but full breasts. His jaw is tight as his eyes graze over my skin, then he leans down, his hand sliding around my back to pull me closer as his mouth captures my nipple.
“Oh God,” I whisper as sensations I’ve never experienced course through my body.
His tongue swirls the tip of my nipple, causing tiny bolts of pleasure to shoot through me and right down to my sex. I whimper, clutching his arms as he devours one nipple, then the other. His other hand slides down to my panties, taking hold of them and ripping them off in one, quick movement.
Oh, my.
His fingers travel over my pubic bone, and he slips a finger into my damp flesh. I cry out as his thick finger finds my clit, gently stroking it. I squirm in his arms, incoherent babbling coming from my lips as he sucks my nipples and makes my entire body come alive in ways I’ve never felt or imagined.
“M-M-M-Maddox,” I cry out.
“Did he make you come?” he growls.
“No,” I gasp.
“Good. I’m goin’ to.”
He massages my clit softly until little bolts of lightning shoot through my body, erupting like tiny firecrackers. I scream out his name as the most intense, incredible pleasure takes over. I tremble against his body as he shifts me, laying me down onto the couch. Before I’ve even finished shaking, he’s between my legs, lifting my hips and pressing his mouth to my pussy.
Oh, fuck.
“Maddox,” I plead as he breathes over my clit, not licking it, just teasing until it hurts.
“You smell so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ . . . good,” his voice is strained, like holding back is the hardest, most painful thing he’s ever done.
“Please,” I beg.
“Mmmmm,” he hums against my flesh, and it radiates right to my very core.
Then his tongue dives into my flesh and a scream is ripped from my throat. Oh, nothing has ever felt so amazing. Yes. I arch up as he devours me, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking. He tilts his head to the side, running his tongue up my lips before diving back in, capturing my clit in his teeth and rolling it around.
I come again, shamelessly quick. He pulls back, staring down at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. God, that’s hot. His jeans are straining with his cock that so desperately wants to be set free. I want to see it like I’ve never wanted to see anything in my life.
“I want . . . I want to see it, Maddox,” I whisper.
“See what, honey?”
“Your . . .”
“Say it,” he growls.
“Your cock.”
He moans, throaty and deep. God, he’s beautiful. He takes the top button of his jeans and flicks them open. He reaches in and pulls out his cock, his big hand wrapped around it. Holy shit, seeing him holding himself like that is scarily hot. I want to keep watching. I want to see what happens when he comes.
“Oh . . . God,” I say, my voice low.
He’s huge. Long and thick, an impressive length. His fist is tight around himself, as if he’s straining to hold back.
“Will you . . .” I swallow, my cheeks burning. “Will you . . .”
“You want me to stroke it?”
I bite my lip, nodding.
“You want to watch me come, baby?”
“Oh, yes.”
He gives me a sexy half-grin, and he begins stroking. His hand moves up and down, revealing the thick head of his cock. It’s an angry red—God, it looks like it actually hurts. His hand moves lazily at first, just sliding up and down. His balls are tucked up, only a small flash of them showing every now and then.
“Harder,” I breathe.
His eyes widen, but he complies. His hand moves faster, working up and down. God, that’s amazing. I sit up, leaning forward, wanting to feel it, to touch it, to see how soft that skin is in my hand. I reach out, tracing my thumb over the thick tip, lifting a drop of pre-cum off and pressing it to my lips. Slightly salty, but all Maddox. I groan.
He hisses.
“Fuck,” he growls. “That was hot.”
I reach out, offering my hand to him. He stops stroking long enough to take it and wrap it around his cock. He’s so hot there, warming my palm as he closes his hand over mine, and begins stroking our joined hands up and down. He’s hard, and I can feel the veins pulsing beneath my fingers.
“Fuck, fuck,” he pants.
He moves our hands faster, and his cock swells. Then a thick white liquid bursts from the tip, hitting my chin. I stare in shock and fascination as strand after strand shoots out, spilling over me. Maddox groans, low and deep, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He softens in my hand, and he lets me go. He stares at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He reaches up and swipes his release off my chin, and then he brings it to my mouth. I know what he wants from me, but do I have it in me to be that girl? That dirty, erotic girl? I meet his eyes.
“Taste me, honey,” he murmurs. “Let me see your mouth around my finger.”
That does it for me.
I lean forward and open my lips. He slides his finger into my mouth, and the taste of him swirls over my tongue. I suck him off, taking him, letting him inside me in a way he’s never been before. His breathing deepens and a throaty groan escapes his parted lips. He slips his finger from me, curls his hand around the back of my head, and jerks me forward, devouring me with his mouth.
Oh. My. God.
His tongue and my tongue share his taste, swirling it around our mouths. Our groans mingle and I whimper, clutching Maddox’s shirt and pressing myself against him.
Then a knock sounds out.
We pull apart, lips puffy, breathing ragged.
“What?” Maddox barks.
“Need a word, bro,” Mack calls out. “Now.”
His tone sounds quite urgent. Maddox turns to me. “Sorry, honey.”
I’ve already got my panties and bra on. I take my dress and pull it over my head, while saying, “It’s okay.”
“Hey,” Maddox says, doing up his jeans. “Look at me.”
I look up at him.
“That was fuckin’ perfect. Don't you walk outta here regrettin’ it. You hear me?”
I nod.
He steps forward and kisses me, hard and quick.
Then he’s gone.
~*~*~*~
MADDOX
“What’s so fuckin’ important you’d pull me from bein’ with that girl?”
Mack turns to me, his face stony. “Got a response from Kennedy.”
I tense. I sent word that I wanted to see him, but of course he didn’t want a bar of it. Probably thinkin’ I was a drug lord comin’ to threaten him.
“And?” I prompt.
“He will see you.”
I grin. “Fuckin’ ripper.”
“But he wants Santana there, too.”
My blood goes cold. “How the fuck does he know about Santana bein’ with me?”
“Prisoners talk. Wouldn't be hard for him to find out who you are. Especially with some of the Tinmen behind bars.”
“Fuck,” I bark. “No fuckin’ way.”
“Way,” Mack grunts. “And he’s threatenin’ to get word to her himself if you don’t bring her.”
“That piece of shit,” I snarl, crossing my arms.
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“It means you’re goin’ to have to tell her,” Krypt says, coming into the room.
“Fuck off, Krypt. Don’t start pushin’ me. I just fuckin’ got her, and you’re both askin’ me to break her heart.”
“You can’t keep dancin’ around this,” Krypt growls. “She deserves to know.”
“And I’ll tell her,” I snarl. “When I know where her fuckin’ sister is.”
“Kennedy is the only man who can tell you that, and to tell you, he wants to see Santana.”
“Not happenin’,” I snap.
“You ain’t got a choice,” Mack said. “You don’t take her, he’ll find a way to get word to her. She don’t deserve to hear this from him, Maddox.”
I run my hands through my hair, growling and sighing. “I need time, give me a few weeks. Get word back to him, tell him I’ll bring her in a few weeks, that right now she ain’t safe. Might hold him off.”
“You’re a selfish cunt, Maddox,” Krypt barks.
I turn to him, shooting daggers in his direction. “What did you just fuckin’ say?”
“You heard me,” he says, getting up in my face. “You’re a selfish motherfucker. That girl cares about you, you care about her, and you’re lettin’ her fuckin’ get close to you when you know, you fuckin’ know it’s goin’ to break her.”
“Ain’t none of your business,” I hiss.
“If you cared about her at all, you’d fuckin’ stop until she knows. Not only are you goin’ to break her heart when she finds out about her sister, but you’re goin’ to crush her too, because she’ll have fallen for you. Walk the fuck away until this shit has been sorted, you selfish fuck.”
He’s right. He’s fuckin’ right. What the fuck am I doing? I’m letting her fall for me, which in turn is only going to break her heart further when she knows what I’ve done. I run my hands through my hair, and a feral hiss leaves my lips.
“Fuck,” I bark. “Motherfucker.”
“Ain’t sayin’ you can’t care about her, boss,” Krypt says, his voice like ice. “But you need to tell her before she falls for you.”
“I’ll fuckin’ lose her,” I snarl. “And she’s all I’ve got.”
Krypt shrugs. “You have to live with what you’ve done. Ain't no one goin’ to take that shit for you.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.