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CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

Rory

“Are they going to do that the whole trip?” I ask, watching Scythe and Kracken trade spots again. They’ve been alternating where they ride since we left the Dallas clubhouse. One of them is in front of us, the other behind us.

“Yeah, they’re the club’s Enforcer and SAA,” he replies, glancing at me. “This is not a bad ride.”

“Grampy and I swapped out the suspension that was originally in it,” I admit. “He wanted me to have all the comforts of home while I traveled.”

Sassy chooses that moment to meow before she jumps off my lap and heads to the back.

“She’s well-behaved,” he states. “Hopefully, how she acts will rub off on the two little heathens back home.”

“There are other cats?” I question. “Do you think they’ll get along?”

“Don’t see why not. My sister found them one day and even though they weren’t bottle fed, she’s babied them since she brought them home. When I left Roanoke, they were back at the clubhouse because they were painting the house and Brick didn’t want her to be exposed to the fumes. It’s possible they’re back home now, but be prepared because they pop up all over the place when they’re at the clubhouse.”

I snicker because Sassy is what is called a ‘tree climber’ and she loves to find somewhere to roost where she can watch everything without being bothered. “Sounds like they’ll get along just fine.”

“Are you okay right now or do we need to stop for the day?” he suddenly asks. “I notice you’re wincing more as the miles go by.”

“Can’t slip anything by you, can I?” I tease.

I still marvel over how easy it is to be with him. There’s no angst, no walking on eggshells, just understanding and genuine concern. While he hasn’t touched me since I was taken, he holds me close every single night and we talk. I know how his sister was taken, how all of them were made to believe she was dead, how she was found years later when another club came in and told Brick, the club president, he had to go find her.

Now, she’s the president’s ol’ lady and I won’t lie, I’m nervous about meeting her. She’s the long-lost club princess, and I’m just me. Plus, she’s pregnant and is due at any time. I’ve never been around babies, so I’m worried about that as well. I’ve shared my worries with Banshee under the cover of darkness, and while he understands them, he tells me not to stress, Ryleigh will love me, and I’ll love her.

I guess we’ll see.

“Rory? You ready to stop? One of the places Facet gave me is coming up. We can settle early for the night, maybe grill some burgers or something.”

Sighing, I nod. While I feel better than I did two weeks ago and can finally see out of both eyes, my ribs are still painful. Which sucks, because being wrapped up in Banshee’s arms every night, I can tell he wants me, but he won’t act on it since I’m still in pain.

He signals that we’re going to pull off at the next exit and I watch Scythe motion back that he understands the message. I swear, these men can have full conversations without opening their mouths. I think it’s a superpower or something.

“I’m impressed that they were able to put the tent up so quickly,” I say as I clean up the rest of dinner. Before we left, Banshee went out and grabbed a four-person tent and two air mattresses, along with a compressor thing so they could blow them up. They’re set up not too far from us and have done multiple ‘perimeter checks’ according to Scythe. Guess that’s just a habit they have; I know I feel safer with them than I have in a very long time.

“Told you we hunted and fished off the land,” he teases, emptying the garbage. “Be right back, babe. Why don’t you get a shower, and we’ll watch a movie or something.”

I grin because he knows that I typically watch something on my laptop before I fall asleep. I’m sure it’s going to be cozy in my loft, but as close as we typically sleep, I think we’ll manage just fine. Grabbing my nightgown from my bag since I haven’t emptied it yet, I head into the bathroom to take my shower.

As I exfoliate, shave, then wash my body, I hum a mindless song. “I’m happy, Grampy,” I whisper while rinsing myself. “He makes me happier than I thought was possible.”

While I don’t get a verbal response, a feeling of peace rushes through me and I know it’s my grampy giving his approval. “Yeah, he’s a good man. Society may look at him and think otherwise because of his appearance, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, he’d protect me with his life.”

Hours later, I wake up wrapped in Banshee’s arms. After the movie, we talked, and I fell asleep in the middle of telling him something. Now, though I can feel his erection pressed against my back and based on the slickness I feel on my thighs, I realize I’m as turned on as he is.

Time to put Operation Fuck Me into play. Reaching back, I find his dick and begin stroking it, smiling in the darkness when I feel it harden further. “Babe, we can’t, your ribs,” he says, his voice husky. Whether it’s with sleep or desire is up for debate, but I don’t care right now.

“Research shows that orgasms are beneficial for lessening pain,” I tell him, continuing my ministrations. Right now, I’m glad I have a nightgown on with no panties as I press my ass against him.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, kissing the spot on my neck that drives me wild. “We don’t have a lot of room, but I think we can work around that fact.”

His hand roams the front of my body, stroking and plucking at my nipples until they’re erect, before he moves down to the apex of my thighs. “Mmmm,” I moan out as his fingers part my folds.

“You’re so wet,” he says as one finger penetrates my sheath while his thumb lightly strokes my clit.

“Only for you,” I reply, allowing the feelings to build. In my current position, I’m virtually helpless, which I find I like.

When he gently pulls my upper leg back over his, I can feel the head of his dick at my entrance. Pushing back slightly, I let him know without words I need him inside me. As he slowly enters me, I moan, feeling the slight burn despite my obvious desire. “God, you feel different in this position,” I manage to pant out. “You’re hitting something inside I’ve never felt before.”

He chuckles then replies, “Thinking it’s your G-spot, babe.”

“Well, it feels fucking fantastic.”

Even though he started out slow which was driving me crazy, his pace begins to quicken, and I do what I can to help, moving my hips back and forth. His hand is stroking me everywhere he can reach, but when he suddenly starts stroking my clit, my orgasm rushes over me and I keen out his name, uncaring that his two brothers are virtually outside. Maybe they hear us, maybe they don’t, but I don’t really care right now as pure pleasure flows through me.

He rolls us slightly so I’m now on my stomach and despite one slight grunt when he bumps his head on the top of the RV, he never stops moving as he chases his own release. “Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he grunts out, his hands gripping my hips. Despite his hold, I can feel his thumbs stroking my ass as another orgasm starts to build.

“I’m going to come again,” I manage to stammer. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t,” he promises, his pace quickening even more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he stops, planted to the root. I can feel my pussy clenching his dick and it pushes me over the edge once again as I cry out his name.

Long, breathless moments later, he slips from me then rolls so he’s now standing below me. When I roll, I feel more wetness than normal then cringe, worried about what he’s going to think.

“Can’t clean you up the way I normally would,” he says, pulling me out of the loft and into his arms. “But having you squirt was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever felt in my life.” Then, he kisses me, and I can feel what he’s not saying.

Once we separate, I ask, “I squirted?” I mean, I’ve read about it, but never expected it to happen to me.

He smirks then replies, “Yeah, babe. Go get cleaned up and I’ll change the sheets. And stop blushing, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Rory. Like I said, hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Since my back is to him, I roll my eyes but grab another nightgown then head to the bathroom to clean myself up.

Once we’re back in bed, this time with me draped over him, he grips my jaw in his hand and says, “I love you, Rory. Some may say it’s too soon, but with the life I live and what I’ve experienced, I don’t want to waste any time.”

I blink back tears while looking at him. Leaning in, I kiss his lips and reply, “I love you, too, Banshee.”