Page 53 of Rescue Us (Next Generation 7)

It had been afew days since my date with Ainsley. We texted constantly and I found that it was the highlight of my day. I would wish her a good morning and a good night, and she would do the same. She would tell me her favorite quote from whatever book she was reading or a favorite line from a new song she heard. She would ask me how my brother was, and I would tell her that he was his same grumpy self. The fact that she cared enough to ask, did something funny to me. Even though Sammy was being a jerk to her, she still inquired as to how he was doing. It meant a lot to me that she still asked about him no matter how he treated her.

Both of us had been busy since our date the Friday before but no matter how many hours and days had passed, I couldn’t get that last kiss out of my head. Her running toward me and jumping in my arms. Her crushing her mouth to mine and slipping her tongue between my lips, giving me a small taste of what to expect as we took things between us further.

I knew there was a passionate woman somewhere inside of her. I just had to get her to trust me enough to unleash her. She had been right though when she told me she wanted me to remember her later that night. I did remember her. And that kiss. I couldn’t get it out of my damn head.

After I got home from dropping her off, I quickly headed to the bathroom, took a shower, and jerked off twice before my cock went down enough for me to sleep. But my dreams still consisted of her. Her on all fours, crawling toward me, wearing my collar while I held a leash. I had been looking for a submissive for so long, I was at the point of giving up when Ainsley unexpectedly came into my life.

I woke up the following morning only for it to start all over again. My hand had wrapped around my thick shaft while I was still half asleep, dreaming of her crawling toward me. I had tugged at the piercings lining my cock, the delicious pain forcing me awake. I felt like a boy who had just hit puberty and saw a naked woman for the first time.

Ainsley was something else, knowing my body had never reacted this way toward a woman before. It usually took a bit for me to get hard enough for sex. I eventually got bored of it and cut off sex completely and worked out or fought at The Ring to work off my frustrations. But with Ainsley, my cock was hard. All the fucking time. For her. Add to the fact that I had to be patient for her, it made this need grow and intensify into a raging inferno that I knew would eventually burn us both.

One night, it was late, pushing almost two in the morning in fact, and I couldn’t sleep. I had only texted Ainsley an hour before, wishing her sweet dreams, but something was wrong. We spent the past couple of days video chatting because she suddenly got a cold from someone at the center and didn’t want me to get sick. She was finally feeling better, and I still offered to make her soup, but I ended up getting called into work after a pipe burst. That ruined my plans of seeing her again. Finally getting home not too long ago, I still texted her even though it was late. While we hadn’t seen each other in person in a while, I needed her to know that I wasn’t going anywhere. But I couldn’t figure out what this sudden feeling was.

Pushing out of bed, I trudged out into the hall and was about to head to the kitchen to get a bottle of water when the front door opened. “You’re home late,” I called out.

“Was out but came home to get changed,” Sammy said, shutting the door.

“And you missed my pretty face.” Things had been weird between us. I wasn’t sure if it was because of Ainsley or not, but I tried not bringing her up. Especially when I didn’t even know what was going on between us. I took it one day at a time because it was all we could do.

I stepped out into the hall, handing my brother a bottle of water. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, heading to the couch. I noticed then how he was walking slowly. As he lowered to sit, he winced.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, taking a swig from the water bottle.

“I broke a table,” was all he said.

“Really?”

He only chuckled, running his fingers along his mouth.

I sighed, shaking my head. “Just make sure she has a safeword. I don’t need to find out that you got charged with—”

“Don’t worry about me, Cyrus. I know that communication is key.”

“Good.” I went to ask him if Amber was finally giving him the time of day but his next words stopped me.

“I heard that Price is causing a ripple. Someone from another chapter saw him and before they could take him down, he disappeared again. I don’t like not knowing where he is.”

My back stiffened. “I’m assuming this was in another city and that Piper’s okay?” Jaron had asked us to watch out for her and their daughter but since Price Davies had disappeared, we didn’t need to as much anymore.

“Yeah, he made his way north it seems. I don’t know what his deal is. It’s not like people won’t recognize him. His face was splashed on the news for years. Fucking fucker is making me itchy but Piper’s fine. Thank fuck she’s fine.” Sammy drank half of the bottle before continuing. “Jaron’s adding a new security system at their house thanks to Lucas. You know, all the years he’s helped the club, I’ve never actually met him.”

“He stays away.” I had been friends with Lucas Crane’s son, Rowan, but we only contacted each other lately when we needed something.

“Right.” Sammy finished off his water, rose from the couch, and went to the kitchen. “Why are you up still?” he asked, throwing the bottle into the recycling bin.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I mumbled, needing something stronger than water.

“Everything okay?”

I looked at him then. He was smaller than me, but it still felt like I was looking in a mirror. “I don’t know. I’m feeling off tonight. I guess I—” My phone suddenly rang off in the distance. We both knew that if someone was calling this late, something was wrong. We learned that from experience.

Heading back to my bedroom, I picked my phone up off the nightstand. My eyes widened when I saw Ainsley’s name flashing across the screen.

“Who is it?” Sammy asked from the doorway.

“It’s Ainsley,” I told him.

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