Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) (29 page)

“I can’t imagine being so totally affected by something that I just stop touching stuff. She has nothing to do with technology. Nothing.”

Stink had heard about the damage that Andrew had done. Even now, months after Andrew’s death, he still affected them in different ways. They were slowly getting over it, evolving, but there were moments where he invaded. Those moments for Stink, were the worst. Only the person who was thinking about him, could fight those memories.

“Whizz will help her. If anyone can, it’s him.”

****

Christmas was a loud, and yet very quiet affair at the Chaos Bleeds clubhouse. There was enough space for the visiting families, and Spider was happy to see Sally slowly healing. She was wearing a prosthetic and using crutches at the same time. He’d heard Lacey telling Lexie that this was the second prosthetic as the other hurt her too much. Still, Sally looked a lot better than the last time he saw her. He couldn’t say the same about Steven, who looked fucking angry. Spider had to wonder why Steven had even turned up, but hearing him talk about a certain male friend called Drew, he’d already figured it out.

Steven had a thing for Sally, he cared about her, and she had a thing for Drew, or at least, that was what he summed it up to.

When Lola, Paris, and Celia joined them all, it was complete for Spider. He placed his arm across Paris’s shoulders, chatting with the club. In the corner there was a large tree, with what looked like hundreds of presents beneath it. Tabitha and Simon were dancing to a Christmas song. There was music and laughter, and peace. Yeah, peace was a big one for him, and for the whole of the club. It wasn’t something he’d known all that much, yet in recent months, it had happened. Lola was talking with Sinner, and he watched as the brother placed his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple. It was a sweet movement. Whizz moved up to talk to Lola, and Spider made his way over as well. Sinner was holding her still, and he was curious to know what the gift was that Whizz wanted to give her.

“How have you been, Lola?” Whizz asked.

“I’m doing okay.”

“Any computer work?”

Lola glanced at the floor, shaking her head. “Not yet. I don’t really need it. I work at the diner, and I’m getting by.”

From what Paris told him, Lola hated working at the diner. She hated lecherous drunks with their suggestive comments, kids who vomited everywhere, cleaning, and serving rude customers. She hated being a waitress.

“I think you’re missing your calling,” Whizz said. “Now, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I want you to look through this when you have a chance.” Whizz handed her a neatly wrapped package.

“What is it?”

“That’s for you to know when you’re ready to open it. I think you have a right to see what’s inside.”

Lola licked her lips and stared at the present. “I’ll take it upstairs.”

She turned toward the main stairs. With Christmas being at the clubhouse, they all had their rooms there. Spider doubted they’d get much sleep, but it would be worth it. He liked watching the kids open their presents.

“I’ve gotten you a few presents. They’re underneath the tree.”

“Let’s hope Santa doesn’t take them then. That’s where presents always come from, Santa.”

“Does Celia believe that?”

“Yeah, and it seems wrong to change her views. She’s going to be forever the same age. Why should I ruin her magic?”

“We’re not going to.” He kissed her temple, and enjoyed having her in his arms. In the last few months they had made real progress. There might even be a time soon where they could take their relationship to the next level. He wasn’t going to force her though. The last thing he ever wanted to do was force her to do something she didn’t want to do.

****

Sitting on the bed in the clubhouse, Lola stared down at the wrapped package. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but knowing Whizz it was something to do with computers. Her hands were sweaty, and her stomach tightened as she stared at it. Life had been a lot easier when she didn’t have to deal with technology. Sitting beside Paris as she typed was more than enough for her. Yes, it wasn’t the life she had planned. She’d wanted to be a code breaker, or a designer, or something to do with software that put the years of her understanding code, into use.

Andrew had taken that away from her, and now she served food to crappy customers. She had to wonder if Paris had put the customers up to treating her bad, just to try to help her. Then she’d felt stupid. People were crappy because they wanted to be crappy, and it didn’t matter what she did or said. They’d find fault with whatever she did.

There was a knock on her door, and she called for them to come in. Sinner’s head came around the door.

“It’s Christmas, and you’re invited to join.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” She smiled. It was easier to talk to him now. She didn’t know why. He was always nice to her, but at least she didn’t suffer with constantly getting a red face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“It’s just a gift.”

“From a fellow computer genius like you.”

He took a seat with the wrapped present between them.

“I never thought this would be so hard.”

“How about we make a deal,” he said.

“A deal?”

“You open your present for me, and when you’re ready, I’ll kiss you.”

She looked into his eyes to see if he was joking. “Kiss me?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to kiss me. I don’t need something like that.”

“Lola, open the present. Stop letting him win.”

She picked up the present and slowly started to remove the wrapping. It was a box, and lifting up the box, she found a folder. Opening it up, Lola saw pictures of herself. Her very first computer, to Christmases of where her parents had bought her books on computers, exactly what she asked for. Flicking through the pages, she saw the awards she had for work that had come from her skills. It went all the way up including her scholarship letter, and then the coded message she had sent to Whizz for Paris.

At the end was a little message.

Computers are used for many things. You have a gift, Lola. Use that gift to help others just like I do. Whizz.

Tears filled her eyes, and she closed the folder, holding it close. “My parents helped him with this.”

“It was a good present.”

She nodded. “Very good.”

Lola knew in that moment, she would try. It wasn’t much, but she’d try to gain what had been lost to her. “I’m ready to go down now.” Leaving the folder on the bed, she got to her feet, and made her way toward the door.

Sinner grabbed her arm, stopping her, and spinning her around.

“What’s the matt—”

His lips silenced her, and all protest died as he pressed her up against the door. He sank his hand into her hair, and held her tightly as he claimed her lips. Lola melted against him, loving the feel of him against her, surrounding her.

When it was over, he rested his head against hers.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.”

Chapter Twenty-One

It had been a year since she was taken, and Paris was stronger than ever. She had finished her first year of English, and had decided that becoming an author was indeed something she wanted to pursue. She loved writing stories, but she didn’t know if she was any good at it. Lola had decided to stay with her, and in the past few months, had gone from simply touching a computer to working on it.

She hadn’t gone for her scholarship. Instead, Lola was studying at an online course. They both were. There was something going on between Lola and Sinner, but Paris wasn’t sure exactly what it was. She did think they were sleeping together, but she couldn’t be sure as they both played it cool around her. Andrew’s hold over her had started to decline. His place in her thoughts grew less and less with every single passing day.

Talking with Lola, The Skulls old ladies, and Chaos Bleeds she felt so much more in control of her own path, her own destiny.

The dates with Spider were amazing, and she loved hanging out with him. It was the height of summer, and Celia was with Lexie and Devil for the day. The whole club had taken her in and treated her like part of the family.

Getting the lawnmower out, Paris stood outside of her backyard, and whimpered as she saw the overgrown grass, weeds, and bushes that were invading. She had been putting it off because she hated gardening more than anything else in the world.

What she hated more than gardening was being left alone with her thoughts, and right now, Spider was plaguing her.

Starting up the mower, she began to cut the grass. It didn’t take long for the compartment thingy to fill up, which meant she had to empty it.

Trying to run from her thoughts with Spider didn’t help, nor did mowing. At Christmas she’d been worried about not being ready to take the relationship to the next level. Now, she was wondering if they were ever going to do anything more. He didn’t even kiss her, not passionately. The sweet brush of the lips was actually annoying the hell out of her. Overnight it seemed her body had woken up to needs, and now demanded to be sated. Only there was no sating going on, nothing. Lola looked like she was getting more satisfaction than her, which made her pause. Sinner was fucking Lola? It was all so confusing to her. She preferred her life when she didn’t have to worry about anyone or anything, apart from her sister.

At this rate, Simon was going to get more than she was.

Spider might not be ready. Hell,
she
might not be ready, but she wanted something more than a chaste kiss every night.

Replacing the compartment thingy, she got to work mowing the lawn, which was fucking tiring.

“I hate fucking gardening. Useless excuse for land. I hate you. Why can’t you just mow yourself,” she said.

“Wow, you really have it in for that garden,” Spider said.

Oh, don’t even start on me, Spider. I will tear you to shreds.

Pausing, she glanced over at him, only to get angry. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket, and the shirt he had on highlighted how thick and defined his muscles were.

Not fair. Even his shirts get more action than I do.

I’m cursed to be a lonely person.

“Have I done something to upset you?” Spider asked.

Taking a deep breath, and hoping she didn’t lose it at him, Paris turned to look at him. “Why would you think that?”

“You haven’t spoken to me.”

“I just talked to you. Maybe you need to clean your ears out.” Turning on the mower once again, she started cutting the grass. Only she had to stop, to empty the stupid compartment thingy again. Lifting up while holding the grass smelling thingy, she was stopped by Spider suddenly being in front of her. “What the hell are you doing? Are you just trying to irritate me?”

“I’m not doing anything, but I’m curious what has you in this attitude.”

“Attitude. I don’t have any attitude. You’re in my way, and I’m trying to mow my lawn. It’s what people do.”

“Then what’s with the attitude?”

“I don’t have an attitude!” She yelled the words.

“You know what, I think your problem is the fact I haven’t touched you.”

“Touched me? That would be a laugh. At best I get a little feel of your lips every now and again. I’m surprised if you even know what a damn kiss is.”

Spider laughed. “My brothers warned me about this. They said if I wasn’t careful I was going to send you into a fucking meltdown, and it has happened.”

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t want me.”

He took another step toward her, and she craned her neck to look into his eyes. “Wanting you has never been the problem.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

“You want to me to fuck you, is that it?”

“Yeah, I do, but it doesn’t matter because you’re not man en—”

Spider lifted her up, making her drop the basket full of grass.

“What are you doing? Put me down right now. I mean it, Spider. You had your chance every single time we’ve been on date night.”

He entered the house, without saying a word, locking the door, and then moving her up toward her bedroom.

“Damn it, Spider. You’re so annoying. Now you think you can do what you want, and I’m just going to accept that?”

“Nothing about accepting it.”

He carried her upstairs, and even through her anger, she was excited. This side of Spider was what she’d been hoping for. She’d been watching love stories with really hot sex scenes, even that one with the billionaire boss who was into BDSM. That man could do her any day. Of course, every time she played with herself, she thought about Spider. He was the only one she wanted, the only one that ever brought her to orgasm.

Yes, she had been so desperate for Spider, she’d started to touch herself on a nightly basis.

She wanted him so much.

It was time.

He kicked open her door, and even that gave her a thrill to witness. Her body was on fire, and when he closed the door, pressing her up against it, Paris gasped.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m taking what belongs to me.” He took hold of her arms, pressing them above her head.

“Why? You haven’t done it yet.”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment. I bet your pussy is like fire, isn’t it? You want me, baby?”

“Yes, please, Spider, I want you so much.”

He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing her. It was everything she thought it would be, maddening, passionate, and full of love. Spider pressed her hands above her head, holding both of hers in one of his. He caressed down her arms, and she moaned as his hand hovered above her breast.

“Do you want me to touch you, or are you still mad?”

He was becoming less annoying as he kissed and touched her.

“I want your hands on me, please, Spider, don’t stop.”

Spider had pulled away from her long enough to talk. His lips crashed back down on hers at the same time his hand cupped her breast through her shirt. His thumb ran across her nipple.

She was so sensitive, and she wanted more. Pushing herself against him, she tried to get closer to him. Spider wouldn’t have any of it. He pressed his body flush against her so that she felt every single inch of him against her.

“Do you think it has been easy for me?” he asked, breaking the kiss, to trail his lips down to her ear.

Closing her eyes, Paris bit her lip, loving every part of him surrounding her.

“Yes, you haven’t touched me.”

“You haven’t been ready for me to touch you. What kind of a man would I be if I forced myself on you?”

“I wanted you, Spider.”

“Not enough to tell me what you want. I’ve waited so long for you.” He bit her neck, making her gasp once again.

Her body woke up for his touch, and she didn’t want it to stop.

Suddenly, he stepped back. “Show me you want it,” he said.

“How?”

She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to show him.

“Take my clothes off, and then strip for me.”

Once again he was making himself vulnerable in order to make her relax.

She stepped toward him. He wasn’t wearing his leather cut, but then, it was hot outside. Tugging his shirt up, he held his arms up so that she could remove it with ease. His arms, chest, and as she circled his back, she saw that it was covered in ink as well. Each of his muscles bulged, and he was defined. Once she was in front of him, Spider took her hand and placed it against his stomach. “Touch me. I belong to you.”

Stepping close, she put both of her hands on him, and glided them up, staring at each of his tattoos before staring him in the eye. “You’re beautiful.”

“No, babe, I’m sexy as fuck. You’re beautiful.”

She chuckled. “I want you.”

“Baby, I’ve been desperate for you, but for reasons you know, and why I’m not bringing them up, I had to wait for you.”

“You care about me so much.”

“No, I don’t care about you. That’s not a strong enough word for what I feel for you. I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I can’t bear for anything bad to happen to you.”

“You love me?”

“Yeah, I love you, more than anything, I love you.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and kissing her lips. “So I was waiting for you to be ready.”

“I love you, too, Spider. Every single day from the moment you first creeped me out behind the strip club. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“What about the club life?” he asked.

“What about it?”

“Not every woman loves the club life.”

“It’s a good job I’m not most women. Chaos Bleeds, they’re my family, and I love them, just as I love you.” She rested her head against his. “They’re part of my life as well, and I’m happy about that. There’s no one else that I want in my life.”

Reaching down, she took hold of his belt, and started to open it.

“You have a one track mind.”

“You’re in my bedroom. Nothing else is going to happen for me. I want you naked with me, inside me, and making me scream and beg for more.”

“Well, baby, your wish is more than my command.”

She pulled the belt from his jeans and opened the button, sliding down the zipper. Going to her knees, she pulled his jeans down. Through his boxer briefs, she saw the outline of his rock hard cock. Damn, he was huge. She didn’t doubt for a second he would be, but even hiding he was pretty impressive.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Hell, yeah. I can’t wait until I get you naked.”

He kicked off his shoes and pushed his jeans aside. When she made to take his boxer briefs, he stopped her, lifting her to her feet.

“I was hoping to get my mouth on you.”

“That will come, baby. First, I want my mouth on you.”

Before he had even finished she started to tug her shirt over her head. He gave a little chuckle. “I haven’t been doing well with my duties.”

Paris didn’t speak. She couldn’t find the words, and her hands were shaking. Removing her shorts, she stood before him in her underwear alone. Spider didn’t keep her waiting. He banded his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

“Do you have any idea how sexy, hot you look?”

“No, I don’t. You’re going to have to keep on telling me.”

“I will. You’ve got nothing to worry about there. I’m going to tell you every single day, how hot you look, how beautiful. You’re all mine.” He sank his fingers into her hair, slamming his lips down on hers.

She opened her mouth, sliding her tongue against his lips, hoping he’d get the hint that she wanted him to open up, to take what he wanted.

Spider plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she followed his direction, kissing him back.

His hands glided down her throat, then to her shoulders where he fingered the strap of her bra.

Achingly slowly, he started to move the straps down her shoulders until they fell to the elbows. Still kissing her, he reached behind her, flicking the catch. Her tits sprang free, and Spider pulled away, removing her bra as he did.

“So fucking perfect.” He swiped his thumb across an erect peak, and she shivered from the touch.

“Is it too much?”

She shook her head. “Please don’t stop. I never want you to stop.”

“I’m not going to stop. Not now, not ever. This is for the rest of our lives, Paris.”

His words meant everything to her. Spider kissed her lips, and then leaned down, capturing one of her nipples. She cried out as he sucked hard, and then eased out the pain with a flick of his tongue. The pleasure went straight to her clit. She closed her legs tightly, hoping to keep the pleasure up.

Spider gripped her hips, and turned her so that her back was to her bed. He moved her back, and she fell down.

“Lie back.”

Lowering herself to the bed, she kept her gaze on him. The fire in his eyes made her tingle all over.