The Biker's Fate Chapter 65

Payton

My hand went to the waistband of his jeans and I unbuttoned the top and slid the zipper down, feeling his hard length against my hand. I slipped my hand under his boxer briefs to cup him, surprised by his size. He was bigger than I was used to, but for whatever reason, that excited me and I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed gently.

"Babe, hold on a second. If you keep doing that, I'm not gonna last."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, baby. There's no rush." He kissed me quickly as he pushed my jeans and panties from my hips. I lost all coherent thought after that as he slid his hand between my legs and grinned. "Fuckin' wet."

I nodded and then gasped and he dragged my wetness to my clit with his finger. He slid from the bed and stood before me, staring down at me with a smile. He pushed open my knees, sliding my thighs over his shoulders and began a delicious assault on my pussy. I whimpered as he sucked, licked, and kissed every inch of my center. He slid one finger inside of me, and then two, and as much as I tried to make the sensations last, it was useless. I cried out as my orgasm hit and he released my shaking legs and climbed back onto the bed next to me. I tried to catch my breath as I licked my lips and turned to look at him. "I really really liked that."

"We're not done," he promised.

"Good," I said. "You're unbelievably beautiful, Alex."

"Back atya, baby." He grinned. "I love you."

I stroked his check. "I love you too, honey."

He leaned forward to kiss me, but a bang on the door had him scowling. "What the fuck?"

"Need to get downstairs, Hawk," Booker called. "Now!"

I sat up as Alex grabbed his shirt and tugged it on. "Don't move."

I nodded, but pulled his comforter around me while he headed for the door. As the bedding shifted, I heard metal on metal and lifted the pillow to see a pair of handcuffs secured to one of the iron railings in the headboard. I didn't have time to process what I was seeing due to the fact Alex stormed back inside and grabbed my discarded clothing off the floor. "Get dressed."

"What's wrong?"

"Just get dressed, Payton," he snapped, and pulled on his boots and cut.

I nodded and slid from the bed, suddenly self-conscious about my nudity. Alex waited until I'd pulled on my boots and smoothed my hair (sort of) before pulling open the door again and waving me out of the room. Booker paced the hallway but fell beside Alex as we made our way back downstairs.

"Who the fuck let her in?" Alex asked Booker.

"Susie," Booker said. "Prez's pissed."

"Fuck me."

I didn't know who Susie or Prez were, or why Prez was pissed, but I knew that whoever was here was not welcomed by Alex. As we hit the common room, I was suddenly flanked by Dani and Kayla.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

Dani wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze. "Lily's mom—"

"That bitch is no one's mother, Dani. Fuckin' egg donor is all she's good for," Kayla corrected.

"Where's Lily?" I asked.

"Sally's got her hidden upstairs. They're watchin' a movie," Kayla said.

I nodded and focused on Alex. His body was stiff and unyielding as he crossed his arms and stared at a woman standing in the middle of the room. She looked to be in her mid-to-late thirties, bleach-blonde hair that was teased well beyond health. She wore tight jeans, a low-cut bustier that only emphasized the fact that she couldn't fill out the bust, and her makeup was ridiculously heavy, the line of her foundation along her chin darker than the skin of her neck.

"What the fuck do you want, Jenny?" Alex demanded.

"I told you on the phone. I want to see my baby."

"She's not your fuckin' anythin', woman. Get that through your fuckin' skull."

"I have rights," Jenny yelled.

"You gave up those rights when you abandoned her," Alex ground out.

Jenny looked my way and raised an eyebrow. "This your new whore?"

Alex's hand reached for her throat so quickly, I couldn't help but gasp and stare at the floor.

"You fuckin' call her a whore one more time, or you fuckin' look at her one more time, I will end you," he threatened.

I looked up only when Jenny screamed and grasped her neck. Booker was between the two of them, his hand on Alex's shoulder. I forced back tears, my fear palpable as I watched the man I'd fallen in love with transform into someone I didn't recognize.

"Does she know how you like to fuck, Hawk?" Jenny continued to bait him. "Does she know how fuckin' warped you are? How you like to chain women up and hit them when you fuck them?"

The memory of the handcuffs flooded my mind and I swallowed down the bile threatening to spill. Alex glanced at me and his face hardened, but his eyes raged, and I had to look away.

"Out!" he snapped and my eyes met his again.

"What?" I rasped.

"Kayla, get her the fuck out."

"Me? Why?"

"Fuck off, Payton," he said, and scowled.

"But, Alex—"

"If I have to tell you again, babe, it'll be the last fuckin' time."

I felt wetness on my face and realized the tears I'd managed to hold back were now falling freely. I studied him through the haze of tears and his face remained emotionless, so I squared my shoulders, turned on my heel, and walked out of the room, as slowly and confidently as my shattered heart would allow.