Page 66 of Acid

Oliver practically skips out the door. “Will Ghost teach me how to shoot again later?”

My head snaps to Star, and she lets out a nervous laugh. “Boys,” she says, rolling her eyes as she closes the door.

I sigh and walk over to arrange the flowers in the vase, taking out the dead ones. “If you’re not careful, Olly will know how to shoot and it will turn him into a hired assassin if Ghost has his way,” Acid’s deep croaky voice states from behind me.

I whirl around, my eyes wide as Acid lays there, looking at me with a smile playing on his lips. I run across and throw myself at him.

“Ooh shit,” he protests.

I lean back. “Sorry,” I apologise. My eyes brim with tears as I take in his face, making sure he is awake and I’m not dreaming. His blue eyes, although dull, they have a light spark in them asthey graze over my face. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

“I thought I would never see your beautiful face again,” he rasps.

I kiss his palm, a lone tear falling down my cheek. “I couldn’t live without you,” I tell him.

“Give me your mouth, Mama. Remind me what I’ve been missing.” His voice breaks and I press my mouth to his, kissing him gently and tenderly. I break the kiss, sniffing back my tears. “What is it?” he asks.

I close my eyes. “Don’t ever do that to me again. My heart can’t survive without you. My life does not exist without you.”

He places a brief kiss on my lips. “You’re stuck with me. I ain’t going nowhere, and as soon as I’m out of this fucking bed, you’re in mine,” he growls.

The doctor toldhim he had to stay and rest in hospital for 2 weeks. Acid lasted a week before he discharged himself. Even feeling the way he did, he tried everything for us to have sex. Much to his disappointment, I took the doctors’ advice, no matter how much I wanted it too.

It’s been 4 weeks since that horrific night. 4 weeks of Acid healing, and 4 weeks of tension throughout the club with them trying to think of strategies to get Scar back. There had been no parties. Acid wanted no celebration for when he came home, insisting that when Scar comes back, that will be the celebration. All of us felt the same. Each time we laughed or sat together, we all felt the emptiness of Scar not being here.

I would often find myself staring into space zoning out, overwhelming guilt consuming me. Scar had sacrificed himselffor me and for his brothers. I should have seen his feelings. I should have looked harder. Then maybe I could have ended things, saved him the pain, saved him from whatever hell he’s in now. However, if he hadn’t have done that, Acid wouldn’t be here now.

A warm firm hand clasps the back of my neck before Acid’s mouth presses against my neck. He lets out a low hum. “What’s going through that mind of yours?” he asks softly. I turn to face him, His arms wrap around me, holding me close.

I rest my hands on his chest and shake my head. “Nothing, just daydreaming,” I lie.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he counters. “Now tell me the real reason,” he demands.

I’ve been so cautious about his feelings, not wanting to upset him, or for him to think I’m confused with my feelings, because I’m not. I give him a small smile. “I’m fine,” I try to assure him.

“Whatever it is, just tell me,” he insists.

I exhale. “Okay fine, but what I’m about to say doesn’t change how I feel about you.” I take in a deep breath. “I feel guilty. Guilty that Scar gave himself up for me, you, and the club. I should have stopped our thing before it even had a chance to begin. Then maybe I would have spared his feelings, and he wouldn’t be stuck in that hell now. I love you, so much, but my heart hurts for Scar. Truthfully, I love him too, but not in the way I feel about you,” I assure him.

I reluctantly look up into his eyes, worried that I’ve upset him. His rich blue eyes pour down at me with love. “I know you love him. I know that if I wasn’t here, if you had met him first, then it would have been you and him. I count my fucking lucky stars that it was me, and I will be thankful for every minute of every fucking day that you chose me.” He pauses for a moment. “Don’t feel guilty. He didn’t do this for you to feel like that. He did it because he wanted to see you happy. We will get himout of there and he will survive this. I promise you.” He lifts his right hand, his fingertips caressing my jaw. His eyes follow the movement, and my eyes flutter closed at his delicate touch. “You’ve been avoiding sleeping with me, not just because of doctors’ orders, but because you feel guilty,” he states. It’s not a question.

I nod yes, confirming his thoughts. He doesn’t say anything for a moment before he bends down and throws me over his shoulder. I let out a scream. “What are you doing?”

“I’m fucking the guilt out of you,” he says, smacking my behind,

He storms through the club, ignoring anyone that’s there. Thankfully Oliver is at school. He kicks open the bedroom door and storms inside, kicking it shut behind him. He drops me down on the bed and stands there, looming over me. He lifts his T-shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest. Fresh scars mark his body, as well as the ones on his cheeks. Regardless of those, he’s still beautiful.

“Get your clothes off,” he orders, heat burning through his eyes as his hands move down to his jeans. I do as he says and quickly remove my clothes until I’m laid completely naked before him. His eyes sweep appreciatively over my body before he walks to one of his draws. Opening it, he pulls out a pair of metal cuffs and strides back to me naked, his thick hard dick ready and waiting. “Hands above your head,” he orders. I do as he’s asked and watch as he climbs onto the bed beside my head. The head of his cock is just inches from my mouth. I lift my head and take him into my mouth. He threads the handcuffs through the bars of the bed and secures the handcuffs onto my wrists, looking down at me as he does. He pauses and wraps his hand around the base of his hard length. “You want my cock in your mouth?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Open your mouth,” he orders. His hooded eyes watch my every move.

I open my mouth as he presses the tip against my lips. I lick over the tip, my greedy tongue too desperate for a taste. A deep rumble comes from his chest as my lips wrap around him. I lift my head, wanting him deeper, but he pulls back, withdrawing from my mouth. A whimper escapes me.

“Not now. I will fuck your mouth later,” he threatens. It’s a threat I’m looking forward too. He moves down the bed to between my legs. “Spread your legs.” I quickly spread them, too eager for his touch. “Wider,” he orders. I spread them as wide as I can, and he groans in appreciation at my most intimate parts on display. He leans down, his mouth just hovering over my centre.

I writhe, feeling his hot breath teasing over me. “Please,” I beg, needing his touch, his tongue.

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