Resurrection (Wesson Rebel MC Series Book 3) (13 page)

Chapter Nine

Vita/Elisa

On days like this, I feel like I’m watching paint dry. The windows are all open and the fans are on. It doesn’t stop the sticky heat from making me feel like I’m melting. Prophet is in his room talking business with Dallas, and I’m attempting to watch a show on the laptop. I mentally cry uncle and shut the screen. I feel disconnected from the world.

Well, I guess I pretty much am.

My mind wanders to Cora. She’s been on my mind a lot lately. Her due date is getting closer. I pull out my phone and enter the number I know by heart into the text.

How are things? ~ V

A few seconds later my phones buzzes.

Oh my God, it’s so good to hear from you. I’m huge and ready.

I snicker.
Any signs baby girl #2 will be showing up soon?

No… frowny face.

I smile at the emoticon. I can imagine her pouty face right now.

Enough about me, V. How are you?

Good, bored out of my mind right now, and hot as hell, but safe and content.

Content, hmmm? Prophet must be doing his job well.

Heat fills my cheeks. No one knows about our shift in relationship and I’m dying to tell someone.

Can you keep a secret, Cora?

Always. Spill it woman.

Prophet and I … something happened.

Do I need to kick his ass?

No, mama bear, ease up. It wasn’t bad. It was possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Whaaaat?

I laugh.
I know, caught us by surprise, too.

I’m literally stunned. Prophet… I mean he’s a good guy, but he doesn’t do commitment.

Except for when he does, he REALLY does.
I shiver in anticipation as I think of the commanding presence he has in the bedroom.

So, you have a cave man, too?

I laugh.
Basically.

I’m happy for you. Both of you. What happens when you come back?

I think we’re still figuring that out. I’m afraid of what Houdini will do.

Um, yeah, you should be. He’s probably going to freak. He’s super protective over you. It’s going to take a while for him to get used to you being so independent, and with Prophet…

The last thing I want to do is hurt my brother. He’s done so much for me.

I know, babe, but you have to live your life, too. I bet he’ll overlook all the things that initially piss him off because you’re living. What you were doing before in that house was existing.

I know.

I have to ask, how’s he in bed?

Cora!
I laugh.
I wouldn’t know, we haven’t gotten that far.

Then you know he’s a keeper. The brother’s aren’t huge on…restraint, until they’re in it for the long haul.

I think…maybe he’s the one.
The admission scares me.

Then hold on to him, and don’t let anyone or anything come between you two. For you to say that, I know you must be halfway to in love.

Love
.
The word startles me. It’s not something I even thought about. My chest tightens.
Do I love him?

You there?

I shake my head to clear the cobwebs.
Yeah, you took me for a loop.

With the love comment? Forget I said anything.

Right. We both know that’s not possible. I hadn’t thought about love.

Do you?

I’m not sure. It’s more than like. But love is such a huge commitment and statement to make.
I swallow.

Don’t rush it. You’ll know, when you know.

I continue to talk with her for a while longer, then R.J. wakes from his nap and we say our good-byes.

Her words stay with me. I’ve been thinking of us here. Maybe it’s time to think about what I want outside of this cabin. I lay back on the couch. I don’t want to stay cooped up in the farm house— that’s a given— but I have no clue what I can do. Being able to speak is essential to just about any job. I want to give Houdini his life back, and that means taking care of myself. I close my eyes and envision a cozy loft-style apartment, done in an eclectic shabby chic style. It’d be closer to all of the people I care about, Cora and Prophet. I’ve always been great at writing. Perhaps I could moonlight as a freelancer.
Or maybe I can do something for Wesson?
The club is known for keeping jobs in the family.
I could ask.
It’s scary, but exciting. I feel like an eighteen year old, gearing to leave the house after graduation. Nothing makes you more eager to live than a near death experience, because you realize just how easily life can be over.

“Hey, you dying of boredom yet?”

I tilt my head back and gaze up at Prophet. “Not yet. How about you?”

“After that forever long conversation, I passed the dying of boredom point an hour ago.”

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Club business.” He shrugs.

I nod. I know the drill. Women aren’t privy to what’s going on. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Seeing your face is enough.” He bends down and captures my lips.

Closing my eyes I get lost in him. Things between us are easy and natural. It never feels forced or uneasy. I open my mouth and welcome his tongue. My taste buds rejoice at his flavor. Sunshine and fresh air. He’s a wind of change and joy that unexpectedly blew into my life. I want to hold him tight for as long as I can keep him. I wrap my arm around his neck and tilt my head, plunging my tongue into his mouth, exploring the moist cavern. I want to own him the way he owns me. His name is all but tattooed on my body. I come to life at his touch. I need to know it’s the same for him. He moans, and my heart races.

I have power, too.

We break for air.

“Prophet. I’m ready.”

“What?” he asks, dazed, as he focuses in on my fingers.

I smile. “I said, I’m ready.”

“Oh.” His eyes grow comically wide.

Sitting up on the couch, I hold out my hand. He takes it and pulls me to my feet. We walk down the hall together. I love that about him. He understands the peace that is available in silence. We can communicate with a look or a touch. He steers me into his room. A cool breeze is blowing in through the window, but it does nothing to quench the heat emanating from my skin. Pulling me to him, he cups my face and we kiss slowly. I savor the taste and feel of him. Our bodies press together; he’s hard and solid.

I bring my hands up to trail his well-sculpted arms. They flex beneath my touch and I whimper, eating at his mouth like a wild thing. I can’t get enough of him. I bury my fingers in his soft hair. It’s grown since we’ve been here and the fringe makes him look younger. I tug and he nips at my bottom lip. I shiver.

So good.

He slides his hand over the side of my body and cups my ass. I can’t help but move against him in response. His hardness presses into my belly. I long to feel him between my legs— filling me. He pulls back and we shed our clothing in a frenzy. We stumble to the wall; he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles. He attacks my breasts, sucking and nipping. They swell and I arch my back, pushing one further into his greedy mouth. Gripping his shoulders hard I rock my hips, desperate to relieve the throbbing pulse between my legs. My juices slick my pussy and trail down my inner thigh.

“You’re so ready for me. I can smell it.” His voice is husky.

It caresses me like textured silk. Smooth and rough at the same time.

He reaches between us and trails a finger down my slit. “And so wet. You’re on fire.” Parting my lips, he begins to circle my clit.

I throw my head back and silently beg for more.

He delivers, in the form of two thick fingers. They fill me, stretching me as he slowly gives me what I want. “I love the way the light turns those hazel eyes into a smoky green. You love what I’m doing to you. I don’t need to hear you to know that. I can see it. Your body loves it and your eyes beg me for more.” He curves his fingers and I jerk. “I want you to come for me, V.” He quickens his pace. “Now.”

Unable to do anything other than obey, I explode in a brilliant burst of light behind my lids.

I came to on the bed.
I fainted?

“You back with me?”

“Yes,” I sign.

“Good, because we’re just getting started. I waited too long to take this slow, but I don’t think that’s what you want anyway.” He grips his base tight.

I’m mesmerized by the sight of his thick, nine-inch cock, trapped in his large, tan hand. The head glistens with pre-come and my tongue longs to lap it up.

He guides himself between my legs and slides it back and forth between my wet lips. “I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me. Are you ready to feel me inside of you?”

You know I am.
I tell him with my eyes.

He laughs. “Yeah. You’re ready.” At the end of every stroke, he nudges my swollen clit with his tip.

I shake all over and lift my hips.

“So eager. Don’t worry, I’ll never make you beg.” He leans over me to the nightstand, pulls out a silver square, and opens a condom. He sheaths himself and pushes his tip inside of me.

I gasp. It feels so good.

He retreats and pushes back in again, slowly working his way inside.

My body resists for a split second, before it yields to the man who’s brought me pleasure that curls my toes and blows my mind. I hold onto his biceps for dear life and force my legs to open wider to take him. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but I know the payoff will be worth it.

“You doing okay, V?” He meets my gaze.

I give a quick nod, breathing through the pain.

He licks his fingers, and reaches between us, rubbing my bundle of nerves.

Oh, yes.
I’m lost in the word of sensuality he creates.

“That’s it baby, let me in.” He pushes all the way in.

I can’t help the whimper that escapes. I’ve never felt like this. So complete.

I flex my muscles.

He cries out. “Shit. You keep doing that and it’ll be over before it begins, V.” He pulls out, then plunges in, and we find a rhythm.

His eyes become blue jewels that hypnotize me. I can’t look away. They say everything. He’s there with me, hovering on the edge of falling into the chasm of love, neither of us really trusts.

He thrusts hard, hitting a spot inside of me that has my hips coming off the bed. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me, I can handle it.”

Sweat trails down my back and between my breasts. I dig my nails into his shoulders and he growls. Our skin slaps together as the passion between us is fully unleashed, and the headboard taps against the wall. His strong hands grip my waist tight. Our eyes are lasers locked onto a coordinate. The pressure builds inside of me. I fight against it, wanting to stay in the paradise we’ve created.

“Let it go, V. Let go for me. I want to feel you come over my cock.”

His raspy voice coaxes me over. My body shakes and my muscles flex. The pleasure overloads my circuits and I let go.

He pulls out. “I’ll be right back.”

I manage to weakly wave my hand. I’m done in. I hear the toilet flush as I drift in and out of post coital bliss. When I hear him near me, I peel back my heavy eyelids and melt.

He’s back with a washcloth. “Open your legs, V.”

I comply and he gently cleans me. There’s something so sweet in the ritual, I find I can’t meet his eyes. Seeing this bullet wound scarred biker with broad shoulders and sinewy muscles cater to me, makes my stomach do flips and my heart opens wider. He’s a part of me now. Walking away is off the table, so it’s time to learn how to walk together.