We lay with each other for long moments without speaking another word. Lifting my head from his chest, I glance down at him. His eyes are such a beautiful color when he’s relaxed and smiling.
“Doll, I don’t want you to ever worry about not being good enough for me. Because, Rachel, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he says as he slowly begins to thrust inside me again.
“How do you know?” I murmur.
“When I see something I want, I go for it. I don’t hold back. I knew you were mine from the moment I opened the door to that truck and found you unconscious. It just took my head a little bit to catch up with what I knew in my gut and heart,” Stoney declares as he sits up with me in his arms. Maneuvering my legs, I wrap them around his waist and I kiss him as I grind down on him.
I don’t think anything could feel as good as this right here.
25
Stoney
After spending a few days at home helping Rachel get the twins sorted, only answering my phone if I had to, I’d sent a mass text to all my brothers informing them we’d have church first thing this morning.
My mind still replays not just what Raynor said but what Rachel told me as well. Each time, I want to throw my fist into a wall. I’m sure Tracker’s dad, Hogg, hadn’t known any of this. Then again, the more I think about the timeline of when everything happened, something doesn’t add up. Not in the least.
I know without a doubt Rachel would want to know what I’d found out from Raynor. She has a right to know what that cunt of a mother did to her. Except I don’t intend to tell her a thing about what happened. It would just cause her to shut down and that’s not fuckin’ happening. Not when she started coming out of her shell some during our time alone.
As I get ready to head to the clubhouse, I help Rachel load Luca and Corinne into my truck. If I didn’t need my bike for later this afternoon, I’d drive them there myself. I’ve got nothing to worry about though since she’ll be in front of me.
“Park in front of the clubhouse. On the opposite side as the bikes,” I order as I pull her into my arms.
“Okay,” she murmurs and wraps her arms around my neck.
Leaning down, I press my lips against hers and gain immediate entrance as I swipe my tongue along the crevice of her lips. Damnit, my dick is hard just thinking about all the things I’ve done with her and all the surfaces we’ve done them on, my favorite being having her for breakfast then sinking into her on the kitchen table.
Breaking the kiss, I help Rachel into the truck and close the door, securing her inside. As she begins to back the truck out of the driveway, I straddle my bike and bring her to life. In the timeframe it takes to get to the clubhouse, my mind begins to prepare for everything we need to discuss in church, from what exactly the Lucifer’s Heretics are involved in to getting Nerd on finding this Neil character and seeing where the fuck Rachel’s mom is. Those are only a small portion of the items needing to be discussed. We have our own shit to deal with after that, such as the cult still out there, taking girls and doing God knows what.
As Prez, my job is never done, and I’m not ever goin’ to complain about it. I love what I do and being there for all my brothers, their families, and I’ll do everything I can for them.
As the clubhouse comes into view, I notice the truck swerving somewhat. When we get to the clubhouse, instead of pulling into the parking spot I’d told her to park in, she ends up nicking the back of Tracker’s bike before stopping.
What the fuck?
Stopping, I drop the kickstand and hop off my bike, running to the driver’s side of the truck and pulling the door open. Rachel is sweating and her entire body is shaking.
“Doll, what the hell?” I ask as I unclip the seatbelt from around her and pull her into my arms.
“I’m sorry,” she slurs, but if I didn’t know what she was trying to say, I’d ask her again.
I don’t get why she’s acting drunk when I know for a fact she hasn’t had anything to drink. One, it’s too damn early, and two, she wouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you inside so I can get the twins,” I say as I turn to walk inside. Seeing Neo and Cane sitting at one of the tables, I order them to get Luca and Corinne out of the truck while I yell out Tracker’s name.
“Prez, no need to be roaring the fuckin’ place down,” Tracker says, coming out of the kitchen. He stops when he notices Rachel shaking in my arms. “Fuck happened to Rach?” he demands as he rushes over.
“I don’t fuckin’ know. She was fine when we left the house and by the time she hit your bike, she was acting like this,” I say.
“What’s going on?” Momma B asks as she makes her way over to us. Glancing at Rachel, her eyes widened. “Damnit, how could I forget,” she yells and takes off for the kitchen.
Neither Tracker nor I move from where we’re standing next to the bar. Rachel is all but pouring with sweat and shivering like it’s ten below right now.
Momma B runs back toward us with an orange juice and a Hershey bar in hand. “Why do you need that?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“Because Rachel’s a diabetic,” she says, placing the juice down on the bar and opening the candy. Tearing a piece off, she slips it into Rachel's mouth and orders her to eat
