The Biker's Cherry, page 9
I don’t want to bug him or get him in trouble with the club by calling and texting. I hoped he’d be home by now.
I stare at the clock once more. It’s well past midnight. I didn’t get my New Year kiss when the clock struck twelve.
I kick the covers off and pace his room in the dark. My cell phone buzzes with a call from my mother. I’m tempted to let it go to voicemail but what if it’s important. My mom is never up this late even for a holiday.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Baby, where are you? Are you okay? I’m losing my mind with worry.”
“I’m fine.”
“I’ve been by Brodix’s house and you’re not there. I came back home hoping I somehow missed you.”
I could try another lie, but if I want her to start loosening those apron strings, I need to be honest with her. “Before you get mad just listen.”
“All right.”
“I found myself in a not so good situation with Brodix, and I accidentally dialed Navarro. I didn’t know I called him but thankfully I did. He heard the not so great things Brodix was saying and trying to do to me and he came and got me. I’m at his apartment. He’s not here or anything. He went back to the clubhouse. I was afraid you’d be mad at me for lying about there being parents at the party.”
“Text me his address. I’m coming to get you.”
“I’m okay, you don’t need to get back out. Its late and I don’t want you to wake up Keisha or anything. You can come get me in the morning.”
“Sweetheart…it’s not that. And though you’re right normally I’d probably be pissed I’m just really glad you’re safe and okay. No one slipped you anything? You didn’t drink anything that tasted funny?”
“Mom…why are you asking me…” my thoughts shift away from Nav and being in trouble. “Sheena? Is she okay?”
“You’re the one who called 911.” it isn’t a question.
“Nav told me to call and then we left. Is she okay?” I’m a terrible friend. I haven’t even called to check on her. I’ve been so caught up with Navarro and wondering where he is.
“No, baby. I don’t want to do this on the phone. Are you sure Nav’s not there?”
“I swear it. He got called to the club. What’s happened to Sheena? Please, Mom.” Tears rolls down my cheeks plopping onto the pillow as I sit back on the bed and squeeze it to my chest wanting to scream.
“I don’t like you being alone.”
“Sheena’s okay, isn’t she? She’s going to be fine. I called and they said they were sending help.”
“Oh, Kimber. Her mother called me asking if you were together. The police were there it’s…I don’t know how to say this. Honey, you tried. You did the right thing. There was nothing they could do. By the time they got there she had stopped breathing. They tried Narcan but it wasn’t enough.”
“What do you—you’re saying…oh god.” I cry and sink further into the mattress wishing it would swallow me up.
“I’m coming to get you.”
“No. I want Nav.”
“You need to be with family right now.”
“I love him, Mom. I know you think he’s too old for me and you worry, but I swear I’m not being dumb.”
“I could tell you no and push you away, but I’m not going to do that. I know I raised a smart, beautiful girl. You’re eighteen and it’s time I treat you like it. I’m not saying I’m okay with this relationship. He’s too old for you and I don’t want to crush you by saying I don’t see this going anywhere good. You know my thoughts, but I’d rather you be honest with me and not believe you have to sneak and lie. I’m willing to give you the space you need to figure things out. To make your own choices. Mistakes or not. You have me, okay?”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re still grounded. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
I sniffle. “Okay.”
“Are you sure I can’t come get you?”
“I’ll be fine once Nav gets back. I promise.”
“I love you, Kimber. Never forget that, okay?”
“You’re going to make me cry again. I love you. I’ll call you first thing in the morning.”
I end the call. The low battery warning notification pops across my screen and when I swipe it away, I see my screensaver. A picture of Sheena and me. Why did she down that drink? Was Brodix trying to kill me? Was it a terrible accident? I can’t believe she’s gone. She was my keeper of secrets. I was closer to her than my own sister. We were partners in crime. I don’t care what Brodix said. I know she thought the same about me. This is on him. I want him to hurt. I want him to pay. It isn’t fair. Not to her.
Headlight’s flash across the wall. I move to the window and see a cop car.
What the hell?
A loud bang sounds downstairs at the front door, and I jump.
If anything has happened to Nav I won’t be able to take it. This is all too much. I move down the stairs in slow motion. This whole night seems like some crazy dream. An alternate universe where I got everything I wanted at the price of those I love. I pinch myself but I’m not waking up.
Boom. Boom. Boom. “Police,” an authoritative voice rings out.
“Coming,” I croak. My throat aches. My chest tightens. I swallow. My saliva thickens on my tongue.
I open the door to two officers. “We’re looking for Austin Navarro.”
Holy crap.
“He’s not home.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Are you expecting him back anytime soon?”
“He didn’t say.”
“And your relationship to Mr. Navarro is?”
I’m panicking. Do I say I’m his girlfriend or a friend? Ugh. Why did I answer the door?
“We’re friends.”
“Can I get your name?”
“Is Austin in trouble?” His name sounds funny coming out of my mouth, but I need to deflect their attention off me.
“I’m going to give you my card. He’s not in any trouble. Just have a few questions for him.”
“I’ll let him know.”
He flips a card out at me, and I grab it. “Thanks.” I close the door before he can ask more questions.
Shit. I need to call him.
I go back upstairs to where I left my phone. The screen is so dim I can barely see it. I hope he has a charger around here somewhere. I don’t want to snoop but make an exception. I don’t see one plugged in by the nightstand. Ugh. I ruffle through the top drawer. Condoms. The Tv remote. No charger. I finally find one in the kitchen plugged in by the coffee pot. Thankfully we both have androids. I plug my phone in and dial his number.
“Yo, Nav’s phone,” a male voice answers.
“I need Nav. It’s an emergency.”
“Get in line. Lots of those tonight.”
“Who is this?”
“You’ve got Smoke. Who’s this?”
“It’s Kimber. Listen, I don’t have time to explain but the cops were just here looking for Nav.”
“No shit.”
“Can I speak with him. Please?”
“No can do, Kimbo. He’s currently getting stitched up.”
“Stitched? What happened?”
“Your Uncle,” he starts then I hear a grunt and a strained, “fuck, man.”
“Hello?” Panic laces through my veins. My heart jumps to my throat. “Hello, Smoke?”
“Hey.” At the sound of Nav’s voice I relax.
“Hey, um the cops were just here.”
“What’d they say?”
I summarize as best as I can and tell him about Sheena. I nearly lose it as I’m talking to him.
“I gotta relay this to Prez. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“Nav.”
“Yeah, cupcake?”
I hear someone croon, “ooh, cupcake,” in the background followed by a, “shut it,” that sounds like my Uncle Link. Yikes.
“I…”
“Me too. Talk soon.”
“Okay.”
We hang up and I lean back on the couch and let out a shaky breath.
At some point I drift off because the next thing I know I’m being awakened by Nav’s lips gently pressing to mine, tasting coppery like blood.
I open my eyes and want to cry at the sight of him. I want to touch him but am afraid I’ll hurt him. “What the hell happened?” His left eye is swollen shut. There are cuts on his cheeks, his brows, his lips. The bruising is already setting in.
“Told Link about us.”
“He’s responsible for this?” I touch the side of his face careful to avoid the damage.
“Had it coming.”
“This is not okay. I’m never speaking to him again.”
“Club shit. Brother code. It’ll be all right.”
“Did you speak to the police?”
He shakes his head. “Prez will get the club’s lawyer to reach out.”
“Okay.” I stare at him, taking in every mark. I can’t believe Link did this. I mean I can, but it pisses me off.
“Can I get you to relocate to my bed? Like my couch but painkillers are gonna wear off soon and as much it kills me, I don’t think my ribs can handle carrying you.”
“Yeah. Is there anything I can do?”
“Grab me a beer out the fridge and bring it with you. I’m going to hit the shower while I feel up to it.”
“You got it.” I go into the kitchen as he makes a slow trek up the stairs. I shoot my mom a text to let her know that Nav’s back. I go back upstairs and hear the shower running. I don’t know if I’m intruding, but I’m overcome with this desire to touch him. I check the knob. The door isn’t locked, and I let myself in. The curtain is closed and if he heard me enter, he isn’t protesting. I sit his beer on the sink and yank the tee I’m wearing over my head.
Next, I lose my bra and panties. I should be slightly nervous. I’ve never done this before. With Nav though I have no fear. I trust that he’ll handle me with care. I know the things he said that day at the clubhouse were to push me away, and that maybe I shouldn’t forgive so easily, but life is too short. I need this. We both do.
I slip into the shower and hug his naked form from behind. His hands lay over mine and we stand under the warm spray of water not moving. Not speaking for a beat before he turns to face me.
“Hope you don’t mind.”
His reply is to cup my face and come in soft and slow for a kiss.
His tongue sweeps inside my mouth and he pushes me up against the shower wall. One hand braced next to my head as his body presses into mine. His thick cock hardens pressing into my stomach, but he simply keeps kissing me. I don’t know why my tears come but they just do.
I burst into a full-blown ugly cry and hug my body to his.
I could have died tonight.
I could have never gotten to experience this.
All the intensity of the night slams into me. I can’t stop the rush of emotions crashing into me like tidal waves.
“Hey.” Nav tucks a finger under my chin. “Talk to me.”
I shake my head. “I’m just…is it wrong for me to be happy that I’m here with you?”
“Because of your friend?”
I nod.
“Think if she was your friend, she’d want you to be happy. She’d like to know that you got a man who has your back. I know you’re sad and probably thinking it was almost you. It’s some fucked up tragic and scary shit. What happened to both of you tonight never should have happened, but it did. You gotta sort through that shit in your head and not let it eat at you.”
“I know.”
“But it ever gets too heavy, you got me. Your mom. Your sister. You’ve got the club. We’ve all got your back. You don’t have to carry this load alone. Got me?”
“I get you.”
“Now dry off and get in bed. I’ll be right behind you.”
I do as he says. I go through the motions getting ready for bed trying not to be overcome with grief and guilt. Those dark thoughts are there though. Attempting to claw their way out and take hold of me. I brush my teeth and leave to give Nav his privacy.
I find another one of his tees and climb into bed. It’s not long before he slides in next to me, and I lay my head on his shoulder, avoiding his ribs.
“Had different plans for how I thought tonight would end.” He kisses my forehead then lets out a wince.
“Can you take more painkillers or whatever?”
“Got all I need to heal me in this bed.”
“Who knew you were so damn sweet, Austin.”
“Fuck. Love my name on those lips, cupcake.”
“I think I’ll stick with Nav.”
“Nope. When you’re in my bed or outside of the clubhouse, it’s Austin.”
“Okay.”
“That’s my girl.” His words sliver through me in a delicious way.
His girl.
Yeah. I’m his.
And he’s mine.
All mine.
I forgot to ask. Though I’m not sure I want to know. “How’d things go with Bambi?”
“As expected.” His answer doesn’t give me anything, but I suppose it’s all I’m going to get for now. It’s enough.
We have to learn to trust each other.
I have to trust that he’ll tell me what I need to know when I need to know it. It’s the life of an ol’ lady. Not that I’m officially one…yet.
Chapter Fifteen
“Hmm,” I mumble as soft lips work up and down my torso. Everything fuckin’ hurts but waking up to Kimber’s mouth on me is fuckin’ heaven amongst the hell we went through last night. Fuck me the way she’s licking and sucking on my body does things to me I can’t even form the words for. “Mornin’,” I grunt out.
“Mmm,” she moans, wrapping a fist around the base of my cock before closing those sweet lips around me.
I glide a palm along her jaw as she pays tribute to my cock, showing her appreciation. My girl’s not so damn shy anymore. Her tongue runs along my shaft. The delicious sensation pulses through my cock and up my damn spine. I want nothing more than to fuck her, but my damn ribs ache every time I take a breath. Fucking Link. But waking up to this. My woman in my bed giving me head is worth whatever punishment he sees fit to lay on me. I’d fight the bastard every day if I had to if it meant I get this in the end. My cherry girl. Kimber suctions her lips around me and sucks, bobbing her head, taking me deeper in each time.
Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth has me ready to come but the only way I’m coming is inside of her. “C’mere, cupcake.” I ease out of her mouth, and she catches me slightly with her teeth. I let out a hiss, but know she’ll learn to watch them teeth.
“Sit on my face.”
“What? I’ll hurt you.”
“I’ll take my chances. Want that pussy right here.”
Kimber moves up my body and positions her pretty snatch at my mouth. I grip her hips and breathe in, smelling her arousal. Nothing sexier. I grip her hips and eat my woman. Kimber rides my face. Her essences coating my tongue and dripping down my lips. She’s like candy. The sweetest addiction. A sugar rush I can’t get enough of. She’s the only drug I’ll ever need to get high.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out as I suck her pussy harder, making love to her with my tongue. Such a dirty mouth for such a good girl. Her orgasm rocks through her and I hold her hips as she trembles.
I slow my licks and kisses until she’s boneless.
Kimber rolls off and lays next to me coming down from her high, but I’m not through with her. “Get over here.”
She straddles my hips, her sweet, wet heat rubbing against my dick like last time we were in my bed in this same position.
“Lift up,” I instruct as I angle my cock to slide inside her. Like my good girl she does as she’s told. Her pussy sinks down on me and my eyes practically roll back in my head. I bite my lip and flex my hips as I push her shoulders down. A whimper tears from her throat. Her body wants to resist the intrusion, but I slide out and come back in fully as she cries out. My ribs ache and my muscles tense. The pain from the beating Link gave me is enough to make me vomit, but I power through it. The pain is quickly forgotten as her muscles clench around me. That velvet heat wraps around me, and I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my life. Her skin pressing against mine. She accepts me, rooted to the damn hilt.
Kimber rides me soft and steady, rolling her hips, doing all the work but we both reap the rewards. It being her first time it’s probably better this way. Because once I’m healed, I’m going to fuck her brains out.
I guide her hips and do my best to move without aggravating my injuries. It’s not easy and it’s not fast. Its slow. Its soft and sweet. It’s making love.
She’s poetry in motion. The girl poems are written about.
The kinda girl who makes you want to do whatever it takes to protect her. To take care of her. The kinda girl you marry and plant babies in as soon as you can.
I circle her clit and tease at her nipples, pinching and tweaking as she shows me what she likes, and she doesn’t by her responses. I can tell she really likes what I’m doing when her lips part and she lets out these soft pants and her eyes go all melty.
She gets off two more times before I get mine. Fuck me she’s so damn beautiful. I shoot my load as her muscles squeeze me tight, milking my cock, taking all I have to give. Her sweat and mine mingles together clinging to my skin. I smell and feel her all around me. She leans forward careful not to put her weight on my chest to give me a kiss that has me saying fuck it and rolling her over to her back. I’m not finished. My cum is leaking out of her pretty little pussy, and I ram it back in with my cock, knowing she’s on the pill and the chance of pregnancy is slim but part of me is wishing for it to happen. Because Kimber’s mine and she’ll always be mine.
My ribs ache with every breath I take, and I know I’m going to pay hell for this once the adrenaline wears off but I’m on top of the damn world as I thrust my hips. Her legs hook around me and I drive into her harder and harder making sure she knows who she belongs to. Kimber’s pussy curves to my dick like her body already knows it to be true.
“I love you, Nav.”
