The Biker's Fate Chapter 418

"Maybe not the whole reason, no, but it's part of it. Maisie's his friend, Grace. Hatch is, too. All of this is bigger than you, but you're still a part of it."

I bit back tears. "I feel like everything I've believed for the last ten years is crumbling."

His hands slid up the outside of my thighs. "I know, honey."

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Nothing, Grace. There's no pressure."

"I have to hate him," I whispered.

"Yeah?"

I nodded.

"How come?"

"If I stop, what then?"

He cupped my cheek and wiped an errant tear away with his thumb. "You heal."

"I have been in therapy for ten years. That's not gonna happen."

"All this new emotional shit is draggin' up memories of your trauma. That's all normal. We'll sort it out together." Flea smiled gently. "You're not alone in this, honey. I've got your back."

I stood, moving to straddle him, and dropping my forehead to his. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"Got an inklin'."

"Just an inkling?"

His hands slid under my T-shirt, running up my back and unhooking my bra strap. In one move, my shirt and bra were off my body and tossed onto the floor and his palms were rubbing my nipples into tight buds. "Maybe a little more than an inkling," he said, kissing me deeply.

Cupping my bottom, he stood, keeping me tight to his body, and I wrapped my legs around him, kissing him as he carried me to the bed. He settled me on the mattress and yanked off his shirt… and I lost my shit.

"What the fuck happened?" I squeaked, scrambling to my knees.

He had a huge bruise in the middle of his chest and it looked like it hurt.

"Nothin'. It's fine."

"Baby, it's not fine. Did you see a doctor?"

"It's a scratch."

He leaned in for a kiss, but I shook my head. "What happened?"

He sighed. "I had a minor disagreement."

"With whom?"

"Crow."

"Crow did this?" I snapped.

"Baby—"

"No. This is unacceptable," I growled, pushing off the bed. "No one, and I mean no one, puts his hands on my man and lives to talk about it." I headed for the door. "I'm gonna give that old man a piece of my mind."

Before I could get anywhere, Flea's arm snaked around my waist and I was pulled back against him. "Where you goin' without clothes?"

I glanced down. "Shit."

He chuckled, turning me to face him. "You're going nowhere for the next hour."

"You really think this is gonna take an hour?" I sassed.

He raised an eyebrow and slid his hand to my neck. "You gonna take that back?"

I licked my lips. "Nope."

His eyes darkened. "Really?"

My breasts grew heavy and my nipples hardened, knowing something incredible was coming. "Really."

"Jeans off, Grace. Leave your panties."

I didn't waste any time, stripping down to my g-string and watching as he kicked off his boots and jeans as well. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he crooked his finger and I closed the distance between us. "Over my knees," he said, and my pussy contracted with need.

I bent over his knees and he shifted me so my ass was higher. I flattened my palms to the floor for balance, but Flea held me firm, so I was probably good.

His palm cupped my bottom and he squeezed. "Do you think inferring my dick won't stay hard for an hour is a nice thing to do, Grace?"

I bit my lip and tried not to giggle. "Did I infer your dick wouldn't stay hard?"

Smack.

I jumped slightly, but his hand rubbed the sting away. "Answer the question."

"It wasn't nice," I whispered.

"What happens when you're not nice?"

"Your dick gets hard?"

Smack, smack.

I groaned, the sting doing things to my body I hadn't expected. God, I was so turned on. I felt the strip of satin slide away from my soaked pussy and his fingers dipped inside. I whimpered, grinding against his hand.

He removed his fingers.

"Oh, God," I rasped.

Smack.

"Flea," I squeaked.

His fingers found home again and the bite of the smack on my ass heightened the feeling of his fingers sweeping against the walls of my pussy.

"Don't come."

"Flea," I begged.

He removed his hand again. "Don't come, Grace."

"I—"

A harder smack, followed by his fingers sliding in again almost broke me.

"Wait, baby," I panted out. "I can't… I can't…"

He lifted me to my feet, pushing my panties to my ankles, then guiding me onto the bed. He then removed his boxer briefs and hovered above me before sliding slowly into me. "Better?" he asked.

"Yes," I rasped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Wrapping his hand around one of my thighs, he hiked my leg up higher and buried himself deeper into me. I arched against him, taking every, beautiful inch of his length.

"More," I begged.

He obliged, slamming into me harder and harder until I came so fast, I thought I'd pass out from the pleasure.

He slid out of me and rolled onto his back, pulling me against him. "Fuckin' love you, baby."

I smiled, kissing his chest. "If I wasn't on the pill, I'd swear you put a baby in me."

"I'll break through next time," he promised. "How many kids do you want?"

"With you?" I craned my neck to meet his eyes. "Twelve."

He stretched his hand over my belly. "Challenge accepted."

I giggled, kissing him gently and snuggling close. "Thanks for sending Flick."

"You figured it out, huh?"

"It wasn't hard," I said. "Grams is besotted with Flick. You needed access to my pussy… ergo… Flick shows up."

Flea laughed. "All true."

"I know." I settled my chin on his chest. "Are you coming home with me tonight?"

"I think so. Just gotta make sure the Saints behave."

"You better make that happen, then."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good answer." I grinned. "Now, since I don't have to drive home, I want tequila."

"Okay, baby, let's get you tequila."

We dressed quickly and headed back downstairs to rejoin the welcome home party.