Page 33 of Has-Been
“We could stay a little longer though, right? I mean, what about you? You’re still uh…” I pointed at the bulge in the front of his jeans. That thing was big, I already knew that from the porn videos, but it looked uncomfortable trapped in his clothes like that.
Has-Been grinned, reaching down to adjust his jeans with a groan.
“I can cope with it. Tonight was about you, babe. I’ll let you play with my cock next time, okay?”
I giggled as a shiver of excitement rippled down my spine.
“Play with it? You’re going to make me touch it?”
He laughed as he pulled me up against his firm body, and that trapped cock of his.
“Babe, I’m not going to make you do anything, but you’ll want to when you see it. It’s quite handsome, even if I do say so myself.”
I almost said ‘I know’, but caught it just in time. I couldn’t tell him I’d seen the videos. He’d think I was some kind of porn creep or something. I’d be too embarrassed to tell him at all.
At some point though, there was going to be a very awkward conversation, because if he was going to be mine, I didn’t want his body and his sexual acts where others could see them. He’d be for my eyes only, wouldn’t he? Unless he wasn’t the type to stick with just one woman. What if he’d get bored of me once we worked our way through my first experiences, or what if my lack of experience made it dull for him, and he moved on even sooner than that?
“Hey, look at me, Elise.” Has lifted my chin, and frowned as he watched me.
“What’s got your head in a mess right now? You did enjoy that, right? You did want it? If I pushed you too far, you have to tell me. You have to always tell me. Say stop and I’ll stop. I’ll never ignore you if you want me to stop, babe. I’m not that guy. Promise me you’ll never let me do something you’re not comfortable with. You have to speak up and know that I won’t judge you for doing it. I’ll always fucking listen though.”
Now he thought I was doubting him, or regretting what we did. I shook my head, covering his hand with mine as it held my chin.
“I’m sorry. I was just dreading going back because then we have to pretend again. I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
It didn’t stop us having to though, did it?
Twenty-One
Herinstinctswerebetterthan mine, because I should have listened and we should have stayed the hell back where we were. I say this, because when we were about two miles from the clubhouse, and on an isolated road between estates, we had to stop.
It was that or crash into the three bikes belonging to my biker brothers, because they were barring the road.
The second I realised one of them was Stitch, I knew I was about to pay for taking her. For risking being with her. For being so fucking weak that I couldn’t take another night away from her.
I helped her off the bike and guided her behind me, while she struggled with her helmet.
“Bit too late to be a fucking gentleman now, Has.” Stitch looked angrier than I’d ever seen him. The fury on his face as he glared at me, his steps in my direction deliberate and deadly, gave me a hint as to just how fucking dead I was.
“Babe, stay back. In fact, get back over there.” I pointed to the side of the road. It was about to get violent and I didn’t want her caught in the crossfire.
“You don’t tell her what to fucking do. That’s my SISTER!” Stitch threw the first punch and then we were scrapping in the middle of the fucking road. Honestly, we were probably pretty evenly matched in a normal situation, except that he had more anger on his side, and the guilt on mine? That was keeping me from defending myself as much as I should have.
I took a good few punches, and I didn’t hit back. Well, only once, at first, before I reminded myself that I was the bad guy here. I was the one in the wrong. What’s the rule? Don’t fuck a brother’s family. Even though we hadn’t yet, I fully intended to.
“Okay, that’s enough. I’m calling it.” We were forcibly dragged apart, and that wasn’t an easy job for the two poor bastards trying to separate us. Ryder and Ice.
Stitch was still glaring at me like he wanted to tear me apart, and me? Yeah, I was checking what was left of my face, to see how much damage he’d done. There was definitely a cut over my eye, because there was blood dripping down my face, and a throbbing in my left temple that wouldn’t stop. My jaw felt like it’d been slammed against the road, and my nose was definitely not the same shape it’d been just a few minutes ago.
“I’m not sorry.”Clearly this was the wrong thing to say to Stitch, who lunged at me again, with both Ryder and Ice trying to hold him back. He cursed both of them for stopping him.
“Look, we’re family. I get that this is monumentally fucked up, but beating the shit out of each other isn’t the answer.” Ryder wasn’t usually the peacekeeper in our club, but since Stitch seemed to have relinquished the role, someone had to pick it up.
I was just glad that Elise had been out of the way, and hadn’t ended up being collateral damage while we tussled like fucking animals. I turned to see where she was and that’s when I realised she wasn’t behind me. I made a full turn before I realised she wasn’t anywhere near us at all. She was gone.
“The fuck? ELISE! Jesus, darlin’, where’d you go?” Had she run? Was she upset by our fight? Of course she was. Who wouldn’t be? Stitch was a half second behind me in this realisation, but he started yelling for her too.
I started running for where I’d seen her last.
