Chapter Thirteen

Storm

 

 

 

 

I pick her up and takes her over to the couch.

Taking her phone, I put it on speaker. "I'm gonna guess this is bad form the way your sister just reacted. Now you might not like me, but I'm here, and I'll protect her with everything that I have."

"Fine. She tell you about everything?" I look over at Becca, and she nods at his question.

“Yea she did. I just found out about the flowers and notes too.”

“What do you mean?” Concern rises in his tone.

"She's been getting flowers on her car every day, and she thought it was me. Today there was a note. I'm not sure what it said though, we didn't get that far." Becca points to her purse, and I head over to it. When I find the note, I read it to her brother, and I can hear shit crashing around on his end. "Want to tell me what you know?"

"Anthony Ricci isn't in prison anymore. We don't know how long he's been gone either. Apparently, he at some point was switched out with someone who looks almost identical to him, down to the facial hair. The guards had no idea till he went to the infirmary today. The blood type didn't match his records. They are going to come for her."

I don’t say this to him, but they already have, they’re here.

"Okay, I'm going to get her to my place because it's safer than hers. Give us a call back if you hear anything else."

"Yea, keep an eye on her for me." I can hear the fear in his voice, and he has every right to be scared. These people are not people you want to fuck around with.

"Let's go; we need to get you to the club. I need you to pack a bag." She's still sitting on the couch, and she looks like she's almost in a trance. "Angel?" I kneel down in front of her and take her face in my hands. "Babe, I need you to pay attention to me right now. I'm going to keep you safe, but I need you to pack a bag okay?"

She nods her head and gets up.

Fuck.

I pick up my phone and call Tracker. “Send some brothers over here. I’m gonna give you the address. I need someone to bring a truck and drive my bike home too.”

“Shit get bad?”

"Shit is fucking terrible. I'll fill you in when we get there." I hang up the phone and head into Becca's room. She has a suitcase half full, but she's just sitting on her bed. I pull her up to me and against my chest. "I know this is hard, and I know it brings up all the things you've pushed down. I need you to look at me, we need to talk about some stuff on the way to the club, and I need you coherent. You understand me?"

"Yea, I'm just—" her sentence falls away, and I pull her close to me.

"I know. I have you though; I won't let anyone hurt you." My phone buzzes, and it's Tracker. "Yea?"

“We will be there in a few minutes.”

“Let’s get your bag and get out of here okay?” she nods. “You need to text Sara tell her to stay with friends till we figure this out.”

Her eyes widen. “You think she’s in trouble?”

"Not yet, but she shouldn't be here." I grab her bag and her hand leading her downstairs. Scanning the sidewalk, I see my brothers standing out front near my bike.

Tracker hands me the truck keys, and I give him the keys to my bike. I take Becca's hand and lead her to the truck. Once I'm in, I look over at her. "I need you to pay attention to me, babe." She looks at me, and she isn't all there, but it's better than before. "I'm taking you to the club, for them to protect you I need to claim you. Any idea what that means?" She shakes her head no. "It means that you're mine. I'll protect you with my life, and so will the club. This ties you to me though, and I need to make sure that you realize that before I do. Is this something you want?"

She nods her head. "It is." She scoots closer on the bench and lays her head on my chest. I don't say anything else to her. I know she's trying to process it all and honestly, none of it makes sense to me.

Once we get to the club, I hand her stuff to Joe one of our prospects and tell him to take her to my room. Everyone is waiting for me in church so I can update them with where we are. Walking in I'm the last one to arrive.

"Okay, so I was at Becca's house when her brother called her," I tell them what I know about Anthony and his escape, which really isn't much. Then I go into the flowers and the note.

"So you brought this girl here and expected us to protect her when you didn't even claim her?" Colt interrupts.

"That was my next point. I'm claiming her, form this day she's mine, which makes her ours." A small round of applause sounds.

Pres stands up, "so something else happened. Lorenzo Ricci asked for a meeting. He's coming here tomorrow. He looks over at me; you need to have her gone before one, got me?" I nod. "He called to say it hasn't been them hitting our shipments and wants to meet so we can mend fences. I don't buy that shit, so I want all hands on deck." Everyone nods. "That's it for tonight everyone be here early tomorrow I don't want any surprises."

I head straight to my room and find Becca unpacking her things into the free space in my dresser. "I hope this is okay."

"What's mine is yours, make yourself at home." I walk over to her and turn her toward me. "You know things will be okay, right?" She doesn't respond. I lift her up so she's sitting on the dresser and at eye level with me. "I claimed you tonight, Angel. That means that you have me in every sense of the word. I'm yours, and you're mine. I will do anything I can for you. All you have to do is ask." Her teeth nibble at her bottom lip, and I know she's holding something back. "Tell me, what's on your mind."

Her hands stroke the back of my neck. "Before everything falls apart before things get bad and we might lose each other, I want you to make love to me. I want you to be my first."

Hearing those words from her stop me in my tracks. “I don’t want to do that tonight if the only reason is that you’re scared something might happen.”

"That's one of the reasons, but it's not the only one. There is something between us that drives me to you and makes me never want to be away from you." She takes a deep breath, "you said I'm yours now. I want you to make me yours in every way."

I brush one of her stray hairs behind her ear, wrap my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her. Her hands find their way into my hair like they always seemed to do. I move down to her neck and start to kiss her all over, making lines from ear to ear and then going down her neck and across her collarbone. Though, if she keeps making those little sounds, I really wasn't sure how long I would last.

I pull back and look at her. I need to make sure she is really ready and not just doing this because she thinks I expect it. Although at this point, if she changes her mind, no amount of cold showers will help me.

I pull away and look in her gorgeous hazel eyes. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to rush you. I’d wait if you wanted me to.” She looks at me with a smile on her face.

“Storm, I think a part of me has wanted this since I woke up with you in my room. I trust you, and I know you’ll never hurt me. I want this, Storm. I. Want. You.”

That’s all I need to hear. I grab her and kiss her with everything I’ve been holding back. She lets out a moan. I pull back to look at her. I pull off the tank top she’s wearing, and she stands up to pull off her jeans. All that is left is a pair of red lace boy shorts.

I’ve had my fair share of sex, but tonight is the first time I am ever going to make love to someone; the first time it is actually going to matter. I lead her over to the bed and lay her down. She is fucking perfect. I start to take off my shirt, but she grabs my hand to stop me.

"Let me do it." She takes my shirt off, then goes to work on my belt. She eases my pants down and then my boxers. The look on her face is priceless. I grab her and start kissing her again; then I ease her down on the bed.

I lie next to her and begin to run my hands all over her body. Her hands are stroking my back up and down, her nails sending chills throughout my entire body. I move my mouth lower and begin to kiss her breasts. They are just as perfect as the rest of her. When I move to her nipple and close my mouth around her, she shrieks, which only encourages me more so I move to the other one and do the same thing. She is squirming beneath me, and I know what she wants, but I'm not ready to give that to her yet. I slide my hands down her body, over her breasts, down her stomach and ease her panties down.

I glance up at her and smile. She blushes, knowing exactly what I am thinking. I am so turned on; it feels like my dick is about to explode. I lean down and place kisses on her inner thighs, then move my hands over her, slowly starting to stroke. She lifts her hips up to meet me.

“Oh my god…” She moans so loud.

“Jesus, Becca…you’re so wet, baby.”

She is so ready, but I want to do this first. I continue to kiss her while my finger finds its way inside. She is so damn tight that I know I am going to hurt her when the time comes. I start with one finger, then insert another one, trying to open her up, so it isn't as bad for her. I lower my head and begin to kiss her beautiful pussy.

The minute my tongue touches her she lets out a yell. "Storm!" Her moans are getting louder and I know she's close. Her back arches and she lets out a cry when the orgasm hits her. I look up at her, and she seems so happy and content, and I love it.

I move up to her. “Are you ready, Angel?” She looks at me and nods her head. “Okay, I’m going to go get a condom.”

"No! Wait, Storm!" Oh God, she is going to tell me she isn't ready. I can wait for her if she needs me to, but I am definitely going to need to go to the bathroom and take care of myself. Then she looks up at me and says the last thing I expected. “I’m on birth control. Do you think we could just do it like this? I want to feel you.”

This woman was going to be the death of me. The hopeful smile on her face is all I need. “If that’s what you want, Angel.” 

I’ve never had sex without a condom on. This is going to make it even harder to not come within a minute. I kiss her and move on top of her, deepening the kiss because I need her to know and feel how much she means to me. I position myself at her opening.