“Okay, I’m gonna leave before I make it worse.” I laugh before I move off of the steps to the house and walk back towards my Jeep. This whole thing is very intense for us right now. I stop as I come close to my Jeep, turning around and seeing her still watching me. It pulls a smile from me. I just want to rush up to her, pull her close to me and talk her back into the room, claiming her. “I’ll come get you in the morning and we can go pick up Jag.” She nods and smiles at me before I get into it and back out of the driveway quickly.
Driving through the city, I really wish that she didn’t live so far away from the clubhouse. Maybe I could talk to her about staying a few nights out of the week. Because, son of a bitch, Ash was right. It is different being able to wake up with them there. I’m trying not to push her too much.
I’m near Sirens when I get an overwhelming dread that shoots through me… instantly. I know the only other time that I’ve felt it. Using Bluetooth, I call Ash.
“Yeah?” He mumbles into the phone.
“This is going to sound crazy, I know. I just left her and something’s wrong. I swear I can fucking feel it. I dunno—”
“Whoa, brother. Calm down, if something feels off, go. I’m behind you.”
“Thanks brother.” I speed back to the house. I can’t explain how, but I just know. Sliding into the driveway, I’m rushing up the steps and slowing before I step inside. Trying the knob, it’s still locked, so I look at my keys for the spare Oz gave me years ago. Twisting the knob, I’m into the house. I can’t hear anything except for the shower running in the distance. Maybe she’s just in the shower and I’m overreacting.
Turning to go out the door before she sees me being creepy, the glass crunches under my shoe. Looking down, I see the picture frames knocked over.
“Shit,” I mumble to myself, remembering the rush I left the clubhouse in earlier and how I had left my gun sitting in my room. Pulling my knife out, I move towards the hallway, towards the room that Ella has been staying in. Her laugh echoes through the house from behind me and I turn around, extremely confused until immediately I hear.
“You think it’s funny?” I can hear muffled voices going back and forth, but can’t quite make out what is said until I step into the room.
“… or did daddy teach you how to do it?”
“You fucking bitch.” He moves towards her, and I know that he’s about to attack. I step in closer and drag the blade across his throat before he reaches up, grabbing onto it and then collapses to the floor.
“Axe,” she whispers, looking up at me, her big brown eyes sucking me in once again. “You’re back.” I slowly nod my head as I hear Jake at my side, gasping for his breath. “How d’you know?” She asks. I just shake my head, shrugging, and trying to calm my emotions and my actions. Because the adrenaline of pulling that blade across his throat and listening to him choke to death on his own goddamn blood mixed with the image of Ella tied up to the bed right now, the towel that she is wearing is open, exposing too much of… it’s causing me conflicting feelings.
Exhaling, I walk around the bed, unhooking her hand from the restraint before she reaches over and removes the second arm. “Axe,” she reaches over and grabs ahold of my arm as I hear Jake sputter and Ella’s eyes widen as she moves, raising up onto her knees as she walks over to the end and looks at him bleeding out on the floor.
She gasps as I walk up to her and look at him. “I should probably kill him, so he doesn’t suffer.” I’m almost surprised when I hear her laugh.
“Fuck that, let him suffer.” She glares at his body before she turns and looks at me. Looking up at me through her lashes, she slowly bites down onto her lip.
“Woman, you better stop that.”
“Why?” she asks coyly.
“This isn’t the time.” My words cause her to laugh before she responds.
“Please, you don’t think I know that from the second you saw me, you wanted me.”
“What?” I look back at her as she moves towards me and laughs, licking her lips before she reaches out and grabs hold of my dick through my pants.
“You heard me.” She smiles as she lifts herself up so she’s looking at me in the eyes. “I know you well enough. I can see how conflicted you are in your eyes.” She smirks. “You want to fuck me. Right here. As he slowly drowns in his own blood. Because that would be the fucking topping to everything, right? To make his last moments be watching us fuck?”
The smirk doesn’t have time to form before she’s pulling me down onto the bed on top of her. Grabbing at my belt, undoing it as I slip my hand. Between our bodies, pulling the towel completely open and exposing all of her.
“Fuck.” I groan as I look down at her. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she strokes me over my jeans. Pulling my dick out with my left hand, I tap the head of it on her clit, causing her body to slightly buck and bringing a smirk onto my face. I will never tire of seeing her reaction to that. Sliding myself down her, already feeling how wet she is. Cocking an eye up to her, she laughs, shrugging.
“What? Is it a bad thing that you killing someone for me, turns me on?” Gripping a hold of my shirt and tugging it above my head. Jake sputters at our sides and she reaches down, gripping ahold of me and moving me until I can feel the warmth of her, causing me to groan out. Leaning in and consuming her lips and pressing into her. Pulling away, looking down at her, a smile spreads on her face.
The sputtering from across the room reminds me that Jake is still there, blood seeping down to the ground.
But I don’t give a shit about him right now. All I can see is her.
“Say it again.” She looks up at me and I pause.
“What?”
“Tell me again.” A soft smile spreads across her face, her eyes search mine, and I see the uneasiness spread across her face.
