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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ELSIE

Mixing the ingredients in the bowl, ready for me to make some cookies for everyone, I wait for Kane to return. He left to go on a run a few hours ago, so I decided to make some cookies for the kids and the members.

Ruthie and Ricky are outside with Dutch and Una, so I know they are safe. Being cooped up in the clubhouse can be overwhelming at times, especially when you are not used to it.

I appreciate everything the club is doing for us, keeping us safe and looking for Alan. It unsettled me seeing how angry he was when he came to my house that day and threatened me and the kids. I have seen him angry over the years, but that day he was livid. It was like he somehow knew that I knew what had happened to Nigel.

When I was told that he was dealt with, I wasn’t stupid in thinking they made him leave and move to a different part of England. They made him disappear for good. I am not one to condone violence, but some people just bring it on themselves.

Once the first batch is mixed up and I’ve added the right amount to the tray, I place them in the oven before moving on to a different flavour. I’m no professional baker by any means, but I make a mean cookie, or so the kids have told me.

Since moving away and starting fresh, I have learned to cook better for me and the kids, plus they enjoy being my little taste test dummies.

“Fucking hell, what smells good in here?” I turn around, smiling as Fritz steps into the kitchen with a man I have never seen before.

“Cookies. The first batch is in, and I am making more,” I reply to him.

“Well, hello there, sexy. Who the fuck are you and why are you not already on your knees for me, babe?” The unknown man steps closer, and I freeze.

“Fuck,” Fritz mutters as he sits down. “Box, step the fuck off, brother. She is off limits,” he sighs.

Fritz is an older guy; still handsome for his age, with his silver fox vibe going on. Picture Jeffrey Dean Morgan with greyer hair and you will have Fritz.

Box eyes me like I am his next meal. My stomach tightens as he steps closer.

“I see no cut or mark, brother. She is free game,” he smarts off.

“If you value your life you will step the fuck away from my brother’s woman,” comes a growl. My head spins around to see Dutch standing in the doorway.

Box’s eyes go wide, flitting from Dutch back to me.

“You belong to Solo?” I nod, shrinking a little from the glint in his eyes that unsettle me. “Well, fuck me, the big fucker caught a nice piece of arse.”

“Speak about Elsie like that again and me and you will have big problems, Box. Now back the fuck off.”

The second Box steps back, we hear a loud commotion out in the main room. The men run as my stomach drops into my shoes and a dreadful feeling settles in my body.

I follow behind them, and a gasp leaves my mouth when I see Adele already working on Kane, who is bleeding from his shoulder.

“Kane.” I rush to him.

When I reach him, his eyes connect with mine, and I see that he is pissed off. It makes me believe that this wound is because of me and the trouble I have brought to the club.

“This is my fault. Alan did this, right?” My voice is quiet, shaky from fear.

“He did. I found the weasel but he shot me and got away.” He grunts and glares at Adele when she hurts him a little while stitching him up.

My friend just grins at him, showing she’s not scared. “Stop being a baby, you big ape.”

Kane scoffs and takes a big gulp of the whiskey in his hand.

“We should leave, Kane,” I murmur, my stomach rolling at the idea, but I can’t keep putting the club in danger. “I hate that I am the reason you are getting hurt.” I wrap my arms around my stomach, holding myself together and failing.

In a flash, Kane is on his feet, much to Adele’s dismay. He steps to me, still looking angry, and tosses me over his shoulder. I let out a yelp, but he doesn’t stop his steps as he leaves the main room.

“Kane, put me down right now.” I slap his bare back, and the heat from his skin soaks into my palms.

A giggle escapes me when I hear someone shout, “Don’t be silly, wrap your willy!”

We reach his room and he finally sets me on my feet. His gaze is dark and intense, but the arousal floats around and it is aimed at me. His hands reach for his big belt buckle. He opens it, along with the buttons and zipper of his jeans. He toes off his boots, then socks, all while keeping his heated gaze locked on me.

Like a red-blooded female, my body becomes hot and flushed. My knickers are wet as my body pulses with need for him.

“Need to fuck that guilt out of you, baby. Hands and knees on the bed, now,” he growls, and I shiver. “Remove the clothes.”

I do as he says as my body comes alive. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard with desire for him. Fuck me, he does this to me and I love it. This man makes me feel desired and safe all in one swift move.

Quickly, I remove my clothes, watching as he grips his thick cock in one hand, pleasuring himself while he watches me undress. Damn, that is hot. A pearl of pre-cum leaks from the tip, before dribbling down on his fist. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at seeing him do this.

“You like this, baby? Me wanking my cock for you?” I nod, my words trapped in my throat.

“Maybe you can suck my cock later. Let me come down your throat, and you take it all like a good girl for me.” His words make my pussy pulse, and I quickly move to the bed.

On my hand and knees, I present my arse for him and he growls, stepping closer. His large hands settle on my cheeks, parting them while he keeps his focus on my pussy. A new shiver ripples through my body when he presses this thumb to my virgin arsehole.

“I am taking this soon, Elsie. I am going to fuck you good in the arse, staking a claim on all of your holes.” I can only nod to him.

He inches closer, lining his throbbing cock up at my dripping entrance, and slams in, stealing my breath. I cry out his name, then moan deep in my throat as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, I love how tight you are. Best pussy to work around my cock.” He grunts as he thrusts in and out of me.

My breasts sway and my elbows lock to keep me upright while he fucks me. I love this side of him. He was gentle the last time, but this, this is something I could get used to.

“Harder,” I pant.

“My woman wants it hard and fast, she gets it hard and fast.”

He fucks me like the beast he is. I cry out his name while he grunts and growls mine, muttering words like ‘ I am his’ and ‘ no fucker will touch what belongs to him ’.

His hands leave my hips and move to my shoulders, using my body as an anchor for his harder thrusts. My body reacts to the new angle and I cry out as my orgasm slams into me like a train.

“Yes!” he bellows as he comes. His cock pulses inside of me, filling me with his seed.

“Oh, shit,” I breathe, falling onto my stomach, my arms going weak.

Kane falls down next to me. I wince when he slips from my body. His big arms pull me to his body, my head using his bicep as a pillow. We are both breathing pretty heavily as we lie on the bed without speaking.

Seconds, perhaps minutes tick by before he speaks.

“No more feeling guilty, okay? You belong to me and the club, and we protect what is ours.”

I nod against his body, and the urge to be sassy floods me.

“But I liked you fucking the guilt out of me,” I joke.

His chest rumbles with laughter, then he pinches my hip gently.

“I will fuck you any way you want, baby. Just say the word.”