Page 9 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“Yes, I expect to see you in the next week or so woman, we are going to rent a place together and live happily ever after, remember.” I yell after her, earning me a look from Matt and Bart, one looks intrigued, while the other looks like he wants to throttle me. I have no idea why Bart would be upset that I plan on getting my own place once I get home, but whatever. He’s been quiet since our earlier exchange, so I just shrug and walk over to Pops.
“You ready to go Baby Girl, the hotel has everything ready for us. Let’s go celebrate!” Shaking my head, I hop into the cab of his old truck. I’m about to shut the door when I’m being pushed over by Bart, as he slides in next to me. We’re so close I can feel his body heat, I can’t move any farther away from him, because then I’ll be sitting on Pops’ lap, Bart grins down at my frown.
“Didn’t you bring your bike?” I ask as I hear the rest of the guys open up their throttles behind us, thankfully we are inside the cab of the truck or the sound would be deafening. He pushed his thigh against mine, I try to ignore him the best I can crossing my arms across my chest, which only earned me the biggest laugh I had heard from him and Pops in a long time. Geez, these men could drive a sane woman crazy.
“No, he didn’t bring his bike, I can’t drive at night anymore so he came to drive us home.” Turning to look at Pops, really look at him, I start to see that age is starting to catch up to him. He’s not old by any means, but he has aged over the last four years I’ve been gone. His hair is greying, he has more wrinkles around his eyes, and he looks so tired, like he hasn’t slept in weeks.
“See, I’m being a good son.” He sticks his tongue out at me, and I don’t even think before I’m sticking mine out in response. His face sobers instantly, his eyes bright with hunger, my panties feel like the floodgates have been opened. It feels like we are the only two people in the truck. Bending down ‘til his lips are next to my ear, his breath warms against my skin making me shiver.
“Bliss, I have better uses for that tongue of yours, just you wait.” Shocked by his words I practically jump into Pops’ lap.
“You alright Bliss?” Nodding to Pops in response. I try to calm the ache in my core, but without moving it’s not going to happen, so I sit as still and quiet as possible while we head to the hotel to party.
Chapter Four
Bliss
As soon as Pops opens his side of the truck I jumped out with him, hearing Bart growl behind me made me want to haul ass inside and never leave Pops’ side. I knew as long as I stayed by his side Bart wouldn’t make a move on me. Pops had practically rented out the whole hotel with all the guys and their families in residence. It wasn’t a super high end hotel, but it was nice enough to have a suite, my designated room for the night. I quickly grab my room key and hightail it there before Bart can follow me. Kissing Pops on the cheek, I rush off.
“Hey, where are you going the party is about to start?” I turn to wave at Pops as I get in the elevator, when I do my eyes connect with Bart’s, his stare is so intense that I completely forget to step over the little metal entrance to the elevator and my heel gets stuck in it. I’m about to fall flat on my ass when I feel arms wrap around my waist.
“Whoa there sunshine, you trying to break that pretty neck of yours or something.” He’s pulling me up towards his body, then backing me up into the elevator, as the door closes I get the feeling of being trapped. I’m flush against his chest, I can smell his cologne, it’s like coming home, damn him. Pushing against him, I try to distance myself from him in the small confined space, but he refuses to let go of me.
“You can let me go now.” When he doesn’t move, but instead starts to run his hands up and down my back, so softly it feels like feathers through my dress. I know if I don’t get away from him I’ll become a pool of mush at his feet in no time. “Bart, please let me go.” I instantly feel the loss of his body when he releases me and glides to one side of the elevator. My breathing is erratic from having him so close to me, from wanting him back, damn this man.
“Bliss, I’m sorry, for what it’s worth I’m sorry.” He’s sorry, seriously does he think that makes up for him disappearing for four years. Does he think that makes up for him leaving me alone in bed, he’s sorry my ass? I have to brace myself to keep from crying right there in front of him. I refuse to give him my tears. I’ve moved on, yeah right. The elevator dings and I’m out the door rushing to my room, I can hear him behind me; I know he’s following me, but I don’t care, I just want to get to the safety of my room. There I can break down, I can scream and shout at the unfairness of life. Unlocking my door, I try in vain to close it quickly behind me, but his black boot stops it from shutting.
“Nice try princess, we need to talk, and we need to talk now.” I’m backing up from the door as he walks in, I know I can’t handle more from him tonight, so I run to the bathroom and lock myself in. Turning on the water, I decided I need a shower after Vic’s assault, he can wait out there or leave for all I care, either way I was taking a shower. The steam is filling the room when I hear him knock, I ignore him, I need space. Slipping off my dress and undergarments I slide into the hot shower, the water instantly relieves some of my stress of the day.
“I said we were going to talk Bliss, and damn it I mean we are going to....” I nearly jump when I hear his voice over the water. How the hell did he get in? Oh yeah criminal, somehow I shouldn’t be surprised. Turning around in the clear shower, I see him staring at me through the glass; it’s fogged up from the heat but he can definitely make out my shape.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were taking a shower woman?” Is he for real, did he think I was just running water for my health.
“Seriously Bart, I was running water, even you can’t be that stupid that you don’t know what running water means. Now leave so I can finish my shower, that’s a good boy just turn around and go right back out that door.” Only he doesn’t move, he just stares at me, my anger getting the best of me I decide to give him a show he’ll never forget. Reaching for the washcloth I clean off the clear glass, hearing his intake of breath only makes me bolder. I grab the soap and work up a good lather, gliding the washcloth down between my breasts, then back up, under, and then around them I smirk when he inches closer. I wash down my chest, across my navel, and when I reach above my mound, he’s practically crushed against the glass watching my descent. Emboldened, I make the final trek down making sure to spread my legs, giving him the perfect view of my shaved pussy, turning my back to him I wash over my rear just as thoroughly. I hear him groan as he slams against the glass startling me.
“Jesus, fucking Christ Bliss, that’s fucking torture, you know that don’t you?” When I whip around to give him a piece of my mind about his “fucking torture” he’s no longer against the glass, instead he’s getting naked. My brain takes a moment to catch up, long enough that he’s suddenly in the shower with me, pressing me against the tiles.
