Bitter Sweet Deception (The Kingsmen M.C Book 4) (18 page)

“
I need you
,
”
 
I let out.

He pulls me down and rolls us to the center of the mattress, placing himself to fit between my arms, my legs. Every inch of my body attaches to him, not able to get close enough. I hear him kick his boots off, and my hands fumble their way down to his belt.

“
You got me
,
”
 
his scratchy voice whispers.

My skin is on fire beneath his lips, ignited and burning. We work together to maneuver his jeans down past his legs, until they join his boots on the floor. He pushes my babydoll tee up and out of the way, so his greedy mouth can latch to my ever sensitive crests. He sucks loudly, hungry for them. I squirm from the sensual torture, and move to wiggle myself from the sweat shorts
I’
m trapped in.

Clink moves to help, tearing at the fabric until they are down far enough for me to work myself free. His hands are kneading everywhere, my thighs, my hips, my ass. I close my eyes and feel them everywhere.

His teeth close around my nipple and I gasp, my eyes rolling back. My body arching into him, urging him on.

“
Ther
e’
s my little vixen
,
”
 
he laughs into my skin.
 “
I was wondering when she was gonna come out
.
”

I pull his head up from my breast.
 “
Less wondering, more doing
,
”
 
I implore.

He rips the t-shirt from over my head and moves to hover over me. My thighs spread for him, centered between them. His dick is growing hard, and my body begins to pulse, aching for it.

“
Oh,
I’
m gonna
do
more, Sugar. So is my tongu
e…
my cock, do
n’
t you worry about that
.
”

And true to form, his tongue goes to work. From my lips, down the line of my neck, back to my tits where he takes turns loving each one, kneading them as they plump themselves for him, teasing my scorching nipples with the hardness and the roughness of his velvety coating.

I begin to thrash, succumbing to him. His mouth moves south, leaving a glistening trail from under his lips. A trail that grows longer, inching closer to where h
e’
s going to wreck me to pieces.

Once there, he moans deep, his voice echoing between my legs. My hands move wildly through his growing hair, now shaggy enough again to grab hold. I feel the wetness slicked between us as he glides around and around, his trained tongue slipping into every fold and branding me with its heat.

“
My
  puss
y…,
”
 
he hums into me, the vibration of his words tickling me. He throws my leg up to have more access, and continues his feast.
 “
Say it
!
”

I push the breaths out,
 “
Yours
.
”

His fingers join the party, slipping and pushing, so his mouth can focus on where i
t’
s doing the most good. I bite my lip hard, holding my scream. The house is
n’
t ours alone anymore, and i
t’
s torture trying to hold it in. I bite on my hand as the shocks explode one after the other. Clink pulls my hand free from my mouth, swiftly replacing it with his lips.

His dick plunges full force into the still convulsing wetness, thrusting through wha
t’
s left of my orgasm.

“
Tha
t’
s right, Sugar. Come around my cock, and know that i
t’
s not the last time tonight
.
”

The panting helps to handle the raw pleasure h
e’
s taking in pushing me to the point of insanity. And once
I’
m there, he pulls back, leaving me reeling. I gasp to catch my breath.

“
You gonna ride my dick, baby, or am I gonna ride you
?
” He kisses my ear as he speaks into it, offering me a choice. I know his favorite. I know what he wants.

I lick my lips and sit up to my knees, our eyes level with each other. I reach down to stroke him, gliding over the remnants of myself on him.

“
Yo
u’
re gonna ride me. Yo
u’
re gonna ride me long and hard, and after I make you lose your fucking mind, yo
u’
re gonna hold me all night long
,
”
 
I threaten.

He swallows, eyes widening the tiniest bit. I know he loves it when I match him toe to toe.

“
Yes, m
a’
am
.
”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I dress in my scrubs for formalit
y’
s sake. My procedure is scheduled for early enough in the morning, that it coincides with what time I would normally leave the house for work. Clink is sprawled out, bare ass up with the sheets sprawled around him. The tattoos on his back expanding and contracting with each shallow, sleeping breath. I trail my finger over the ink, the moniker for the club that brought me to him.

He stirs,
 “
Sugar, you leaving
?
”

I take a deep breath
,“
Yeah.
I’
ll text you later.
I’
ll be bouncing around today, covering a bunch of floors, so do
n’
t try to find me if you visit Vince.
I’
ll be stuck for at least two shifts, s
o….
”

I hate lying to him. I hate knowing that the last words we share before things change are lies.

“
I got it covered, babe.
I’
ll take care of the kid
,
”
 
he mumbles half-awake into his pillow.

I nod in the pre-dawn darkened room. Tears begin to flow down my cheek. I bend to kiss him. His dry lips are weak, but sincere.
 “
I know you will
,
”
 
I tell him.
 “
I love you, Clink
.
”

“
I love you, too, Sugar
.
”

I turn to leave as the tears begin to fall freely. I open Brenda
n’
s door to see him sleeping in the exact same position as his daddy. Back up, sheets strewn about, little cheeks puffing as he breathes. The room is still dark enough where the night light is helpful. I place a kiss on top of his sleeping head.

“
I love you, kiddo
.
”

I hurry to leave the room before my sobs wake him. I leave my house key on the wall hook by the door and close it behind me.

******

CLINK

“
What do you
mean
,  sh
e’
s not scheduled today
?
”
 
the shift nurse in front of me looks scared.
 “
She left for work this morning
.
”

She searches the schedule once more,
 “
N
o…I’
m sorry, sh
e’
s not working for the next week
.
”

What the fuck?

“
I want to speak to your supervisor
.
”
 
Now the girl looks terrified.

“
Sh
e…
sh
-
”

“
Is there a problem here
?
”
 
An elderly woman in matching uniform joins us, taking the shaking clipboard from the younger woma
n’
s hands.

Maybe this woman can actually be of some use.
 “I’
m looking for my woman. Sh
e’
s a nurse here. Sh
e’
s working today
.
”

The nurse looks confused.
 “
I know who you are.
I’
ve seen you with Charlie. But, why are you down here? Sh
e’
s still in the O.R. You should be waiting in the family area up there
.
”

Finally, someone knows where she is.

I nod to her,
 “
Thank you for your help. You should teach that young one over there learn to read a schedule
.
”

The woman squints her eyes, as if
I’
ve just spoken a foreign language. Normally, I do
n’
t go bothering Sugar at work, but sh
e’
s not answering her phone. Li
l’
s started to go into labor right here, right in Vinc
e’
s room, and sh
e’
s been asking for her friend. I
t’
s not like Charlie to ignore so many calls. But, if sh
e’
s assisting in the O.R. today, I can understand why. No cell phones.

I follow the wall signs up to the fourth floor where the general operating waiting rooms are. Since when does Sugar work there?

The large room is sparsely filled with people trying to busy themselves. One woman sits in the corner knitting a blanket, another reads a magazine. Several men have their eyes glued to the muted television with news playing silently on it.

There is a nurses window at the far end of the room. I stand it at for a moment before one of the ladies working behind his takes notice.

“
Yes, can I help you
?
”
 
she nonchalantly asks.

“
‘I’
m looking for nurse Griffith. I was told sh
e’
s working here today
?
”
 
I make my request.

The woman looks at me and furrows her brow. What is it with people looking at me like that today?

“I’
m sorry? Nurse Griffith? We do
n’
t have a nurse Griffith on this floor
.
”
 
she informs me.

I’
m starting to get pissed!
 “
Nurse Charlie Griffith. Charlize Griffith
!
”

Her eyes slant, I can tell sh
e’
s a bitch and does
n’
t like my tone but I do
n’
t really give a shit.

“
Are you a relative
?
”
 
she asks coldly.

I nod,
 “I’
m her o
l’
man
.
”

She smiles bitchily.
 “I’
m sorry? O
l’
man? What is that exactly? Are you her father
?
”

I grit my teeth. This bitch is playing with me.
 “I’
m her
boyfriend
.  Is that easier to understand
?
”

She mockingly shakes her head.
 “I’
m sorry. We do
n’
t give out patient information to non-relatives
.
”

I slam my hand down on the ledge.
 “
Sh
e’
s not a goddamned patient! Sh
e’
s a nurse
!
”

“
Brian
?
”

I turn fast and hard to the person who spoke my name.

What the ever-loving fuck is she doing here?

“
Dana
?
”

Somethin
g’
s not right. Somethin
g’
s downright wrong, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. I see her eying the patches on my cut with curiosity. Ther
e’
s something hidden behind her eyes.

“
Tell me wha
t’
s going on. Now
,
”
 
I demand.

******

The wires going into and out of her body scare the shit out of me. The machines around her, scare me even more. But what scares me the most
,
watching her sleeping, is knowing that she was able to fool me into believing that she could never do what sh
e’
s done.

What am I supposed to feel right now? I want to shake her so hard that sh
e’
ll wake up so I can scream and fucking yell at her for everything sh
e’
s done. I want to thank God that sh
e’
s all right and hold her and tell her sh
e’
s gonna be OK. I want to go back in time to the day she stepped into the yard, looking for her car, and tell her to go fuck herself and take off. But wha
t’
s sick is, I want to go back to the moment I told her I loved her and stay there forever.

Sh
e’
s a liar.

She came here to ruin someone. An
d…
she did. Sh
e’
s fucking ruined
me
.

Everything she said, everything she did. All a part of her game. None of it was real.
I’
ve done some pretty fucked-up shit in my time. But I never would have believed that someone was capable of this. I
t’
s evil. I
t’s…
.

I ca
n’
t. I ca
n’
t go there. I
t’
s done.
I’
m
done.

“
Clink
?
”

I’
ve had my head in my hands and did
n’
t even see her start to wake. She moves. Her face winces in pain and I just want to grab out to her and hold her to help her through it.

But I do
n’
t.

I do
n’
t answer her. I just stare. She closes her eyes, and tears begin to roll softly down her cheeks. I can see her throat clenching and spasming from the quiet sobs. We do
n’
t speak. I just watch her cry.

“
Pleas
e
…”
 
she begs, not able to look at me.

I do
n’
t respond. I give her nothing.

“
Pleas
e
…”
 
she asks again.

“I’
m leaving
,
”
 
I let her know. Her eyes clench tighter.
 “I’
m taking Brendan, and w
e’
re gonna get out of town for a while. Yo
u’
ll have plenty of help while you recover. Everybody knows. The
y’
d be here right now, except Li
l’
s is having the bab
y…
s
o….
”

She opens her eyes to finally look at me,
 “
Li
l’
s is having the baby? Right now
?
”

I ca
n’
t do this. I ca
n’
t have a conversation with her.
 “
Charli
e….
”

She shakes her head,
 “
Do
n’
t call me that.
I’
m still-
I’
m still your Sugar
.
”

Anger swells in me and I laugh to myself. I shake my head. I want to hurt her just as much as sh
e’
s hurt me.

“
You were
never
my Sugar. Ther
e’
s nothing sweet about you, Charlie. Yo
u’
re fucking bitter. Yo
u’
re bittersweet
.
”

I leave her. I have to. I do
n’
t trust myself. If I stay a moment longer, I know
I’
m gonna cave and throw myself to her, begging her to tell me that it was
n’
t
all
a lie.

I hear her sobbing and crying openly as I make my distance from her curtained corner in the recovery room. I bite my lip hard to hold myself together. I taste the blood.

Dana is waiting in the family area for me to take my leave so she can take my place at her siste
r’
s side. Good.
I’
m glad sh
e’
s here.
I’
m glad Suga-
I’
m glad Charlie wo
n’
t be alone.