Thanking Her Hero (Steel Daggers MC Book 2) Page 3

  When he started choking me, I knew I wouldn’t survive something like this. I felt around for anything I could hit him with. I grabbed the glass vase on the side table. I swung and hit him on the third try. He slumped over, and I was finally able to push him off me and sit up. When I did, I saw blood all over the bed.”

  “Did you kill him?” Pres asks and startles me out of the flashback. Pres and Harrison are standing behind the couch. The rest of the guys are standing around the living room, and some are in the kitchen, all staring at me. Why the hell didn’t Emersen warn me? How could she let me keep talking through this? I see Camden in the kitchen staring at me with a look of disgust all over his face. Fuck, how much did they hear?

  Five

  Chelsea

  “No. I mean, I don’t think so.”

  “Finish it,” Harrison commands, staring at his hands that are squeezing the back of the couch so hard his knuckles are white.

  Em encourages me to get the last of it out. “I felt for a pulse. I guess all those times you practiced on me paid off Em. When I found one, I knew I had to get out of there. I grabbed my shoes and ran. I made sure he was breathing before I left. I didn’t know how long he’d be out for, but I knew I couldn’t be there when he woke up.”

  No one says anything, and it has me freaking out. “That was the night you were on I-19?” Rash asks.

  I nod and stand from the couch and start pacing in front of the fireplace. Saying it all out loud helped lift a weight off me. I guess whoever came up with that, has the right idea.

  My feelings are raw from reliving my personal hell. I’m also crushed because I know that what Harrison and I both want can’t ever happen. He should have more than a stitched together woman to build a life with. He needs someone better, someone stronger.

  Not wanting to have any more witnesses to my break down, I bolt from the house and start walking the driveway. I’m not running I just need to pull myself back together. I need to get right in my head before I face everyone who heard what I went through.

  I hear him behind me before he speaks. He’s my savior, and all I want to do is let him keep saving me. I want him in my corner holding me up and cheering me on. Life isn’t fair though, and I can’t be that selfish.

  “Stop,” Harrison demands, and damn it, my body overrides my mind, and I’m stopping, waiting for his next words.

  “I didn’t know who did this to you, Chelsea. I knew it was bad, but damn Angel. I know there’s more, isn’t there.”

  I hang my head, defeated. “Yeah.” I breathe out.

  He walks around to stand in front of me. He pulls me to his chest and holds me tight. His strong arms and warm embrace are too much. I push him away not wanting to drag this man to the depths of hell with me. He’s a good man and doesn’t deserve to be with a woman with my past.

  “What the hell Chelsea?”

  “You and me, we aren’t doing this,” I shout, pacing back and forth.

  “Why the hell not?” Harrison shouts back.

  “Because we won’t work out, that’s why. We aren’t a good match. It's better if we don’t even start whatever this is.”

  “Are you stupid?”

  I glare at him and cross my arms over my chest. I arch my eyebrow at him “Excuse me?” I say low and deadly.

  “I asked if you were stupid? You must be. Do you hear the shit that you’re spewing?”

  “Don’t call me stupid, asshole!”

  “Our story started the night you walked your bruised body down that interstate. Don’t you dare try to downplay what you know, you know, is going on here! You’re fucking mine Chelsea, and its high time that you get that through your hard head and accept it!” He shouts, walking towards me, finally coming to stand in front of me.

  “Do you think I fucking care what it is you had to do to stay alive? That’s not failure Chelsea, that’s fucking survival!” He yells, then grabs my face with his hands slamming his mouth on mine. His mouth challenges mine, demanding I open and give him everything.

  I drop my walls and surrender myself to him. He broke through my thinly veiled attempt to keep him at bay. We’re tongues and teeth and grasping hands. I’m lost in him and don’t feel him walking us backward until my back hits his truck, and he lifts me to sit on the hood.

  I drag my fingers through his hair and pull, hard. He growls and digs his hands into my hips, so roughly I’m sure he’s gone and bruised me. I’ll wear these bruises like a fucking badge of honor showing everyone I’m his, and he’s mine. He kisses down my neck, licking down between my cleavage and placing nips against my chest.

  He pulls my shirt down and takes one of my breasts out of my bra. My nipples are painfully hard in anticipation. He sucks my aching nipple into his warm mouth laving it with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth. He grabs my other breast through my shirt and under my bra. His large warm hands feel amazing as he massages my flesh. Then he freezes when someone clears their throat.

  “You two about done out here? We’re ready to eat dinner. Emersen said we can’t eat until you two are at the table with us. Get your asses in here so I can eat my fucking thanksgiving meal with my fiancé and brothers.” Pres says then walks back in, slamming the door behind him.

  Sucking in a breath, I pull my hands from his hair and place them at my sides. Harrison adjusts my clothing, so I’m put back together and looking presentable. Then his hands, god his great hands, wrap around my neck, urging me to look up. When I do, he kisses me, and his tongue slowly wraps around mine savoring our connection.

  He ends the kiss quicker than I would have, but judging by the outline in his jeans, he’s in more pain than I am.

  “That is all for you, Angel. It’s been all for you since that night I put you on the back of my bike. There hasn’t been anyone since you. I need you to know I was always safe and wrapped up. I’ve been checked, and I’m all clean. When we’re ready to take that step, I’m ready.”

  “Thank you, Harrison. I was tested too. I’m clean.”

  “Say that again Angel. I want you to hear yourself say it.” He’s not talking about my sexual health, but my ability to love myself.

  “I’m clean.” I struggle to say but push out victoriously. He’s right, I need to believe and know I’m okay.

  “That’s my girl. Now let’s go eat. We don’t want to see Pres when he’s hangry.” He lifts me from the hood and pulls me to his side, wrapping his long arm around my body and walks us into the house filled with our unconventional family.

  Six

  Rock

  We walk through the house and out the back to where a few picnic benches have been shoved together to fit the whole lot of us. I sit down next to Chelsea and wait for Pres. He stands behind Emersen, placing his hands on her shoulders. She’s sitting at the end of the table. He looks each of us in the eye before he begins.

  “This year I have a lot to be thankful for. Emersen is home and safe, hopefully carrying my son-”

  “Or daughter,” Emersen adds, and we all laugh. He stares down at her, and you can feel the love they share in their look.

  “Or daughter. Last night she agreed to wear my patch and my ring. We’ll be getting married within the month.”

  Everyone cheers and congratulates them.

  “Alright, Alright. I know you’re all hungry because I’m fucking starved. I’m honored to be the president of the Steel Daggers Motorcycle Club. Each of you here have made a profound impact in my life and to our club. I’m proud of the men you are and how you rise to each challenge placed before you. I can only hope that you’ll all find the love of a good woman.

  I’ve been where you are. Sometimes you wonder why you work as hard as you do or what the hell this life is all about. When you meet her, you’ll know. Every piece will come into place, and you’ll just get it. Until then, let’s be thankful for the blessings we have and pray for beautiful tomorrows. Emersen, thank you baby, for this fantastic meal you have prepared for us.”

  We all clap and
give thanks for the meal we didn’t have to cook. When the guys start passing the dishes around I lean over and kiss my woman on the side of her neck before whispering to her. “I’m thankful you picked my bike to ride, and I didn’t have to beat any of these mother fuckers for getting to feel you wrapped around them.” She turns her head and stares at me with her big blue eyes. “I knew then Angel. You were mine as soon as I laid eyes on you. It was a done deal the moment I put you on the back of my bike.”

  She leans forward and grabs me by my neck pulling me to her. “Thank you for stopping that night. I didn’t know where I was going. I just had to be anywhere but where I was. You saved me that night.” My Angel levels me with a kiss the God’s would cry over. Her tongue masters mine while she holds my face in one of her hands and controls us.

  We’re interrupted when Jester starts throwing rolls at us. “I can’t tell Pres what to do, but I can say something to you two. You need to keep that shit locked up until you get home. That was so fucking hot you got my dick hard, and there’s no one here to relieve it. Thanks for that.”

  Chelsea sticks her tongue out at Jester, and he stands up and begins to unbutton his pants, wiggling his eyebrows at Chelsea. I growl at him to “Sit the fuck down.” She giggles and fuck me, I’ve never heard her laugh like that before. She sounds free and happy, finally fucking happy.

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  “Oh my god I’m stuffed. I shouldn’t have had both pieces of pie. Pecan is my favorite, but I had to have pumpkin because I love it too!” She groans while rubbing her belly. She’s beyond adorable, and I want to have fifty more thanksgivings like today with her by my side.

  I lace our fingers together and kiss the top of her hand, before setting it down between us. I drive in the direction of my house which isn’t the same direction as Spanky’s. I look down at her to see her reaction, and she’s smiling happily looking out the window. The vice gripping my heart eases a little now that she isn’t fighting this.

  It takes about ten minutes to get to my house from Pres’. It’s a four-bedroom two bath ranch on about five acres of land, surrounded by trees and not a neighbor in sight. I’m not a friendly person and I like my privacy, so this place was perfect. I only hope that she loves it too.

  When I pull down the drive, the sun is setting behind the house, and it bathes everything in an orangey-red glow. Chelsea sits up in her seat and studies the home in front of her. “This is your place?”

  I shake my head no, and her brows draw together.

  “This is our place. I bought it a few months ago. I’ve been fixing it up and getting it ready for us. I’ve waited for you to pick the paint colors and furniture. Just a warning, the place is a little bare.”

  “Just to recap. The place is empty. I need to pick paint. And you bought it for us.” I nod, because what more is there to say.

  “Alright then.” She answers then opens her door and hops her gorgeous ass out of my truck. When she turns around to close the door, she catches me staring and sticks her tongue out at me.

  “That’s my tongue, Angel. You stick it out, and I’m going to give you something to lick. Do you understand?”

  She smirks at me, and I don’t know whether she likes the idea or if she doesn’t think I mean it. She’ll start to get it soon. She shuts the door and walks through the yard then up the stairs to the porch. She sits in the swing I hung last week just for her. I wanted a place for us to start our mornings and end our days together.

  I sit next to her, and she scoots over to me, cuddling close. I wrap my arm around her and kiss the side of her head savoring this moment for what it is. This is our first night together in our home. I’ll remember this always.

  “This is the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had Harrison. Thank you. I didn’t want to come, but you gave me the push I needed.”

  “I’ll always look out for you Angel. I only want the best for you, even if you don’t realize it.”

  Seven

  Rock

  She leans over and kisses me sweetly before her tongue sweeps across my lips. I open for her and tangle my tongue with hers. We fight for dominance. And eventually, she gives in and lets me have her before pulling away. She gets up and stands between my legs.

  I watch, entranced as she unbuttons her red flannel shirt. I’m torn between wanting to see her tits and needing to get her out of the cold. She makes up my mind when she unsnaps her bra, and her rosy pink nipples are bared to me in tight points. I’ve never been more thankful for bras that open in the front, goddamn!

  I sit up and pull her closer to me and rub the back of my hand over one peak and then the other. I breathe my warm breath against her cooling skin then latch onto her. She digs her fingers into my shoulders as I lightly bite and suck on her. I pull back, and before I can sip from her puffy nipple, she straddles my lap rubbing her pussy against my straining dick. She feels so right on top of me. It’s been only my hand and me for months, I don’t know how long I can take her on top of me like this.

  I dig my hands into her long blonde hair, pulling tightly to keep her from moving. She moans her detest and fights the restraint. Finally, she submits and goes still. Staring at me, she waits until I make a move. I slowly kiss her lips then lick and nibble down the nape of her neck to the other side, loving her good and easy. She needs sweet and slow. She needs to know she’s cherished and loved. She runs her hand up under my t-shirt rubbing my abs and then follows my happy trail to the edge of my jeans. I watch, needing her to touch me, needing her to give me what I’ve been dreaming about for months.

  “Chelsea. Touch me, baby.” She unsnaps my jeans and pulls the zipper down. When she sticks her tiny hand into my briefs and grasps my dick, I barely contain the need to come all over her.

  “Mmm Harrison. My hand can’t even fit all the way around, you’re so thick.” She rubs her thumb over my slit, rubbing my pre-cum over my tip.

  “Angel, you have no idea how good your hand feels wrapped around me. I’ll make sure you're good and wet before I slip into your precious pussy. I never want to cause you pain. Judging by the way you’re wiggling on my lap, that won’t be very hard.”

  Unable to take it anymore, I stand up with my woman in my arms and carry her into the house. I don’t stop until we’ve reached the bedroom and I set her in the middle of the bed.

  “Chelsea, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Every day I have watched you become stronger. I watched as your body healed, and your soul braved a new world all on your own. Your resilience is one of the things I love most about your spirit Angel.”

  I pull off one, and then both of her boots, dropping them to the floor. I kiss her chastely and lean her back. “I need to see all of you Angel.” I push her down when she goes to sit back up. I need to be the one that does this. I unbutton and pull her painted on jeans down her thighs and calves. They too, wind up on the floor somewhere.

  Leaning on her elbow, she watches as I undress to my boxer briefs, then I pull those off too. Her eyes get big, and her tongue peeks out, licking her lips. I pull on my throbbing dick a few times for relief.

  “Lose the shirt and bra Angel. I need you completely bare.” She immediately sits up and takes them off. She’s sitting in the middle of my bed wearing nothing, but her panties and I swear my fantasies are coming to life. I’m a lucky fucking bastard.

  My cock bobs against my stomach as I walk into my closet. I grab the item I had made months ago and hand it to her in a wrapped box. I wrapped it in Christmas paper thinking I could hold out until then. I guess I was wrong.

  “Open it, baby. We both need this before we go any further.”

  She unwraps it delicately trying not to rip the paper. When she pulls off the top of the box, she looks from me to the black leather then back to me.

  “Really? Are you sure?”

  “Do I seem like a fickle bastard to you Chelsea? I know it’s fast, but we’ve known each other for months. I love you baby, and I want every fucker who sees you to know that you
belong to me. You good with that?” I ask roughly, pissed that she’s questioning my devotion to her.

  “Come here.” She says getting on her knees and holding up her hand for me to grab. When I’m in front of her, she places the cut in my hand, and my heart sinks. She turns her back to me, “Help me put it on?”

  With a full heart, I hold it behind her while she slips her arms into it. I never thought about having an old lady until I met Chelsea. I thought I’d grow old as a bachelor, never finding the right one to share my life with. Everything I thought I wanted and thought would happen are being turned around. I kiss the nape of her neck. “Thank you, baby. You’ve made me the happiest man. I love you so much, Angel.”

  “I love you too Harrison. I knew you were important the night you rescued me. I didn’t expect to fall for you but I did. I can’t imagine my world without you in it, right here beside me.” She says panting as I rub my hands down her arms and over the cut until I hit the flesh of her stomach.

  “You’re the softest thing I’ve ever touched.”

  I slip my hand under her fuck-me cotton briefs and part her wet lips with two fingers. Her clit is big and ready to be loved. I rub her clit lazily as she tries to move with me. I grab her hip with my other hand, stilling her.

  “Take what I give you Angel. I know what you need and how to give it to you.” She gives in, moaning she leans her head back against my shoulder and lets me lead her into oblivion. She’s on the cusp of coming when I plunge my fingers into her needy cunt. She cries out her release, and her walls massage my fingers until she rides out the remnants of her orgasm.

  I pull out of her and flip her around so she’s laying on the bed and I’m standing between her thighs.