Page 28 of Sinful Need
“Just peachy, Pres. I’ve taken worse than this dozens of times.” I brush off the worry plaguing his face and the scowl aimed at Rayne. She shifts uncomfortably next to me.
“We patched you up the best we could. Mercy will give you a full work up when we get back to the clubhouse but in the meantime we need to have a word. Do you mind Rayne?”
Rayne slips from my side, “Of course. I should check on Lilly anyways.”
“Cobra’s entertaining her but he’s out of his element.”
“This I gotta see. And you, I’ll see later?” There’s more than one question in her voice. I know the extent of what she’s asking. She’s lost and scared but she’s right where she belongs. She’s part of my family now.
“Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” The wink I shoot her tips a slight smile to her lips.
Rayne nods her head and turns to leave, tossing a quick glance over her shoulder. I give her a reassuring smile but the knot in my stomach feels like betrayal. The devil has me by the balls. Either choice I make, I’m screwed. I can keep Rayne’s secret between us or I can come clean to my President. When the door is closed behind her, I ask, “How pissed is Capone about the bike?”
“Not at all. Shit happens. It’s been taken care of.”
I nod my thanks as Chainz moves further into the small room. By the look in his eyes, I can tell there’s something heavy on his mind. I wait for him to speak first, feeling out what he knows while wrestling with my conscience. I can’t lie to him. I owe him more than that. He took me in when I was down and out. For two years I traveled across the country avoiding contact with everyone. I was a dead man after all and the last thing I needed was Hawk finding out I was alive. I worked odd jobs here and there for cash but no matter how hard I worked, it never seemed enough. There were times when I went days without eating or a safe place to sleep just so I could afford gas to keep moving. When Chainz found me, I was stranded on the side of the road after I spent the last dollar in my pocket on a lukewarmcoffee at a highway rest stop instead of gas. For the first time in years I let myself forge a connection to someone and landed myself at the Krymson Destroyers clubhouse. On the other hand, I don’t want to hurt Rayne either. I’ve already caused her so much pain.
Chainz shifts on his feet and hooks his hands in his front pockets. I brace myself for the words that will eventually come out his mouth once he’s able to shape them from the thoughts in his head. I know him well enough to know his tells. He’s hesitant to ask what is on his mind. He’s also confident enough to not let that stop him. Chainz confirms my observation by squaring his shoulders, “Do you trust her?”
The command in his voice thickens the air with tension but my response follows without hesitation albeit a touch of annoyance, “A thousand percent.”
“I have to be as fucking sure of it, Fuel. Until a few hours ago she was Hawk’s Ol’ Lady.” His suspicion is warranted to a point but he doesn’t know her like I do. The moment she came to my hotel room I knew she was mine. Always has been.
“She did what she did to survive a bad situation. One I left her in.” Chainz runs his hand over his bald head. It’s obvious he’s not convinced. I have to offer him something. The sting of betrayal bites at the back of my throat as my fist curls around the crumbled piece of paper Rayne left on my bed, “There’s something you should know.”
Chainz blows out a breath landing his eyes on the paper in my hand, “I already know. At least I suspect.”
Raising the paper up to where I can see it clearly I ask, “Do you think it's her?”
His voice mellows just a tad, but it’s thick with emotions he’s trying to hold back, “I think it’s possible. Did you get a good look at her?”
Shaking my head I respond, “No.”
“I have. I’ve been staring at her for the past two hours and when you see her, you’ll see what I see, brother. What we all see.”
“Fuck.” I’m not sure what else to say.
My expression drops along with my eyes and lands on the image on the paper. Chainz has been searching for her for over a year now. If it is true one woman’s going to be praising God and the other, cursing him.
“This stays between us until I have answers. Understood?” All I can do is nod my head in response. “Get some rest.”
Chainz starts to leave the cabin. As his hand closes around the door handle, I send a warning of my own. “Tread carefully Pres. She’s mine.”
He offers a slight nod of understanding and closes the door behind him. I let out a heavy breath, cursing the situation silently and lean back into the mattress. My eyes have grown heavy and my head is pounding.
The door to my room creaks open, my brother's voices filling the air but I keep my eyes shut forcing out the thoughts weighing heavy on my mind. I don’t want it to be true but there’s a strong possibility that Chainz is right. When I finally open my eyes, I find Rayne lowering onto the bed.
“Do you hate me?” She whispers.
Rayne slides down the bed, her fingers working feverishly at the button of my jeans.
Covering my hand over hers, she stops at my zipper, “I could never hate you and you don’t have to do that.”
She has to know I have never spoken anything more true. I’ve loved her since the moment I first saw her on that rooftop and even the years separating us couldn’t change that fact. I can’t condone what she’s done but I know deep down she was trying to do the right thing for that child while protecting her own ass. I can tell she loves her. I’ve done terrible things in my lifetime, who am I to judge her for what she’s done?
“I want to. I’m the reason you’re banged up. Let me make you feel better.” Rayne’s hand reaches inside, her fingers grazing the hardness of my cock. I watch her as she glances up at me from under her fluttering lashes. She’s so damn beautiful my cock throbs in anticipation of her warm mouth on me. Pulling my cock out from its confines, her tongue flicks over the tip and I grunt softly. Rayne takes me into her mouth, wrapping her lips around my girth. Her lips slide further down taking me in deeper. My body jerks when my cock is fully seated in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Slowly she moves up and down while circling my shaft with her tongue.
“Fuck,” I moan when she tightens her grip around my base and continues to stroke my length with her mouth. “I’m going to come in your mouth, Love.”
