Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

ACID

I stretch as I wake from a deep sleep. I wasn’t about to worry Rhea, but fuck me, I was hanging. She needed the rest more than I did, and taking care of Olly wasn’t a hard job. I swear the kid nearly fucking exploded with excitement when I took him to buy a console and games. I probably should have checked with Rhea first, because the games had a higher than his age on the box, but he assured me kids at all ages play them, and it’s no different than when I watched a horror or another movie I shouldn’t have when I was younger. I didn’t tell him that I did a lot fucking worse than watch a movie when I shouldn’t.

My door suddenly opens and Spider walks in. “Oh please, come in, why don’t ya?” I say sarcastically.

He just grunts and sits in the armchair, giving me a look. “What?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m just wondering why my brother is buying a mate’s kid an entire fucking game set up?” he asks.

I smirk. “Why? You jealous? Do you want me to buy you one for Christmas?”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Dude, I know you. You have never ever treated a woman like this.”

I roll my eyes. “She’s had a shit time. The kid has had a shit time. I am just helping her out.” Spider grunts. He doesn’t believe me. “You know what we had growing up. You know how it fucked us up?” I ask, reminding him.

“Of course I fucking do,” he sighs.

“Right, and I’m not about to sit back and watch that kid out there go through or even experience a tiny bit of the life we did. If I did that, I would be a cunt, and I fucking know that you would be doing exactly the same as me. As for Rhea, we’ve got close as mates, and that is all there is to it.” I grab my packet of cigarettes off the side and take one out, lighting it before chucking the packet to Spider. I take a long pull and release a slow exhale. “I know what you all think. I know she’s a good looking woman, but brother, I just don’t see her in that way.”

Spider sits back in the chair, his hard gaze assessing me. “You’re right. I would be doing the same. Although, I’ve seen the way you look at her, and you don’t fucking look at Star that way.” He smirks.

I snort back my laughter. “Well, of course I fucking don’t. I would get my head caved in by Ghost. I care about her, man. She’s a good woman that deserves a better life for her and her kid. Fuck, maybe it’s past trauma or some shit that is making me want to help her more. I don’t fucking know. I ain’t no shrink.” I shrug.

“Well then, you won’t mind if Scar makes a play for her, because I’m telling you, I know he likes her,” Spider warns me.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve already warned him. If he goes there, he ain’t allowed to do his normal shit and treat her like a fucking toy. She doesn’t deserve that.” I finish my cigarette. “Right, now if you don’t mind fucking off, I need to shower,” I say as I get to my feet.

Spider stands. “Yeah, we’ve shared a lot in our lifetime, but showering with you ain’t one thing I ever want to fucking do.” As he walks out of the room, he stops and turns to me. “Oh yeah, Ghost said we got a meeting with the Satan’s later tonight,” Spider adds.

I nod. “Train graveyard?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah,” he replies before retreating down the hallway.

I close my door and head into the shower. Thoughts of Rhea flicker through my mind, of her naked body in my shower earlier today, how the foam of the shower gel glided down over every wet curve of her body. Even when she got out, she smelt of my shower gel. It was like she was mine.

“Fuck,” I hiss. Opening my eyes, I realise how painfully hard I’ve become thinking about her. I shake my head, as if to get rid of those thoughts. Fucking Spider putting that suggestion in my mind has made me think this way. I brace my hands against the cooled tiled walls. Closing my eyes, I hang my head under the pelting hot water, the image of her tattoo flashing behind my lids. “Fuck sake,” I groan in frustration.

I shake my head again, and like a flicker of lightening, the image of her appears in my mind again. I imagine her hands caressing her body with the soapy suds under the warm spray of the shower. My splayed hands turn to fists as I will my mind to think of something, anything but her. My eyes spring open when a noise comes from my bedroom. Rhea.

“Acid, are you in here?” she asks, her voice getting closer.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, in the shower,” I answer.

“Oh shit, sorry,” she flusters. I stick my head around the shower curtain—my barely frosted shower curtain—and see her standing there, her eyes fixated on the blurred image of my very erect cock.

“Rhea,” I say sharply.

She jolts, her cheeks turning a shade of deep pink. “Er, sorry. Crap, what was I going to say?” she asks herself. “Oh yeah, um... I well, I just wanted to, you know, thank you for the um, games console, and all of the games. You didn’t need to do that for him. When I get a job, I will repay you every penny for it,” she rushes out, not being able to stop her eyes from flickering to my dick.

“Rhea,” I call her name. Her wide eyes snap to mine. “Can you thank me in like 10 minutes? I’m in the fucking shower,” I state sharply.

Her cheeks deepen. I’ve embarrassed her. “Oh yeah. Sorry. It’s just, it’s made me a bit emotional and overwhelmed. I didn’t want you thinking we weren’t grateful or rude, or that I didn’t thank you properly. It’s just that you’ve done so much for us, and I just needed to tell you that we can never thank you enough.” She lets out a slow breath, as if she was holding her breath until she got what she wanted to say out.

A moment of silence passes between us, with just our eyes connected. I look away, clearing my throat. “You’re welcome. I will be out in a minute,” I state, ending the conversation.

Her lips form a tight awkward smile. She nods. “Right, I will just wait for you out there. Sorry,” she apologises again before walking out the bathroom door, shutting it behind her.

I finish showering. The only good thing with her interrupting me is it snapped me out of those thoughts. I get out and wrap a towel around my waist. I walk into my bedroom and see Rhea bent over, her round ass in the air as she makes my bed.

She jumps when she hears me behind her and spins around, her hand on her chest. “Oh Jesus, you made me jump.” She laughs, trying to calm her breath. Her gaze roams over my wet body to the towel tied low on my hips. “I never realised you had so many tattoos,” she states, her eyes still wandering across my chest.

I nod and turn around to the chest of draws to grab my clothes. She gasps when she sees my back.

“Oh my god, Acid,” she whispers. I ignore her, already used to that reaction. Not that many people saw my back. I drop the towel to the floor, not bothered about her seeing my ass, especially after she’s just seen my painfully hard cock. I bend down and slide my fitted boxers up my legs, covering my bare behind. I turn around and pick up the towel, rubbing it over my blonde wet hair. Her eyes find mine and sadness, pain, and sympathy are pouring from them.

“It’s nothing. Happened a long time ago,” I assure her. I will never disclose my past to anyone, especially her. I don’t want that darkness touching her.

She opens her mouth as if she wants to ask more questions, but instead she quickly closes her mouth again. She shakes her head and plasters a small, forced smile on her face.

“Er, right. Um, I’m going to leave you to get ready. I probably should have been waiting in the bar for you, instead of in your room. You know me, not very bright.” She laughs embarrassedly as she stands. I walk to the door and open it for her, standing there with only a small space between us, forcing her to walk closely by me to leave. She keeps her gaze cast down as she walks past me. I try to hide my smile at her cute embarrassment.

“Rhea,” I call after her.

She stops, turning around to face me. “Yeah?” she asks.

I want to say to her that the vision of her in the shower is what made me rock hard, to get those cheeks to turn deliciously pink, but instead I take it easy on her. “The console is a gift. You don’t repay a gift. You accept it.” I don’t let her answer. I just close the door and continue to get dressed.