Page 19 of Skully’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #2)

Madison

A s soon as the package arrives for him, I’m out of my chair.

Rushing down the hall to his room. I’ve been wanting to see him all day so I could apologize again for last night.

I didn’t mean to invade his privacy or make him uncomfortable.

I was turned on and wasn’t thinking beyond my need.

I wanted to rub my hands over him, show him how sexy I think he is.

But asking to see his legs was so stupid.

I didn’t even think how it would make him feel.

“Skully, it’s Maddy. I have your package.”

Another package. Every day something comes for him. But he never leaves the clubhouse, so that makes sense.

“You gonna stand out there all day or bring it in?”

The gruffness is back in his voice. I’d finally gotten through to him and now I’ve messed it all up.

I slowly turn the knob, steadying my nerves so I don’t trip as I walk through the door.

Just like usual, he’s sitting by his table.

His hand covered in ink. All of his incredible drawings scattered everywhere.

He’s amazingly talented. Ripper said he was going to have him give him a tattoo, hence all the boxes from the tattoo supply company.

The one I’m holding though is from P Holdings.

And there’s a sticker on it that says, “same day delivery.” So it must’ve been a rush order.

“Where do you want me to put it?”

He places his pen down and folds his hands over his lap.

“That one’s for you.”

For me? A tingle of excitement sweeps through my stomach, and now I’m filled with little flutters.

He got me a present. After what happened last night, I wasn’t sure he’d even talk to me.

But he had this rushed for me. Maybe he feels bad for sending me away.

He didn’t need to get me anything. I was the one in the wrong.

I walk over to his table and place it down, anxious to know what’s inside. The tape gives me a challenge, but I finally get it open.

“I take it, it’s not a giant bear,” I tease.

That was the first present he got me. The second present he gave me was a motorcycle helmet with the words Skully’s Property written on the side.

He brought me roses almost every day. And lots of cotton candy.

But my favorite out of all the gifts he gave me was the anklet.

The one that’s tucked inside my jewelry box.

Two little hearts hooked together like handcuffs.

I wore it every day until the day he told me never to come back.

Then I couldn’t handle the sight of it. It would make me cry every time I looked at it.

I weed through the packaging peanuts and pull out a long slender box.

The words “King Rabbit” are written on the side.

When I turn it around, I see the contents inside.

My heart starts to race. Little tingles spark across my skin as my panties start to grow damp.

It’s a dildo. Long and thick, close in size to Skully.

The anticipation of what he wants to do with it has me swaying.

Thankfully, the table catches my weight.

“Are you going to show me how this works?” The question comes out like a purr. I’m already out of breath with excitement.

“No. That’s for you. If you’re feeling horny and need some action, that’s what you can use.

I don’t want you knocking on my door anymore.

In fact, I want you to get someone else to start delivering my packages.

It’s over, Madison. Told you that before and I should’ve stuck to my guns.

This time, I’ll make sure to keep my distance. ”

Is he kidding me? After what happened between us, he’s going to pull the plug again?

Push me away? Pretend like I don’t exist?

He can’t tell me he didn’t feel it. It’s never been that intense between us.

It was wild and unhinged, and so fucking good.

But now, he’s breaking up with me again.

And he bought me a fucking dildo as a parting gift. What the fuck is that?

“If this is because of what I said, I’m sorry. I was turned on and wanted to see you. I didn’t mean any harm.”

“This isn’t because of that. This is because nothing’s going to happen between us, and I don’t want to lead you into thinking there is.”

“Tell me why not.” I don’t understand why he’s so resistant to the idea. If there’s something wrong with me, I’d really like to know.

He shakes his head, and the coldness in his glare sends a chill down my spine.

I feel like my emotions have been in a tug-of-war.

He wants me then he doesn’t. He’s hot, flaming hot, and then he’s ice cold.

I know deep down he wants me, but for some reason he won’t let himself, and I want to know why. He’s not a danger.

“It’s for the best.”

That’s it? That’s all he’s going to give me? He sounds like my father. No real explanation, always assuming he knows what’s best for me. I’d love it if for once in my life people would let me decide for myself what I think is best.

“You should probably start looking for employment elsewhere. I think it’s time for both of us to move on with our lives.”

And now he’s trying to take my job away from me just like my father. I love working here. I love what I’m doing. I love the people. And I’m a making a difference. Plus, I’ll never find a salary like this elsewhere. I’m not just struggling to get by, I’m living.

“I’m sorry, Skully. I’m sorry for what happened to you.

And I’m sorry that I can’t fix it. But I’m not sorry for the way I feel about you.

And I’m not going to quit. This job, this place, these men…

They’re my family now. If you don’t want to be a part of my family, I’m not going to force you.

But I’m not walking away. And just so you know, I’ll never move on.

My heart will always be yours. You don’t have to accept that, but it’s my truth. ”

I snatch the box up and turn, storming out of the room and slamming his door.

I go straight down to Shayna’s room, needing my friend.

She’s looking in her full-length mirror at the outfit she has on and there’s a pile of clothes on her bed like she’s been trying on clothes.

I wonder where she’s going. She looks so pretty. But she’s always pretty.

“Can I come in?”

Her eyes shift in the mirror, and as soon as she sees me, she turns, rushing over.

“What happened, Mads? What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong is the guy who just broke my heart again. He’s so determined to push me away that he can’t even see how good it is between us. He won’t let me in, and I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m trying to fight for him, to fight for us, but I’m losing hope.

“He gave me this.” I hold out the box. “And then he told me to leave him alone and to find someone else to take him his packages. Oh”—and I can’t forget—“and he told me I should start looking for another job so we can both move on with our lives.”

“So, he’s trying to push you away again?” Exactly. “And what’s this?” She looks into the box, but the dildo got buried in the packing peanuts on my way down to her room.

“My parting gift,” I state.

She goes to her bed and digs out the plastic cock. “He gave you a dildo?” She looks and sounds just as horrified as I am. And here I thought we were going to have some fun together. But nope, that’s the only dick I’m going to get from him from now on.

“Yep. He told me if I need a release, I should use that instead of knocking on his door.”

He failed to remember the fact that he was the one who snuck into my room and forced his mouth between my legs.

“Wow. I hate to say this because I know he’s been through a lot, but he’s an asshole.”

“I don’t disagree.”

“You know what I think?” She stiffens her chin. “I think he’s spooked by his feelings and is trying to push you away so he doesn’t have to face them.”

I think that’s obvious, but what I don’t know is how to break through the chains that are holding him back. If he’s insecure about his disability, he shouldn’t be. If he thinks I deserve some fancy life, I don’t. I never wanted anything other than him.

“Okay, so then what do I do?”

“You give him exactly what he wants. I’ll start delivering his boxes to him. And you start fucking that dildo, loud enough for him to hear you every night. If I had to put money on it, I’d say he’ll be breaking down your door before the week’s up.”

Based on how he just acted in his room, I’m not so sure.

“I’m serious, Mads.” She squeezes my hands, just like she always does.

Always so supportive and kind. Always having my back.

“Let him miss you. Let him fight for you for a change. You’re so damn amazing, and as soon as you start ignoring his grumpy ass, it’s going to eat him alive.

And if he doesn’t break, if he doesn’t bust down your door and claim you, then he’s an idiot and you’re better off letting him go. ”

God, I hope she’s right. But as the days pass, and the knock never comes, my hope fades.

And every day it gets harder and harder to get up and go into the office. Maybe it’s time to start looking for another job. It hurts too much to be here.