Insatiable - Devil's Stepbrothers MC (19 page)

Aiden was just sitting there, waiting. It had been a few hours, and he decided to take a shower. That would pass some time and maybe chill him out.

He’d thought about turning the water to cold, but decided there was no need to add more misery to the piles that he’d been accumulating for what seemed like forever.

The warm water hit him and felt like tiny fingers all over his body. He didn’t know if it was the text that he’d gotten from Lorna or what, but his cock was harder than it had been in a while. What started off as him wanting to relax had moved on to something else.

After squeezing some liquid soap into his hand he grabbed his cock and pumped quickly. He wasn’t one for masturbation as he liked to get pleasure from a pussy, mouth, or someone else’s hand, but he’d not been in the mood to get anything from anyone else. It wasn’t like the ladies hadn’t tried, but he just wasn’t interested. His cock was interested now, and fuck did it feel like heaven.

He dipped to tug on his nuts a few times just to remind himself of Lorna and how she liked that little detour every once in a while. All he could hear was the water from the shower, but his imagination could conjure up Lorna’s sweet husky voice from memory. That she loved to suck his cock made how she worked him even better. She hummed and moaned so much when she took him between his lips like he was her very favorite flavor and damn if that didn’t make him come even harder.

He liked to work his cock right under the head a few times between stroking his entire length it held him off a bit and got his anticipation higher. Putting his head back against the wall of the shower he polished his knob until there was a froth of bubbles that he’d created with this friction. It had started with him using his hand to stroke his cock, but now it was more like him fucking his hand. His head was back, and it felt like every muscle in his body was bowed with tension. He wanted it to last almost as he wanted to explode all over his shower wall. Looking down at the frothy bubbles almost gave him a moment’s reprieve, but it was short lived. He was on a very short leash.

The slick bubbles had nothing on Lorna, but for the moment it was pretty good. His balls had drawn up so tight it was almost painful, but the release almost hit the opposite wall under the showerhead. “Lorna!” He yelled and his voice ricocheted against the walls filling his ears with her name as his balls emptied into the air. This orgasm didn’t feel like it was ever going to end, and by the time it did, he was feeling like he should have eaten more than he’d had that day. That woman made him crazy.

After such a powerful release, he decided that he should have taken a cool shower, but the wash up portion of the shower wasn’t going to take long anyway. Now that he was at least partially satiated, he was back to wondering if Lorna was going to respond to his last text or if he was going to have to find out where her father lived and risk losing his life.

Walking back to the bed, he picked up the phone to see if he had missed any text messages since he’d been in the shower, but he saw the blank screen telling him it was almost the time he normally got up. It was late enough or early enough to actually be sleepy, and with the edge taken off, he hoped that he’d be able to get a bit of sleep before going in to help count the money that had been made overnight with The Devil’s Stepbrother’s other entrepreneurial ventures.

Climbing into bed, he could feel that something was brewing in his life. It had always happened when there was going to be a big change. He just hoped the change would be a good one.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lorna woke up slowly to the intense pain in her head. She looked around the room that was disheveled and found her mother looking at her from the couch she had insisted be brought from her house. It was a small request, but since she felt so bad and sorry about what she’d inadvertently caused, she didn’t want to ask for too much.

“You don’t eat… you don’t talk… I’m worried about you.”

Lorna looked at her mother and knew that the woman probably only wanted the best for her, but this was one of the things she missed about being on her own. There was no one that came into her room and stared at her. Usually she really wouldn’t care, but right now it felt like a train was going through her head.

“I’ve brought you a little something,” her mother said as she pointed to the night stand.

The water and what looked like aspirin may go quite a way with the headache and pain for betrayal. It was enough that she was able to sit on the side of the bed and take the medication, but she knew that her mother was going to be ready to talk about whatever she had on her mind, and she wasn’t in the mood for that right now.

“Mom?” Lorna said after she waited for her mother to either say something or get up and walk out. They all knew she was the mother of the year, and she was as patient as the statue in the backyard, but she was just not ready.

“Yes, princess,” her mother said gently like she thought a confession or a long monologue was going to come out of her daughter’s mouth.

“I’m not really ready to talk yet, but when I am you’ll be the first to know.” Lorna wondered how long she was going to have to lay here and not say anything.

Lorna heard the sigh and knew that her mother was going to give her a break. Her mother was nothing if not consistent. She always thought that is how the rest of the family got by with her father’s sporadic behavior and limited interactions. Her gentle and quiet mother was always here and ready to try and pick up the pieces.

“I guess that has to be good enough. You’re just like your father. If you aren’t ready for something, then it’s just not going to happen. You two are so much alike I don’t think you even realize it. Don’t scrunch up your face… it’s true.” Her mother walked to the door but stood there and waited for her to look up at her before she walked into the hallway and closed the door.

Hmmp… passive aggressive much?

She had a lot to drink last night and into this morning, but that didn’t make what she saw on the DVD her brother had given her any less guilt producing. Her father had told her he knew for a fact that Aiden had shot Lucca himself even though Aiden himself had told her that he didn’t. She’d been mocked and ridiculed for believing a common criminal over her flesh and blood, but the truth had somehow been taped, and she had witnessed with her own eyes that her lover had been telling the truth and her father had lied. She felt like she was in some alternate universe. Her father had always preached that you had to tell the truth to those you loved, and she’d always believed what he’d told her because of that, but either something was wrong with the system or he didn’t love her anymore.

Taking a big breath, she picked up her phone and called the number she’d only texted up until now. This shouldn’t be this hard. They’d spent time together, and she’d wanted to stay with him in that little cabin forever, but that was before she lost her cousin and her whole world turned to shit.

“Hello,” Aiden answered like he’d been sleeping. His deep sexy voice always made her feel so many things, aroused, safe, and happy, but in the last month she’d been trying to reprogram herself away from him. It hadn’t been working, but she’d been making a very strong effort. Now that she had him on the phone, she was really nervous, and there were so many things she wanted to get out but she was at a loss of what to say… how to start this conversation that really needed to be had.

“Lorna? I know this is you.”

“Hi, Aiden. How have you been?” She said knowing that she probably sounded like a lunatic. She’d read some of the text messages calling him names and wishing bad things for him so to call and be all cordial was insane, but at least the words had started. For a minute she thought she was going to have to hang up and try again after she felt better, took a shower, ate a sandwich, built a rocket ship or any of the other things to do in the world before she called back.

He laughed that rough sexy laugh, and she could almost feel it through the phone. That was one of the things she had enjoyed. Laying on his chest while they talked in the dark there would be times when he would find something humorous, and she would be able to feel his laughter.

“Well this is a good change from last night, I guess. I’ve been going out of my mind with boredom. How are you? Since we are going to act like we are mere acquaintances and not the knock down drag out lovers that we used to be.”

“I’m well. I wanted to talk to you alone. There are a few things I have questions about, and I want to know the truth.” She thought he would be happy about this call, but he didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Where and when?” Crisp and clean. That was how his voice was. It didn’t waver, and he didn’t waffle. It was times like this she couldn’t remember why his calm, cool demeanor rubbed her the wrong way sometimes. Oh yeah, she wanted him to lose his shit when he had sex with her instead of being so in control. There was that one time, but it happened right before her world fell apart.

“How soon could you get to my boutique?” This was such a risk, but it was one that she had to take. There was a lot to put together to make this work, but if he would do it, she’d make a grand effort.

“I could be there tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay then let’s meet there at 2 PM. I have to go now, but I really am looking forward to seeing you.” She didn’t know why she felt self- conscious, and she wasn’t much for being shy, but there was something about him that drew out a lot of things that didn’t usually pop up.

“I’m looking forward to it too.” His husky voice made her tingle in a way she thought she may never tingle again. It wasn’t just a sexual relationship she had with him; they’d shared a lot of themselves.

She hung up before she started asking questions that would either make her upset or jealous as she had no right to be either things. Lorna knew that she and her family had been in the wrong, but she wondered what had made Frankie go against her father and show her something she’d never have found by herself.

Getting herself to the shower was the most important thing. She was going to have to figure out a way to make it to her boutique tomorrow and be alone. It was so difficult to do in the past, she’d stopped trying, but if it didn’t happen the way it was supposed to, she may just stage a breakout and worry about the consequences later.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“I’m taking a big gamble bringing you with us, man.” Maverick and some of the high powered muscles were going to set up shop right around where Lorna was. When the men had talked about it before, he was on the fence about going, but with her wanting to talk to him, he wanted in with this new venture. “We’re going to have enough trouble finding a way in without you stirring up shit with the Giovannis.”

Aiden didn’t even bother answering him since he didn’t know what was going to happen within the next few days.

“I’m going to let the fact that you’re not answering me go, but keep what I said in mind.” Maverick turned away to join the other guys while Aiden went the other way to go meet Lorna. He was so happy that he’d kept his apartment open for three months since he already paid for it why not use it?

“Hey, meet me back here early tomorrow.” Maverick was behind him, but Aiden was done with whatever the fuck the man was trying to say.

“I’ll be here,” Aiden said as he walked out the door of the make shift club house they’d set up temporarily.

It was difficult for the man who was always calm and cool to fathom that he was practically running to meet with Lorna.

When he rounded the corner to her shop, he could see her waiting outside. Pulling up to her, she jumped on the back of his bike.

“GO!” She yelled into his ear, and he took off while he looked around to see who was around them. This wasn’t the greeting he had planned on, but he was happy that they were going somewhere. The apartment he’d rented was nearby, so he thought he’d take her there and then find out if they should go somewhere else.

Pulling up behind the building so they could be hidden from the street, he turned off the bike. “Is anyone following you?”

“No, but I only had a certain amount of time that I could be out before my driver came to get me.” She hopped off the bike, and he parked it next to the wall.

When he had it all situated, he took off his helmet and locked the bike against a large pole. He had so many questions for her now. It sounded like she had been locked up. Was she harmed? That idea got him so upset he was trying to pull himself together before he faced her. The man had power and the backing of the criminal underworld, but if he hurt his woman there would be hell to pay. It didn’t matter that she was his daughter.

“Is this where you’re staying?” She asked as she came up behind him to touch his arm. All the fist fucks in the world didn’t compare with smelling her sweet, sexy sent and the warm touch of her hand on his skin.

“It’s where I stayed when I was here. I went back to live with the Devil’s about a month ago. I was going to suggest going somewhere to get something to eat so you didn’t feel pressured to do anything.” He turned toward her and looked her up and down, so he shouldn’t have been alarmed when she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, but he was.

“I know we have a lot to talk about, and I have some apologizing to do, but could we suspend that for a minute? I need your cock before I can even think.” She writhed on his cock, and he was impressed with how agile she was just using her arms and legs. It was the sweetest assault he’d ever had. She came at him hungry. Kissing his mouth and face like he’d just returned from the war. Lorna was doing an in air lap dance as she bumped and grinded his cock like a pro. He was hard as hell and not going to stop her. Something about the way she was touching him made him feel things he wasn’t sure she was ready for, because he knew for damn sure he wasn’t ready. The words of her cousin Lucca came to him often. He liked Lorna a lot, but could he provide the princess type life that she was accustomed to? Not unless he was going to do high crime all the time, and the way they had him working the books and keeping track of the money, it wasn’t going to happen.

“Since you were concerned about being seen, maybe we should take this inside.” Although nothing would be better than enjoy the rest of her performance by coming in his pants like an untried teen or bending her over his bike in this alleyway that was scented with garbage and shit, he didn’t want to face the cavalry that had shown up to pick her up after Lucca’s death with his dick hard and his ass exposed.

She stopped kissing him and stared disappointedly as she unlocked her legs from around his ass and slid down to the ground. “You’re probably right. Lead the way.”

They were up in the secured space quickly, and he was grateful that he place was at least clean. He’d spent most of the time over at her house, and the few nights he did use it, the only thing he did was sleep there.

He knew that he’d stopped her from what she wanted before, but they’d agreed that they were meeting to talk. If she wanted more, he was happy to oblige, but he didn’t want to force her. This meeting was something she set up, so he’d let her go for it.

“I don’t have anything to offer you except maybe a water,” he said as he went to open the refrigerator.

“That’s okay. I have to say a few things and then we can go from there.” She was nervous, and although there weren’t many things he thought were cute, but watching her in his space and having her care was touching.

He pulled out the two waters anyway. It gave him something to do with his hands, and he offered one to her when he got closer. Sitting on the couch together, he waited for her to start speaking, but it was taking so long he wondered if she again changed her mind.

“I want to apologize for thinking the worst of you. When you came back to the cabin and told me that Lucca was dead, I didn’t want to believe you, and then I believed that you killed him yourself. That was because someone who I’ve always believed in told me he knew that you did for a fact. I’ve been raised with criminals all my life, and I don’t know that I know an honest person. It was easy to believe that I’d been duped by a sexy, charming person who was also a hit man.” She took a deep breath, and he moved closer to her so he could give her some support through what would have to be a hard conversation for her. She was admitting that she was wrong, and that was a huge step. He’d known several people who wouldn’t have even been able to get that far.

Lorna picked up the water and opened the cap before she took a few long pulls at the bottle. He knew that it would come in handy, but he refrained from saying so. Watching her drink her water shouldn’t have been sexual, but just watching her do anything could get him going. The fact that he was with her after weeks of thinking he’d never see her again was making him giddy.

“I felt the disconnect from you as soon as you entered the house. Looking back, I probably knew something had happened, but I didn’t want to believe it was that.”

“When I got back, you claimed that you missed me and that was why you were so hot to have me as soon as I walked in the door. Does that mean that you didn’t really miss me when I was gone? Or was there another reason why you were so frantic?” He hadn’t wanted to say anything as to stop the flow of her conversation, but he had to ask questions as she went along because he didn’t want to forget anything.

“No. I did miss you, and I was feeling very anxious. When I was a little girl and my father would leave to go out on business I’d wait for him to return. I hated for him to leave, but I knew it was part of his job. There wasn’t a time that my mother didn’t encourage me to go to bed and tell me he’d be home in the morning, but I felt like if I could just wait up for him, then he’d be alright.”

“That sounds like a good little girl who wanted everyone safe. Don’t make yourself feel bad about that.” He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he didn’t know if that would stop the conversation, and he really needed to know what had happened and what was going on now.

“Well one day he didn’t come home when he normally did, and I was frantic. I woke my mother and made her contact him only to find out that he’d been shot. It must not have been a major injury because they brought him to the house and had our doctor see him in his bed, but there was so much blood, cursing, and screaming. All from the man who was always calm and cool. You remind me a little bit of him.” She sounded like she was getting to where she wanted to go with this story, and he didn’t want to interrupt, so he kept quiet and continued to watch her face, but he wanted her to know that he was paying attention.

“That sounds like a lot of responsibility and pressure to put on yourself.”

“It was, but it’s just the way I’m made. When you left that night, the thoughts I had with my father when I was younger came back to me for you. What if I never see him again? What could I have done differently to make the most out of our time together? Those questions made me crazy, and the meeting that I assumed would take about an hour took three, so when I saw you I was just so happy that you weren’t hurt. It only registered slightly that you weren’t really into everything like I was.”

“It wasn’t that I wasn’t into it. I knew when you found out about your cousin you’d regret what we were doing, and I never wanted to be a regret to you. I tried to tell you a few times, but then I thought that maybe you knew something and wanted one more time or you didn’t want to talk about it. I couldn’t let that happen because I wanted you to hear from me the details of the night. It was going to be hard, and I didn’t know what you wanted to do, but you surprised me when you said you had called your father and wanted him to pick you up. When I watched them hustle you into the car, I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I thought I’d be able to talk to you later. Even if it was just to make sure you were alright.” Now it was his turn to drink down his beverage, and he hated that he didn’t have anything stronger than water. A conversation like this needed vodka or bourbon, but at least a beer would have been nice.

“When I got to my house, the ear beating began about how I defied him and ran off with Lucca’s killer. It was nonstop. I worked to make that boutique what it was, but it was financed by my father and so was my home, so he took all that away from me. I believed that you’d killed Lucca even when you told me that your club had sent someone else because that was just too damn convenient. Stuff like that only happens in the movies, and since my life has never been that scripted, the whole scenario seemed ridiculous.”

“What made you change your mind? I got your text. The one where you cursed me and my dick to diseased pussy for life or something like that.” He wanted to know what made her contact him, but also he wanted to put a smile on her face. She looked like she hadn’t laughed in weeks, and he wanted to be the one to break the spell.

“I was just so angry at you. Earlier that day, my father had told me that you’d set up a meeting with him to bargain over my bracelet. He said that you wanted the money for it before you’d give it back. Then he told me he gave you two hundred thousand for it and he would give you the other two hundred thousand when you returned it, but you never came back, but you sold it for half a million dollars to someone he knew. He said you were seen out partying and using all that money on booze, drugs, and sex.” She was watching him closely like she was going to be able to tell from his reaction what was real and what wasn’t.

It was hard to listen to what she’d been told without getting upset, but he could do it. They were talking, and he’d be able to tell him her side when he calmed down. He stood up from the couch and walked over to the window.

“I can tell you want to say something.” She’d come behind him and wrapped her arms around him. He didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t want to bash her father, but it was going to have to happen if he wanted her to know the truth.

“I did set up a meeting with your father because I wanted to see you. It was hard trying to figure out where your father is, but when I stalked your house a few days and your boutique I could tell that you were nowhere to be found. That worried me. I didn’t think your father would do away with you, but I have known parents that have offed their kids for less.” He turned in her arms and wrapped his arms around her while she looked up into his face.

“My father wouldn’t kill me.” Lorna’s face said she believed that, but Aiden didn’t know the man well enough to know that at the time or now.

“Have you been locked away? Out on the street, you said you only had a few minutes by yourself before they were coming to get you.” He didn’t like the expression on her face. Her father may not kill her physically, but he was smothering her emotionally. If she wasn’t able to go around on her own steam at the ripe age of 27, then he was no better than an abductor.

“I wouldn’t call it locked away.” She unlocked her arm from around him and turned to go, but he held her hand so she couldn’t get far. They’d been apart for so long, and he didn’t know how much longer they’d be together, but for now he wanted to touch her… lick her…suck her and bite her. They hadn’t gotten to that part, but his body was still zinging from their time in the alley.