Bash Page 11

  “Okay,” I whisper, sliding my body around until he captures me with his gaze. He leans forward, reaching for me, tucking my hair behind my ear, and I tilt my face into his touch. My body instantly reacts, my nipples tightening up. “Is this better?”

  “Mm, much. I could look at you all day.”

  I bite my lips, staring at the water between us. His cock bobs between his thighs, the length impressive at half-mast. “That should come with a warning,” I gesture, and he chuckles.

  “So should your curvy ass.”

  I shake my head, laughing to myself. He’s always got something quick to come back with, and they always somehow sound like a compliment to my ears.

  “I wanted you relaxed ‘cause I’ve got some shit to discuss with you.”

  “Okay,” I drag the word out, my stomach spinning with curiosity.

  “I don’t know how you’re gonna take it. I was talking it over with Chaos when you showed up.”

  My brow wrinkles. “You’re kind of scaring me with the buildup. You mentioned the subject was tense earlier, what is it?” I knew he was too good to be true. He’s probably married or has a crazy ex-wife or something else just as alarming. I already know about the drugs, and surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me. I knew he wasn’t a saint when I met him. He’s good to me just the way he is, and I’m not going to try to change that part of him. The way I see his dealing is that it’s not any of my business.

  “Well, I told you this morning that I had shit to take care of for most the day.”

  I nod, remembering his words. It’s one reason why I was a little unsure about just showing up at the MC. I didn’t want him to think I was becoming clingy or anything. I could’ve texted him, I suppose but didn’t think of it. I’m used to my phone being shut off and only using the minutes when it’s absolutely necessary.

  “Shit was business as usual.” He leaves out the details, and while some may be nosey on his drug deals or whatever he was up to, I don’t want to know. “When it was time to leave, though, some new information got me twisted up inside. A man had your photo.”

  My body locks up, ready to jump out of this water and run. His hands latch onto my arms, keeping me rooted in the tub. It’s not hurtful, just weighted, silently telling me to hear him out. I can’t help but freak out; there are too many people searching for me. “He said your father is looking for you.”

  Tears fill my eyes at the mention of my father. Those bastards have no right to speak of him, to bring him into any more of this. I shake my head, the drops spilling over. How dare they come to Sebastian, to mess with this small blip of happiness I’ve found and mess it all up. It’s too soon. I didn’t want to lose my biker already.

  “I remembered when you told me your father was no longer alive, and it raised some red flags. This wasn’t a decent man searching for you, quite the opposite. I saw through his lie as soon as it left his mouth.”

  My lip trembles. “M-my father is dead. I would never lie about something like that.”

  He nods, moving to wipe my tears away. “I know, baby, and I believe you. No one would break so badly over a person they love. If you weren’t being real with me, I’d call you out on it. You have any idea who’d be looking for you, though?”

  I bite my shaky lower lip and admit, “A lot of people, probably. None of them very nice.”

  “I figured so. Especially with that fucker’s connections. I talked it over with Chaos, cause I ain’t letting a motherfucker touch you.”

  My hands reach up, moving to hold his cheeks in my palms. “How can you be real? My life has been so hard since my father died, and then Heaven sent me you.”

  He shakes his head. “Nah, Sweet Pea, you’re my angel; it’s not the other way around. I’m dark to your light, but maybe…maybe that’s why we crossed paths. You needed someone like me to protect your innocence.”

  “I’m far from innocent.”

  “Not in my eyes, Savannah. Let me help you with whatever you’re dealing with.”

  I shake my head. I’d love nothing more than to not be in this alone. “If you knew everything, you wouldn’t think of me the same way. I-I can’t get into this with you right now, I’m sorry.” I stand.

  Sebastian follows suit, draining the water and grabbing a towel. He steps in front of me and pats the towel all over my body, drying me before himself. “It’s fine. I can be patient. Until you’re ready to tell me whatever it is, I’ll be here to have your back regardless.”

  My lip trembles as I watch him towel off his insanely sexy nakedness. Sebastian had to be sent to me by my father, there’s no other way I can explain the reasoning behind me meeting him. Then he comes across someone searching for me today during his business deal. It has to be some sort of fate intervening here. I just wish I knew the right move in all of this. “Thank you, Sebastian. These people…they’re bad, and they want me dead. There’s so much more I wish I could tell you…but I can’t—not yet, anyhow.”

  “My life isn’t as straitlaced as you probably think it is, either. I have plenty of demons; my club has demons. I can’t share shit with you either, so I get it. I hope one day you’ll find that you trust me enough to open up. I’d never let anyone hurt you. Jinx and I both told the guy that we’d never seen you before. I felt it was important to talk with you about it, in case you needed me to handle something for you.”

  I take his hand in mine, linking our fingers together and lead him to my bedroom. I want to be intimate with this man more than ever right now. He’s not pushing me to divulge my secrets. He’s not attempting to sell me out or smother me. Sebastian wants to help, to take care of me, and it’s been too long since I’ve had someone on my side like that. It makes me want to worship him and never give him up. “Thank you. Those men…they can’t find out where I am, or they’ll hurt me. Probably kill me, actually,” I state, leaving out the details of why they’re hunting me down.

  A possessive growl rumbles through his sculpted chest as I fall back on my bed, tugging him with me. His heavy cock falls in place between my thighs, rubbing against my clit. My legs react, spreading apart to wrap around his backside. I hate seeing him still peppered with bruises. It makes me wonder if he’s still sore. Hopefully, they go away soon, and my man has completely healed again. I can’t wait to see his stomach without the bruises. Not that he’s any less gorgeous or anything. That’s hardly the case.

  “They won’t touch you. You’re always safe with me,” he promises, and I lean up, taking his mouth with mine. The crazy thing is that I actually feel safe in his arms, like nothing can get to me with him at my side. He doesn’t owe me in any way, and he certainly doesn’t deserve the trouble that I’ll bring his way if the wrong people discover he’s taken my side in this battle. I’m also not stupid enough to reject his help and protectiveness over me. Lord knows I can’t seem to beat the bad guys on my own.

  “Fuck me, Sebastian,” I beg, and he kindly obliges, thrusting his cock deep. It’s what I need in the moment, to forget everything else in the world except for Bash, the badass vice president warming my bed. If only things were different, and I wasn’t having to hide out knowing I’d eventually leave this place. Maybe then, I could fight to keep him long term.

  He rotates his hips, his groin grinding against my sensitive bud. A whimper of pleasure breaks free, causing me to pull my mouth from his. I could get lost in his kisses, allow them to pull me under and drown me in the immense feelings they spread through my mind and body. He’s the best I’ve ever had—there’s no doubt about it. “So good,” I moan, wanting to be consumed by him even more. I want him to take completely over so I can stop having to worry about anything and just live and be free.

  He grunts in response, tucking his face into my neck. He breathes me in, then peppers kisses over my throat, leading to my breasts. With a hefty lunge, he sinks into me deeply, and I cry out. He trails his hand over my abdomen, moving up to pinch my nipples before bringing his hand to grip my throat. He squeezes just enough to mak
e my eyes widen and seek out his gaze.

  “Sebastian?” I sigh as his grin turns possessive. He holds my neck firmly, his hips moving in sync with my own. My pussy is sopping wet at him expressing his dominance. Controlling men aren’t really my thing, but that’s not what’s happening right now. He’s showing me that he’s strong, that he’s dominant enough to protect me and keep me safe. He can easily take life with his hands, yet he chooses to use them to offer me security. He gives me the peace of mind to relax and stop worrying about anything and everything.

  My orgasm hits me with the next squeeze of his fingers, my moans elevating to shouts of ecstasy. I scream his name, and his cock explodes inside me. His hot cum shoots deep into my womb, rattling me to my core. I’m a shaking mess when my sexual high finally calms down, and I can concentrate on the throbs my pussy and his cock still continue to make. Our minds are sated with the rush of serotonin, but our bodies still cling to each other, seeking every last zing of sensation.

  “Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, nuzzling against my tender flesh. My throat will probably have some light bruising tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter in the slightest to me. What’s important is why those marks are there in the first place. Sebastian was staking his claim that no one will hurt me or take me from him. I’ve never felt safer or more cherished in my life. “I wanna make this permanent. Not trying to freak ya the fuck out or anything. You’ll be in safe hands, having me sleeping next to you every night.”

  I roll away from him, showing him my back. I don’t want him to see the fresh bout of tears filling my eyes and flowing down my cheeks. He probably thinks I’m a hot mess enough, I don’t want him to see how emotional he’s made me tonight. My back grows warm as he scoots in, putting his front to my body. His arm wraps over my waist, clamping down, holding me tightly to him. “Mean it, Angel. I don’t fuck around when it comes to giving my word to someone.”

  I nod, swallowing. I speak softly, so my voice doesn’t crack. “I want you here, Sebastian. I haven’t wanted anything this badly in a long time. We did it again, though, had sex without protection. I need to remind you that I’m not on birth control.” I can’t go to the pharmacy for a refill in case my name pops up on anyone’s radar. I didn’t think about it before I left. I hadn’t considered I’d meet anyone and I’d need it.

  He presses a kiss to my temple, allowing me to keep my tears private. “I got you, Savannah. Stop fretting over what we’ve already done. Sleep, baby. Ain’t no one coming after my woman tonight.”

  I take in his scent, his warmth, and the way he makes my heart feel full once more. It’s no longer the crushed, empty feeling in my chest I’d grown to live with since my father was murdered. With Bash surrounding me, I close my eyes and finally sleep soundly.

  Ten

  She’s gonna forever say “I got this” even with tears in her eyes. - AW Camping

  “You have another deal this week?” Chaos questions as I take the seat beside him. It’s where I usually sit at the table. We had church earlier, yet he still hasn’t left the room, taking time to hear out any personal shit the brothers need to speak with him about. I’m always here for them if they need me, too, but usually, it’s only Chaos and Jinx who hit me up on a personal level.

  I nod. “Maliki again. He’s a persistent fucker, but I’ve been raking in some dough on these parties he throws. Same with Jinx.”

  “That’s good news, brother. Tell me…he still asking after your woman?”

  “Every week it’s the same shit. We meet up, discuss the drop, and before we bounce, he asks me if I’ve seen Savannah. He’s sticking to the same sob story about a distraught father on the search.”

  “Christ, the motherfucker’s like a dog with a bone. How long has the questioning been going on now? A month or so?”

  I release an irritated exhale, rapping my knuckles against the table. I need to do something with my hands while I talk about the thing that’s been eating at me the most recently. Having anyone looking for my angel makes me punchy. I want to hit and ask questions later. I haven’t, only because of the business I’ve got going with Maliki, or else I’d have laid his ass out and told him to get on down the road. “It’s been eight weeks since the first time he’s asked about her. Eight times, always with the same photo. I haven’t wanted to stab someone this bad since we were cleaning up the clubhouse.”

  “Fuck, Bash, eight weeks. That isn’t good, he’s a bigtime shitbag. You know it as well as I do.”

  My muscles tense, more so than from a moment before. He’s just confirmed my thoughts. I knew it in my gut, and hearing Chaos agree is like loading bullets in the chamber, knowing I’m about to pull the trigger and do the time. “She still hasn’t told me fuck-all passed her father being dead. Sly found out about her dad for me. He confirmed that the old man’s truly dead and Maliki is full of some fairy tale bullshit story. Not that I didn’t believe my beautiful angel in the first place, but week after week of dealing product to him, I was beginning to wonder if I was fuckin’ blinded by good pussy. Turns out Savannah’s telling the truth, and I’m a goddamn dick for questioning her honesty. Her own father’s death, and yet, I considered she could be milking me. Feeling real low right about now.”

  “You didn’t know, so throw that mopey bull out the window. You did the right thing, watching the club’s and your back, with a newcomer. That dirty pissant still has no clue she’s yours?” Chaos mutters, before taking a swig of his drink.

  “None that I know of, but she’s been acting worse lately about things than when I first met her. Aside from the diner and the clubhouse, she won’t leave the apartment. She ducks and practically sprints from the front door to the car. I’ve seen her leave the diner. It’s the same thing there too. I’m worried about her being cooped up like she is. No one deserves to live like that. At least now I understand why she’s such a recluse. Hell, without the threat hanging over her, I wonder if she’s normally like that at all. I don’t want my woman to be scared to go anywhere…ever, man. Makes me feel like I’m not doing enough for her. It’s my responsibility as her man to make her feel safe, you feel me?”

  “You need to talk to her, set her at ease. You’ve had time to get close with this chick. She may be willing to open up to you now. If she stays freaked out, maybe you can at least give her a little peace of mind when she’s lost in her thoughts. I’m sick of seeing women hurt and taken advantage of. You know me, brother. That shit doesn’t fly personally or with the club.”

  I agree with him completely. “I feel the same, I have you on that account.” I consider his advice concerning Savannah. I can try, but there’s no way to know if it will help or hinder our closeness. I shrug and admit, “She’s headstrong, part of the reason I can’t get enough of her. I don’t want her stubbornness to get her killed or kidnapped or fuck knows what, when it comes to Maliki. His type is bad news.”

  Chaos gestures to the door, and I head out with him. He continues to talk as we stroll through the bar, eventually making it out front. The warm Georgia air surrounds us, the sun shining brightly, reminding me why I love the south. “Exactly. Put that shit on lockdown and make her tell you what you need to know.”

  I scoff. There’s no way to make Savannah do anything she doesn’t want to. I meant it when I said she’s headstrong. The woman would starve to death before she let anyone see her face and that knowledge breaks my heart. “I’ll figure out something. I have no choice. I need to know if this shit blows back—”

  He interrupts, “You don’t have to ask. We got you.”

  “Appreciate it, Prez.” I offer him a chin-lift, reaching over to clap his solid shoulder. “I’m headed out. Savannah should be back at the apartment anytime.”

  “You two living together now, or you have your place still, too?”

  “I showed up to her spot and never really left,” I admit, and Chaos chuckles.

  “You’re a bastard. That little woman didn’t stand a chance.”

  My shoulders bounce, not sorry in
the slightest. He’s right. Once I had my sights set on her, I’d decided she’d be mine, and she is. “She was stranded, and I’m not the type to turn my back on a stray. Especially not one that beautiful. See ya, man.”

  “Yeah, later.” He sends me off with a nod, and I stride to my motorcycle. The engine rumbles loudly as I fire the powerful machine to life and kick the stand up. I toss him two fingers as I roll out of the parking lot, headed for home.

  “Angel?” I rasp as I close the blue apartment door behind me. I know she’s here; I saw my shiny Dodge Charger parked in her usual slot. It’s become the new designated spot, but I don’t mind in the slightest. I wasn’t able to fix her old clunker—not that I tried too hard—so she’s been driving mine when she needs it. It’s safer than hers, anyhow, so it sets my mind at ease. I know it’s stressful for her because she brings it up often that she needs to get a different vehicle.

  She’s nuts to worry about it. Hell, she has no idea, but I’d do much more for her if she’d allow me to. Never imagined when I fell for a woman that she’d be sweeter than peach cobbler. She’s also kind, stubborn, and dead set on doing everything for herself.

  “Sebastian?” she calls from the bedroom, sounding a bit more off than her usual sweet melodic voice. I eagerly make my way to the back of the apartment, more than ready to see her beauty and kiss her pouty lips to find her curled up in a tiny ball on the bed. I’d ordered us a king-sized about six weeks ago once I realized this wasn’t going to fizzle out between us anytime soon. She was pissed, but I got her to give in once I demonstrated with her what we could do with the added mattress space.

  My brow wrinkles with concern. This is new. She’s always smiling and excited to see me when I come in. To find her looking so pale has me worried and on edge. “You all right, Sweet Pea? You sick or something?”