Page 10 of Haze (Serpents of Chaos MC #2)

HAZE

“Can we talk?” I ask later that night, and Luella nods, opening her door for me to enter.

I’ve been handling all of this wrong. To move forward, we need to talk about our past, and ignoring it isn’t fucking working.

I’m not someone who likes to talk about how they feel.

I don’t know any bikers in our clubhouse who do, but if I want Luella, I’m going to have to give her something.

Right now, I’m putting myself out of my comfort zone, forcing myself to have an honest conversation.

Communication is key, right? I heard Ora say that once.

I’d rather communicate how I feel about her by laying her back on the bed and tasting her pussy until she screams my name and figures out she’s mine , but maybe I can do that afterward.

I haven’t fucked anyone since I saw her at that clubhouse party, and for someone who usually fucks multiple women every night, it’s been a big change for me.

But she’s worth it, and I’m going to prove that.

Sex chases away my demons, and without it, I have to face them. A big part of that is having to accept the reality about my sister, Aspen. I haven’t mentioned her to Luella since we reconnected, and neither has she.

My sister has been the elephant in the room between us, and I think it’s time we both said our peace.

Luella sits on the bed, perched right on the edge, looking uncomfortable as hell. I take the chair next to the bed.

“Why don’t you ever ask about Aspen?” I start, licking my suddenly dry lips. Her green eyes widen at my question, and she starts to wring her hands together.

“I mean, what is there to say? We were best friends until we weren’t. And then you moved away. I haven’t seen or heard from her since.”

I suppose for her, it was that simple.

She got to walk away from her childhood best friend, but as her brother, I didn’t have that luxury.

“Aspen had started taking hard-core drugs, which I’m guessing you knew about.

I don’t know if you knew how bad it had gotten, though, because she had turned her back on you by then.

But my mom found her with track marks on her arm.

That’s why we moved away,” I explain. “You know she tried to blame you, saying you got her into the drugs.”

Her brows furrow. “I’ve never done any of those drugs in my life, not back then and definitely not now.”

“I know.”

But back then, I did wonder. The two of them did everything together, so why not this?

“I didn’t want to move,” I continue. “I didn’t want to leave you, but…”

I take her hand and rest it on my thigh, caressing her knuckles with my thumb.

“We moved and got her into rehab. But over the years, things never got any better. She was in and out of rehab and would go missing. I love my sister, but she made our lives harder. And then Mom died, and it was all on me.”

“I didn’t know your mom had passed. I’m so sorry,” she whispers, looking down at our hands. “How is Aspen now?”

“She’s in and out of rehab,” I admit, swallowing hard. “She comes and stays at my house sometimes. She was there a few weeks ago but disappeared again.”

Luella stays silent, processing.

The thing is, back then, Aspen blamed Luella for anything and everything. She suddenly had a real chip on her shoulder about her friend and told me Luella was the one who got her addicted, and that if it weren’t for Luella, things would be different.

I know now that it was all lies. I don’t know why, but she had become Aspen’s scapegoat to take any responsibility for her getting in with the wrong crowd.

It was easier for me back then to let go of Luella and have a fresh start with my mother and sister in the hope that things would get better.

They didn’t.

And I lost the girl I love in the process.

“Trying to help her consumed me for a long time,” I confess, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my thighs. “If I’m being honest, it still does. But I never forgot you, baby girl. Never.”

“That might be true, but you also didn’t do anything about it, did you, Haze?

Instead, you’ve been here fucking anything that walks and living your best life.

You never wanted me. If you did, you would have come and got me.

” She takes a deep, shaky breath. “I’m sorry about Aspen and your mom.

I’m sorry your sister still hurts you with her choices.

Trust me, I never thought that she’d…” she trails off, and although I want to correct her, I let her speak.

I did want her—more than anything.

“But if it were up to me, Haze, I would have been there for you through all of that.”

“I know,” I rasp, moving off the chair and sitting next to her on the bed.

And I know she must have been on her own.

Her parents were useless, and she was an only child.

I left her alone to figure life out at only sixteen and looking back, that kills me.

It’s why I made sure she got her bakery.

I had to know that at least one of her dreams had come true.

I tried to make it up to her.

“Why do you think I stayed away, Luella? I was a mess. I’m still a fucking mess…

” With a deep sigh, I cup her cheek and lift her chin so she has no choice but to look at me.

“You deserved better. You had your bakery, and you had a good, safe life. But the second you walked into this clubhouse, into my world, all that changed. You’re mine .

You’ve always been mine , and nothing is ever going to change that. ”

Before she can stop me, I lean forward to press a soft kiss to her mouth. When she doesn’t push me away, I deepen the kiss, groaning when I get my first taste of her in thirteen fucking years.

I was the first person to kiss Luella, and now I’m going to be the last.

Her hands hold onto my shoulders as she kisses me back, her tongue dancing with mine. She tastes just like I remember, like fucking sweet peaches.

For the first time in a long time, I feel a sense of hope.

Maybe there is a happy ending for a man like me.

I’ve had plenty of women—lust comes easy when you wear a patch—but none of them have ever felt like this. This is something else entirely, something I could spend my whole life chasing and never find again.

Sex has always been a distraction for me, but Luella is so much more than just that. She’s fucking everything. There’s a pull to this woman, a tether, something deeper than just history connecting us.

And it terrifies me.

I’m not the boy she once knew. She needs to get to know the man I want to be for her. I need to stop fucking up and just take what’s always been mine .

Luella straddles me, not breaking our kiss, and my hands cup the globes of her ass.

I’ve been wanting to do that for so fucking long.

I adjust her so she can feel my hard cock sliding against her pussy, the material of our clothing doing nothing to hide the heat.

She slowly starts to ride me, and I feel like a teenager all over again.

“Fuck,” I grit out, pulling down her top and admiring her tits in her black lace bra.

She pushes into my touch, seeking more, so I slide the cups down and suck on her sweet pink nipples until she’s squirming.

“Haze,” she moans.

Unable to take it any longer, I pull off her top and bra completely, taking her in. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.

Lifting her off my lap, I lay her back on the bed and slide her pink sweatpants down her legs. Kneeling in front of the bed, I spread her creamy thighs and run my nose over her black panties, breathing her in. Sliding the scrap of lace to the side, I don’t waste any time, needing to taste her.

“Haze,” she whimpers as I begin to lick her pussy until her legs start to shake. I could do this for hours. She’s so fucking sweet that I hum between licks.

I make sure I put my tongue ring to work, gliding the metal ball over her clit. “Be a good girl for me and come all over my tongue.”

“Yes,” she moans, keeping her gaze locked on me.

“That’s it… look at me when you scream my name.”

A few seconds later, she’s coming all over my face, calling out my name, and I lap it all up, enjoying every second of it. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come for me, Luella.”

I’m about to fuck her and show her she’s mine when a sudden knock at the door has me pulling her under me, shielding her naked body with mine.

“Lu, get ready, we’re going out!” Lore, the bastard, calls out. He knocks again. “Wear whatever you want. I’m in the mood for a fight.”

My head snaps from the door to her, my eyes narrowing at the amusement in hers. I’m about to tell Lore she’s not fucking going anywhere when he adds, “You said you wanted to get laid, so you better hurry up before all the good dicks are taken.”

Motherfucker.

My jaw clenches, and her amusement fades when she takes in my expression. “You were going to go out and fuck someone?”

“I was going to the club to have a night out.” She smirks, raking her teeth over her bottom lip. “Lore and the twins said they’d come.”

“Lu—”

She lifts her hand. “I don’t see a ring on this finger, Haze. I can do what I want, just as you’ve been doing what you want.”

Goddammit!

That fire in her makes me even harder.

I raise my voice to call out to Lore, my soon-to-be-dead brother. “She’s already found the best dick.”

There’s a long pause and then a deep laugh. “Lu, yell out now if you need to be saved!”

I arch my brow, silently daring her.

She just smiles widely.

And fuck if it doesn’t light up my life.