Pushing myself out of the bed, I step into the kitchen, then out of the backdoor and make my way over to the clubhouse. Pushing the door open. All the bikes outside are gone, except for one…
He’s around here somewhere and I’m going to go irritate him because I’m bored. I haven’t been alone in a few weeks and as soon as I woke up this morning; I was bored.
Also, I still think there’s this tension between the two of us.
I make my way inside and as I make my way up the stairs; a noise catches my attention as I begin to climb them. Looking over, I catch in the mirror's reflection what’s happening. His head is slightly hanging down, as I can see his arm moving back and forth, grunts falling from his mouth.
Holy fuck.
I step backwards, leaning against the wall next to the staircase as he grunts. Pressing my thighs together to try to make the instant throbbing go away.
And I fucking swear, I think. I hear my name falling from his lips, but that could just be lustful thoughts getting the best of me.
The fact that it could not be my name doesn’t stop the throbbing, though. I need to make it stop. I can’t think straight before my hand is slipping inside of my shorts and I touch my clit, biting my lip to keep any sort of whimpers at bay.
Sure, I've touched myself before, granted that's about it, but I have learned what I like.
I move circles around my clit before I slip a finger inside of myself and continue putting pressure on my clit, pushing myself over as I hear him grunt out an orgasm.
Shit. I’ve got to get out of here now.
I move out the backdoor, carefully shutting the back door as quietly as possible.
I hear the backdoor shut, in her best attempts to be quiet. I knew she was there. I refused to look up at her. I refused to acknowledge her. But I knew she was watching. I just was too far in at that point to stop.
...or at least that's what I’m telling myself.
But when I heard her breathing elevate, I fucking lost it. I couldn’t help but think about her out there, touching herself to the sounds of me jerking off.
I won’t bring it up to her. It will just make things worse.
Composing myself, I then make my way outside to where she vacated to. Pretending to be surprised when she smiles, turning around. Her face is still flushed, and I have to scold myself for letting the thoughts come back up to my mind. But I can’t stop my face from smirking. Her eyes widen as the smirk spreads across my face and right here, we have an unspoken secret that neither of us will ever tell... At least I hope she won't.
“There you are.” She whispers out, her breath is still uneven as she nods to me.
“I’m here.” I toss my arms out to the side, trying to keep my expressions normal so she questions whether I know what she just watched… what she just did.
“Will you take me to the hospital?” She asks it quickly and I just start shaking my head, laughing.
“No way.” I tell her. Oz doesn’t want her up there. There’s no way, in hell, that I’m breaking his rules for his daughter.
But if I’m being honest, I feel like I may have already broken those rules at this point.
“Please Axe.” Ella looks up to me, giving me the saddest pair of puppy dog eyes, and I can already feel myself starting to crumble. “I just want to see him.” She pauses, looking down. “I keep overhearing everyone whispering about how he’s doing, but no one will talk to me about him.” She looks sad, “Not even you.” She’s still on this kick from the other day about how everyone treats her like a child and won’t share information even though she’s almost an adult. She said that she’s aware they will still treat her like a child afterwards as well.
“I haven’t seen him.” I finally admit to her.
“What?”
“I’ve been up to see him a few times, but every time I walk down the hallway, I freeze.”
“Shit, I keep forgetting.” She looks at me. “He’s like your mentor.” I just nod my head because what else am I supposed to say? “I’m sorry.” She mumbles, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around me. I really fucking wish that she would stop doing that. Especially while we’re outside. There are fucking cameras here. All I need is for the guys to see the MC princess hugging me constantly… That's a definite way to die.
I should tell her to stop. Instead, when I look down at her, she looks up and her giant, sad eyes are filled with tears. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her into me and letting her quietly whimper into my shirt. “El, you have nothing to be sorry about.” I whisper down to her as I pull back and tilt her face to look at me. “This shit happens. You had nothing to do with it. I guess just coming up on it like I did—” I pause, not really sure what I’m trying to say.
“You saw him?” She gasps as she continues to look up at me, and I slowly nod my head. I know that I have already told her this, but I’m sure that she was emotionally drained and doesn’t remember or maybe didn’t realize that I saw him and not just the accident.
“Yeah, I was coming back to the clubhouse, and I saw Khan standing off, so I stopped. When I saw what he was staring at. Fury was down with him.” I just shake my head, not wanting to relive it. “It didn’t look good.”
