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Twenty

Unfortunately, I often find out without getting to fuck around.

— Chevy’s secret thoughts

CHEVY

I was waiting for her at the end of the hallway when we got off of work.

She’d been needed much longer than I had, yet I’d waited for her to get done since I’d been the one to bring her with me this morning.

She had her head down, and she was texting furiously on her phone.

She came to a stop next to the elevator and still had yet to look up and see that I was there.

Which, of course, irritated me.

Her complete lack of spatial awareness was concerning to say the least.

The elevator doors opened, and she walked inside, still typing furiously.

I joined her in the elevator and waited for the doors to close before saying, “Are you ignoring me, or are you just that unaware?”

She startled, validating my fears.

I almost wished she had been ignoring me.

Women could never be too careful, and the thought of her being hurt because she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings made me inwardly furious.

“Shit, you scared me.” She placed her hand holding her phone over her heart. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” I said, crowding into her until she was pressed against the back corner of the elevator. “I’d be more worried about yourself. You can’t be too careful, Aella.”

“Wh-why?” she asked.

“Because I’d be really fuckin’ upset if you got yourself hurt,” I replied, skimming my nose down the length of her cheek.

She shivered, her fingers clutching onto the pockets of my scrub top.

Ding.

I pulled back at the sound of the doors opening and caught her hand in mine, pulling her with me.

“Who were you texting so furiously?” I wondered as I guided her out of the elevator.

When three people started to push inside before we were even off, I barked, “You know, it’s customary to let the passengers disembark the elevator before you start shoving onto it.”

The pissed off man and the worried looking woman and child frowned.

“Maybe you shouldn’t take so long,” the man grumbled.

I ignored him and kept walking but waited until I was off before reaching back inside the elevator before the doors closed.

“Maybe you could learn some manners so that the next time this happens, your child won’t think it’s okay to be an asshole because you are.”

I let the doors close on his startled face.

“You’re going to get into trouble,” Aella gave my hand a little tug.

I glared harder at the doors, then sighed and let her pull me out of the hospital lobby.

“My sister,” Aella said, surprising me.

“Your sister?” I asked, confused and wondering if I’d missed something.

“That’s who I was texting,” she explained. “I, uh, had a little crisis as I was leaving, and started to explain to my sister what happened today.”

“What kind of crisis?” I snapped, suddenly angry on her behalf, despite not knowing who I was angry at.

Honestly, I was pretty angry at the world.

It’d been a very hard day, and likely wouldn’t get any better any time soon.

Not with funerals to plan, anyway.

“The kind where I shared four whole days of sickness with a man, and we’ve slept in the same bed every second of that time, and then we kiss before he goes into surgery. Followed with him fucking me in a supply closet the moment he’s out of surgery,” she replied sarcastically. “Then me trying to figure out if I should call him, then realizing that I don’t actually have his number to do that with. Then realizing that the only real place I would know to possibly find him would be a clubhouse that is over forty-five minutes away, with no guarantee that he would actually be there.”

I grinned and twisted us so that we were facing each other in the middle of the parking lot where security had moved my bike.

Despite the fact that a car was headed our way, I said, “I’ll give you my number as soon as I let you go.”

“There are cars,” she pointed out.

“I don’t really care,” I admitted. “Two things.”

She waited, her eyes wide and sparkling in the large streetlamp that was glowing harshly above our head.

“One, the moment you let me into your house when I was sick, you became mine.” I tugged on a stray lock of hair that’d escaped her ponytail. She’d had a rough day, and it showed. “And two, we may be new, but there’s a connection here that I’ve felt for two whole years. I’ve just waited for you to show a sign that you were interested. Now that I’ve seen that sign, I won’t ever let you go.”

She shivered.

The car behind us honked impatiently.

“We really should move,” she pointed out.

“Are you with me, Aella?” I asked, squeezing her hip.

“With you?” She licked her lips.

I picked her up and got her out of the middle of the parking lot when the car behind us started to creep too close.

The woman driving rolled down her window and called us assholes as she passed.

Aella flipped her off over my right shoulder, which caused me to smile.

“With me,” I said as I stopped in the darkest part of the lot, which just so happened to be one of my favorite places to come out when I was working and catch a few minutes of fresh air after surgeries. “As in, on the same page. Do you understand that you’re mine now?”

“I, uh, I…” she stuttered.

No, she didn’t understand.

But I’d make sure that she did before we left the parking lot.

“Where are we?” she asked as I kept walking us into the shadows.

“The hospital owns all this land back here,” I explained as I stopped us just short of the concrete, right next to a bench that I’d had installed just for me. “Future developmental opportunities.”

“Wow,” she said. “Is that a bench?”

I sat on it, then pulled her down into my lap, her back to my chest.

“Sure is,” I said as I started to untie the string at her waist that was holding up her unshapely scrubs.

One thing I could say about the eyesores was that they gave me plenty of access to slip my hand down her pants.

My fingers slipped underneath the tiny band of her panties, then kept sliding until I had two fingers on the outside lips of her sex, and one between the split, skating over her clit to her juicy center.

“So wet for me,” I teased, fucking over the moon at how well she responded to me.

“I’ve been leaking you all day,” she whispered.

That had my dick painfully hard.

“We should probably discuss birth control,” I mused as I filled her with my finger.

“Later,” she breathed. “We’ll discuss that later.”

Maybe we would.

Maybe we wouldn’t.

Maybe I liked playing with fire.

“Oh,” she gasped and cried out, her legs spreading as wide as my thighs on either sides of her own would let her.

I shifted her forward slightly and used my free hand to pull my cock out of my pants, stroking it twice before pulling my fingers free of her pussy and forcing her to stand.

She was gasping in surprise when I pulled her pants down to mid-thigh, and then crying out for an altogether different reason when I pulled her back into my lap and forced her to sit on my cock.

“You make me so full, Chevy.” She circled her hips. “God.”

“Not God, baby,” I teased. “Just a normal man.”

That had her laughing, her head falling back onto my shoulder, giving me unencumbered access to that delicate throat of hers.

“The fact that you think you’re normal,” she drew in a deep breath when my mouth started to skim down the length of her throat. “Is absurd.”

I allowed my hand to smooth down the length of her belly, curling over her mound, to shift between her thighs.

My fingers split where I filled her with my cock, the heel of my palm pressing down gently on her clit as she continued to swirl her hips.

“Me and normal don’t usually go together,” I agreed. “You’re right.”

She drew in a deep breath when I forced her to sit forward in my lap and reached for each of her hips.

“Ride me,” I encouraged.

She lifted herself up and sat back down, a hiss leaving her throat.

“You’re so deep like this,” she whispered.

“Fuck, I wish I could see you right now,” I grumbled. “When we get back to my place, we’re fucking all night with the lights on so I can see exactly what I do to you.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered as she started to pick up her rhythm.

“You close, pretty baby?” I asked, squeezing her ass a little tighter.

Her increase in pace only caused my balls to draw up in reaction, readying to unleash inside of her the moment that she came.

“Yes,” she hissed out. “So close.”

I yanked her down harder and faster, taking over everything.

She was being quiet, but that didn’t stop the obvious sounds of sex from filling the night air around us.

“Oh, I’m going to come,” she whispered. “I’m so close, Chevy.”

“Come for me, pretty baby,” I urged. “Let me feel you clamp down on my cock.”

She threw her head back, and the end of her ponytail tickled my bared belly as she started to pulse around me.

Hot squeezes of her sex caused me to follow right along with her, unable to stop myself.

Not that I would’ve wanted to try.

What’s the point in holding off when I’d gotten her off?

Just the idea of her coming set off a chain reaction inside of me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as I continued to fuck her through both of our orgasms.

Finally, I settled her into my lap completely, wrapped both of my arms around her, and pulled her in close.

I buried my face into her back and tried to relearn how to breathe.

It was long moments later when the lights from a vehicle flashed across us for a short second.

I grinned when I saw her bared thighs, but still went ahead and helped her up off of me.

Tucking my wet cock into my pants, I quickly helped her adjust her own clothes, then caught her hand with mine and said, “Come on. We’re going to my place.”

“Where is your place?” she questioned.

I slipped my hand into her front pocket and produced her phone.

“What’s your code?” I asked.

She gave it to me without question, and soon I was typing my contact details into her phone. Along with those of every member of the MC that I knew off the top of my head—which, surprisingly, was quite a few.

When I was done, I slipped it back into her pocket and said, “I live on the lake in a houseboat.”

“You what?” she gasped, eyes wide.

I explained where I lived, along with how I’d gotten the house in the first place.

“My dad died and left multiple parcels of land, all of which he’d bought in preparation to build a McMansion on it. He died, and the parcels were given to myself and my brothers.”

“Not your sister?” She sounded so offended that I had to snort.

“She didn’t want it,” I admitted. “She hates the lake, and everything that place represents.”

I paused, wondering how much to tell her about my dad and how he’d treated my sister. But then I’d have to explain about Copper, too.

“You have this weird look on your face,” she said, squinting at me.

We got to my bike, and I mounted it, frowning hard when I thought about the lack of helmet.

I hated the suffocating feeling of having one on my head.

But the thought of me not having one didn’t sit nearly as bad with me as the thought of her not having one.

I was a good rider.

I paid attention.

However, the thought of Aella possibly getting hurt while on the back of my bike sent a panic like I’d never felt before tunneling through me.

“I was trying to decide how much to tell you about my fucked-up family,” I admitted.

Her eyes looked curious, but she didn’t push.

In the end, I gave her a condensed version of the full truth.

“My dad abused my sister, and Copper walked in on him doing that. Copper understandably lost his shit, and beat my dad to death with his bare hands. Since my dad was a bigwig in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, he had a lot of people on his side that had a lot of money lining their pockets. Copper was sentenced to a hefty sentence and only got out fairly recently,” I explained quickly.

Aella studied me for a long moment before saying, “I hope that your sister is okay now, and that she doesn’t blame herself for her brother going to jail.” She looked down at her feet for a long second before saying, “I’ve done a whole lot worse.”

Intrigued, I was about to ask her to elaborate when I heard a screech. “Where have you been?”

We both looked up to see a woman who looked nothing like Aella running toward her yelling, “Sister!”

Aella grinned widely and started jogging toward her twin.

Though how they were twins, I would never know.

The background check that Apollo had run on Aella was thorough.

I knew everything there was to know about her that was out there to find, but this was one conundrum I wouldn’t be able to understand without asking.

The two women met, and I watched in amusement as they twirled around each other and spoke over each other a mile a minute.

It was when they finally ran out of breath that the woman, Silver, turned to me and said, “Is this the man that you’ve been crushing on since forever?”

I grinned wickedly, but Aella didn’t find her sister nearly as amusing as I did and slapped the crap out of her across the arm.

Silver laughed as she placed her hand on her arm.

Aella glared hard at her sister.

“Y’all want to get dinner?” Silver asked.

Aella turned to me. “You want food?”

I never turned down food.

Plus, I wanted to know everything there was to know about this sister of hers, seeing as I wasn’t planning on letting Aella go.

“Always.”