Page 52 of Smoke

“Fuck, fuck,” I gasp out at last, finding my voice. “Fuck… that feels… oh… argh!” An orgasm like no other hits me hard. So hard that I seem to be devoid of my body’s reactions. My legs tremble uncontrollably, my vision hazy and my heartbeat racing like I’ve run a marathon.

When I regain focus, I find Smoke watching me while sucking my cum off his fingers. The smile on his face is captivating.

“Sweet, so fucking sweet.” He falls forward, once again caging me in with his arms, still careful not to make contact with my arm. So caring, so aware of my needs. He kisses me, his hot tongue pushing firmly into my mouth so I taste myself, too. “See how good you taste?” His sexy, playful expression, one that has honestly taken me by surprise, suddenly drops from his face. His eyebrows furrow, jaw ridged, eyes dark and intense. I ready myself, expecting him to pull away from me. To get up and leave like he did before. But he doesn’t. He just stays there, eyeing me, lost in thought. I wait.What else can I do? The silence between us only punctuated by the sound of our breathing.

“You’re mine,” he demands. “No other fucker is ever going to touch you, you understand?”

I should tell him to fuck right off, that no man has the right to demand anything from me. That only I decide what I do or don’t do, because that’s how I have lived my life. Until now.

Now, I want this. I want Smoke to be the person I share myself with completely, for him to protect me, to be his only one. So, I lay my hand to his cheek, smoothing the scruff of his beard and nodding my head like a crazy woman.

“I need to hear the words, baby. I need to know that you’re all in, because there will be no going back.” He palms my cheek. “You know enough about the Young Outlaws to know exactly what you’ll be getting into. Do you want this?”

“I never understood why Oriana had fallen so quickly, so deeply for an outlaw, but the last few days here, living with them, I understand.” When I try to push myself nearer to him, his arm slides behind my back to aid me. I brush my lips across the surface of his. “I want that, and one hundred percent, unequivocally, I want you.”

He brings me into his lap, his hand holding the back of my head, and kisses me fiercely, sealing the deal. We move together, one-handedly pulling off my dress. Smoke shook off his cut, then tugs his t-shirt over his head. I watch as his hands work on the waistband of hisjeans, but when his phone begins to ring, he comes to a sudden stop.

“Shit,” he airs his annoyance. “I’m sorry baby, I gotta take this.”

Disappointed is not a strong enough word for what I’m feeling in this instance, but I understand and accept his loyalty, and responsibility to the club.

“It’s okay, take it,” I encourage.

Hitting the answer button, he brings the handset to his ear.

“Yeah.” He focuses on me while he takes the call. “Okay, I’m on my way. Keep him out of the clubhouse until I get there.” He reaches for his t-shirt that he’d only just dropped to the floor. “And Stone, Church; one hour. Make sure every Young Outlaw is there, and I mean every fucking one.”

Feet slightly apart, he stands with his hands on his hips, t-shirt hanging down his side. He sucks in a deep lungful of air before letting his head drop forward. You can see the tension on his shoulders from here. I scuttle to the edge of the bed, uncaring that I’m naked.

“Smoke?” As he brings his head up his eyes meet mine.

“I gotta go, club business,” he sighs, pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I’m not running, I promise you that, however, it’s important, something that can’t wait.”

“Wolf?” I offer. He looks surprised, but despite his attempts to keep me in the dark to spare my feelings, knowing that I hold myself partially accountable for this devastating mess, I know Cub is dead. That Wolf, his father, was unaware as he wasn’t on club ground whenthe explosion went off. I’d overheard Stone and Oriana whispering earlier despite their best attempts to keep it from me. “Go, do what you need to do. I’ll be fine.” The narrowing of his eyes tells me he’s not sure that I’m being truthful. “Go, asshole,” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood between us. I can tell that he’s hurting over Cub’s horrific and unnecessary death, not just for himself, but for the crushing pain this will cause Wolf. Nothing I can say at this moment can make that situation better; still, the last thing I want is to add to his worries.

I push onto my feet, pick up his cut from where he’d draped it over the end of the bed and hand it to him. “I’ll be here when you’re ready, however long it takes. I promise you.”

Threading his hands into my hair, he brings me to him. One last mouth-blistering kiss and he steps away. His eyes don’t leave me until he’s stepped out of the room, and the door closes behind him.

Epilogue

Smoke

The last few hours have been both euphoric and heartbreaking. Leaving Tenley was hard. All I wanted to do was immerse myself in her and show her exactly what she does to me.

As I was leaving the cabin, Doc arrived to check her over. I’m expecting a full report, hoping there are no hidden injuries or complications.

As the president of the club, it was only fitting I was the one to break the news of his son’s death to Wolf.

For forty minutes I’ve stood beside the bed where Cub lies. I’ve hugged my brother tightly in my arms, comforted him and listened to his words full of pain and memories. I watched as his already splintered heart from the loss of his sweet wife fracture even further from the loss of his son. I felt every crack, every fissure. It’s gut wrenching. I try to hold my emotions in check, like I’ve done for many passing years, but I giveinto them. I cry with Wolf, for Wolf and the loss of his wife and son. Then I cry some more, yet this time for my own loss. It’s kind of cathartic. I now feel like I can still hold on to all the important parts of my past, yet releasing the restraints that were holding me back from the future.

“I’m sorry,” I tell Wolf when I see that time is ticking. “I need to go. I called Church.”

“Right.” Wolf runs the palm of his hand down his face to wipe any stray tears away. He moves to make for the door.

“Wolf, I don’t expect you to be there. Take some time out. Grieve for your son. Let us handle this.”

“Like fuck,” he growls at me, swinging the door open and nearly taking it off its hinges. “I have the rest of my life to feel the pain of his loss, but what I need right now is revenge. I want those fuckers to pay for what they have done,” he snarls. “I’m hoping that’s what my brothers want too, if not, I’ll do it on my own.”

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