Chapter Twenty-Nine
Carly
I’m drifting back to sleep when Chance’s arm snakes around my belly, pulling me back into his naked body and I hum, soaking up his warmth.
“Wake up, Princess,” he whispers against my ear, nipping at it and I moan, arching my back into him. It doesn’t matter that he had me up until two in the morning moaning his name, I need him again. His lips press against my cheek before slowly dragging down to my neck and kissing me there. He licks a path back up my throat and I suck in a breath, my mind going blank. “Roll over.”
I roll to my back and he wedges my knees apart, slipping between my thighs as he claims my lips, our tongues tangling together. His hand frames one side of my face and I grip his sides, lifting my hips off the bed. I feel his smirk against my lips, but he doesn’t give me anything more, content to just make out with me for a little bit longer.
“Chance,” I whine and he laughs.
“What were you saying the other day about you not being insatiable?”
I open my eyes just so he can see me roll them. “You always start it.”
“Of course, I start it, baby. I’m just a man and you have a body that would tempt a saint. It’s really not fair.”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” I ask, the ache between my legs making me grumpy. He laughs again and leans down, trailing his nose down mine before kissing me again. I moan against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and he pinches my nipple between his thumb and finger before pulling away.
“Shit,” he whispers. “Don’t be mad at me but I’ve got to get going soon.”
My arms fall to the bed and I stare up at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why would you tease me like that if you have to leave?”
“I just can’t resist you, Darlin’.”
He presses one last kiss to my lips before pushing himself up and scooting to the side of the bed. As he grabs his jeans off the floor, I pull the sheet up around my chest and lean back against the headboard.
“What are you doing today?”
He glances back at me and one look from him is enough to make my heart skip a beat. God, I’m cheesy as hell all of the sudden.
“We’ve got a transfer to do. Hopefully, it won’t take too long. You gonna hang out with Ivy?”
I nod. We let her spend the rest of Saturday and yesterday settling into the clubhouse and relaxing but now it’s time to get some answers. I need to tell her everything we found, too.
“Yeah. I’m ready to figure out what is going on here and I want to know how she’s really doing.”
He stands and pulls his jeans up. “She seems good.”
“She does but I’m worried she’s just putting on a brave face. We need to talk about going to the police, too. I’m scared she’ll never be safe unless Julian is in jail.”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “I was worried about that, too.”
He buttons his jeans and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him. How is it legal for the man to look so good in just a pair of jeans?
“You’re gonna owe me for leaving me hanging this morning,” I tell him and he smirks, kneeling on the bed.
“Oh, baby, I always make good on that.”
“Promises, promises,” I whisper, wishing he would kiss me again. He does just that, pressing his lips to mine and I sigh, sinking into his gentle touch.
“I love you,” he states, flicking my lips with his tongue and I groan, my skin tingling with desire.
“I love you but I kind of hate you right now, too.”
“You can take it out on my body later.”
I hum, nodding. “I’m looking forward to that.”
“Me, too,” he agrees, kissing me again as someone pounds on the door and he groans.
“Time to go,” Smith calls and Chance glares at the closed door before standing and throwing a shirt on. He turns back to me and smiles.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? Be careful and don’t go anywhere.”
I smile. “Go. We’ll be fine here.”
He leans down and kisses me one last time before grabbing his keys off the dresser and slipping out of the room. Sighing, I throw the sheet off me and climb out of bed. There’s no way I’m going to get back to sleep anytime soon with this need simmering in my body. I slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before grabbing my phone off the bedside table and heading downstairs. As soon as my foot hits the bottom step, my phone vibrates in my hand with a text.
Mercedes:
How’s your sister?
After Julian left the clubhouse on Saturday, I called Mercedes and asked her to come by. When she got here, I explained everything to her and after seeing Ivy, she was shocked and outraged. I’m pretty sure she would have beat Julian’s door down if I hadn’t asked her to stay out of it. She did, however, insist I take as much time as I needed off work. I’ve still been working on the page for the blog but she’s adamant we put it on the back burner for now so I can focus on Ivy. In the short time I’ve been working for Mercedes, I’ve realized how much she truly cares about the people that work for her and I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I was still working at the Times.
Me:
She’s good. Slowly getting adjusted.
“Mornin’,” Kodiak says, kicking a chair out for me and I sit down next to him as I glance down at my phone.
12:30 p.m.
“More like afternoon,” I comment and he nods.
“Yeah, you’re not gonna find a lot of morning people around here. Late nights and all that.”
I nod, leaning back in my chair. “Have you seen my sister yet?”
“She’s back in the TV room.”
I spin around, trying to figure out where the hell that might be. “Y’all have a TV room?”
“Yeah.” Kodiak laughs. “It’s on the other side of the stairs.”
He nods to a door just past the staircase.
“Thanks.”
“No problem, Darlin’. I’m off.” He shoves out of his chair and waves in a sort of mock salute before walking out of the clubhouse. It’s quiet here today and I assume most of the guys must be out working or home. As I stand up, my phone buzzes again.
Mercedes:
Good. Keep me updated.
Me:
I will. Thanks again.
I shove my phone into my back pocket and go in search of my sister, finding her lying on a couch in the “TV room”, which is actually like a small movie theatre. A massive screen covers the back wall with three rows of couches filling the room.
“What are you watching?” I ask. Before she can even answer, I recognize the movie on the screen and wrinkle my nose. “Titanic? Really, Vi?”
“Hey,” she quips, hugging her knees to her chest as I sit down next to her. “Don’t diss my favorite movie.”
“Where the hell did you find Titanic in a biker clubhouse?” I ask, imagining Smith in here with a bowl of popcorn in his lap as he watches it and I can’t help but laugh. Ivy blushes.
“I may have sweet talked Moose into getting it for me.”