The Biker's Fate Chapter 439

Remington

We ate. In silence. Which made me nervous, and I hated it. I set my elbow on the little table and rested my head in my palm. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Are you?"

I shook my head. "What happened with your mom?"

He sighed, leaning back in his chair and taking a swig of beer. "Long story short, she took Grace hostage and then shot herself in the head."

"In front of Grace?" I rasped.

"Yep."

I bit back tears. "Why?"

"Mom was schizophrenic, among other things. She stopped taking her meds and all hell broke loose. The problem was, she'd convinced my dad she was back on her schedule, but he thinks now she was taking them, then making herself puke. He always watched her take them, then checked her mouth, so he knew she wasn't cheeking them."

He seemed to fade into the story, so I stayed as quiet as I could in order not to interrupt his flow.

"Dad had promised to take me to a movie and Grace had begged to come, but Mom wanted a girl day, and honestly, I wanted time with my dad, without my annoying little sister." He shook his head. "I shoulda fuckin' objected."

I scooted my chair closer to him and slid my hands up his thighs.

"Mom locked her and Grace in the bathroom and held a gun to her fucking head. If Mom hadn't called her best friend, Maisie, Mom would have killed my sister. Instead she blew her fucking brains out in front of Grace. She was covered in grey matter and bone fragments, and stuck in the bathroom with our mother's body until EMS got there. Then she was prodded and poked by the doctors and nurses, and would only let Maisie anywhere near her."

I felt tears streaming down my face as I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm so sorry, honey."

"I'm okay. It's Grace that's the fucking rock star. My sister's the strongest person I know. She's had to deal with a lot of shit, PTSD, night terrors, the whole deal, but she still graduated with a four-point-o and opened herself up to Flea."

"That's good," I said.

He gave me a sad smile and nodded. "Yeah. It's good."

"Were you close to your mom?"

"Yeah. Can't talk about that around Grace, though," he said.

I stroked his cheek. "That's gotta be hard, honey. Not to talk about her with your sister."

"Sometimes." He sighed. "But the good memories are tainted for her, so I get that."

"God, you're a good man, Merrick."

"You think so?"

"I know so," I whispered, and kissed him.

He cupped my breast and rolled the nipple into a tight bud, his tongue dipping into my mouth as I shifted to straddle him. His hand slid between my legs, shifting the lace of my panties aside and pressing his fingers into me. I ground down against him as he held me anchored to his body.

Breaking our kiss, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, then blew on the wetness before doing the same to the other one. I arched against his mouth as he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb connecting with my clit as I continued to grind on him.

His fingers swept against my walls, one whispering over my G-spot and I dropped my head back with a moan. "Don't move," I ordered, shifting to take him deeper.

I felt my climax building, but when he bit down gently on my nipple, I exploded around him, gripping the back of the chair for balance. "Oh my god," I rasped, and he slid his hand out from between my legs.

"Love how your body responds, baby," he said, and kissed me.

"Love how you work my body into a frenzy."

He grinned, standing as he kept me in his arms and dropping me gently onto the bed. "Gonna do that again."

"That'd be appreciated, honey."

After stripping off his clothes, he slid my panties down my legs and threw them in the corner, kneeling between my legs and kissing the inside of my thighs. "On your knees, Remi."

I rolled over and repositioned myself onto all-fours, hearing the quiet tear of foil before Merrick's dick teased the opening of my pussy. I pushed back to try and get relief, but Merrick's hand on my ass gave me an indication that was not going to happen.

"Tweety," I rasped.

His hand slipped between my legs and I ground down against it. "You need to be patient."

"Fuck patience," I growled. He slapped his palm against my pussy and I cried out with need. "Honey, please."

"You like that?"

Another slap.

"God, yes," I whispered.

"You want more?"

"No, I want your cock."

He removed his hand and pushed into me and I almost came right then and there, but then he moved, and I was once again swept away.

"Merr," I panted out as he slammed into me harder and harder with each pass.

"Now, baby," he ordered, and I came.

Hard.

We fell together onto the mattress and he pulled me close, kissing the back of my neck. "You still like it rough, I see."

I grinned. "Guilty."

"It's one of my favorite things about you."

"Oh, really?"

"Among others." He kissed my neck again and slid out of me, heading to the bathroom, but returning quickly to pull me back into his arms.

"What others?" I asked, rolling to face him.

He grinned, stroking my cheek as he studied me. "Your fierceness, for one."

"You think I'm fierce?"

"The fiercest," he said, and kissed me. "Love your sass, but you know that already."

"You can say it again, it's okay."

He chuckled. "I love your body, but I think I've proven that quite a few times lately."

"I kinda love your body, too."

"I'm picking up on that."

"I love you, Rem."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Knew it the second you jumped into your super fancy karate stance."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. "Say it again," I whispered.

"I love your super fancy karate stance."

I smacked his chest gently and frowned at him. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm feeling insecure and needy, and since I've never done a day of any kind of martial arts, there's no way I have a 'super fancy karate stance.'"

He kissed my nose. "Wish I'd had my camera out. Woulda loved to have videoed it."

I rolled my eyes and tried to shift away from him, but his arm snaked around my waist. "Where are you going?"

"Back to the Dojo so I can learn how to wax on…or sweep the leg…or whatever."

He let out a bellow of a laugh and held me tighter. "Fuck me, baby, you're so fucking funny."

"Yeah? Happy you think so," I retorted. "Can I go pee now?"

"In a second."

"Tweety," I warned.

"Look at me, Rem."

I met his eyes with a huff.

"I love you. You're funny, you're beautiful, you're kind, and you're fucking sexy as hell. I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you the second I saw you laughing with your friends, but it was solidified when you gave me all of you our first night together."

"I didn't give you all of me," I lied.

"Bullshit."

"I'm just a friendly person."

"Not that friendly."

"You don't know me."

"I know you," he argued.

I snuggled closer. "I want you to know me."

"I already know you."

"Merrick."

"Yeah, baby?"

"You're being ornery."

He rolled me onto my back and kissed me. "You love it."

"Do I?"

"Trust me, baby. I know you."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh my god."

"My name's Finch, baby. Not God."

"Jebus."

He kissed me again. "Nope, still Finch."

"Tweety."

"Or Tweety. But only to you."

I bit back a laugh. "You are ridiculous."

"You think?" he asked, kissing his way down my body.

When he reached my pussy, he ran his tongue over my clit. "Still think I'm ridiculous?"

I stared at him and raised an eyebrow. "That depends on whether or not you're gonna dial it up a notch or stop." His tongue flicked out and I groaned. "Tweety."

"Yeah, baby? Do you need something?"

I squirmed and tried to shove down my need. "Nope. I'm good."

He slid a finger inside of me. "You sure?"

I swallowed convulsively, but managed to nod. "Yep."

Adding another finger, he sucked my clit again, running his tongue along my folds.