I grab a glass of water from the kitchen and try the club doors to see if they’re locked. They open, so I step outside, the fresh warm air instantly making me feel better.
“You shouldn’t be out here.”
I jump, Big Chief is leaning against the wall, joint between his lips, smoke dancing around his face.
“I heard some banging so I came out to see what it was.” He pinches the joint between his fingers and rubbing it out on the brick.
Looking around, I can’t help but wonder if it’s Rad trying to find a way inside the club. A shiver runs down my spine. “What was it?” I ask.
“Not sure, maybe some wild animals in the garbage?” He shrugs.
“I need fresh air every once in a while,” I explain. I think I’m claustrophobic now.
“You gave us all a scare, little red,” he informs, walking over to me. His chest bare and sweaty, the moon reflecting off the beads of sweat coating his pecs. His low-slung jeans showing his V dip. I look away, feeling a blush on my cheeks.
“So you’re an ol’ lady now.” He crosses his arms, looking at me as if he’s about to give me a fatherly lecture.
“I know the duties of an ol’ lady, Chief, probably more than you do,” I clip with a hint of a smile.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He chuckles. “Just remember Saint’s side of it all, okay?”
My brows narrow in.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means he’s with an original club member’s daughter and everything you do will be on his shoulders from here on out. Just looking out for my buddy.” He uncrosses his arms, rubbing his hands together nervously.
“Yeah, I get that,” I tell him. If I thought lip was hard on him before, I don’t want to know what Lip is doing now. Oh God, what if that bruise on Saint’s face is from Lip? No, Lip wouldn’t be that savage.
Drinking the rest of the water, I turn to go inside, Big Chief right behind me.
“You hungry?” he questions.
I have to think about that question. I had a piece of pizza earlier, but it made me feel sick. I’m not sure if I should eat again. The sound of food makes me want to vomit, to be honest.
“I might grab some bread.” I shrug.
“Make it a grilled cheese, get some protein in there for that baby,” he suggests, his voice rough and scratchy now that we’re inside.
“I could try,” I cave, following him into the kitchen. I sit at the table as he grabs a skillet and ingredients.
“How you holding up?” He makes conversation as he cooks.
I shrug, my finger drawing an invisible heart on top of the table.
“I dunno, I want normal,” I confess.
“Yeah, things will settle down. We just gotta settle on Rad’s bitch ass.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I rest my head on my hand.
“You think he’s alive?”
“Probably,” he mumbles, flipping a sandwich, confirming my worst fears.
“I should have kept hitting him with that radio,” I tell myself, getting a grunt from Big Chief.
“Piper!” Saint hollers from the hallway, the sound of his voice making me stand. Doors slam open, and he continues to yell my name.
I look to Big Chief whose face is just as quizzical as mine. Before I can take a step, the kitchen doors are thrown open and Saint stares at me with wild eyes, body covered in sweat.
“Don’t you ever fucking leave the bedroom like that!” he demands, his hands rolling up in fists.
“I can leave if I want!” I holler back, not liking his controlling tone.
He closes the gap between us and grabs me by the chin. Resting his head on mine, he closes his eyes.
“You cannot leave me like that. I didn’t know where you were, I thought…” His voice goes weak, his nostrils flaring from him being out of breath.
“I…” I don’t know what to say. He was scared something happened to me, that I was taken.
His lips crash upon mine, and I close my eyes. My legs wrapping around his hips, he pushes me down on the table. I inhale a shaky breath, his mouth feasting on my collarbone. God, it feels so good to have him on me. His hand slips up my robe, cupping my tit and my clit blossoms with excitement.
“I’ll just take this to go,” Big Chief informs, taking him and his grilled cheese out of the kitchen.
“We can’t here,” I say breathlessly. If Lip or my mom walk in, I’ll never hear the end of it.
“I want you now; anywhere,” he replies. Opening my mouth to argue, he kisses my mouth shut, his tongue slipping into my mouth and rubbing against mine.
No, not here! Trying to shake myself from the moment, I push on his chest and sit up.
“Not here,” I repeat.
He growls before looking around the room.
Fisting each of my ass cheeks, he lifts me off the kitchen table and walks me over to the counter.
“Saint!” I squeal, my right hand gripping the sink for purchase.
“I cannot wait another second to be inside of you, Piper.” He undoes the sash of my robe, pushing the silk to the side. Exposing my whole body, my cheeks heat nervously. I don’t look like I used to. Not wanting him to linger on my body too long, I grip him by the nape of the neck and pull him back to me. His lips on mine his hands shimmy my panties down my legs until they fall to the floor, my bare ass cheeks on the counter. The same counter our president prepares his coffee on in the morning.
Arching my neck, his lips skim downward, his teeth nipping my collarbone. I moan, rubbing the side of my face against his, my hands and feet shoving his shorts down.
His cock pops free, the piercing and tip flicking the lip of the counter. Fuck, I missed this. Fisting his throbbing cock, I feel it flex in my palm, and I pump it a few times.
He hisses between his teeth.
“God, you feel so good, keep doing that baby.” His tone husky, he rests his head on mine and we both look down watching me jerk his dick. Seeing cum seed from the tip has me wet.
Using his forehead, he forces my head to align with his, and he kisses me. His hands widening my legs, I loll my head back, both of my hands spread flat on each side of me, bracing myself for him to fuck me into a stupor.
Warmth of his tip pushes inside of me slowly, and my head snaps upright, hair falling in my face. I feel so tight, him so big. Is it from not having sex for so long, or because I’m pregnant? I remember before he was so big he barely fit and it hurt, but I’m so fucking wet for him, we don’t even need any lube to help this time. I just want all of him. I want his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, his cock inside of me. Give me it all, I’m so fucking horny.
“You like that?” Tilting his head to the side, his mouth parted arrogantly as he slowly glides in and out of me. I nod my head, my eyes hooded. I do like it, but it’s not enough. I need more, I long for him to satisfy an overflowing cauldron of desires I’ve been suffocating in for months.
“Fuck me like the thug you are, Saint.” He smirks, the look on his face so fucking sexy I swear it’d knock me up if I wasn’t already pregnant.
He smacks my ass, jerking me toward him. He fists my hair with his hand and thrusts into me so hard it knocks a moan from my lips so loud I’m sure someone in the club heard it.