“I’m sorry, Kace. I let my anger get the best of me. The shit at Adalyn’s, it’s got me wound tight. I’ll talk to Brooks, I’ll tell him.”
He gives me a tight smile. “No, you won’t go near Brooks. Z and I will handle Daisy and him.” His phone alerts and he looks at it. “I need to get back. I need you to stay in this room and only open the door for Z or me. Can you do that?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, I promise you.”
He gives me a quick lift of his chin and turns around. He just gets the door open and I call his name. He turns his head to look at me and I search his eyes.
“I promise I’m not here to hurt him.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he does lift his chin slightly before closing the door. I lock it behind him and look around. I pull open the drawers until I find a shirt I can slip into after I shower. Once I get in, I let the water pound on me and I begin to think everything through. Between Kace’s worried face, Brooks glaring at me like he wants me dead, and Zane flipping his shit, I’m beginning to wonder how safe I really am. If my father was the one behind this, which I’m a hundred percent sure he was, that means he knows. He knows where I am.
Fear starts to wrap it’s way around my throat as I think of all the possible ways he could hurt this club. All the ways he could slowly torment Zane until he breaks him completely. I need to get back to my club and see what the fuck is going on. I need ears and eyes. I will not be the reason Zane is destroyed. But I also won’t allow them to be the reason I’m destroyed.
I get out of the shower and slip into Zane’s shirt. It smells like him and I wrap my arms around myself.
“Tell me what’s going on, baby,” I whisper and sit down in the chair. Exhaustion is taking over, but I refuse to sleep on that bed. I’d rather have aching muscles than chlamydia.
With my mind wandering, my eyes finally give in and close. My last thought is of Z, telling me to trust him.
Chapter 9
Zane
I’m fucking exhausted and all I want to do is sleep. After talking to Kace though, I doubt I’ll be getting any, anytime soon. I knock on the door to my room and wait for a minute before I bang on it.
“What?” Harper asks, sleep clear in her voice.
“It’s me, babe.”
She opens the door and while I’m prepared for a fight, she tosses her arms around my neck. “Thank fuck,” she breaths out.
I lift her, her legs wrapping around me and I go to sit on the bed, but think better of it. I sit in the chair and hold her tight to me. My hands run the length of her back and I keep my lips pressed against her head.
“Babe,” I say, trying to get her to look at me. When she lifts her eyes to mine, my heart stops. She looks tormented. “Fuck, what is it?”
She presses her lips to mine and I kiss her back. I grab her hair and deepen the kiss and the moan I swallow, makes my dick jump. I groan when she begins moving her pussy against me. I have no idea if she wants a distraction, if she’s just horny, or if there is something else, but I don’t care. I reach under and realize she is naked under my shirt and I pull my mouth from hers. I lock my eyes with hers as I unbutton my jeans. Her eyes are searching mine, I’m just not sure for what. We don’t speak though, not a word. I push my jeans down past my hips and lift her. She doesn’t give me a chance to even move before she impales herself with my hard cock. There’s nothing slow or gentle about this. She’s riding me hard and fast. My hips are lifting, slamming deeper into her. I pull at her hair as I suck on her neck, sinking my teeth into the delicate flesh. Her nails claw at my back under my shirt. I keep one hand in her hair and move the other between us, rubbing her clit. She moans loudly and it just spurs me on. We are fucking so hard, I start to worry the chair might break beneath us. Her pussy tightens on me and I know she’s close. I rub her throbbing bundle of nerves harder, pinching it hard. She screams, arching her back as her orgasm rips through her. I continue to pump into her a few more minutes before I growl as I come inside her tight cunt.
I slam my mouth to hers and we kiss as our bodies slowly recover. When I need more air in my lungs I pull back. I hold her to me and kiss her head.
“Talk to me.”
She holds me tighter and I return the gesture. “He knows, doesn’t he?”
Confused, I pull her back to look at me. “Who knows what, babe?”
She shakes her head, her soft eyes begin to harden. “Please don’t play stupid, Z. My father, he did this right? He knows about us?”
Realization hits me and I stand, letting her slip down my body. I step out of my clothes, leaving just my boxers on. “If I flip the fucking mattress, will you lay with me?”
“Don’t avoid my questions,” she
