“I hate this.” I lower my head as a single tear falls.
Devlin gently holds my head kissing me and being the rock I’ve become to lean on. “Let’s get you settled.”
“Can we stay in the TV room?” I ask. “Just for a little bit.”
The thought of staying in the bedroom makes me feel a little claustrophobic.
“Ok, but you tell me as soon as you wanna lie down.” He insists.
I salute him as he begins to help me back up. As annoying as he can be, I love that he’s so serious about taking care of me. Besides, if I’m going to bring my plan forward I’ll need all the strength I can muster.
Sitting amongst everyone else is a nice change from hiding away in the bedroom but I don’t last for the rest of the day. I’m not totally wiped but I need to save my energy.
Devlin decides to carry me to the bedroom, earning him a few winks and hollers from his club brothers. I can’t help but laugh. Devlin settles me gently on the bed, locking the door behind us.
When he turns to face me, I see a certain look in his eyes and my body automatically responds. He wants me, but I can tell he’s scared.
“Come here.” I reach out my arm towards him.
Devlin sits beside me on the bed but I grab his arm and pull lightly tug on his arm to lie down. I don’t pull him hard because that would hurt me, but he understands what I mean, so lies down.
“Kiss me.” I ask, my voice low and he can obviously hear the want in the tone of my voice.
“Tash.” He groans as I lean closer, lightly licking his bottom lip.
I’ve never been this forward with him before and it feels exciting. I’ve always been afraid of what he would think of me and my scars but recent events have shown me that he doesn’t care. Devlin loves me for who I am, it’s about time I let go of my fears and show Devlin how much I want him. He’s a big, strong guy and I know he loves sex. Every man in his freaking club loves sex, what man doesn’t? Besides, I’ve been here long enough to have heard the many rumours about certain men and Devlin is one of them. I’ve heard from how big he supposedly is, certain piercings and how much of a good time in the bedroom is. Obviously it’s not nice hearing the club whores whispers about that but at least I know that he no longer entertains them. I totally trust him.
“Please.” I beg him, stroking his arm seductively.
“But,” He begins to argue.
“I need you.” I whisper into his ear cutting him off.
He groans as my hand glides down to his cock, unfortunately it’s covered by his jeans, but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel it’s hardness. My insides quiver as I stroke it, I want him to free himself and show me his cock. I want to see if some of the rumours are true.
“You need to rest.” Devlin says.
“No,” I begin to argue but stop as he leans up and looks down at me.
“Let me do the work.” He smirks down at me and my stomach ties in knots as excitement fills me.
Biting down on my lip, I watch as Devlin removes my jeans. His eyes stare at my underwear, red lace, I’m so glad I chose these this morning!
“You sure about this?” He asks me and I nod, I want nothing more.
“I love you.” I reply letting him know I want this as much as he does.
His face turns serious, carefully leaning over my body kissing me with so much emotion I could cry. Leaving me gasping, he disappears down my body and rids me of my red lace thong. I try to keep my worries buried but without thinking, my legs close. Devlin frowns and looks up to me in question. When he sees the tears in my eyes he’s immediately by my side.
“Babe?” He asks.
“Ignore me.” I wipe away the tears.
“You’re crying.” He points out. “I’m not ignoring that babe.”
“I’m just being silly.” I insist.
“Tell me why you’re crying. You want to stop?”
“No.” I sniffle. “It’s just, I hate how I look.”
Devlin tilts his head to the side in an adorable manner. “I don’t understand babe.”
Taking a deep breath, I come clean about the fears I’ve been hiding from him for a long while now.
“Strike gave me some scars that I didn’t want you to see.” I admit. “It’s why I tried to keep you away for so long, I was scared you would run away disgusted.”
Devlin shakes his head and lays down beside me. He lets his big hands caress my face and I look into his big, dark eyes.
“You will never disgust me Tash. I love you. I know what has happened to you, I know you’ve been through some shit but never hide it from me.” Kissing me, I become overwhelmed. “You hearing me Tasha? Never hide from me again.”
“Ok.” I cry into his arms I didn’t expect this.
When I’ve finally calmed down, Devlin gets back up and repositions himself in between my legs. He looks up at me again and then opens my thighs, looking down at the many scars Strike gifted me with. Without saying a thing, Devlin leans down and plants a single kiss on the top of my mound. That one single gesture means so much to me.
I try my best to not fall asleep, I have my eyes closed and my breathing is slow to make Devlin believe that I am sleeping. I know when he has fallen asleep so I quietly and carefully get out of bed then sneak out the bedroom. I still have on the shirt that I fell asleep in and I’ve pulled on my jeans that Devlin removed earlier but it’s not until I close the bedroom door behind me that I realise I haven’t got any shoes on.
I carry on and quietly make my way through the clubhouse. It’s quieter now, a few club whores are walking about and there’s a couple of club brothers still awake minding their own business. Good for me because I’m able to walk past with no question as to what I’m doing.
Devlin hasn’t told me but I know that Savage is being kept in the warehouse. It’s where they always keep their prisoners. I just have to sneak by the guard that will be stood in front of the door. I get to the garden and tip toe outside. I creep into the shadows, ignoring the twinges from my ribs, which oddly only spurs me on.
As I sneak towards the bottom of the grounds, I see the warehouse and Scrappy guarding the door. From my visit here last time when Demon was inside, I found an exit around the back when I had to make a quick escape. Seems I’m going to have to use it to get inside this time. I don’t want Scrappy stopping me or letting Devlin know what I’m up to.
I manage to get around the back unseen but I still have to be extra cautious and get inside. I spot the window sitting high on the wall, I look around for something to help me reach up. I don’t spot anything at all. With my ribs, I won’t be able to jump and reach but there is another door around the other side. It’s a little too close to Scrappy though, but if I carry on the way I’m going and hope that some fucker hasn’t locked it, I can get in. Otherwise, this has been for nothing and I’m going to have to try again tomorrow and bring something with me to help lift me to the window.
Taking a deep breath, I ignore the pain rippling through my ribs and make my way around the warehouse as quiet as possible. I round the corner and spot the door. Taking the handle in my grip, I turn it slowly and pray that the door is open and that it doesn’t make a noise. Scrappy is just around the next corner. I keep my eyes on the very bend that Scrappy will come running round if he hears me. Luckily for me, the door is open and it doesn’t make a single sound. It’s as if someone looking down on me wants me to go inside.
Thank you Marie, I think to myself as I shut the door behind me.
My eyes adjust to the darkness, the many tools and bike parts scattered all over the place. Large metal units separate sections, like little rooms and as I make my way around I’m careful not to touch anything. I think that they are probably keeping Savage where they kept Demon. So I head in that direction and smile when I spot him. He hasn’t seen me yet, so I take the opportunity to watch him. He sure doesn’t look like the large man who was standing over me now, no he looks weak and pathetic.