Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

RHEA

Once all the furniture is in, the place looks amazing. I can’t wipe the smile off my face. When I see Ghost, I practically run and tackle him, wrapping my arms around his neck, unable to control myself.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I repeat. He awkwardly pats my back, and I release my hold on him. “Sorry,” I apologise to Star. “I’m just grateful for all you’ve done for me and Oliver. I just can’t contain my gratitude,” I beam.

Star laughs. “I’d pay you to do that again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so awkward.”

I laugh before covering my face and mouth the word “Sorry” again to Ghost. It’s then that I notice the time. “Oh my god, Oliver finishes school in ten minutes,” I gasp.

Scar steps forward and places his hand on my lower back. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ve got the truck. I will drive you now,” he offers.

“That would be great, thank you,” I sigh, relieved that it’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here. I would have had to run to make it on time. “All stay, won’t you? Oliver will want to see you all, and just wait until you see his face,” I sing excitedly.

Scar leads me out of the shop and opens the passenger door of the truck for me. I smile and get in, watching as he walks around to the driver’s side. I look out of my window and up to the apartment; my apartment. It still doesn’t feel real. I spot Acid stood in the window looking down on us. I smile and wave at him, happy when he returns my smile as Scar pulls off. The drive only takes a few minutes, and Scar immediately finds a spot and pulls over to park.

“There is something I wanted to talk about with you alone,” Scar says.

I unclip my seatbelt and turn in my seat to face him. “Sure.” I smile.

His eyes search my face. “The other night,” he starts, and my cheeks immediately heat. His lips twitch into a smile. “I want to do it again, but just you and me this time,” he states bluntly.

I open my mouth, feeling a little stunned. “Huh?” is all I can come out with.

He smiles. “I know you ain’t ready for any heavy shit, I can see that. I ain’t that type of guy either, but there is something about you that just seems to be stuck in here,” he says, tapping his temple. “The image of you taking my cock in your mouth.” He groans. “Rhea, it is burned into my mind. I’ve wanked to it in the shower at least three times since,” he says openly.

My brain can’t seem to function with this information. “Huh?” I repeat. Scar leans across the centre console and cups my face with his hands.

“I’m saying that I make no promises. I can’t do that, but you’ve got me wound tight. You need a release, I need you. We can keep it casual. I know you’re fucking Acid,” he adds.

“Huh?” I blurt out again.

“I know you’ve got something going on with him, but if we are all casual about it, then he should be cool. He didn’t like sharing you the other night and I get that, because I wanted to sink myself into your stunning pussy. If Acid is cool with it, and you’re cool with it, what do you say?” he asks.

Wide eyed, I blink. “What the fuck is going on? Is this a set-up?” I ask.

Scar smiles. “No darlin’, just me declaring my feelings,” he states, his eyes dropping to my mouth. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. A whimper escapes me, and he smiles against my lips. “Damn, those noises you make,” he growls before crushing his mouth to mine. His tongue caresses mine, teasing it.

For a moment, I get lost in his kiss, until I remember where we are and what is happening. I pull back, gazing into Scar’s heated stare. I blink a few times, trying to calm my heart, but the heat between my legs and the million thoughts rushing through my head makes that impossible.

“Just wait,” I breathe. “Just wait a second,” I say, holding my hand up.

“Take all the time you need.” He smiles.

I look at him, at his hard yet handsome face, with the prominent scar running down the side of it which somehow only adds to his attractiveness. “I like you,” I start. “I liked the other night, and I like that kiss that just happened,” I say honestly. “But I’m not the type of woman that will play two men off against each other, and even with what Acid and I have agreed, I’m not sure that it extends to us. Er, you know with other people as well. And if this was to be okay and for this to happen, wouldn’t that make me a massive slut?” I ask.

Scar smiles. “You and the word slut should never be used in the same sentence. Just because you enjoy company with a man or two doesn’t make you a slut,” Scar counters.

I place my head in my hands. “Oh god, what is happening?” I groan. I lift my head and look at Scar. “Okay, I need to process this, and I need to speak with Acid. Actually, I think we all need to speak,” I demand.

Scar just smiles, tucking my wayward strand of hair back behind my ear before he leans in and places a soft yet brief kiss on my mouth. “Nothing will happen without your say so,” he states.

I nod, wanting to talk more but the sound of kids talking, shouting, and laughing fills my ear. “Oliver,” I blurt out. Scar removes his hands as I turn and jump down out of the truck to wait for him. Scar comes and stands next to me, and I catch a few of the moms giving him an appreciative look. He ignores them and simply places his hand on the small of my back, his thumb stroking in a soothing motion. My skin prickles at his touch. God, I’m screwed.

According to Oliver, he had the best day at school ever. All the kids think he is the coolest because he is part of the Black Hearts MC. I didn’t like to point out to him that he isn’t actually a club member, but he seemed too excited, and he was more than willing to do his homework on his new computer in his new room.

All the club stayed for pizza, and we planned the delivery for the next day for the studio equipment. Star said she had put an advert in the window at Lizzie’s and on an online job site. I was feeling anxious at having to interview people, but Star assured me they would help with that. In the meantime, I needed to practice my tattooing again. It had been so long I worried I had forgotten how to do it.

Everyone leaves, apart from Acid and Scar. I was hoping I would get a least a day where I could avoid this situation, but apparently not. I close the door behind everyone and sigh, turning around to see Scar and Acid sat on the couch, both looking at me. Jesus.

Oliver comes out of his room. “Do I have to have a shower? I’m at the final boss!” he protests.

“Yes, you do. Go, now,” I order, turning him into the bathroom. I shut the door and wait for the sound of the shower to turn on before I make my way over to the couch for the most awkward conversation of my entire life.

I stand there in front of them. Both are looking at me, each with a glint in their eyes. I sit down in front of them on the coffee table Star said I just had to have. “Okay, I would just like to say that I have never in my life been in this situation before. I have never ever had 2 guys like me, let alone want what you both want.” I pause. “So, I’m just going to verbalise everything that is on my mind,” I state, looking at both of them. They each give a nod of their heads for me to continue. “So, here goes. I like both of you, and I think you are both incredibly attractive. I also had a great time the other night. From what I can gather, you both want an open relationship with me, but not all together like the other night. I can’t help but feel that if we were to do this, I would feel like I’m cheating on the other, even though it’s not if we do this.” I pause to take a breath, wiping my sweaty palms down my jeans. “To add where I’m at, I have no bloody idea,” I state honestly. “My body is willing. Boy, you guys have woken something in me I didn’t even know existed, so for that, I thank you.” I smile. “But I’m not ready for any relationship,” I state.

Acid sits forward, cutting me off. “No one is asking for a relationship, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. He’s never called me that before. I kind of like it.

“Scar and I agree,” Acid continues. “We enjoyed the other night, but we both want you all to ourselves. We don’t see it as anything other than a pre-arranged hook up. As soon as things change for you, or for us, we stop.”

I bite down on my bottom lip. My stomach is churning with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. “No feelings involved. Just sex,” I clarify. They both nod in agreement. “You can’t be here when Oliver is here, and I would rather no one at the club knows about this,” I add. My leg starts jigging up and down with nervous anxiety. I know I could say no at any point, and they would respect that. The anxiety within me is because this is new to me, and because of these men—any man—wanting me like that. Respecting me, being kind to me is completely new territory for me. “Oliver is to never know, and um, if you are with anyone else, please wrap up. I know we didn’t use anything,” I say, gesturing to Acid. “But I just think it would be better going forward.” I cough, clearing my throat as I feel my cheeks heating.

Scar holds out his hand. “Give me your phone,” he demands. I hand him my phone, watching as he types in some stuff, then hands it back to me. “You have my number, so you can call me whenever you want to hook up.”

Acid nods. “You’ve got mine, and the same goes for me too.” I hear the shower switch off and I jump to my feet.

“Er, I’m going to get him to bed now.” I smile.

They both stand. “We will leave you to it,” Acid says. Leaning forward, he places a lingering kiss on my cheek.

“Night, darlin’,” Scar adds, kissing me on the other cheek.

I clear my throat and smile, seeing them to the door. “Happ is sat out front on night watch,” Acid states.

“Okay, thanks.” I smile. “Bye.” I close the door and let out a long sigh. As I lean against the door, a foreign feeling swims in the pit of my stomach. I can’t tell if it’s nerves of anticipation about the arrangement, or if it’s my gut warning me that this will be a big mistake.