Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (12 page)

I don’t know where that idea came from, but suddenly it was all I could focus on. My panties grew damp watching him move and his pure, masculine, raw energy was sucking me in. He didn’t even have to look in my direction to have me panting. That is, until a scantily-clad woman came into the room yelling at him. He turned to speak to her. I wasn’t listening to what was being exchanged, but got the gist that it was a lovers’ quarrel of some type. I wasn’t surprised he was fucking around with one of the whores around here; hell, probably many of them. That’s basically all they were around for, according to Ryan.

Wrench pulled the woman out of the room and I turned back to Ellis and Ryan, who were both now staring at the door Wrench had disappeared through.

“Oh, he’s in a
great
mood,” Ryan said, shaking her head. Ellis tenderly kissed her lips and whispered something in her ear that had a wicked smile crossing her face before he got up and walked around the couches.

“Nice to see you, Melia. Sorry, there’s a lot going on and I can’t stay. I need to go find Wrench.” Ellis nodded at me then continued toward the door.

I turned back towards Ryan. “Maybe we should stay down here more often. This is the most excitement I’ve had in a while.” I shook my head, but couldn’t help smiling. It was interesting to see how different the environment was at the house since I wasn’t hidden up in my room. Just as I moved back over to the couch to lie back down, the door to the room flew open and Wrench started yelling about a meeting, then slammed it as he stormed away. Every single man in the room moved to follow their leader. My eyes bulged as I turned to Ryan. “What. Was.
That
?”

“Oh, that would be Wrench throwing a tantrum. He’s really stressed right now. Plus, I bet that little skank pissed him off more. You think they’d know what the fuck they were getting into with him. It’s not like he’s ever been into relationships. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in anything more serious than a quick fuck. These stupid women think they’ll be the one to change him, I suppose. Idiots.” Ryan kicked her boots out and rested them on top of the coffee table. She waved me over to put my head in her lap. When I made a face, she sighed and gave me a look that made me give in instead of arguing. Not that I thought she’d hurt me, but I could tell she didn’t care for my resistance to her demands.

Speaking of, that sounded a lot like what I’d heard of Wrench. Guess they weren’t all that different; both had huge walls up to keep anyone from getting too close. I moved so that my head rested in Ryan’s lap, looking towards her boots. Her hand rested on my small belly. I didn’t care for the touch, but I didn’t think she’d listen if I told her so I stayed quiet. After a while watching the women who’d been left behind when all the men had followed Wrench out of the room, my eyelids sank lower and I drifted off to sleep.

“Fuck!” Ryan’s harsh tone woke me from my nap. Sitting up, I looked around, momentarily disoriented. As soon as I was out of her way, Ryan jumped from the couch and ran out the door. It took me a minute to realize that I was alone in the game room. There was no one else in the room. Slowly, I stood and walked after Ryan. I had no idea what was going on, but I wanted to find out.

Just as I was reaching for the door knob, the door flew inward, towards me so I jumped out of the way. Suddenly, people were pouring into the room. Men carrying other men, women fussing behind them. I stood to the side trying to figure out what was going on. It wasn’t until I saw Ellis limping into the room with a hand on his thigh, blood slowly seeping through his fingers that I understood. Ryan had one of Ellis’s arms around her shoulders; I moved to quickly take up the other side. Ellis tried to shoo me away, telling me to help someone else, but I didn’t listen.

Once we got him seated in one of the recliners, I looked around the room to see that there were at least five other men bleeding and being fussed over. I looked from the wounded men to Ellis to Ryan. When she glanced up and caught my eye, she shook her head, telling me not to ask or that she didn’t know what had happened either.

“Go to Wrench’s office. There’s a cabinet in there filled with medical supplies. Bring back as much as you can carry,” Ryan instructed me, not waiting for someone else to take charge. I didn’t hesitate, running from the room, down the hall to the office. Thankfully, the door was unlocked; I threw it open and dug in the cabinet as soon as I reached it. I filled my arms with as many bandages and other supplies as I could before running back to Ryan. I dumped all the supplies in the chair nearest her, then returned for more supplies and took them to the other injured men and those who were taking care of them.

I had no medical training, so I didn’t know what else I could do to be helpful. Deciding to make sure I didn’t leave a mess in Wrench’s office in my haste to get the supplies out, I went back one final time. I picked up a few items that had fallen out of my arms or off the shelves and placed them back where they belonged. As I was shutting the doors to the cabinet, I heard a groan. Turning on my heel, I looked around the room; it appeared empty, though. I stepped towards the door to leave and heard another groan. I
knew
I heard it that time.

Walking around the office, I peered into every corner. As I rounded the desk, I found the source. It was Wrench, slumped in his chair, with a hand pressed against his side.

“What the hell?” I couldn’t stop the words from spilling from my mouth as I rushed to his side.

“Go. Help the others. I’m fine.” Wrench shoved my hands away when I tried to see how bad it was.

“You’re hurt! They have plenty of people to take care of them. Why aren’t you in there where people can help take care of this?” I grabbed his thick wrist and pulled it away from his side to see he had blood soaking his shirt. “Shit. Come on. Let’s get these clothes off you.”

“I was hoping to hear you say that.” Wrench smiled, but then grimaced as he sat forward on the chair.

“Now is
so
not the time for that.” I rolled my eyes as we slowly managed to get off his cut, then I tossed it aside. Carefully grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt, I pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor in the same direction. Collapsing back against the chair again, Wrench let out a groan and closed his eyes.

“I have no idea what I’m doing here so I need some help.” I kneeled near his injured side and waited.

Wrench breathed shallowly a few times before opening his eyes to look at me. “It’s just a flesh wound. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like a son of a bitch, though.”

“I didn’t say anything about that. I asked you to tell me how to clean it up for you, since apparently you’re too good to go get taken care of with everyone else.” Leaning back onto my heels, I put my hands on my hips. I’d never been hit with a bullet, which is what I’d guess had torn a chunk out of his side, so who was I to say how much it hurt or didn’t. The other men had been complaining much more than he was.

“Go in the cabinet…” Wrench went on to tell me exactly which supplies to grab. Once I had them all, I lined them up on his desk so he could see them. Then, he instructed me on how to use each one to sterilize, clean and dress the wound with a bandage.

As I worked, he filled me in on what had happened. They’d had a shoot-out with Scrapes, whoever that was, and some had been wounded by return fire. I had no idea why they were fighting with the other biker gang, but I didn’t think I wanted to know. As I was placing the final piece of tape on his bandage, Wrench placed his hand over mine. I looked up to meet his beautiful blue eyes. He gave me a half smile as he said, “Thank you. I know we don’t exactly get along most of the time, but you didn’t have to help. I appreciate it.”

“Sure. It’s no problem. I might not like you, but I don’t want to have you dying on me. Ryan loves you, so I guess that means you can’t be all bad. Plus, she’d be a wreck if something happened to you.” I smiled at him and pulled my hand out from under his. Turning my back to him, I gathered up all the items and started to return them to the cabinet. As I was putting the last item away, I felt a hand brush my hair over my shoulder, fingers trailing down my neck. I closed my eyes at the unexpected, arousing touch. It felt better than I would’ve admitted. Then again, it had been so long since I’d had a man touch me in such a sensual way. My knees weakened when I felt a pair of soft lips land on the sensitive spot at the base of my neck.

I knew I should stop him. I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying anything this man did to me. He was an ass, he was crude and the total opposite of what I normally found attractive. My body, on the other hand, had a mind of its own. My thighs were trembling, my pussy was aching for more. I wanted to push him away, I wanted to turn and pull his face to mine. Instead, I stood still, letting him continue his sweet torture. His lips moved up my neck, kissing behind my ear.

A moan slipped unexpectedly from my lips when his tongue flicked out and ran along the edge of my ear. I felt my panties grow damp as my heart sped up in my chest. Wrench’s large hands clenched my hips momentarily before sliding up my sides to palm both of my breasts. My head fell back, resting on his bare chest. My body felt on fire; desire raged through my veins demanding more.

“Fuck, you are so responsive,” Wrench growled softly in my ear as he gently massaged my breasts, causing another moan to escape me. I heard him take a deep breath before letting out an honest to God purr. “Are your panties wet? I bet they are, with the way you keep moaning for me. Baby, this is nothing compared to what I want to do to you.”

I couldn’t speak. I was too turned on to form words. One of his hands skimmed over my stomach, pushing under my loose-fitting shorts. Biting my lower lip, I waited for him to find the throbbing center of my world. It was begging, weeping, for more of what he could give. Finally, his fingers slipped between my pussy lips, nudging against my swollen clit. Had he not moved to press against my back, holding me against him with his hand on my breast, I would’ve fallen. The pleasure that surged through me from that brief touch made my knees give out while I bit down hard on my lower lip.

Never before had I been this turned on from so little foreplay. Wrench didn’t hesitate to explore further. Slipping his finger through my gathering moisture, his teeth sank gently into my neck. Who knew teeth could feel good? With the way his lips and tongue accompanied them, it was a teasing, sensual bite. His fingers used my distraction to slip between my lower lips and tease my clit again. Prepared this time, I moaned and tightened my leg muscles. My hands, which had been fisted at my sides, slipped back to clasp onto Wrench’s hips, pulling him into me as pleasure surged through me.

It was no longer a matter of feeling good from a man I didn’t necessarily like, it was a
need
to come. I needed it like I needed to breathe. It felt too good to stop. I’d
cry
if he stopped touching me. Thankfully, his fingers continued to tease me as his mouth suckled and nibbled at my neck. I could feel his erection pressing against my back, knew that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

When his finger was no longer pleasing enough for me, I grabbed his wrist, stilling his movements, and turned my head towards his. I whispered as our eyes locked, “Fuck me.”

“No,” Wrench said as his hand continued flicking against my swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves, as if I wasn’t holding onto his wrist still. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed what I hadn’t had in over a year. Squeezing his wrist, my nails digging into his skin, I tried to stop him again.

“Yes. I need it. You started this. Now finish it. Please. This isn’t enough.” I tried to turn my head to see his face, but he pressed his forehead into the side of my neck so I couldn’t see his face. His murmured curse words and a groan of aggravation were dulled by the position, but I still heard them. “Don’t be a pussy. Fuck me. You fuck everyone else. Just do it. Just this once.” I don’t know where the desperate need came from, but once he started it I couldn’t seem to stop it. I had to have more; I couldn’t deny what every molecule in my body was begging for.

“Damn it,” Wrench said, thrusting his hips against my ass.

~Patrick~

I hadn’t meant for things to go this way. I had meant to simply tell her thank you for taking care of me when most of the people around here would’ve taken advantage of my momentary weakness. Instead, a woman who I had fought with so much had quietly and efficiently taken care of my wound and asked nothing of me in return.

As soon as my fingertips brushed along her neck, I was a goner. Her skin was soft and fragrant from that distance. The scent that was uniquely hers invaded my senses and captured me. Not to mention her immediate and intense response to the barest of touches.