Looking back over my shoulder at Bones, I narrow my eyes. “Don’t think you’re hiding a fucking thing from me, Skull,” I grind out.
Bones’ lips twitch into a cocky as fuck smile. “Didn’t think I ever could, Mountain.”
Spinning around, I jerk my chin forward and walk past Leighton, toward my room, knowing that she’ll follow behind me. She’s not even wearing shoes, it’s not like she’s going to be spending any time out here in this dirty bar.
Once we’re alone and inside of my room, I flip the door locked before I make my way over to the bed. Leighton doesn’t follow behind me. Lifting my head, I look over to the door to see that she’s standing just inside of the doorway, her eyes watching mine.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice soft and sweet.
“Nothing,” I lie.
She presses her lips together, shaking her head a couple of times. She stays where she is, her eyes focused on mine and nowhere else. I reach into the bags, turning away from her and pulling out the containers of food.
“C’mon and get something to eat,” I grunt.
She doesn’t move immediately, but eventually her feet become unstuck from the floor and she makes her way over to the bed then sinks down on the edge. Handing her the food, she takes it from me, holding it in her lap as her eyes search my own.
LEIGHTON
The man at the bar. He isn’t part of Mountain’s group, but he is the same type of man as him. There was just something about him, something almost familiar. I don’t think that I know him, but I just felt almost peaceful near him. It was hard to look away, hard to walk away, without trying to talk to him.
“Tell me who he is,” I softly demand.
Mountain lifts his burger to his lips, taking a big bite and shakes his head, his eyes focusing on my own. He inhales a deep breath from his nose, then closes his eyes before he opens them again.
“He’s the president of a club in New Mexico. They are affiliated with us now, patched over and part of the Savage Beasts,” he explains.
Pressing my lips together, I chew on my bottom lip before I nod my head once. “He’s more than that,” I point out.
“Eat,” Mountain barks.
Opening the Styrofoam box, I wrinkle my nose at the chicken sandwich staring back at me. I wish that we could go back to his place where the food that we picked out is still sitting in the fridge, the food that I would actually like to eat.
This is complete and total junk. I’ve eaten shit food for the past five years. I was so excited to finally have some fresh and healthy organic fruits and veggies for a change.
My stomach growls, so I decide that it doesn’t matter if it’s junk, I’m starving. Taking a bite of the chicken, I let out a sigh, irritated that he isn’t answering me. He isn’t telling me who that man was, not really.
“Wilder,” I whisper with a warning tone when he doesn’t say anything else, his focus on his food and nothing more.
He lets out an annoyed sigh and I watch as he curls his lip. “His club, they do shit differently there. Women aren’t just branded bitches at their sides, like here. They’re kept in cages, collared, shit like that.”
“Possessions,” I whisper. “Slaves.”
He jerks his chin. “Not like here, it’s different. He said some shit. Knows who you are, where you come from. Pissed me off.”
“Why?”
He dumps his food in the bag, obviously no longer interested in eating as he stands to his feet. I watch as he starts to pace. He lifts his hand, rubbing his palm down his face before he stops in his tracks and turns to look at me.
“Because he knew you’d been hurt, you’d been abused. He thinks that he would protect you better.”
Frowning, I put my food back in the container and stand, closing the short distance between us. I don’t let him move away from me. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck.
My eyes search his, looking for those dancing dark orbs to meet my own, but they are just emotionless and dark as night. I hate it. I love when his eyes sparkle, when they dance with either him being an asshole or him being just plain sweet, and even when he’s lost in his own desire.
“Do you think someone could protect me better than you?” I whisper.
His eyes stay glued to mine, unmoving, seemingly unfeeling too. “Probably,” he says, his voice soft and full of an emotion that I can’t quite read. “But I won’t give them the fucking chance,” he spits.
He lifts his hand, his fingers twisting in the back of my hair before he roughly tugs my head back, my neck and scalp immediately filled with pain. He leans forward, his mouth touching my chin, then moves down to my throat, stopping at the base before he sucks my skin hard, his teeth sinking down.
I moan at the sensation of the pain as it fills me, causing my body to heat from the inside out with need and desire. My fingers tighten around the side of his neck, my nails digging into his flesh slightly. He hisses then walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed.
“You’re mine, hear me?” he rasps against my neck. “Mine.”
His lips travel down my chest, stopping at the neckline of his shirt that I’m wearing. He releases my hair as he sinks to his knees in front of me. I dip my chin, looking down at him, my hand falling from his neck as I watch.
Mountain reaches for the button of my jean shorts, popping it open, then wrenches them and my panties down to my ankles. His hands wrap around the backs of my knees, pulling them forward until I fall back, my ass landing on the edge of the bed.
Without wasting a second, he spreads my thighs apart and he dives between them, his mouth finding my clit and sucking in deep. Lifting my hand, I automatically run my fingers through his hair, gripping him at the back of his head as I lift my hips toward him.
Rolling my hips forward, I don’t have control over my own body in this moment. He has completely taken me out of my mind, I’m just moving, feeling, and searching for that high that I know only he can give me.
My head falls between my shoulders as my eyes flutter closed, and my back arches, pushing my breasts forward. Pulling his face closer to my center, I spread my thighs wider, needing so much more of him. His beard scrapes the insides of my thighs and I can’t stop my entire body from trembling.
“Wilder,” I moan. “Don’t ever stop.”
My words come out breathy and low, but I know that he’s heard them. His hands reach up, grabbing ahold of the outsides of my thighs, his fingers gripping me tightly, bruising me. Lifting my head, I gasp as the orgasm rolls through me.
His eyes are watching me, they’re dancing, just the way I love. He eats me until it’s almost too much, my body too sensitive to take any more of his delicious assault. Only then does he shift back on his feet before he stands tall, looking down at me.
“I’m going to leave you battered and bruised,” he growls.
“Please,” I rasp.
He does just as he promises. He leaves me marked and satisfied. I look like I’ve suffered and I have, but not from abuse, from sweet, sweet assault from the one man who has ever made me feel special.
Chapter Eighteen