Chapter Thirteen

 

Ella

I don’t remember a time when I have been more scared than I am right now. I know that there’s more to what happened last night than what Damien let on. There is something that he isn’t sharing, and right now that is fine. The closer it gets to my due date, the harder it is to hide how scared I am.

We are on lockdown for however long this takes which is probably the rest of my pregnancy and then some. I don’t know what all happens during a lockdown, but I’m pretty sure that I can figure it out.

It took me forever to fall asleep after I had talked to Damien last night. I kept going on and on in my head worrying about something happening to me. Could Demon really take me after I have the baby and do god- knows-what with me? I shudder just thinking about it.

This morning, I know that I have to go and search for Stacey. I already have a feeling that she isn’t too happy about being here. I don’t know why she always seems to give me a hard time when it comes to the MC club, but I hope that one day she will be able to tell me. So far, they have been nothing but good to me, so I won’t write them off.

I walk into the kitchen to grab my morning apple juice, and Stacey is in the kitchen with Torch who is sitting at the opposite end of the table glaring at her. Stacey is wearing a smug expression on her face.

“What’s going on, you two?” I ask in an annoyed tone. I really don’t want to deal with drama this morning.

“Your FRIEND here is a terrible person to share a bed with,” Torch says while he is still glaring at Stacey. I can’t help the amused expression that comes over my face. Oh, I know what kind of person Stacey is to share a bed with. I, for one, am glad that I don’t have to share with her while we stay here.

“Oh, I know this. I had the unfortunate luck of sharing with her once upon a time,” I tell him as I grab my juice from the fridge and sit down at the table with them.

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad of a person to sleep with,” Stacey grumbles losing the smile on her face.

I nod my head eagerly. “You sure are. You gave me bruises when I slept with you!” I raise my voice with a smile on my face.

“I did not!” Stacey says narrowing her eyes at me.

“I fully believe that you did,” Torch grumbles as he rubs his side.

I can’t help but chuckle at the exaggeratedly painful look on his face. No way could Stacey hurt a big man like him.

“Believe who did what?” Damien comes in and asks. He looks at me with a soft expression, and grabs himself some coffee.

“Stacey is a terrible person to sleep with. When I had to share a bed with her a long time ago, she left bruises on me from all the kicking, and from eventually pushing me off the bed,” I tell him honestly even though I can already feel the glare that Stacey is sending me.

“I did not kick you!” she says loudly like it’s crazy to even think she was capable of such a thing.

“You did too! How else would I have fallen off the bed?” I ask her with a smirk on my face. Damien comes to sit beside me, and automatically puts a hand on the back of my chair.

“Well, you could have fallen off all on your own without any help from me,” she tells me.

“I don’t think so, tiny. For such a small woman, you sure can pack a punch. Well, while you are sleeping that is,” Torch says with his own smirk.

“Hey! I am a tough bitch!” Stacey says in offense.

“Okay, darling, you are the toughest bitch there is,” Torch says humouring her. I look at Damien, and I can see that he is fighting back laughter. I can’t help but laugh after looking at Stacey.

“It’s not funny! I could kick your ass if I wanted to!” she says to Torch with the most serious face I have ever seen her wear.

“Okay, I said I believe you. Toughest bitch there is,” Torch says, and I can tell that he is being insincere.

Stacey starts grumbling to herself when we all let out our laughter.  “You guys are assholes. I can’t believe I have to sit around and listen to you guys deny how tough I am. I will show them a tough bitch.” If anything, that makes us laugh harder.

My dad and Bear come walking in while we are laughing. “What’s so funny?” my dad asks with amusement in his face.

“Stacey is a tough bitch,” I tell him with the most serious face I can manage, but I feel my lips twitch, and it’s not long before my dad and Bear follow in with laughter. I don’t know if it’s because of what I said about Stacey, or that I swore since I don’t tend to do that much. My dad grabs his own cup of coffee and sits on the other side of me, kissing me on the head in the process.

“Alright, where is Princess? It’s time to feed her,” Cook says loudly as he comes into the kitchen.

I can’t help but snort and shake my head. “You make me sound like a dog on a feeding schedule.”

When I look at Cook, he just winks at me and starts grabbing pans without knowing what I am craving today.

“So, Princess, what’s on the menu today?” he asks me as he turns around with his own coffee, raising an eyebrow at me. I also don’t miss everyone get quiet and look at me. I know I get pretty emotional when it comes to my food, but this is just ridiculous. I just roll my eyes at everyone, and turn so that I am facing Cook while I think hard about what I want to eat.

“Well, I think I want bacon today with hash browns, scrambled eggs, and toast. No crazy cravings today, just a normal breakfast,” I tell him with a wink. Sometimes they don’t believe that I can eat things normally and not add any crazy extras.

“Alright, one NORMAL breakfast coming up Princess,” Cook says as he winks at me while everyone else snickers. I can’t help but shake my head at them.

Cook makes breakfast for everyone with the help of some of the old ladies. Since there are a lot of people in the clubhouse today, I know he wouldn’t want to make it all himself. I offer to help, but everyone tells me to sit down. Sometimes I think that they don’t think I can do anything since I’m pregnant but sit around and grow that baby. I know I can sit around and just grow the baby, but I’m more capable of doing other things. Shaking that thought from my head, I finish my breakfast, and then Stacey comes to Damien’s room with me while the guys have church. I suspect that they will be doing that a lot more now.

Stacey tells me how she kept kicking Torch in her sleep to the point that he had to put her back to his front, and wrap an arm around her and a leg over both of hers so that she couldn’t kick him anymore. He had also refused to sleep in anything but boxers, and told her that she should be lucky that he isn’t sleeping naked. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. I know that she likes him, or at the very least wants him, but she won’t admit that right now, if ever.

She had brought all of her nail stuff so that she could do my nails and listen to music. Usually we can sit around and not talk to each other, and it becomes a comfortable silence. I end up reading on my kindle while she does my nails listening to music.

After a while, I get lost in my book about two best friends falling in love when Damien comes in the room. I don’t notice Stacey leave or Damien coming to sit on the bed beside me. When I don’t answer him, he takes my reader out of my hands, and puts it out of my reach.

“Hey! What did you do that for?” I ask him in annoyance.

“Baby, I have been trying to talk to you, and you were ignoring me for a book,” he tells me seriously.

I look at him in disbelief. “It’s not ‘just a book’! These two best friends realized that they loved each other, and are now giving each other mixed signals! It was just getting to the good part!”

“What’s the good part?” he asks me with a knowing smile.

I can’t help but blush and look away. “You don’t want to hear that. Were you at church this whole time?” I ask him desperately changing the subject.

Of course, he doesn’t fall for it. “Yes, I was at church this whole time. We are figuring out what we are going to do and ways to keep you safe, okay baby?” When I nod my head, he smiles at me.

“So, about this book… what’s the good part about?” he asks teasingly. I turn away from him burying my face in the pillow. He doesn’t let me get away that easily. The next thing I know, I am being turned over onto my back with Damien lying beside me gripping my chin so that I have no choice but to look at him. I can see the knowing smirk on his face and the mischievous look in his eyes. He knows what the good part was but, for whatever reason, he wants me to say it.

“You can tell me, baby. I think I know what it is you like reading by the blush on your face which is sexy as fuck. I want to hear you say it though,” Damien whispers softly to me. His voice is so low and seductive that I may let out a small whimper when he leans down and runs his nose along my ear and my neck.

I know I start breathing heavier. Am I ready for this? How much am I ready for? I know how much my body craves Damien’s. I try to avoid it as much as I can so that I’m not tempted to do anything that I can’t take back. Not that I would want to take it back, but I’m just not sure I am ready for this to turn into more.

“It was at the first sex scene of the book when they finally give into temptation and see where it goes between them.” I barely recognize my voice anymore, and when I look into Damien’s eyes, I see nothing but lust, desire, and something else I’m not ready to feel yet. I can tell he is fighting hard to kiss me. The way his nostrils start flaring, the heavy breaths he starts to take, the hard swallow in his throat, and his eyes also seem darker then they normally are. If I was standing up, I probably would have gone weak in the knees with just the look in his eyes right now.

This is the moment that I realize that I am completely his. I belong to him, and he had just been waiting for me to see it too.

My throat feels dry, and I fight hard to say the words that are on the tip of my tongue.

“Say it,” Damien whispers so low that I almost don’t hear it. “Tell me what you want, Ella, and I will give it to you.”

“Damien…” I say on a whisper. My voice is low like I’m telling him a big secret, and don’t want anyone else to hear.

“Ella,” he says leaning closer to me, our lips are a touch away. If I move my head slightly then they would touch. Do I want that? Yes of course I do. I have wanted to feel his lips against mine for a long time. Is it all going to be a moment of build up and then both of us are led to disappointment when we don’t feel anything, or worse, and only one of us feels something and the other feels absolutely nothing.

I tell myself to just get it over with so that I will have my answers and know what it will be like to feel his lips against mine.

“Kiss me, Damien,” I say softly, bringing my hand up to his face, and running it along his jaw and up his cheek so that I can pull his head towards mine. I don’t have to worry though because he doesn’t waste a second. Once the words are out of my mouth, he kisses me.

A shock goes through me as soon as our lips touch. The kiss is soft and gentle. Not something I ever thought would come from a guy like him who is rough around the edges. We take our time exploring the feel of each other’s lips. Then his tongue comes out to lick the seam of my lips. I can’t help but gasp, and Damien takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. It’s a welcome invasion. I don’t know how long we kiss. We explore each other’s mouths without ever taking it farther than a kiss. That makes me smile inside because he knows that I’m not ready for more than a kiss.

When we break away, we are both breathing heavily with lust filled expressions on our faces. Kissing never felt like that to me with Jeff, and he was the only man I have ever kissed. I didn’t know that so much passion and heat could come from just a kiss. Damien leans his forehead against mine looking into my eyes, searching. I smile at him and nod. I can feel his body relax. We decide to watch movies in his room since there isn’t much for us to do around the club.

I fall asleep watching the movie before it is over, but not before telling Damien that I wanted pizza for supper. I hear his chuckle before my eyes drift, and for the first time in a long time, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

 

Damien

I spend the next couple hours laying there, not bothering to watch the movie playing before me. I have Ella in my arms right where she belongs.

Fuck, that kiss earlier nearly did me in. I fought so hard to make sure that I didn’t take it further. I knew she wasn’t ready for more than a kiss. I wasn’t even sure if a kiss was pushing it too far. I don’t think that a kiss has ever made me so hard in my life. Her lips were soft like I imagined they would be. Right before I kissed her and she made that whimpering noise, I almost said fuck it and took her right then.

I sure as fuck don’t know how long we kissed for, but no one I had kissed before felt anything like that. Fuck, I don’t even remember the last time I kissed anyone. I never touch a club whore with my mouth. Kisses seem more intimate to me. You should only kiss someone you care about, and not waste it on club whores. Especially with the amount of cocks they suck. Fuck that. I never let those bitches near my mouth.

Before, I was teasing Ella because she turned beet red when I asked about the book she was reading. I knew what it was about, but something in me wanted to hear her say it. Fuck me, when she did, I nearly burst out of my jeans. I became instantly hard. Then I looked into her eyes. I knew that she wanted me to kiss her, and I had been fighting myself to keep from kissing her.

Fuck, I’m already a goner for her, and all I did was kiss her. She has me wrapped around her fucking finger, and she doesn’t even know it. I don’t think she realizes how much power she has over me, or knows that I would do anything for her.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her when she whispered “pizza” before she fell asleep. I sent a message to a couple brothers to get her pizza since the only ones allowed outside are brothers, and two at time. You must go with someone to have your back if you need to leave the clubhouse. This woman loves her food, and I sure as fuck don’t want her crying when she wakes up and is hungry. I don’t think she has eaten lunch. When I came out of church, Lily said Ella and Stacey had been in my room all morning and afternoon and never came out, so I don’t think that she had anything to eat.

Call me a sucker, but I don’t want to risk anything to ruin the moment we had during that kiss. Hormones or not, I certainly don’t want her crying over pizza.

She’s still asleep in my arms when there is a knock at the door. I have to pry her hands off of me so that I can get off the bed to answer the door. When I open it, Steal and Torch are standing there with pizza, apple juice, and beer for me. They both are smirking at me as if to say, “good luck,” since everyone knows how crazy Ella is when she’s hungry. I just shake my head at them and shut the door. I don’t really want to wake her, but I know that she’s got to be hungry. Will she be mad if I wake her up to eat? Is there a wrong answer to that question?

Before I can sit on the bed, Ella starts to stir. I breathe in a sigh of relief that I don’t have to wake her up. The first thing she does before opening her eyes is sniff a couple times before taking a deep breath. I watch her in amusement as I place the pizza beside her on the bed. When she opens her eyes, she will see it right in front of her.

“Please tell me that there’s pizza, and I’m not dreaming about pizza,” she mumbles with a small smile on her face.

“There is pizza and, if you open your eyes, you will see for yourself.” She opens her eyes with a huge smile on her face. You’d think that I just bought her jewellery.

“Yes! You got two different kinds,” she whispers like they are going to disappear before her eyes. Once she sits up, I place the pizzas on the bed in front of us, and hand her an apple juice while I grab myself a beer. Before I sit down, I turn on a movie, and we both dive in without saying anything.

I love that she doesn’t have to fill every silence with meaningless chit chat. We can sit here in a comfortable silence for a long time before one of us starts a conversation. Don’t worry, we also have our nights where we talk all night long. Tonight just seems like a night that we are going to relax and try to forget why we are on lockdown.