Page 22 of Pushing Styxx
“We?” Hope murmurs, lifting her head off my chest. “I don’t need to go with you, or you to go with me.”
“Doesn’t matter if you do or not, I’m going,” I tell her, gliding a hand along the side of her face into her hair, tangling in the thick strands there.
“Why are you all of a sudden sinking deep into my life?” The question is filled with so much skepticism, I want to prove to her she’s got nothing to worry about with me.
This alone is strange for me. I swore after what Monica did to me, I wouldn’t let any woman close again. She gutted me. Burned me more than anyone ever could, yet with Hope, I find I want things with her, and it doesn’t completely have to do with her having a sweet body.
Throughout the night, I took her in several different ways, including tying her to my bed. It’d been such a sight, I took a picture of her with my phone and put it as my background. It might seem like a dick move, but I wanted the vision of her anytime I open my phone up.
We’d gone at it until Hope passed out from exhaustion. We were going to have to have a repeat of last night today, while it’s still just the two of us. My cock is already hard and ready for her.
“I’m not suddenly doing anything,” I grumble and roll her beneath me, slipping directly where I want to be, my cock pressing at her pussy. I bite back a groan at the feel of her slick, wet cunt all but inviting me in. I could slide right in and be in heaven. “I told you last night, Hope, and I won’t blow smoke up your ass to get in your pussy. If that’s all I wanted, I’d have kicked you out of my bed after I got my fill.” There was no way I’d ever get enough of her. One night wouldn’t do. Neither would a week. I don’t even think a lifetime would satisfy me.
“I don’t get you,” she murmurs, cocking her head slightly, eyes staring at me intently, like she were trying to figure me out.
“You will eventually,” I tell her, dipping my head down to kiss her chastely. “There is something I gotta talk to you about.”
“What’s that?”
“Your uncle.”
“Did he do something?”
“Showed up at your house yesterday. Promise was over here, and we heard him shouting on your porch. Your sister stayed with Eabha while I walked over there. He didn’t see her. Said he’d been trying to get you on the phone.”
“He hasn’t called me.” The words rush out of Hope’s mouth as her eyes go wide. “I also didn’t tell him where we moved to.”
I nod, figuring that out for myself.
“I’ve looked into him, and I don’t want him anywhere near you or your sister. For now, until we can get to the bottom of this, you both are over here. When I’ve got shit going on, and you’re at work, Promise is with Eabha at either the clubhouse or my brother’s. I’m not taking chances.”
“You looked into Uncle Ron?” she whispers.
“Told you I was gonna look into the situation. I take care of what’s mine, and you are that. You and your sister.”
Hope shakes her head, her eyes closing as she diverts her face from me. “You can’t do this. I’m . . .”
I sink inside her, making her gasp. “Can’t do what, Hope? Can’t have you as mine? Can’t protect you? Can’t care about what happens to you?”
Hope opens her eyes and meets mine with so much pain in them that it guts me. “It’s always me protecting Promise.”
“And no one is there to take care of you,” I finish for her.
I brace myself over her with one arm to the bed while raising the other to cup the side of her face. “I get you,mo chathú. More than you know, I get it. I understand you better than you think because Scythe and I have been there. We protected each other. Lost both our parents. Our sister was kidnapped, and we were all we had. Didn’t matter we lived with family. Love my aunt and uncle. They’re grandparents to my daughter, but it’s the marks on us that are still there. We know what it’s like. Doesn’t matter we were just kids at the time. Still feel the pain of it. Do anything for Scythe and our sister.”
“Your sister? You said she was kidnapped. You found her?”
“Long story short, she inadvertently found us because she’s best friends with Reaper’s ol’ lady, Ivy. When they got together, her group of girls tagged along. She was with them. Scythe and Iknew Isabelle was our sister, and we did a DNA test to confirm it. The rest is her story to tell, and I’m sure as you get to know her, she’ll tell you.”
“I’m sorry about your parents.”
“I hate you lost yours,” I add, dipping my head down to brush my lips against hers and move inside her slick stealth. I lift my head and ask, “You gonna let me protect you, Hope?”
“I’ve never had that,” she admits, her breath hitching.
“Then you’re in for it just as I am. I’ve never wanted to protect anyone other than my daughter.” It wasn’t a lie. I’ve done what I needed to protect those who belong to the club, but not because they were mine. The need to do it out of obligation is different from what I feel when it comes to this woman.
I dip my head back down and claim her lips at the same time pulling nearly all the way out, only to plunge right back in, bottoming out. Fuck, she feels good. No one has ever felt better.
