***Doll***

 

We made pasta together after we both had a shower. Alone I might add. His shower is obviously way too tiny for the both of us. The kitchen too but we managed to make it work. Then he put his phone in my hands again so I could check up on my friends, who I learned are still very much enjoying themselves without my presence. Xena asked if she needed to come by, but I told her I’m fine. I don’t want to put her in danger with having her around me.

Ramrod picked a movie on Netflix and we are watching it, yet I don’t even know the title, genre, or what actor is in it. All I’m seeing, feeling, enjoying, is the man I’m lying on top of. We started out sitting right next to each other, then he cursed and laid down, dragging me with him. So now I’m snuggled tight against him feeling safe and treasured.

 “You wanna watch another one or are you ready to turn in?” Ramrod’s voice rumbles through his chest and makes me stand up.

Stretching my arms above me, I glance down to see him still draped over the couch watching me closely. “Let’s get some sleep. We have to get up early, right?”

“Right.” He raises from the couch and kisses my nose. “I have an early meeting and Broke will be here along with,”

“Broke?” I ask, as fear runs through me, not expecting my own reaction with just the sound of a name.

“Easy there, sugar. Broke is my VP. Didn’t I mention that?”

I shake my head. “You didn’t.” I take a deep breath and calm myself, reminding myself that I’m safe here. “You just mentioned VP and never dropped his name, that’s all.”

“Do I need to remind you again that I won’t let anything happen to you? And my brothers will keep you safe when I’m not there. It’s just a trip to the fabric store tomorrow. You’ll be surrounded by other people, then come back here and be at the clubhouse where I’ll come look for you after I’m done at the gym. Yeah?” His eyes hold a firm promise.

“Okay,” I tell him and try to push down the fear that filled my veins earlier.

He gives me a nod and drags me in the direction of the bathroom. I make fast work to wash up and Ramrod does the same when I’m done. I make my way up the stairs to the bed as Ramrod checks the house to make sure everything is locked up. I barely notice that he slips into bed beside me before I drift off to sleep.

The first thing I hear when I wake up is Ramrod’s voice that rumbles, “Are you comfy?”

I notice that I’m using his body as an extra mattress underneath me. Shamelessly, I groan and stretch, rolling off him and turn around, remembering how good he felt against my body just now. “Not quite. What are your thoughts about spooning?”

There’s a slow smile spreading his face. “My cock resting against your ass? You really want my thoughts about that, or would you rather have me show you?”

Gotta remember how I use my words around this man. “Cuddle. I mean you holding me while I sleep some more.”

“Call it what you like, as long as it involves you and me naked.” His voice sounds raw.

My heartbeat picks up and before I know it, Ramrod wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me even closer against him. His lips feather kisses over my shoulder until he reaches my neck. I feel how he marks me in that spot by sucking on my skin, as if he’s drawing out flutters that start low in my belly.

His lips leave my neck and he cups my face and turns it gently toward his awaiting mouth before he covers mine. I’ve been kissed a lot of times in my life but never like this. I can literally taste the sweetness that he pours in it, making me feel like I’m floating solely on his adoration.

“Fuck spooning,” he growls and pushes me to my back.

Ramrod moves down my body and caresses my inner leg with his cheek, inhaling deeply while he hovers above my pussy. Our eyes meet and the passion that’s burning in his eyes is overwhelming. How can two people collide and drive full speed with their gaze set on the future? Because that’s what he’s radiating right now; a solid promise that he will secure and adore me for more than a lifetime.

“Are you ready for me, baby? Because I feel like I was born ready for this moment.” His voice cracks. “You’re mine. I will have the taste of your orgasm on my tongue when I guide my cock inside you and demand you squeeze the fuck out of it so I can brand you again with my cum.”

“Having sex every day...” I hum. “Watch it Muscleman, a girl could get used to that kind of treatment...set expectations, demand you follow them through.”

Ramrod covers my pussy with his mouth while he looks me straight in the eye and mutters his words that are pure heat and vibration against my clit. “I’ll up my fucking game, every fucking aspect, sugar. I’ll make sure this cunt, body, and mind won’t have any damn doubt to who they belong. You’ll only have eyes and hunger for me, exactly how it should be.”

I should say that he’s not supposed to talk with his mouth full, but the way he was talking against my pussy was as if he needed to add the extra sexual tension. Well, he did. Great job because how he’s sucking and flipping my clit, making me bite down on my lips, preventing myself from screaming out at the top of my lungs. So instead I whimper.

Everything stops, he’s crawling up my body with my next breath, eyeing me with his face still wet with my juices. “The whole fucking bonus that makes my cock harder is hearing you scream. So, if you want to muffle the sounds, I will turn around, go full 69 and shove my cock down your throat while I eat your pussy. Is that what you want?”

I can barely swallow at the dryness in my throat before I challenge him to do just that because I want to have his taste on my tongue. So instead I reach up and drag him down to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.

Ramrod growls and grabs both my thighs to hoist me up and pull me toward him so my legs are now half draped over his knees. I’m spread wide while I can feel the thick head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

The anticipation is too much. “Please, Ramrod. I need you,” I whimper.

“My ol’lady never has to beg me for anything. I’ll always be here when you need me, that’s my promise for life, Doll.” His voice is fierce.

My heart gets wrapped with fear because his vow is useless in this ‘tainted with hate’ world we live in. “That’s one promise that’s bound to fail. Life always finds a way to screw around with safety nets. No matter how fierce you stand behind your vow, it’s just a bunch of words that are useless…life will find a way to make solid ground quicksand, leaving you without any movement but to be pulled in further. It’s one huge mess of things that surround you…damn corrupt world filled with ugly people.” Tears are flowing freely by the time I stop rambling. “Sorry,” I add on a sob, “kinda ruining the moment here, huh?”

“I’m the one who’s sorry, baby. Sorry for what you went through. I know very well shit in life ain’t set in stone. What I meant to say…my vow…is that you’ll have me. I’ll always support you and have your back, no questions asked. I will always take your side, anything you need in life.” His voice is drenched with determination and honesty.

“Sweet man,” I whisper before my lips meet his to pour my emotion and gratitude into a kiss.

Ramrod groans into my mouth. Pulling back he mutters, “Very inappropriate that I still want to fuck you right now and yet I also want to listen to whatever you want to share about what happened before I found you on that dark road.”

“Sweet man,” I repeat my own words before I pull him down but this time instead of connecting our mouths, I bury his face against my neck, grounding myself by the weight he gives me.

I’m sure it’s not all of it, but I’m happy it’s some. The pressure of being caged in between him and the mattress beneath me is comforting.

“I guess we all fail. My sister and I vowed to always stay in touch when she moved to another state. Vowed to be there for each other, to protect each other…in the end nothing matters. You’re swallowed by darkness and confusion. Even if your path is set in a solid line ahead, there are sharp curves you don’t see coming, misjudge…hit a tree…My sister always had this thing for bad boys. You know, the guys that make your parents cringe. Well, it’s like she was waving her boyfriend’s badge in front of my parents with a smirk.” I snort. “Really, she sent a picture of his badge. But when I was taken and my mind started thinking…maybe she knew he was dirty. The discussions I overheard when I was lying on the floor.” I swallow, close my eyes and whisper the words out in a rush, “They were planning to murder a bunch of other people, Ramrod.”

His head comes up and his eyes are filled with dual emotions. Fury and concern. “Do you remember any details; names, places, anything?”

I nod. “Lo was talking to this other guy...shit, what did he call him? I can’t...ugh, anyway, they were talking about getting revenge. He wanted to hurt them, an eye for an eye. Lo even said he would take them out in a damn classroom full of kids if that’s what it would take. Oh God. That other guy’s nasal laughter was so bad, like nails on a chalkboard.” I shiver at the thought.

Mostly because he was kicking me around when he made that sound over and over.

“I already texted the name you gave me to Chopper and asked for him to do a full background check. He’s very good at what he does, so I’m sure he will have a file ready for me later this afternoon.” Ramrod tenderly touches his nose against mine. “I’d like those,”

Ramrod is cut off by knocking on the door. He sighs deeply. “I bet that’s Hadley already. That girl is so impatient she must have run off alone. I wonder if she’s indeed alone, or if Diamond or Broke are on our doorstep along with her.”

He gives me a quick kiss before he slides off the bed and grabs sweatpants to pull on and goes downstairs to open the door. I’m still glancing at the oversized gym clothes Ramrod gave me last night when he comes climbing back up the stairs.

“That wasn’t Hadley.” Ramrod chuckles as he places a large bag on the bed. “Roan, my VP’s ol’lady just dropped off some clothes the ol’ladies collected for you.”

He turns the bag upside down on the bed, making the clothes tumble out. My throat clogs up due to the kindness his people show me.

“Come on, sugar, have a look. See if there’s something you like. Roan made sure that I should mention that you can keep all of this if you want to and that there is some new underwear in there and a sports bra because…fuck. Cup size and shit.” He rubs a hand over his goatee.

I crawl over to him and throw my arms around his muscled body to hug him tight. I know I can’t keep repeating the words ‘thank you’ to him over and over again, so instead I decide to show to him how thankful I am, every moment I can.