Page 12 of Spider (Hades Abyss MC #1)

Luciana

When the man had knocked on the door, I’d been too scared to open it.

Then he’d said that Spider was hurt and I’d thrown open the door, no longer caring if the man posed a threat to me.

All I knew was that if Spider was injured, then I needed to get to him.

At the clubhouse, I’d seen the massive amount of blood and I’d worried that he would die.

He was still paler than usual, even though it had been five days since the shooting.

His son, Ryker, had come and gone, and I couldn’t exactly say I was sad to see him leave.

Spider was still taking it easy, but that was mostly due to me fretting over him.

The looks he’d cast my way clearly said he’d rather be up and handling club business, but I’d pulled the “worried pregnant woman” card and I wasn’t ashamed of it in the least. It hadn’t taken me long to learn that he would do what he could to protect me, even if it meant keeping me as stress free as possible.

“Maybe you should go see your sister,” Spider suggested as he flipped through the channels on the TV.

“Are you trying to get rid of me so you can sneak away to the clubhouse?”

He gave me a sideways glance. “Maybe.”

“Dread said you needed to rest and heal. What part of that is so difficult for you?”

“The part where the asshole club that shot me is still out there. The part where I have no fucking clue what to do about your father and need to meet with Casper to discuss it. The part where I can’t stand sitting on the fucking couch watching movies all Goddamn day.”

I folded my arms and stared at him with my lips pursed. “Is that all?”

He snorted, then chuckled, only to wince in pain.

It proved my point that he wasn’t ready to dive back into things headfirst, but I knew he was a stubborn man.

A proud man, not being able to handle everything was bothering him.

He was a leader, but the kind who liked to get his hands dirty.

I was learning that Spider would never ask one of his men to do something he himself wasn’t prepared to do, or that he hadn’t already done in the past.

“Is it so horrible?” I asked.

“What? Being shot?”

“Staying here with me all day,” I said softly.

His gaze locked on me and he reached out a hand, beckoning for me to come closer.

I carefully sat next to him, not want to make him hurt more than he already did.

Spider reached up and loosened my bun, wrapping the length of my hair around his fingers.

I’d noticed he seemed fascinated with it, which was the only reason I hadn’t cut it off yet.

He gave my hair a tug and I leaned in closer.

When his lips brushed against mine, I couldn’t hold back my sigh of pleasure.

I’d been so careful not to do anything that might hurt him, but I’d missed his kisses.

I worried about him pulling or ripping his stitches, but as his mouth moved against mine, everything faded away except the taste and feel of him.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I never meant to make you feel like I don’t want to be here with you.”

“I know you didn’t exactly choose me, that I was forced on you, but I care about you, Trent. I don’t like seeing you in pain, and I’m worried you’ll hurt yourself more if you don’t slow down and rest.”

His thumb caressed my jaw. “Whether I planned to claim you or not, you’re mine.

That means I have a responsibility to not just keep you safe, but I want you to be happy too.

I didn’t care with Ryker’s mom, and that’s on me.

I was young and stupid. I also felt like she trapped me with her pregnancy.

I went into this thing with you with my eyes wide open, Luciana. I’m here because I want to be.”

“I like having you home,” I admitted. “Even if we just watch movies or take a nap together. It’s nice having you close.”

“Then I’ll take as much time as Dread suggests and we’ll spend those days together. Maybe we can even leave the compound and do something that doesn’t require a lot of activity. With my advanced years I can see why everyone is so worried.”

I narrowed my eyes. “If you hadn’t been shot twice, I’d be tempted to hit you right now. Advanced years? Really?”

He grinned and I knew he’d said it on purpose, knowing how much it irritated me.

Ryker had made a huge deal of the age difference between us, and I’d watched it take a toll on Spider.

While he was quick to say he was too old for me, I knew it hurt to hear someone else voice that same opinion.

It had to be weird knowing his dad would be raising another kid, one younger than Ryker’s own son, but it hadn’t been enough reason for him to be so rude.

The longer I lived with Spider, the more I found myself speaking out about what I wanted.

Not just with the man I was married to, but with the others as well.

When Ryker had shown up and gotten loud with me, I hadn’t cowered, though that might have had something to do with the fact his dad had been shot and I was too worried about Spider to think about being afraid of everyone else.

But I knew a good dose of my confidence just had to do with being out from under my father’s thumb.

I’d noticed some changes in Violeta as well. The good kind.

“I don’t like being cooped up in the house,” he said. “We should go somewhere. Is there anything you need?”

I fingered my hair. “I’d thought of getting a haircut.”

He stared at my long tresses and a look of longing crossed his face.

“But since you seem to like it so much, I guess I’ll keep it the way it is,” I said.

“No. If you want to get it cut, then you should. I’m not going to dictate how you style your hair, or what clothes you wear. I want you to do whatever makes you happy, Luciana.”

“Being with you is what makes me happy,” I said. “You’ve given me a home, Spider. A place where I feel safe.”

He grumbled.

“Sorry. Trent. It’s just… you don’t seem like a Trent to me. Spider suits you.”

“If you would prefer to call me Spider, that’s fine. But you’re welcome to call me Trent when it’s just us.” He placed a hand over my belly. “I should take you to the doctor. Make sure everything’s all right.”

“I think you need more time at home before we venture out anywhere. I know you think you’re invincible, but you aren’t.”

“Luciana --”

I held up my hand. “What happens to me and this baby if you die? I know you think everyone will let us stay here, will take care of us, but they’ll pick a new President, right? What if he doesn’t want us here?”

He just stared and didn’t say anything. I licked my lips and leaned in a little closer.

“Spider, I need you. But it’s more than that. I want you. You make me feel safe, feel special. No one’s ever treated me the way you do, or made me feel the things I feel around you.”

He tugged my face toward his and kissed me again.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said.

“How much are you hurting right now?” I asked.

“Not much.”

I pulled away and studied him. He was a liar, but I knew he’d never admit to being in pain.

Maybe I could take his mind off his wounds for a bit.

I knelt between his legs. Slowly, I opened his pants and pulled out his cock.

His heated gaze tracked my movements as I stroked his shaft.

If cocks could be described as pretty, Spider’s would be beautiful.

I leaned down and lapped at the head before sucking him into my mouth.

He groaned and his hand went to my hair, fisting the strands as I wrapped my tongue around him and sucked long and hard.

It felt like forever since he’d been inside me, but I didn’t want to chance him straining himself or popping his stitches.

I cupped his balls and rolled them in my hand as I licked and teased him.

He gave my hair a tug until I’d taken all of him, the head of his cock pushing against the back of my throat.

He held me there and my eyes watered. His cock twitched and jerked in my mouth, then he pulled me off before urging me back down again.

I let him control my motions and soon his pre-cum was liberally coating my tongue.

“So good,” he murmured. “That’s it, baby girl. Take every inch.”

I could tell he was close, so I sucked harder. It wasn’t long before he growled and jet after jet of his hot cum filled my mouth. I swallowed it, then licked him clean.

“Bedroom,” he said.

“But we shouldn’t…”

He placed a finger over my lips.

“Bedroom, wife. We’ll work it out, but I’m not going to leave you unsatisfied.”

I nodded and rose to my feet. He still looked paler than usual and I knew he wasn’t healed enough for what he had in mind, but telling him that was useless.

The man would do what he wanted, for the most part.

I’d managed to keep him locked up in the house so far, but I knew time was running out.

He’d eventually go back to the clubhouse and take care of business as usual, whatever that meant.

I just hoped it didn’t involve more bullets.

I stayed close to his side in case he needed me, and when we got to the bedroom, I stripped off my clothes.

He’d only been wearing jeans around the house since his T-shirts rubbed against his stitches.

Spider quickly dropped them and kicked them away.

He got on the bed and knelt, then patted the mattress.

I climbed onto the bed, but I didn’t know what he planned to do.

With a nod of his head, he directed me to lie down in front of him.

Stretching out, I bracketed his body with my thighs and watched to see what he’d do next.

Spider reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out… a pink vibrator?

“When did you get that?” I asked.

“Next Day shipping,” he said. “I knew I couldn’t properly take care of you for a bit longer. Didn’t seem fair to make you wait. If you like this one, I can order more.”