Kid: Cerberus MC Book 2 (6 page)

I sigh when I open my eyes back up and realize that he released my hand and backed away. I’m never getting out of Farmington. I sigh and follow him out of the room.

Getting Khloe out of the hospital was much easier than it ever should’ve been. We literally just left the room and walked out the front door. An underage girl who’s the ward of the state just moseyed down the hall and right out the front door with a bearded biker. I don’t know if I’m disappointed or glad.

Of course, the answer is I’m glad. The last thing I need is a kidnapping charge, although I feel as if I’m only postponing the inevitable.
Fuck
. Kincaid and Shadow are going to kill me when they realize I’ve just committed a felony taking this girl out of here. I have to tell them. I’d never lie about something that could get the club into trouble.

I try my best only to think of the next steps once I get her to the clubhouse. After helping her get out of there before she could be evaluated can easily mean the police will be coming for a little visit at the clubhouse. Hopefully, it will be one of the guys he or Kincaid knows well. We just traipsed right out, the three-headed Devil Dog big as day on my back. If they pull the cameras trying to figure out where she went, they’ll know exactly where to go looking for her.

I can’t think of any of that right now. Clear thoughts weren’t really possible the second she wrapped her arms and thighs around me. She’s so small she has to lean in super close against my back just to get her arms all the way around me. Her breasts are pushed into my back. I know it’s impossible to feel through the thick leather of my cut, but I swear I can feel the outline of her entire body on my back.

I try to remind myself that she’s not quite eighteen, but my cock doesn’t seem to care. I’m not fifteen, so he doesn’t control my head as much as he did then, but he is a persistent fucker. More than once since leaving the hospital I’ve had to reach down and adjust him.

The feeling of her riding with me is incredible, but I don’t think her being seen out is the best thing, considering we just absconded from the hospital. The four-mile trip takes almost twenty minutes due to the terrible condition of the roads. I sigh both in relief and in disappointment as we pull up to the clubhouse. I hit the kickstand with my boot and wait for her to climb off before I dismount.

I watch her intently as she pulls the borrowed helmet off her head. She relaxes her face when she catches me watching her. She loved it. The tiny smile on her face is also reflected in her eyes, if only briefly. I file that away for later.

I watch her look around the parking lot timidly. There are only a handful of bikes here. Most of the guys are at work or off doing stuff for the club. She steps in closer to my side when a pickup truck drives down the road in front of the club. She’s skittish, but the response says she trusts me on some level at least.

“Come on,” I say stepping away from her slightly. “I’ll show you to your room.”

She nods and falls into step with me.

We almost make it to the hallway where the bedrooms are without running into anyone. Almost.

“Who is this young lady?” Rose asks from the doorway of the kitchen.

“Rose, this is Khloe. Khloe, Rose,” I say in quick introduction. “Rose is sort of the house mother around here. If you ever need help or have a question, she’s the lady with all the answers.”

Khloe raises her hand up and gives Rose a small wave. “Nice to meet you,” she says timidly.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything, honey. You just come look for me.” Rose turns and walks back through the door.

I turn hearing the front door open and close.

“Fuck,” I mutter looking over my shoulder and seeing Shadow walking up to us.

“You trying to sneak her in?” Shadow says walking closer but keeping a little distance when he sees Khloe tense up beside me.

“We just got here. Khloe, this is Shadow. He’s our VP. Second in command.”

“Nice to meet you, darlin’,” he says holding out his hand to her.

She takes it quickly, but she pulls hers away after only a second. This girl doesn’t trust anyone. Up until this point, I’m certain it’s saved her from trouble on more than one occasion. She’ll loosen up eventually around the clubhouse.

“I didn’t figure they’d discharge her this early in the day,” Shadow says. “They usually drag their feet until after lunch time up there.”

“About that,” I begin but cut my eyes to Khloe. “We’ll talk about it later.”

He narrows his eyes at me but is distracted by his ringing phone. He pulls it from his pocket and frowns down at the screen. “You bet we will. I don’t know that the girls have had a chance to make the bed. You’ll probably need to grab linens on your way to her room.”

The look he gives me before placing the phone to his ear makes me want to run for the hills.

I watch him walk away and feel temporary relief at the sight of his retreating back.

“Scary guy,” Khloe says softly.

“Don’t let his looks fool you. He’s just a big teddy bear,” I assure her.
At least he will be toward you. I may be buried on the back side of the property come morning.

We stop by the small hall closet before going to her room. I pull out a set of sheets. They're all bundled together and inside of a matching pillowcase. This is all Emmalyn’s doing, something she saw on some DIY page on the internet. Putting sheet sets inside one of the matching pillowcases? Genius. So much better than the cluster fuck it used to be. Rose does a lot of stuff to help us out around the clubhouse, but she draws a hard line at washing our dirty laundry, that includes the bed sheets.

“It isn’t much,” I tell her as I open the door.

I flip on the light, and I step inside; she follows close behind me. The room isn’t anything to write home about. Bed, dresser, TV. This is one of the rooms that has an en-suite bathroom. Shadow insisted on it. Said the last thing the guys need is sharing a bathroom with a teenage girl.

“This is mine?” she asks almost reverently. I watch as she looks around the room, and I feel it in my gut when a tear rolls down her cheek.

“My room is a little bit bigger,” I tell her. “You’re more than welcome to it if this isn’t big enough.”

She laughs sardonically. “This is more than I’ve ever had,” she confesses.

It’s then that I realize the tear rolling down her cheek is one of gratitude, happiness even. It breaks my heart even further to think this girl cries over having a bedroom.

“I haven’t had my own room since I was a kid. The foster homes always had three or four other girls in the room.” I give her a weird look, and she laughs at my confused face. I mean seriously. How do you fit four girls in one room?

“Bunkbeds,” she answers as if I asked the question out loud.

She steps closer to me, raising her arms as she closes the distance between them. She’s going to hug me, and I’m not sure my dick can take anymore. She’s not intentionally being a tease, but he doesn’t know the difference. If she wraps her body around mine, she’s going to know immediately just how much of a fucking pervert I am.

Her face falls when I take a step back. I hold out the pile of sheets as a distraction. She pulls them from my hands.

“Thank you,” she says turning and walking back toward the bed.

“Do you want some help with that?” I ask.

“I got it,” she says quickly over her shoulder, dismissing me.

“Okay, well…” I clap my hands together and back toward the door. “Rose is in the kitchen if you get hungry. The club usually eats dinner about six-thirty. I guess I’ll see you then.”

She turns suddenly. “Where are you going?”

“I have to talk to Shadow. I have to give him a heads up. If the police start looking for you, it’s only a matter of time before they track you here.” I hold my leather vest away from my chest in explanation.

“You think they’ll make me leave?” She sits down on the edge of the bed in defeat.

“Do you want to be here?”

She nods.

“Then this is where you’ll be.”

***

To say Shadow was pissed is an understatement.

“We’re in the business of rescuing kidnapped girls, not committing the crimes ourselves,” he yelled at me when I told him about taking Khloe from the hospital.

He’s not happy, but he also offered to call a few of the guys at the PD to let them know what is going on. He said he’d get back with me later about what they said. He knows this situation is nothing like the jobs we get called out on.

I stayed out of his way and away from the club most of the day, only to return in time for dinner. Khloe didn’t show. Rose told me she came out and had a sandwich mid afternoon but then went right back to her room.

I went to check on her after dinner, but I found her asleep on her bed, curled up in a ball. She looked more like a little girl now than any other time I’ve seen her before. Peaceful. Content.

I close the door quietly and begin to make my way back down to my room. Snapper steps into the hallway with a look of determination on her face. Her bright smile and the faint hint of wrinkles near her eyes from smiling all her life are a welcome sight. No one looking at this redheaded beauty would question her if she were out past dark.

“Hey, Kid,” she says walking up to me and trailing her long fingernail down my chest.

“Hey, Snapper,” I answer in turn.

She reaches for my cock, cupping it in her hand through my jeans. “You up for some fun?”

“Always,” I answer, feeling myself thicken from her attention. It doesn’t take much; my dick has pretty much been hard since I spotted Khloe in the park yesterday afternoon. “How’s your mouth feeling this evening?”

She bats her eyelashes at me. “Empty,” she answers seductively.

“Well,” I say reaching out and squeezing one of her silicone-filled breasts in my hand. “I have just the thing to fill it up.”

I grab her hand and pull her toward my bedroom. There’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself where Khloe is concerned if I don’t take the edge off. Snapper is just the ticket; the perfect way to make me remember why I love to fuck so many different women. Older, experienced women.

She giggles softly as I close us into my bedroom. She won’t be giggling for long, kind of hard to do with nine thick inches down her throat.

“Strip,” I tell her. “Then hit your knees.” I won’t fuck her. Well, I don’t think I’ll fuck her. Stranger things have happened, but I do love to watch a pair of tits bounce as a mouth bobs up and down on my cock.

It’s a pleasant surprise to wake up in a room that doesn’t smell like antiseptic. I’m rested and thrilled I slept all night. I must’ve been exhausted from the hospital stay because I don’t think I even stirred last night. I was only planning to take a nap after eating a late lunch, but from the angle of the light coming in from the east, I slept through the entire night.

I full body stretch on the bed. I’m not the tallest chick around, but even arms and legs spread wide in the shape of a giant X, I don’t reach the edges. Growing up with my parents and in the foster system, I’ve only had a twin sized bed. The one I slept in last night has to be a king. It was by far the most luxurious night’s sleep I can recall ever having.

My stomach growls, reminding me that I slept through dinner last night. I was hoping Kid would come by and hang out last night, but he never did. He’s busy, and I’m sure he has a ton of other things to do besides worry about some girl he kept from jumping off of a bridge. I need to get my head on straight. He’s given me a place to stay, nothing more. I don’t even know how long the invitation is for.

I realize my throat no longer hurts when I take a sip of water from the tap after brushing my teeth. The bathroom is fully stocked, including the unopened toothbrush I just used. Can’t help but wonder if it was done up for me, or if it is always ready for when someone needs to crash. Probably always ready for the next visitor.

I stall leaving the room by taking an incredibly hot, extremely long shower. The razors in the drawer are made for men, and the shaving cream also has a masculine scent, but my legs have never felt smoother. Thankfully, the drawer also contained a travel sized female deodorant. I dress in the clothes I had on minus the dirty underwear. I’d love nothing more than a clean bra, but going without one is out of the question. I’m saddened when I think about all of my things in Alec’s apartment, knowing they’ve all been trashed by now. I’d expect nothing less from his parents.