Saving Mia (9 page)

Mia’s body trembled with the orgasm he’d just given her, she saw him stand up and remove his pants. Then he was back on the bed hovering over her with nothing between them. She moaned, tugging at his hair. His mouth found hers and began to kiss her hard. His hands were working her pants down her legs. He finally tore them off her with a loud grunt. Then he was spreading her legs and coming between them. He didn’t enter her, he just began kissing down the side of her neck.

“Beauty, do we need protection?” Ratchet asked. Wanting to know if she was on something to prevent pregnancy. He wasn’t ready for a kid, or hell an old lady.

“No, I’m on the shot.” Mia panted.

Suddenly Ratchet froze. His whole body seemed to freeze up as rage unlike any he’d ever known filled his head. Why the fuck was she on that shot? Was she fucking another man when he’d been waiting on her? He’d fucking kill the bastard.

“Why.” He demanded through clenched teeth.

“Was dating a man about three months ago. Shot lasts about four months.” She panted trying to get him to kiss her again. Not understanding what had made him tense up.

Ratchet was relieved that at least since he’d only known her two months that she hadn’t been fucking some dickhead while he’d been hard as a steel post for her. He was still feeling the rage that coursed through him with a bit of apprehension. He looked down at her. She was lying on his knees which he sat on with her vulva lined up to take his cock inside. Her breasts were covered in marks of his possession, and still it wasn’t enough to calm his rage that someone else had touched her.

It was crazy. He didn’t just feel possessive of her, he felt down right territorial. Like not a single other person in the fucking world should have ever touched her except him. She was his. Man, he was so fucked, he realized. Then she moved again her hands reaching for him and he couldn’t wait anymore. He slowly began to slide his cock into her slick, tight passage. He grunted in pleasure as she slowly took every inch of him inside her. Bottoming out, he growled. Fuck that was good, he thought.

Mia wasn’t sure what had prompted the long pause after the pregnancy conversation, but she was glad that he’d finally entered her. Feeling his thick hardness inside her made her want to scream in pleasure. He paused once he was fully inside her, then he began to move. His body thrust into hers with a rough stroke, making her cry out in pleasure.

She felt his mouth at her neck kissing and nipping as she clung to his shoulders accepting his hard thrusts. He was grunting and groaning as he took her. She couldn’t stop the loud whimpering cry she let out as he pounded into her. She felt like her body was going to combust she was so turned on. The hard rhythm of his body thrusting into hers had her hovering near orgasm again in seconds.

Ratchet felt her clenching on his cock and knew she was about to come again. He took her mouth again. His tongue thrusting in the same rhythm as his cock. She reached up holding his shoulders as his lips slipped down from her shoulder to her breast. Sucking one nipple into his mouth. He felt her lean forward and her teeth nipped at his skin again. Making him let out a roar, thrusting harder.

She screamed and exploded around him. The feeling of her clenching around him made his own orgasm explode out in a long jet of satisfaction. He slowed collapsing on top of her for a second before rolling with her in his arms. She moaned when he slipped out of her. His arm possessively holding her to his side.

“Well, I think I handled that quite well. So that doesn’t prove anything.” The little minx had the nerve to say. He buried his face into the pillow and chuckled. He sat up looking at her.

“Could we argue about this later?” Ratchet asked grinning at her slight shrug.

“Sure. I could use a bit of sleep anyway.” Mia whispered.

“You’re going to be a hand full aren’t you?” He asked grumpily.

“Probably.” Mia said, snuggled into his side holding his arm. He sighed and pulled her closer. Yeah, he was so freaking screwed.

Ratchet woke the next morning with a breast in his hand and a soft feminine body snuggled close to his. He moaned, squeezing the sweet globe he held. He’d already taken her four times the night before. He looked at his cock which still stood at attention. Fuck, how he was still horny was a fucking mystery.

Mia moaned beside him whimpering out, “No more, too tired.” Making him chuckle. His poor beauty was exhausted.

“Shh…go back to sleep.” He told her with a sigh. He slid from the bed grabbing some jeans and his cut. Not bothering with boxers. He wasn’t going to be gone long and he’d be crawling back in bed with her when he came back from getting some coffee for the two of them. He pulled up his jeans and grabbed his phone and gun. Then headed out the door still putting on his cut. He locked the door so no one could bother her.

He was placing his phone in his back pocket when it beeped.  Looking at the screen to see the message he felt like a dick.

Ratchet, can’t find, Mia. Get here now.

It was from Bone. It was also the tenth one he’d received. Fuck. He quickly sent a text back letting him know that Mia was okay and with him at the clubhouse. Then he headed down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he was really fucking glad that Mia wasn’t with him.

He’d been gone too long and forgotten what the hell this place was like on bonfire nights. There were four naked male asses laying on the floor of the front room. Two woman were passed out on the couches, one was wearing a bra and half covered by one of the naked males. The other wasn’t wearing anything. He needed to hurry up and get that coffee. He didn’t want Mia to see this bullshit. Fuck.

He was just grabbing a cup of coffee that had finally brewed when Bone came storming into the room with Tank and Tiny. They all looked a bit pissed off. He wasn’t in the mood for this bullshit this morning.

“What’s crawled up your asses?”

“That’s what the fuck you have to say to me. You brought Mia here? What the fuck man? Did you see the front room? Is that something you want a woman who’s been sheltered all her life to fucking see, Ratchet?” Bone roared at him.

“No. So why don’t you get the fuck out of my way so I can go make sure she doesn’t see it, asshole.” Ratchet bellowed back grabbing the second mug off the counter and made to walk out of the kitchen.

“I’ve been looking for her for over three hours instead of being at home with my wife. She’s been worried sick about Mia. What the fuck? You couldn’t at least send a message that you had her.” Tiny demanded, glaring at him.

“Sorry, but it wasn’t the first thing on my mind. Didn’t Log or Pretty Boy tell you that I had her?” Ratchet demanded.

“I just bet it fucking wasn’t. You were thinking with your cock not your head.” Bone said grabbing him and slamming him against the wall. “If you raped that girl. I will fucking kill you.”

“What the fuck! I didn’t RAPE Mia!” Ratchet roared dropping the coffee to grab Bone. The cup shattered and coffee soaked his pants, but he didn’t fucking care.

“Don’t. I want to hear that from her. I will clean out the front room. In thirty minutes I want her in my fucking office telling me that she’s fine. And you’d better hope I fucking believe her Ratchet.” Bone said shoving him back into the wall again.

“I will not have her embarrassed that way. Bone, this is fucking ridiculous. You know me. I wouldn’t hurt her.” He told him pissed that the other man thought he’d force himself on any woman, much less Mia.

“I don’t know that. You’re acting like you’ve lost your mind. I need to see for myself she’s okay. I won’t embarrass her. Now, go.” Bone growled anger causing him to clench his teeth. 

Ratchet was grabbed by Tank and shoved towards the stairs. Tiny followed Bone into the front room. He didn’t want to force Mia to talk to Bone, but it didn’t look like he had a fucking choice. They weren’t going to give this up. 

“Get your fucking asses up, now.” Bone was yelling as he and Tiny kicked the men and shook the women to wake them up. “I want this fucking room cleared in the next ten minutes or I start shooting. Now get the fuck out.” He could see men jumping up and grabbing their clothes as they tried to dress while running out the door. Stupid pussies, he thought as he climbed the stairs headed to the room where Mia was asleep.

Unlocking the door he moved inside to see Mia on the bed. Her red hair was fanned out across the pillow she was hugging to her chest. She’d kicked the covers off since he’d left the bed and only her ass was covered by them. Her naked back was displayed making his cock harden painfully. She was so damned sexy. He leaned over the bed pulling her into his arms. He kissed the soft skin of her exposed shoulder.

He heard her moan. Then she was turning in his arms. “I’m not doing you again until my body recovers. You’re going to have to keep your dick in your pants, you evil beast.” She muttered wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hey.” She said when her eyes cracked open to meet his.

“Hey, beauty.” He whispered back, kissing her lips lightly. She moaned and stretched against him. Making him want to forget that Bone was downstairs waiting on them.  He kissed her again running his hands possessively down to cup her ass as she leaned into him.

“Do I smell coffee? Because if I do and you didn’t bring me any we’re going to have problems, Ratchet.” Mia glared at him.

“Sorry, I spilled it on the way up.” Ratchet seemed suddenly uncomfortable.

“And you didn’t go back to get me more because…” Mia asked waiting.

“Because Bone needs to talk to you.” Ratchet finally rumbled.

“Why?” Mia asked, not understanding what the man could need to talk to her about this early in the morning.

“We didn’t call anyone last night and they couldn’t find you so…well he needs to talk to you. To be sure your okay.” Ratchet hedged not wanting to tell her that they thought he’d raped her.

“So I have to talk to him before my coffee…about last night. Seriously?” Mia was getting pissed.

“Yes, as soon as you’re dressed.”

“Fine.” Mia snarled getting up and grabbing her underwear and jeans. Then she lifted her bra and glared at Ratchet. “You owe me a bra. I liked this one and its new damn it.” She growled then lifted her shirt and let out another one of those cute little snarls.

Ratchet reached into a drawer pulling out a black t-shirt handing it to her.

“So you do own shirts. Why don’t you ever wear them?” She asked with a slight grin.

“Too hot. I’ll wear them in the winter.” He laughed as she pulled it on and stuffed her feet back into the flats she’d kicked off the night before.

“Let’s go get this over with so I can get my coffee.” Mia grumbled. Ratchet was beginning to wonder if Mia wasn’t a little grouchy without her coffee.

Mia followed Ratchet downstairs into Bone’s office where he was sitting behind his desk. Two other men were sitting on a couch along one wall. She recognized Tiny, Racheal’s “old man”. Not that she knew what that term meant. Seemed to be what a woman called her boyfriend or husband. She didn’t get it. She stood in the middle of the room considering Bone. He didn’t speak for a few moments and indicated she should sit. With a sigh she did. She needed her coffee she sure hoped this bitch session about her not calling Pearl last night didn’t last long.

“Mia, good morning.”

“Is it?” Mia asked snidely.

“Is it what?” Bone asked raising a brow.

“A good morning cause you’re looking a little grim there boss man.” Mia told him with a glare. Why was she even here? She was a damned adult and this was ridiculous. If she wanted to stay out all night that was her fucking business.

“I apologize for that. We are just worried that you might have been hurt.” Bone said and he watched her carefully.

“I told you she was fine damn it. Now can we go?” Ratchet demanded from where he leaned against the wall by the door sounding pissed.

“Wait, let me get this straight. You brought me here this morning because you think you have the right to ask me about my sex life because you believe that Ratchet might have hurt me and all that before I’ve had my coffee. Is that right?” Mia asked in a calm quiet voice, the rage that was building inside her at the man’s stupidity almost making her head explode.

Ratchet almost laughed when Bone hesitantly said, “Yes.” Oh boy, this was going to be good, he thought. He knew that with the mood Mia was in that was the wrong answer for Bone to give her.

“I thought so. I’m going to turn around and walk out of this office. I am going to pretend that this did not happen. Nothing is more important than my fucking coffee! Especially not this bullshit.” Mia turned and stormed out of Bone’s office without another word headed in the direction of the kitchen.

Ratchet followed her snickering. She slammed into the kitchen and walked straight to the coffee pot only to find that the damned thing was empty. She grumbled as she found grounds and a new filter putting them into the pot and filling it with water. She leaned on the counter missing the dehydrator that would have already given her the perfect cup of coffee. Instead she had to wait for it to brew.

“That had better not happen again, Ratchet.” She growled.

“Uh-ho…Mia hasn’t had any coffee yet has she?” Racheal said entering the kitchen.