Page 55 of Serendipity

He slipped my flip flops off my feet, because I could no longer bend down to put on my Converses.

I moaned as his fingers pressed into the sore arches of my feet, and I wondered if you could orgasm from a foot massage.

The door of Judas’ office slammed open, making me jump. Goliath walked in, his eyes sliding from Judas' empty desk to him kneeling at my feet. They flickered with something like panic between us both, before he stormed back out again, closing the door with violent gentleness.

I sighed and stared sadly at the door.

Judas squeezed my knee. “He’ll come around. Some things cannot be healed in a day or week or even a decade. But he will heal. And he does like you.”

I made a rude sound. Goliath might want to fuck me, but he hated my guts. I was all about angry sex, but it was hard to have hate sex when you looked like a beach whale and cried all the fucking time.

Judas continued to rub my feet with single minded focus. I reached down and ran my fingers down his face, and he turned his face into my palm. My fingers snagged on the thin elastic of his eyepatch, and I ran my finger underneath it. He stilled, but I felt him force himself to relax. I wanted to know what was under the eyepatch. Wanted to see all of the man who was so willing to make me feel good, but kept himself so guarded behind a nearly impenetrable wall. I’d seen him once without the eyepatch, the inky darkness making it look like it was just an empty socket of darkness.

“Can I look?” I asked softly. I didn’t want to pressure him, and if he said no, that would be the end of it. He looked up at me with the remaining piercing blue eye that seemed to see everything, before nodding. I sat forward, not as easy as it sounded, and pulled him up onto the couch beside me. He came willingingly, no hesitance in him, and that did something funny to my chest.

I traced my fingers under the elastic of his eyepatch, not moving it, just pressing my fingers to the slight indents on his skin. I leaned forward, took his soft, full lips with mine, gently nibbling at his lips, assuring him that this meant something to me. That he meant something to me. I continued to kiss him, closing my eyes as I removed the eyepatch completely, slipping it over the dark strands of his hair, and pulling it back to my lap.

I moved away from his lips and opened my eyes.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t just a normal closed eye, essentially. There was a bit of scar tissue, sort of ragged edges that had healed roughly. When I pressed my finger to the closed lid, something hard was still beneath the surface and I frowned.

“What happened?” I asked softly, running my fingers across his cheekbones and up to the ragged corner of his outer eye.

“Lucifer took it when he made us the Horsemen as payment. Tore my eyeball right out of my head and then made us immortal. Which was fairly lucky, I guess. No risk of infection or the like. But it meant I couldn’t get a prosthetic because my eye began to heal itself immediately.” He pressed his own fingers to eyelid. “About a year later, after a lot of research and threatening a whole bunch of ocular surgeons until I knew everything I could, I got them to put a prosthetic about the size of a ping pong ball, then sewed it shut because the bastard just kept trying to heal over anyway. And here we are.” He waved at his face.

“Well, quite frankly I appreciate the whole villain thing. I think it's sexy as hell.”

He let out a low chuckle that went straight to my core. Damn, he was hot. “I think you are pretty fucking beautiful too, Serendipity.” He leaned forward and kissed me again.

I leaned forward and bit the rough stubble of his chin. “You’re a fucking liar. I look like a bloated cow. But I appreciate the compliment.”

He grabbed my chin and held it tightly, tipping my face up so his lips were only an inch from mine. “Don’t be coy, Dippy. You couldn’t be more beautiful than you are right now. The only reason I’m not bending you over this couch is…” He snapped his jaw shut on his words.

Yeah. I wasn’t letting that shit go. “Is what, Judas?”

“Is Goliath.” He sighed and scrubbed his hand through his hair. “He needs me to be… impartial,”

he winced at the word, “just for a little while longer. He’ll come around, Dippy. We just have to give him time. Me and Goliath, we have a long history and I’ve loved him longer than I’ve loved any other person and I just have to wait.”

I nodded sadly, because I’d already known the answer. Judas and I would have this weird distance between us until then, like we were friends who got naked and gave each other orgasms. But I was going to win Goliath over eventually. If I didn't run out of time.

I made out with Judas on the couch like we were horny teenagers for a little while longer.

Someone else knocked at the door, and Judas pulled away, standing and trying to adjust his hard dick. He threw his hands up in the air and went to sit behind his desk, sending me mock-disgruntled looks as I grinned like a cheshire cat.

“What?” he barked at whoever was on the other side of that door.

Shots put his head around the door frame. “You better get out front, Pres. There’s someone at the front door.”

24

SOLOMON

Goose, or Bear or whatever other stupid name he’d chosen, came over to where I sat at the bar chatting to Shots.

“Sol, there's someone here trying to get in. Won’t tell me his name. Got two kids with him.”

What the actual fuck? Who brought kids to an Outlaw MC Clubhouse? Even members usually didn’t bring their kids unless it was a family event or an emergency.

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