Princess (10 page)

“No. I haven’t contacted her.”

“Yet.” He mumbles, causing me to scowl. “Okay, it’s finished.” He holds the phone so I can see everything also. “Click apps. The box with a crown as the photo is her, click it.”

Multiple options appear such as find, log, points of interest, home, listen, disable, and the last—delete program.

He hands me my phone. “The question mark next to each word will tell you what the option does, otherwise, just click on the words, follow the prompts, and it’ll take you where you want.”

Nodding, I mutter, “Appreciate it,” while my eyes stay trained on the words, curious what they’ll each do.

“I’m your brother, Vike. I’ll always have your back.”

My gaze meets Spider’s as he stands and I fist-bump him, giving him the respect he deserves. It’s easy to forget that these men are my allies, and they support me. I was surrounded by snakes for so long, that it’s been hard to let go of the shit I dealt with in the past. Never again—these men are different, respectful, and loyal.

We tap knuckles, and he heads toward the office while I pull the app up again.

I start off by clicking the question mark next to the word ‘find.’ It’s labeled in red, so I guess that one’s the most important. A small white cloud pops up with a paragraph inside explaining that you use that option to find the person that’s connected to the tracker.

Let’s see if this shit works or not.

Holding my breath, I press the red lettered option. Google Maps opens up and hones in on a street view, showing me the last recorded image of the area. Below the picture, an address appears in white.

Let’s see just how accurate this thing is.

Nodding to myself, I stride over to my bike and dig out my Bluetooth piece from my saddlebag so I can hear the directions my phone gives me. Once it’s securely in my ear and I’ve clicked ‘go’ on the phone, I toss the cell into my saddlebag.

Mounting my ride, I quickly tie a bandana around my head and place my half shell helmet on securely. With a loud rumbling engine, I steer my way through the gravel lot, hitting the highway, a man on a mission.

I dropped Bethany off
and then came straight home to jump in the shower. I’m still sore from Viking, and I’m in serious need of a nap. That man has the stamina and strength of three men put together. When he got going, it was impossible to think about anything but him.

Once I’m not a zombie, I’m soaking in an Epsom salt bath and drinking water. I’m sure I need to rehydrate. Digging through my dresser, I find one of the large men’s white T-shirts that I prefer to wear to sleep in when I’m here alone.

Pulling it over my head as I shuffle toward my bed in a sleepy haze, I hit the cool sheets, sliding between them and my big fluffy white feather down. My comforter’s like a giant pillow, and it’s pure heaven to sleep under. I close my eyes and my stupid cell rings.

Are you kidding me right now? Don’t answer it.

It finishes its three-ring cycle then almost immediately picks up ringing again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Complaining, I sit up, the covers falling to my waist as I reach for the irritating device.

Bethany
glows on the screen. She’ll just keep calling back, so I swipe my finger across the screen to answer.

“Hmmm,” I mumble into the phone and crawl back under the covers, making myself comfortable.

“You’re sleeping right now?”

“Ummhmm.”

A loud cackle comes through the speaker causing my eyes to fly open in irritation. “What?”

“I just find it amusing that you finally met someone who can outpace you.”

“Shut up.”

She laughs loudly again. “Oh hell no. You drug me back there last night on a mission, which means I’m owed details and have the right to give you shit if I want to.”

“You looked pretty cozy this morning coming out of Nightmare’s room. I doubt it was a hardship for you.”

“You’re not turning this around on my night. You were irritated in the car, so I left it alone. I didn’t pressure you, knowing Viking’s dick was probably in your mouth most of last night, and I didn’t want to experience that on your breath. You’ve had time to shower and mouthwash, so spill it.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“It’s the truth, though, isn’t it?”

“Why are you so nosey?”

“Yep, I knew it. You weren’t angry at him bossing you this morning; you were heated because you liked it. In fact, I’m betting the entire time you spent in the shower; you remembered all the things he did to you.”

“I can’t talk about this right now. You know why I had to be with him. It’s done. Now I need to find another.”

“Another? Honey, are you crazy?” I know by her tone that her eyebrows are raised so high, they’re probably closer to her hairline than her eyes.

“I may as well be. I can’t believe I thought Viking was going to be an easy target.”

“Look, I tried to warn you, but you saw it as a challenge instead, and now you’re deep. What you pulled last night with me outside, basically egging him on to watch us and then giving him your orgasm? You opened him up to a whole new playing field. I don’t know what you said or did to that man when I went inside, but even I know that after a biker claims you the way he did in that bar, you won’t be having another.”

“I hardly doubt he was sincere. You saw his brothers; there were no women with them that were more than a one-night stand.”

“Hey! How do you know I was just a one-night stand?” she responds with a bit of hurt coming through her voice.

Hmm, I wonder what that’s all about, why she’d be upset. Bethany’s never minded before, always stating that she knows what it’s all about and wants to have a good time.

“I knew it; you did fuck him!”

“We’ll talk about me another time; right now, it’s about you and Viking.”

“There is no me and Viking to discuss. Did I sleep with him last night? Yes. Do I want to again? Yes. Am I going to? No way.”

“You have it so bad.”

“I’m taking my nap now.”

“Princess, you need to call your mom.” She sighs and my heart pings at the thought of my mom. I miss her.

“Why, so Prez can answer? No thanks. I’ll call tomorrow morning when he hopefully won’t be around, and if he’s still there, then at least I know he’ll be sleeping until noon like he used too.”

“Okay, just…just don’t push her away. Some of us aren’t lucky enough to have a mother in our lives that love us so much.”

“I know. I’m sorry if you think I'm a spoiled bitch about this whole thing; I’ve just seen her so hurt each time he leaves. She shouldn’t have to cry for days—sometimes weeks—barely eating and moping around because some piece of shit doesn’t realize how wonderful she is.”

“You know I don’t feel like that. I understand why you’re this way. If I had someone like your mom in my life, I’d do everything I could to protect her and get her some payback for her pain. I’m on your side, and I’ll always be, even if I don’t think you’re doing the right thing.”

“I know. I love you,” I respond, and my body relaxes with her reassurance.

“I love you too,” she replies, and I hit the end button, turning my screen off.

Setting the phone next to my head, I roll over on my side, tuck my hands between my thighs and close my eyes. If it’s cold enough, then this is my favorite way to sleep. I can still smell him, the leather and spice that seems ingrained into his skin. It smells amazing. And mint, from his mouthwash, it was all deliciously overwhelming to my senses.

I must doze off for a few minutes because I swear I can hear myself snoring, but that’s not what startles me, it’s the pounding on my front door. Someone’s knocking so loudly, you’d swear the place was on fire or something.

Keeping my eyes closed, I pull the covers off my face and sniff the air a few times.
No fire.
Taking a few deep inhales, I attempt to get my mind back to nothing when the door lashing begins again.

Jumping up in a furious rush, I storm toward the front door. “Whoever the fuck this is, better be dying if they’re hitting my door like that!” I huff to myself and the random houseplant placed next to my couch. I’m not a morning person, in general, and this lack of sleep is liable to make me scratch someone’s eyes out.

Wrenching the door open in a flourish, I shout in a tired fit of rage, “What?”

On the other side, my eyes meet with a muscular chest covered in black leather.

My gaze flutters over the different patches decorating the front, one, in particular, drawing a swift gasp as I read over each letter.
-Viking-

Fuck, shit fuck, fuckity, fuck! How many times has Brently warned me to check the peephole before opening the door? I’ve no doubt learned my lesson; you better believe I’ll be using it from now on. How did he find me? What’s he even doing here?

He stands so stagnant; he could be a statue. Clenching my fists, I meet Viking’s intense stare.

I expect to find heat or the cocky confidence from last night, but instead, it’s turmoil swirling in the colorful depths. He’s confused like he’s questioning something, maybe wondering if he should’ve come here.

Lacing my voice with venom, I ask the million-dollar question, “What’re you doing here?”

His nostrils flare like an irate bull, ready to charge. “You left,” he rasps, making it sound more like an accusation rather than a declaration.

“We fucked, it was obviously done.” Shrugging my shoulders slightly, I continue, ready to drive it home and piss him off enough to leave. Anger and words have always been my defense I go to when someone can hurt me. “Besides, I always want a shower right away after a one-night stand. Don’t you?”

A deep rumble shakes his chest as anger consumes his handsome face; suddenly his hands fly forward, each one grabbing my upper arms tightly enough to leave finger marks. Viking prowls forward, lifting me off the floor, and driving me backward into my living room. He kicks out behind him, effectively slamming my front door so hard there’s a good possibility it could be broken.

A whimper bubbles up, leaving me, shocked at the sudden movement and the ferocity overcoming Viking’s entire being. I’ve never been manhandled before; no one that I know would’ve dared to touch me like this. There wasn’t a man that I dated brave enough to stand up to me or fight with me. If they had, my brother would’ve beaten him to a pulp if I hadn’t already.

My back meets the wall next to the hall leading to my bedroom, and my head hits the solid surface with a small thump, momentarily dazing me. My stomach twists with a rush of adrenaline as the flight or fight reflex starts to kick in, commanding my body to survive. I want to struggle against his hold, to fight him, but my heart pleads for me to just stop this nonsense and apologize to him.

He releases one of my arms, bringing his hand between my legs. On reflex, I slam them closed around his palm.

“Open your legs, Princess,” he demands sternly.

“Fuck. You.”

“God, you’re one mouthy bitch; of course, you’d be the one I’d find.”

It takes everything inside to hold back from dropping my father’s name. I refuse to let him win this battle for me. I can stand up for myself. I have to.

Viking releases my other arm to peel my thighs apart. I’m in pretty decent shape, but in no way am I strong enough to fight off the mountain of a man in front of me. Slapping my hands over his pecs, I drive my fingernails in as harshly as possible.

I’ll make him feel something.

I’m expecting him to cry out in pain or surprise—anything. His gaze, simmering with rage, meets mine, and he smiles. The motherfucker grins like it feels good, exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

Two of his thick fingers drive inside me, stretching my tender flesh, going as far as my body will allow them. Every piece of me is wracked in confusion. I gave myself freely to him last night. Why is he here, why’s he doing this?

A cry escapes me at the intrusion, while my pussy excitedly milks his fingers. The trader bitch has already been broken by him and is ready to do what he commands.

“Why?” I whisper brokenly, as a tear falls, cascading over my cheek until it drops from my jaw.

He stares into my eyes intently; breathing deeply as if he's just running a race and pumps his fingers into me a few times. “Because I made you mine,” he murmurs.

Another tear drops as I attempt to speak, “I-I…”

“Who’s in bed with you Princess?” His question catches me completely off guard, as if him finger fucking my pussy wasn’t enough of a distraction that I can’t come up with a response quick enough. “I
said,
who’s been in
my
cunt today?”

Clearing my throat, my eyes hold steady with his. “What are you talking about Viking? No one’s here, I came home alone.”

“You’re naked under this shirt; your hair’s a fuckin’ mess, and your face had the just fucked look on it when you answered the door. Your friend here eating pussy again?”

Swallowing, my tears slow as I’m starting to understand why he just flipped out. A little, but now I can see how he would come to this conclusion.

“No, I haven’t been with anyone, just you last night.”

“I’ll be able to tell,” he retorts, his gaze dropping to my pebbled nipples.