Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2) (16 page)

“Hang on, Sweets, this is about to get wild.”

“Yes, God yes.” That is our go sign, and we fucking take it. Fast. Hard. Neither of us are going to last long, but I strive to last long enough to have her flying at least twice before I give in.

The first of her orgasms squeezes me so tightly I think I might lose the fucking condom. Letting go of one of her tits, I grab the base of my cock and anchor the latex. Her screams are damn near deafening and I want to hear more. If I walk away from this night with my hearing intact I will take it as a personal failure.

“One more,” I order roughly and pound into her sweet body faster, harder than I have ever fucked before.

“I can’t,” she breathes out, sweat glistening on her body from the bathroom light.

“You will.” I feel her muscles tightening all over again as her body climbs.

“No, no more left.”

“Yes,” I growl into her ear. “Now!” I order and bite down on her neck hard, leaving my mark for all to see.

She screams out our names over and over as she falls, taking me over with her and soon after, Caveman. My ears ring as we all collapse onto the bed. After catching my breath, I slowly remove myself from her still twitching backside and clean up in the bathroom. Tossing a warm cloth to Cave, he cleans up their mess, which has me wishing I was doing the same. Nothing says mine more than cleaning your cum off the woman you love. And Cave loves her. I’ve seen love before, thought I felt it before, pretty sure I feel it again too, but more powerful. The way he watches her, looks into her eyes, and right now at her sleeping form, is a dead giveaway. And I’m happy. So fucking happy for him. The restlessness I’ve felt inside for so fucking long is gone. Fucking. Gone.

She did this.

Fucking wow.

Climbing back into bed and tossing the blankets over all of us, I wrap my arms around Noelle’s sleeping body. Caveman’s head jerk catches my attention.

“Yeah, brother?”

“You with us?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. I may be acting and sounding like a pussy, but if there was one person I could be real around it’s Caveman.

“You tell her. First thing. Do not make her think she’s still some random pussy, you feel me?”

“First thing,” I agree. Time to stop the worry and heartbreak I see on her face every time I pull away. I won’t be pulling away anymore. Now let’s just hope she can live with me. I’m an asshole.

It’s about fucking time. Took him fucking long enough. Laying here wrapped up with my woman, I’m genuinely happy. I have my bike, my club, my woman, and now my best friend. Now, in the morning, we can start our life together.

Loud pounding on wood brings me to a half awake still half asleep state. I’m snuggled in between my men and the most comfortable I have been in…well, I don’t think I have ever woken to feeling this amazing.

“Get your ass out of bed, asshole! We have a serious issue! Out here now!”

I’m fully awake now. What in the hell?

“Shit. Fuck. Shit,” Wood grumbles and tugs on clothes. His shit isn’t even fully down before he jabs his arms into its sleeves and he points to me still huddled under the sheets.

“Keep your ass here,” he snaps and rushes out of the room.

“For your own safety, until we can figure out what the fuck is going on,” Caveman explains and kisses me quickly before running after Wood.

I get the stay-here-for-my-own-safety thing, I do. But no way in hell is that happening. I slide up my skirt and tug on one of Cave’s tee’s before I’m running out of the room and down the stairs just in time to see Wood being led away by two police officers with his hands handcuffed behind his back.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, I never fucking touched anyone,” Wood bites out between clenched teeth.

“Just keep your mouth shut, scum,” one of the officers says unprofessionally. “Woman beaters. Hate them,” he continues to the other officer. The second shakes his head and keeps walking.

“Cave? They think he beat up a woman?” I ask, but Cave doesn’t answer. His eyes are narrowed and focused on Wood’s head disappearing into the back of the cop’s car. I don’t think he heard me at all. I don’t think I exist for him right now, but that’s alright with me. I need all his focus on what’s happening with Wood right now. There has to be something I can do. Something.

“Cave.” His eyes are still on the car now exiting the compound’s gate. “Cave!” He finally looks down at me. “Take me home now. I’ll go bond him out.”

“No,” this from Steel, making me turn and look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“No, we will get this sorted. You get your ass back up to Cave’s room.” Steel snaps his fingers at me and I roll my eyes at him before looking to Jay.

“Is he freaking kidding me?” I ask her before turning to Steel with my hands propped upon my hips. “I get that Wood is your guy, but he is mine too. And if you think for one second that I won’t do everything in my power to help him, then you are sadly mistaken. I will bond him out and take him home while you guys find out what the fuck is going on and take care of the issue.” I turn back to Caveman and away from Steel’s shocked face. “Please take me home so I can get what I need to go pick up my man. You have a job to do, baby. Then you come back to me safely and in one piece. I just got you both I will not lose either one of you.”

“Let’s go.” He nods and I climb onto the back of his bike.

Twenty-one minutes and fifty-two seconds later we pull into my driveway. I jump off the bike, lean in and give Cave a deep kiss before running into my house for my purse, change of clothes, and my car keys. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I have a sinking feeling in my gut.

Pulling out my phone I check the time and make my first stop the hardware store. The front door opens as I reach it, my father beating me to it first. Confusion scrunches his eyebrows and I give him a large hug. His arms center me in the whirlwind my life has become. I take a deep breath to calm down before easing my way out of his arms.

“What’s the matter?”

“Life has become so complicated,” I answer his question. Dad shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Now, darlin’, just spit it out. You come up here driving like a bat ‘outta hell. Somethings the matter.”

“I need help. Well, my boyfriend needs help.”

“The big one you’ve been seeing? He okay? I like him.” Oh God, this is about to get awkward. But I need to get Wood out of there.

“Um, no. Caveman is actually out there right now tracking Stephanie down who got my, um, other boyfriend arrested.” My checks are flaming; I know without the use of a mirror. Dad’s beetled brows slowly climb up his forehead before his head shakes a bit and his eyes find the floor.

“Please, Dad. I love him. I love them both so very much. I’m not cheating or anything like that. It’s a different kind of relationship. Wood knows about Cave and Cave, well, he is actually thrilled we got through to Wood and he finally joined us. God that man has been through enough as it is and now my past is the one biting him in the ass.” Dad’s hand comes up and stops my verbal diarrhea. How do you explain ménage relationships to your father?

“You love them?”

“Very much.”

“They love you back or are you some kind of plaything to them?” His soft voice grows hard as stone with his question.

“Caveman, yes. Wood, he cares about me, but I understand why he is wary with letting a woman into his heart. But I’m not going to give up trying because it’s hard. They are my men and I will do everything I can to make us work,” I answer assuredly.

“Then what do you need me to do to help?” His smile eased a pressure inside of me, but it couldn’t be that simple.

“You are alright with this?”

“Darlin’, you will always be my little girl and I want to really meet these two if you ever want me to relax or even give blessings. But I know what a ménage is and I’m not an idiot. Plus, my baby is a grown woman and in love, I won’t stand in the way of that. Another plus, I really dislike that Stephanie chick and if she is fighting against your men, then that’s a good sign of character. Now how much you need to get him from the clink?”

Dad walks over to the safe behind the counter and I cannot wipe the surprised but extremely happy smile off of my face. He hands me some money and I hope with my nest egg, what little of it there is, I can get Wood released. With one more hug and a promise for a family dinner where I invite the guys, I jump back into my car.

I arrive at the police station in record time without breaking any road laws, need to get my man out of the clink, I don’t need a ticket for something right before going in. The reception desk is covered in scratched up bulletproof glass, like the plexiglass you see at ice hockey rinks, a board looking female officer sits behind the desk.

“Hello.”

“Yes, how can I help you?”

“I’m here to bond out Dillon ‘Wood’ Gentrey.”

“Have you contacted a bond agent?” The officer looks up in question from her paperwork. Yeah, that would be a no.

“Not yet. Any recommendations on who would be the quickest?” I ask.

She points over to the right at the counter edge at my elbow to a business card holder. Good Lord there are like twenty bail bond agents. Pulling out a card from the middle I call the number and explain the situation. I find out that normally the jail would call one or if they had someone already there, but because I came right on the heels of his arrest, Wood hasn’t even been all the way through booking yet. Maybe with my quickness we can get out of here soon.

I take a seat on an uncomfortable wooden chair lined up against the wall across the room from the reception desk and wait for Mr. Seever. He said he would be by shortly since he is already in town. He didn’t sound sleazy over the phone, thank goodness, I cannot deal with that at the moment. I am relieved a few minutes later when shaking the hand of the bondsmen. A younger man, probably around my age, wearing a clean pair of jeans and button down shirt, his right shirt pocket pronouncing the company logo, and tan boots.

“Alright, let’s get the paperwork all done and your boyfriend out of here. I do, or wish, look I know it’s not my place to say anything, but looking over the charges I worry—”

“Bogus charges. They will be proven. He has never risen a hand to me, and I have seen him furious, I know he would never hit a woman. Just because he rides a Harley and is with a club, it doesn’t mean he or the club are bad or evil and woman beaters. But thank you for your concern.” I smile at him and with a nod he goes off to do whatever he needs to do to get Wood the hell out of this place.

Crap balls… I feel like I’m in a Spongebob episode…

Three hours later…

My butt has gone completely numb from these stupid damn chairs. I pull out my phone and hook up to my Netflix, seriously I cannot take any more daytime television from the little screened TV hanging in the corner of the room. Every ten seconds I think I hear a buzzer so I glance over at the white painted steel door hoping it will open and bring out my man. The bondsmen had already completed paperwork, I’ve signed everything, and ran out to the ATM, giving him the customary ten percent…and what a large chunk of my savings that was. Five thousand. Five freaking thousand dollars for bail. First, the bondsmen scored lucky with me randomly choosing his company. Second, Wood better find some seriously ingenious ways to pay me back, not with money, I would never take it, but he is inventive, I know he will figure out something.

Three more hours later…

I’m now pacing. And I’m pretty sure pissing off the reception officer. The new one. Because shift change was apparently an hour and a half ago. I couldn’t concentrate on the movie I tried to watch and no games apps can keep my attention. All I can think of is what they are doing to Wood behind that steel door that could possibly be taking so damn long! I contemplate counting floor tiles and ceiling panels, but I don’t have the patience…the time obviously, just not the patience. I texted Cave a few times to see how that side of things are going, but I only received a quick short ‘Taking care of it’ from him. Alright then, I will leave it in their capable hands. I don’t know how connected these guys are, I just know they are in fact connected somewhere. Or just cocky and oozing superficial confidence. Either way they got this.