Page 86 of Raze

“It was him, Raze,” she tells me again, opening her eyes and looking up at me with tears brimming them. “I used to go to him sometimes after, pretend I had a nightmare. I let him hold me and comfort me and all that time he’d–”

“Shhhh, don’t think about that. Come on, let’s get you back to the club. Let’s take ya home.”

“He was gonna take me to the Reapers and they were gonna–”

“Stop.” I cut her off because I can’t stand to hear it. “It didn’t happen, I’m here...”

“They were gonna–” She looks past me at the two dead Reapers on the floor and I can see that she’s starting to lose it. I can almost see her heart thumping outta her chest and the panic in her eyes as she relives it all.

“Pey, focus on me.” I stare into her wild scared eyes and wipe under them to clear her tears.

“I need you, Raze,” she tells me.

“I know, and you got me. I’m right here.” I assure her with a smile, because after how I treated her earlier I never thought I’d hear those words from her again.

“No. I mean… I need you.” She looks ashamed as she wraps her trembling hand around my wrist and drags it down her body so my hand rests over one of her tits. “I need you to make it all go away. Everything, what happened, what they were going to do…” Her voice turns into a sob.

I look around me at the four dead bodies, one of them being her brothers, and the irony that she’s laying on Cliff Adams’ fuckin’ bed ain’t lost on me.

“Please, Raze.” This time it’s her who takes my head in her hands and forces me to look at her. They tremble and her eyes are so full of desperation that it dampens all the rage inside me. “I need to feel like I’m yours again. I need you to make all the thoughts in my head go away,” she pleads with me, knowing that there ain’t a thing in this world that I wouldn’t do for her. I take her throat in my hand and draw her closer to my lips.

“You are fuckin’ mine,” I tell her, kissing her again, this time hard and firm so she feels the meaning behind my words. My cock is already hard when she places her hand over my jeans and rolls her palm over me, and I crawl over her body, laying her back against the pillow as I take it out for her.

“I own every fuckin’ part of you, Peyton,” I remind her, slowly lifting up her dress and pulling the panties off her hips. Just thinking about Sonny having his mouth on her makes me wanna bring him back to life so I can kill him again, and when I slide my hand between her legs and cup her pussy in my palm she gasps.

“This pussy will always be mine. Always.” Sliding one of my fingers inside it I hear the sigh she makes as she gets a little of that comfort she needs.

I kiss her neck as I slowly stroke inside her and when she reaches between us and starts palming my cock, all thoughts of where we are and what mess surrounds us becomes irrelevant. This is what my girl needs and now I need it just as much as she does.

“I killed a Reaper,” she confesses as I slip another finger into her tight, warm pussy. “He tried to hurt me like they were gonna, and I took his knife and stabbed him with it,” she manages between the heavy breaths she makes for me. I roll my tongue over her neck until I get to her ear

“Good girl.” I smile against her skin before I take her earlobe between my teeth.

“He said they’d come after me and he helped me leave town. I called my dad because I was scared.” She starts moving her hips to the rhythm of my fingers.

“He told me to come to you. He said it was my safest option.” She sounds as if she’s gonna cry again and when I pull back I see her eyes glistening and looking so pretty it actually hurts.

“But everything that happened after that was real. I love you, Raze, and I would never have intentionally done anything to put you or your club in danger.” She swallows thickly, her hand clinging to my arm like she’s scared I’m gonna run away.

“The past don’t matter now.” Taking my cock in my hand I line it up with her entrance, and lifting her thigh around me I slide inside her.

Her body stops shaking once I’m fully seated and when I look down at her she’s smiling. After all she’s been through, and the massacre that's around us she’s fuckin’ smiling. Maybe there’s a little bit of psycho in all of us.

“That feels good, Raze,” she whispers in that sweet, innocent voice that makes me weak.

I take my time, moving slowly inside her, and kissing her in all the places where they might have touched. Hearing the pleasure she takes from it soothes all my rage.

A dull groan comes from the floor and when I glance over my shoulder and see the guy who I thought I’d knocked dead start to stir, I reach for the nightstand and pick up the gun. Aiming it back in his direction, I pull the trigger, ending him for good, before I get back to kissing my girl and making all her bad thoughts go away.

She doesn’t flinch or scream, just nods at me as I place the gun down on the mattress beside her head and thrust into her a little harder. I bury my head into her shoulder when her soft fingertips slide through my hair as I keep moving inside her.

“This is us now, Raze, we’re supposed to be together and I want it to always be this way. No more secrets.” I lift my head and can’t believe how strong this girl is.

“No more secrets,” I promise, before I kiss her lips, gripping her hip with my fingers as I take her over the edge and make her come for me. She opens her mouth and holds her breath as the pleasure takes over and I do my best to keep her in that state of distraction for as long as I can, because in this moment it’s just us, we’re alone, and nothing about the past can hurt her.

“Where is everyone?” I ask when we get back to the club. There’s no one at the gate and very few bikes in the yard.

“Wrath led the boys to the new Reapers’ compound, we’re gonna end ‘em,” he assures me as he guides me through the gate that leads to the beach. He takes out his cell and types out a message before sliding it back into his jeans.

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