Chapter Six
MATT
MY MIND FELT LIKE IT was being shredded. I couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that my brother, my best fucking friend in the world, was gone.
Tanner had always had my back, no matter what. Even when I had completely lost it when Rory was taken from me three years ago, he had been right there, helping me fight the madness that invaded my mind and threatened to destroy me. Now, he was gone, and I had a new madness that was infecting not just my brain but my fucking soul.
Everything that happened earlier was on replay. Waking up to my brother crashing my bedroom door open and stealing the keys to my truck. Throwing my pillow at his back as he laughed and called me a pussy, which had made me chase after him. But then I’d heard Raven asking if he was leaving yet and not to forget Max’s favorite bath toy. I hadn’t wanted her to send me with Tanner, so I’d gone back to my room before she could see me.
I had known in my gut when the clubhouse shook from the force of the explosion outside that my brother was gone, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. I’d raced outside, fighting my way through the chaos to see Tanner’s burning body in the driver’s seat of my truck with Warden right beside him…
“Matt!”
My name came in a whisper, but I heard it even over the pounding of blood in my ears. I turned just as Rory threw herself against me, and instinct took over as I pulled her close and held on, needing to feel her warmth. My hand tightened into a fist at the back of her shirt, refusing to let her leave me.
Her beautiful face pressed against my chest, getting soot and fuck knew what else on her. I felt her tremble against me, heard the soft little gasps she breathed in. My mind was still in tatters, but my body was very much aware of who I was holding.
“Rory,” Bash’s deep voice called out, and I tightened my hold on her shirt. No way in hell was I going to let him take her from me. Not when she was the only person who could save me.
She lifted her head and glanced over at my cousin, the last blood relative I had left. “It’s fine, Bash. I’ve got this.”
“Someone will be outside this door. If you need anything, just call out.”
“I won’t, but thanks.”
I barely heard the door shut behind him as Rory looked up at me with those bright green eyes now clouded with tears. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay. I know you’re not. I just need to know if I can stay with you.”
I couldn’t get my throat to work. Of course she could stay. She should have already known the answer to that question. I wanted her with me, would have given anything to have had her with me every day of the last three fucking years.
My gaze latched on to her little pink tongue skimming over her bottom lip. “Can I stay with you…forever?”
Everything inside of me went completely still. Even my brain shut the fuck up and focused solely on her. “Forever?” My throat ached when I rasped out that single word.
“I left, and I’m never going back. I love you, and I’m tired of letting my father try to keep us apart. Can I stay with you forever?”
I moved so fast she let out a small whimper of surprise as I lifted her against the wall. The whimper turned into a little mewling sound as I stepped between her legs, pressing my lower body into her heat as I cupped her chin in one hand. “Forever?” I repeated in a voice that sounded hoarse to my own ears.
“Forever.”
My lips crashed down on hers, taking possession of her mouth as I thrust my tongue in and claimed her. Her fingers stabbed through my hair, raking over my scalp as she kissed me back. My fingers dug into her hips, reaching for the top of her leggings and jerking them and her panties down.
I lost all control, not even thinking about what I was doing as I stripped off her bottoms. Her whimpers and wild little mewls of pleasure only spurred me on when I cupped her bare pussy with the hand that didn’t have the remains of the cast on it. I thrust my middle finger deep inside her tightness, growling low in my throat when I felt just how wet she was for me.
Her fingers grasped a handful of my hair and pulled my head back roughly. “Yes,” she cried out when I thrust another finger into her, spreading them inside of her to get her ready for me. “Matt, please.”
I pressed my thumb down hard on her clit. “You want me?”
“Yes! Please. I want you so bad.” She sucked on my neck, her teeth sinking into it with just enough pressure to make me shake. “Please. I need your cock inside of me.”
Her hands were already working on my belt and the snap of my jeans. Seconds later, she was reaching inside my boxers and wrapping her soft fingers around my rock-hard cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips thrusting against her as she stroked me from base to tip.
Rory guided me to her dripping pussy, and without another thought, I pushed into her roughly. She let out a sharp gasp as her walls stretched around my thickness, her eyes rolling back as she clutched my shoulders. I couldn’t stop long enough to ask if she was okay, but the little whimpers that were coming from her and the way her walls were already contracting around my shaft told me she was right there with me.
Her head bounced against the wall, and I moved the hand that wasn’t in a cast to protect her as I fucked her harder.
“Matt,” she whimpered. “I’m close.”
“Fuck.” I released my hold on her ass, letting her legs drop to the floor and then turned her so that her chest was pressed to the wall. Clasping both of her sexy as fuck hips in my hands, I thrust into her from behind, hard.
She cried out as her pussy contracted around my cock. “Matt!”
Her thighs trembled as I pounded into her over and over again.
“Rory!” I bent over her back as my cock erupted inside of her, flooding her with my come…
As reality began to set in and I could breathe again, I realized what I had just done. I looked down at Rory’s naked ass in my hands and felt shame flood through me.
This was not how I wanted to it to be with this girl. She deserved better than being taken against a wall like one of the club sheep. Swallowing hard, I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the bed. After laying her down, I went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. As I came back into the bedroom, I saw the mess I had made earlier. There was a broken chair against the wall, and I was going to need a new TV. The wall I’d just fucked Rory against was cracked with smears of blood across it.
A glance down at my casted hand showed me the cast was destroyed, barely hanging on to my wrist, and my knuckles were cut open deep. Clenching my jaw, I pulled the rest of the damn thing off before going back to Rory and cleaning her up. Once I had wiped away all traces of my come, I stuffed my cock back into my boxers and zipped up my jeans.
She rolled onto her side and held out her hands to me. “Come hold me?”
There wasn’t a force in the world that could’ve stopped me from giving her what she wanted. I crawled into bed beside her. After grabbing the blanket from the end of the bed to cover us up, I pulled her head down onto my chest. She shivered and wrapped an arm around my waist.
The full force of the day’s events suddenly seemed to press down on me. Now that the rage had faded for the moment, all I could feel was the loss.
Tanner was dead. My big brother was gone.
The sight of him inside my truck, the flames making it impossible to even get close to it, haunted me, and my stomach churned at the memories.
Tears stung my eyes, and I clenched them closed as I hid my face in Rory’s hair. Like she always did, she seemed to know I was losing control of myself. Her arm tightened around me for a second before she shifted so she was lying with her head on my pillow, and she pulled my head down onto her chest.
She combed her fingers through my hair, telling me without words that it was okay to break down. No one was there to see but her. My arms went around her, holding on tight as I let go for the first time since I was a little kid.
Silent tears fell from my eyes, soaking through Rory’s shirt. She didn’t speak, didn’t make a single noise, knowing I needed the quiet more than words of comfort right then. This girl, she had always gotten me. Even from the first day we met, she instinctively had seemed to know exactly what I needed and when to give it to me. She’d become a part of my soul from the instant she’d flashed her sassy yet adorably shy smile at me.