Stitch: Satan's Fury MC (22 page)

Wren

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W
hen I got
to the room, Dusty and Wyatt were dressed in their pajamas and sitting on the bed whispering to each other about something. Their eyes widened when I closed the door behind me and asked, “What are you two up to?”

“Can Wya-it sleep in my room tonight?” Dusty asked with a pleading look. “I’ve got bunk beds, and he can sleep on top.”

“Please, Momma. I don’t have school tomorrow, and I’ve always wanted to sleep on bunk beds.”

The entire scene caught me off guard. Wyatt had only stayed the night with my parents and had never really been interested in staying with a friend before. It surprised me that he wanted to spend the night with Dusty tonight, especially after everything that had happened with him today. His little eyes danced with excitement as he waited for my answer. A huge smile crossed his face when I said, “I don’t mind. You can go, but I want you to get some rest.”

“Awesome!” Dusty shouted happily.

“Don’t stay up too late,” I insisted. “And if you need me, just call or come back to the room. I’ll be here.”

“Okay,” Wyatt answered as he ran over to me, giving me a quick hug before he headed for the door. I smiled when I heard their laughter bouncing down the hall as they both raced to Dusty’s room. It did my heart good to see him so happy, and I truly hoped that Wyatt and Dusty would become good friends. But my smile slowly began to fade when I looked down at the rips and tears on my blood stained clothes. I was a mess and in a desperate need for a hot shower. I went over to the large dresser to hunt for some clean clothes and was surprised to see that everything that I’d packed from home was neatly tucked away inside. I checked each drawer looking for something comfortable to wear, but nothing really called out to me. When I finally opened the last drawer, Griffin’s jeans and shirts laid there staring back at me. I couldn’t resist. I liked the thought of wearing something of his, so I quickly grabbed one of the soft cotton t-shirts and headed to the bathroom.

After removing my dirty clothes and bandages, I stepped into the hot shower. The cuts on my wrists and hands began to sting as the water flowed down my body, but I didn’t move. I needed to feel the burn, using it to pull me from the haze that I’d fallen into since I found myself locked away in that damn trunk. Everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours had become a blur in my mind. Every face, every word, and every action were meshing together into one horrific moment that I desperately wanted to forget. I just wanted to be back in Griffin’s bed, curled up next to him with my head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart beat. Damn, I missed him. I missed the sound of his voice and the touch of his skin against mine. I just wanted him to come back.

When I stepped out of the shower, my muscles felt looser, almost back to normal as I walked over to the mirror above the sink. I took my towel and wiped the fog from the glass, and once it was clear, I was shocked by what I saw. Dark bruises were scattered across my side, looking worse than I had imagined, but thankfully, my ribs weren’t hurting like they were a few hours ago. I quickly replaced my bandages and put on Griffin’s t-shirt. I was exhausted, so I curled up in the bed, pulling the covers over me. I thought I was feeling better, until the moment I closed my eyes and saw Griffin’s face.

I was scared. I tried to convince myself that he was going to be fine, that as the enforcer, he’d been in situations like this before, but it didn’t make me feel any better. Until I laid my eyes on him, nothing was going to take away my worry. To some extent, his life would always be filled with danger, and I would have to learn to accept that, learn to live with the worry. I may never know why he’d chosen to do the things he’d done, but the fact remained that he
knew
. He knew that precious lives were at stake, Wyatt’s, mine, and his brothers, and I had no doubt that he would do whatever it took to keep us all safe.

I’d been laying there, staring at the ceiling for almost an hour when he stepped into the room. He was quiet, and I could feel the tension rolling off of him as he closed the door behind him. Without turning on the lights, he came over and sat on the edge of bed next to me, and even in the dark, I could see that something was weighing on his mind. He let out a deep breath as he leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

“Hey,” I whispered, but he didn’t turn back to look at me. I sat up and reached for the lamp beside the bed. When the light revealed his blood soaked clothing, I shouted, “Griffin! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Wren. Nothing for you to worry about,” he said with his eyes still glued to the floor.

“You’re bleeding,” I cried as I got out of the bed and knelt down in front of him, reaching out for the hem of his shirt. His eyes locked on mine as I pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor. I winced when I spotted the bullet wound on his arm. “This isn’t nothing, Griffin. You’ve been shot!”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled. “Just a graze.”

I reached down and he didn’t resist when I pulled off his boots. I rested them down on the floor, then took his hand and led him into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, I walked back over to him and silently reached for the buckle of his jeans. When they dropped to the floor, he stood there frozen, watching me intently as he waited to see what I was going to do next. I eased my t-shirt over my head and laid it across the sink. His eyes quickly dropped to the bruises on my side, and his face grew pale.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Don’t,” I scolded. “It looks worse than it really is.” I took his hand and led him into the shower. He stood there silent as the warm water cascaded down his broad shoulders, easing some of the tension that settled in his muscles.

With his eyes closed in anguish, he whispered, “They could’ve killed you tonight.”

I lifted my hands to his face, placing the palms of my hands on his jaw, forcing him to look at me and said, “But they didn’t. I’m stronger than you give me credit for.”

When he didn’t respond, I took the washcloth and lathered it with soap, gently washing away blood that covered his body. He arched his back and placed his hands flat against the shower wall as I ran the cloth along his back.

Without looking at me, he said, “I saw the way you looked at me tonight when you found out that I’d killed Victor. He wasn’t the first man I’ve killed, and he won’t be the last.”

“I know that,” I admitted.

He turned to face me, studying my reaction as he asked, “And you’re suddenly okay with that? You don’t mind that I’ve killed men with my bare hands, and I will again to protect my family? Can you really give your heart to me… let your son be around a man like me?”

“Yes,” I told him with no hesitation.

“How can you say that?” he growled.

I placed my hands on his chest and said, “You’re the club Enforcer. It’s your job. It is part of who you are, but there is so much more to you than just that title. I can’t understand why you do those things, but the parts that I do understand about you are so strong that they override any doubts that I may have. As for Wyatt, I’ve already seen the influence you’ve had on him. And that is a large part of why I love you so. You may be the Enforcer of your club, but you are the protector of Wyatt and me. You give us the stability we’ve never had. I’ll just have to accept that there is a part of your life that I may never understand, but I believe in you enough to be able to focus on what you and I are together. It’s good, and I love you.”

His eyes searched my face, seeking some kind of confirmation that what I’d said was true. Warm water flowed down around us as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The shadows of doubt began to fade into the light when I touched him, reassuring him that I’d meant what I had said.

“Griffin, I…” I started, but my words fell silent as he quickly closed the distance between us and took me in his arms. All of the uncertainty on his face immediately melted away as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. The minute our mouths touched, I felt an immediate rush of anticipation. There was something intoxicating about his touch, and just being near him made me want to lose control. I wanted to give in to him, give him my heart, my body… everything. Pure lust washed over me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I pressed my breasts against his chest.

“Say it again,” he groaned as his mouth hovered over my neck, the warmth of his breath tickling against my flesh.

I held him tightly as I whispered, “I love you.”

He began nipping and sucking my neck as he said, “I should’ve walked away, left you alone, but I just couldn’t do it. I was powerless to leave you. I had to have you.” He lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes pierced through me with an intensity I’d never known as he said, “I had to know what it felt like to be loved by you, and now that I know, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

His lips pressed unrestrained against mine, matching my need for him. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue swept across my lips, compelling them to open. I didn’t resist, and his tongue surged into my mouth, winding with mine in a rush of passion that I couldn’t refuse. His arms wrapped around my body, and carefully lifted me from the floor as he eased my back against the shower wall. He was trying not to hurt me, avoiding the bruises that marked my skin, but I didn’t need him to be careful. My mind wasn’t focused on the pain at my side. It was all honed in on him and the way he made me feel. The warm water trickled down between our bodies as I began to kiss and suck along his neck, tasting the mingled flavors of his skin and the water.

Goosebumps prickled across my flesh as the bristles of his beard raked across my bare skin. Wanting more, my head fell back, exposing the curves of my neck. His eyes sparkled with lust as he watched the droplets of water gliding down my breasts. Slowly, he moved his mouth down my slick skin, slowly brushing his fingers against my breasts as he made his way down to my hip. I groaned in pleasure as his hand found its way between my legs. The tips of his fingers glided over my wet clit, making my knees buckle beneath me. My body began to tremble, forcing me to shift my leg to the side as he thrust two fingers deep inside me. I shamelessly bucked my hips forward as I rocked against his hand.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispered as he dropped to his knees, settling between my legs. He slowly ran his tongue across my clit as he continued to curl his fingers deep inside of me. I reached down, letting my fingers tangle into his hair as he tormented me with his tongue.

I loved the feeling of his warm, wet mouth against me, and back arched as I cried out in ecstasy, “Griffin! Oh God, I’m coming…. Don’t stop!”

He wrapped his mouth around my clit, pressing his tongue firmly against it as he moved his fingers inside me. My hips jolted against him while he continued to torture me with his mouth, my body clenching firmly around his fingers as I came. He slowly began to stand while he moved his fingers back and forth inside me, my entire body tensing with my release. Once he had removed his fingers, he placed his hands on my hips, turning me around to face the shower wall. I rested the palms of my hands against the wet tile as his hard cock pressed against me.

“You want my cock?” he taunted.

“Um..hmm.” I answered.

“Tell me, Wren. Tell me that you want my cock, that you love me and want me inside you.”

“I want you, Griffin. I want you, now,” I whimpered. As soon as he slid his cock deep inside me, I said, “I love you.”

His fingers dug into my flesh as he held onto my hip as he pulled back and drove inside me again. I braced my hands against the tile as I let my body adjust to the rhythm of his movements.

“I love you,” I whimpered over and over again as he drove into me harder with each and every thrust, our bodies slamming into each other. He felt so good inside me, driving me wild with a passion I’d never known. I couldn’t restrain myself, and began rocking back against him, meeting each and every thrust. His hand reached for my hair, pulling my head back towards him so he could kiss and suck along my neck.

“You’re mine. Now and forever,” he growled as his rhythm increased. As the need to climax began to overtake me, my body began to spasm around him, signaling him that I was about to lose control. With his free hand, he reached around me, pressing firmly as he circled his fingers around my clit. I tilted my ass towards him, grinding harder against his cock as he drove deeper inside me. My body began to tremble as my orgasm took hold, my muscles contracting around him and pulling him deeper inside me. His growl echoed around us as his entire body tensed and he came inside me.

“Fuck!” he roared as his fingers dug into my hips, holding me firmly in place. After several seconds, his breathing began to slow and he released me, just long enough to turn me around to face him. He placed his hands on my face, forcing me to look at him when he said, “I’ve never known love like this, never felt it, never even knew I wanted it. But I want it now, and nothing is going to stop me from having it. I love you, Wren.”