Forever Faith: A Biker Romance Page 9

  When we get into the main room the other Horsemen all kind of stand up and most are smiling kind of like idiots. I guess everyone is in on my surprise. I so don’t have fucking time for this shit. I follow them as we head outside and around the building to the path that leads to a storage shed way out back. A brother grabs my shoulder from behind like he’s so proud of what he has for me. What the fuck? I would say it was some great stripper or hooker they got to give me a welcome home blow job, but I don’t think any of these guys would pull that shit with Faith here. They all love her too much.

  But maybe that’s why it’s way out here in back and not in the clubhouse. Again, I don’t have time and I am totally not interested in a female. Other than Faith, that is. Fuck me! Stop thinking about her.

  Jury makes a big production of opening all the locks as the guys all part for me to be the first one in. Jury, who is smiling now says “Enjoy Boss.” Fuck me; it’s going to be a whore for sure.

  Everyone has stepped back to be sure I enter first. As I get to the door, Jury reaches around and hits the light switch, making the bright fluorescents light up as I cross the threshold. As soon as I am in, everyone follows me. I don’t see anything different in here. A few bike frames and tires and racks on top of racks of car and motorcycle parts. Nothing new. Just as I am about to turn around and question what the fuck is up, I hear a muffled moan coming from the very back, behind all the shelves. I walk in that direction and I see it. The best “gift” these guys could give me.

  Russell fucking Malone. Bound and gagged and looking pretty roughed up and bloody. A loud cheer goes up from the guys. I feel glee, but I can’t produce a smile. Not while this asshole is breathing.

  “Delivery service is always the best, right?” Jury says.“We saved him for you, Prez. I know you want to deal with him personally. But believe me, everyone here wanted to take him out. It’s been hard to keep him alive for you.”

  I see Malone shut his eyes as Jury’s words sink in. A bottle is thrust into my hands as someone turns on some music and cranks it up. I drink as much of the fiery whisky as I can in one long draw. Door is locked and we are like a pack of wild dogs ready to spring. I pull the tape off his mouth and a lot of his skin comes off with the tape. This pussy whimpers at the pain. He has no idea yet what pain is. I pull out the knife I carry on me all of the time. Because a bullet is too good for this bitch. Too easy. Not painful enough.

  Then one of the guys holds my arm back so he can hand me the meanest fucking blade I have ever seen. Sharp as fuck with a curve to it. This is some Arabian nights, skin people alive shit he has handed to me. Now I smile. We are a sick bunch. I see a few guys spreading a large tarp on the concrete floor. Easy clean up. Damn we are good at what we do. I get a flash in my mind of Faith’s face and what I guess must be guilt runs through me. She is so good. So innocent. She has no idea shit like this goes on in the world. She definitely has no idea I am capable of doing shit like this. All I have to do is look at Malone and remember how Faith looked. Bruised, battered, and broken in that cellar, and the guilt is gone. I am ready for this shit. I am going to enjoy this shit. I just make the motion with my hand that’s holding the knife, and a couple guys drag him to stand on the tarp.

  It is almost daylight when I return to our room. Some of us had to shower in the back of the shop. Malone went out in a bloody mess. He died a very slow and a very painful death. Messy. I began by completely unmanning him. Letting him and everyone in that shed know his junk wouldn’t work to let him get the job done when he tried raping Faith. Since his junk let him down when he needed it, we got rid of those parts first. He screamed. He cried. He begged. The same way I am sure my girl did. He probably felt like things could not get any worse from there. But he was very wrong.

  From there it just got sicker. I had to put on clean clothes that belonged to one of the brothers after showering. The clothes I had on were added to the burn pile just to be safe. A small group of the guys are out taking care of what is left of the body and enjoying a bonfire a few miles from here, deep in the woods. I love my brothers in the club. They saved me the headache of hunting down Malone and dealing with it on my own. It could have taken weeks or even longer. Now, finally, that chapter is behind us and closed forever. I need another shower with my own soap in my own bathroom before I climb into bed with Faith. I should feel guilt, regret, or remorse of some kind for what I have done tonight, but I can’t. I only feel relieved.

  Faith

  I wake up when I hear the shower running. Liam must have just come back. Thank God. I was afraid that when I fell asleep, he would come get his things and take off. I listen to his movements in the bathroom. I am feeling anxious. I want to fake like I am asleep, but if he knows I am awake, something may finally happen between us. I worry about my bad breath after being asleep for a few hours. My hair is wild for sure. I think it would be best if I fake sleeping. I try to calm my breathing and turn away on my side.

  When Liam comes out of the bathroom, he leaves the door open and the light shines through the room. I peek to see him, and he has gotten rid of his beard and just has the stubble I am used to. But that is not what I am focusing on. He has no towel covering him up this time. He is completely naked. He is so big and dark and muscular. So opposite of me. I have seen his chest many times, and he is tan and smooth, except for a lot of black hair below his navel, going down into his pants. So I am surprised that his thick thighs and legs are covered with swirls of dark black hair. Gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off of his massive penis. Oh my God. Longer and thicker than I ever imagined. Hanging down against his thigh. Oh my God. I am not sure about what I want anymore. I don’t know what I can do with all of that. I am not sure we would work like that. No matter how hard I try to calm my breathing, I no longer have any control over it.

  No way can I fake sleeping. Hopefully, he will lay down and pass out without paying attention to me.

  Finally, the bed gives as Liam lays down beside me. I keep telling myself to breath calmly and will him to fall asleep. It is almost daylight, he must be exhausted. He reaches for me and turns me into his arms. He pushes my hair back off of my face and lowers his mouth to mine.

  “I have to pee!” I say too loudly, and try to get up out of bed. It was all I can think of. So stupid.

  He smiles and says, “Go on.”

  I go to the bathroom and close and lock the door. I brush my teeth and wash the sleep off of my face. I try to smooth out my hair. I have been here five minutes or more when Liam enters, walking to me and lifting me off my feet and carrying me to the bed.

  “Hey! I locked that door!”

  He just smirks at that.

  As he lays me in the bed he comes down right on top of me. For him to have been so reluctant for this to happen between us and putting the brakes on all of this time, he is determined now to make this happen.

  Now.

  Once his tongue tangles with mine, I am lost. I feel a gush of heat and wetness go directly to the core of me. Liam growls deeply, and I feel the vibrations from head to toe. I raise my arms as he raises up and pulls the tee shirt off of me. His tee shirt. Again, the bathroom door stands open, letting its light shine in the bedroom. Liam looks at me with heat in his eyes like I have not witnessed before. In the hospital, he saw my naked body several times, but this is different. This is hot. He returns to kissing and caressing and I am lost. I can’t put a thought together. I just feel. He lowers his mouth to my nipple and scrapes his teeth or bites me there and I cry out.

  “Easy, Baby. I got you.”

  “Liam. Mmm.” I can’t do anything but moan and whimper. He continues alternating from one breast to the other as his hand caresses lower and lower down my body. I feel him part my lips down below and rub his finger or fingers all around me. I go from moaning to crying out. I feel something building rapidly and before I analyze what is happening, I scream through my first awesome orgasm. He doesn’t remove his fingers, but he stills them. He kisses my mouth wet, warm, and
wonderful. I am breathing hard like I have just ran a 5k. His fingers began stroking the spot again and after just a few strokes, I break into a million pieces again.

  “Liam. Oh God. Liam. God. Stop. No.”I am not making any sense. I have no control of what I say or do now. I say no, but at the same time, I press into him harder and closer.

  “You are so fucking hot, Baby. So wet, and you come so easy for me. I love your body. Let me taste you.” He lowers himself down my body. Oh no. I am not sure about this, but after a few seconds, I am sure. The most amazing tongue and mouth feels like nothing I can describe. This is an overload. It is everything to me. I always thought I understood everything that went on and knew all about sex, but words can never describe this. Not even in the spicy novels I have been reading. It’s just so…so… I come again and I am lost. I feel like I am floating up off the bed. I know I should be doing something to try and make Liam feel the way I am feeling. I may die. Literally.

  Liam is caressing and kissing his way back up my body as he braces his arms on both sides of me to hold his weight. I keep trying to pull him down on me with my arms around his back, but he holds himself. I feel greedy and hungry for more of him.

  He pauses kissing me to look in my eyes earnestly and say, “I know this is wrong for you. I am wrong for you. But I can’t stop myself. Are you sure you want this, Baby? Do you want me to keep going? This is your last chance to turn around. I will be too far gone in about two seconds. Be sure.”

  “Of course I want this, Liam. I love you. I have waited forever for this. Please, Liam.”

  And he is off of me and up. No! Wait! What happened?“Liam? What’s wrong?”

  He is running his hands through his hair and starting to pace. It is proper daylight now and he clearly still needs to be satisfied like I have been. He is huge and hard as a rock.

  “Liam?”

  “Just give me a fucking minute!” he says. I suddenly feel cold and ashamed laying open and naked almost begging for it.

  He reaches for the sheet and begins to pull it up over me and says “Cover yourself.”

  I do it and sit up at the same time. I feel a tear slide out of the corner of my eye. I know if I try to speak I will completely break, but I want to ask so many questions. What happened? Was it me? What?

  “I can’t do this, Baby. I am sorry. I want you more than anything I have ever wanted. I am not as big of an asshole as we all thought I was. I won’t do this.” I am more confused than ever.

  I hate how weak and pathetic my voice is when I ask what that means.

  “It means you say you love me. You think this is some big romance. You are thinking marriage and kids while I am thinking about fucking.”

  “Oh,” is all I can say to that.

  Liam slides on jeans and walks out of the room in his bare feet.

  I jump up and go into the shower where I can cry freely in private. The most wonderful feeling I have ever felt in my life, followed up by the most devastating feelings. I have to toughen up. I cannot let Liam and his hot and cold mood swings rule my life anymore. I know he wants me. He cares about me. He lived by my side the entire time I was in the hospital. Maybe it isn’t love, but it is something he feels for me. I want to tell him sex is enough. I want to tell him I don’t need marriage. But it is too late now. I didn’t speak up when I had the chance. I have to try to move on like nothing bothers me. No big deal. I watch Megan and Gypsy keep it casual. I can do the same. And if not with Liam, maybe somebody else. Maybe a guy that I haven’t met yet. I can do this. No more back and forth. I know Liam cares. If he doesn’t want to act on it with me, then fine. Whatever.

  I take time and make sure I look my best after laying around looking disgusting in my hospital gown for so long. I even add mascara to my lashes now. Funny how I spent my entire life learning the lesson about the sin of vanity, yet here I am. Trying to primp up and make myself look good for a biker that doesn’t want me.

  I need coffee but I am still not ready to go out of the room and face everyone. It’s Saturday so there won’t be customers in the café, but I am sure everyone else is up and out there by now. I make a pot of coffee and turn on the TV. As I pour my cup and sit in a comfy spot to watch the morning news, Liam returns.

  He is holding his own cup of coffee. He looks at mine, then down at his. He seems strained and upset. I just stare straight ahead at the TV. He walks over, picking up the remote and turning it off.

  “Faith, I’m sorry. I just…”

  I raise my hand to stop him. “Just drop it, Liam. Please. No big deal. I don’t want to discuss it. I am so tired of this. You are hot and cold. You have been from the beginning. It really doesn’t matter to me anymore. Can we please drop it?”

  He dips his head in that way that he does as if to agree. Coward!

  “We are moving to the house today. So get some breakfast and get ready,” he says.

  “Wait. What? We are moving into your house now? Today? You and I?” The words rush out of me.

  “Yes. I told you that from the beginning.”

  “Yes. But I thought…..since…you know…” I can’t say it but I look at the bed and it is all clear what my concerns are.

  “I wasn’t taking you home to fuck you. That isn’t the reason you are living with me.”

  I cringe at his crudeness. I usually love his crude, dirty language, but now it is just harsh and insulting. He is still mad over what happened, but I didn’t stop things, he did.

  Then I remember this is supposed to be new tough me. “Fine, Liam. Whatever. But I thought you said I had to wait here for a while? You had business to handle.”

  “Yeah. My business has been taken care of. We’re good to go.”

  “Oh. Ok.” We are staring at each other as my mind races to figure out what that means. He decided to not hunt down Russell? Why? Because after last night—or this morning, actually—he doesn’t care. What changed?

  “I said go get some breakfast,” he says in his old, bossy way and I get up and go.

  After lots of hugging and goodbyes we have made it to the house. It is a beautiful place. A beautiful yard with a lot of big old shade trees. One of the trees has an old-fashioned bench swing hanging from it. There are flowers growing everywhere and I can’t picture Liam living here. This is not the home of a bike club president. This is beautiful. The house is older, but clean and beautiful. It has a porch all the way around the front and side. It is just a simple, one-story, ranch-style farm house with shutters on the windows and a weather vane with a rooster on top of one side. It looks like a photograph in a book or something. I almost laugh out loud. Where are the broken-down motorcycles and old tires? This is so not what expected. He is watching me and catches my smile.

  “What?” he asks.

  “This is just beautiful, Liam.”

  He cocks that eyebrow in question.

  “Well, you have to admit, it isn’t what one would expect, Prez.”

  He smiles back and nods.

  “Yeah. I loved the place when I first saw it years ago, almost falling down. I finally was able to buy it and remodel it. No one had lived here since like the seventies. I had to completely gut the entire place. Everything is brand new now. I own all fifty acres.”

  “Wow, Liam. That is quite an accomplishment.”

  He smiles like my opinion matters to him and says, “Come on. Let me show you inside. This is your home now, too.”

  I kind of shake my head at his comment as we walk up to the porch and through the screen door. Another mixed message.

  We enter the living area and it is beautiful. Modern and clean. It even smells clean. The hardwood floors and furniture are shiny and there is not one speck of dust to be seen anywhere.He has beautiful things and taste. It is perfect. I can’t believe a man did all of this. I thought it would be sparsely furnished and more like a man cave. I have never lived anywhere so beautiful or had such beautiful furniture and things.

  The entire house is equally beautiful. I know now by
seeing this place, as well as his room and bathroom at the clubhouse, that Liam likes really nice things. I can’t help but wonder how he affords all of it. I mean, he doesn’t go to work. We stand in the hallway and he seems to be waiting for a comment from me before we move on.

  “Liam, I don’t know what to say. It is beautiful. I have never been in such a nice place.”

  “The master is my room, but you can have your pick of the other two for your room,” he says, and I realize for the first time that we won’t be sharing a room or a bed any longer. So that is why he hurried up and moved us out here.

  The master is in one direction of the hallway with its own bathroom, while the other two rooms are at the other direction and separated by a bathroom.

  “It makes no difference to me. You decide.”

  He chooses the very farthest room for me, of course.