Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

RHEA

After today’s events I needed a long hot bath. Star thankfully took over the interviews, because my mind kept wandering off, thinking about the day’s endless sexcapades. At one point I was blushing and forgetting what to say. Star asked at one point if I was going through the menopause. She thought I was having brain fog and hot flushes! I swiftly reminded her that I was only 30.

Thankfully, Oliver was tired from school, something to do with soccer try-outs at lunchtime. He was already fast asleep in bed, and after my long soak, I climb into bed and pick up my phone, seeing a text message.

A: You free Friday? A xx

My fingers hover over the keys, wondering what to reply. Why does this feel like cheating, like I’m lying? My phone vibrates in my hand, signalling another message.

A: I know you saw Scar today. Stop overthinking it.

I smile and bite my bottom lip as I type my reply.

R: How do you know that is what I was thinking? I could just be thinking of reasons to blow you off.

I hit send and wait for his reply. It doesn’t take him long.

A: Because I know you and I know how your mind works. Mama, you can blow me anytime. ;)

I laugh and shake my head before typing my reply.

R: Depends what you were planning on Friday.

I hit send and wait for his reply. It takes a little longer this time.

A: Dress up and I will pick you up at 7.

I frown, wondering what he’s planning before I reply.

R: I can’t. Oliver will be here, remember?

He responds straight away.

A: He’s going to Ghost’s and Star’s for a sleepover.

My mouth hangs open and anger creeps up my spine at his audacity of arranging where my son is going without consulting me. My fingers angrily type.

R: I can’t believe you’ve gone and made arrangements for Oliver without consulting me.

I hit send and wait. The three little dots pop up, indicating that he’s typing his reply, but then they disappear. I cross my arms over my chest when I get no response. Suddenly, my phone lights up. Acid is calling me. I answer, but before I can say anything, he’s speaking straight away.

“Do you have a problem with Olly going to Ghost’s and Star’s for the night?” he asks.

“Well, no but?—”

He cuts me off. “Right then, it’s sorted.”

“No, it’s not sorted. I’m his mom and you shouldn’t just organise stuff without me knowing,” I argue.

He exhales down the phone. “Woman, do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes, you know I do,” I answer.

“Then allow me to make arrangements that will help you out. I know you are worried about him after what happened. That’s why I asked Ghost and Star. You couldn’t ask for more protection for him,” he states.

I sigh, giving in. “Where are we going?” I ask.

“You’ll find out on Friday,” he answers.

I huff. “That’s not fair,” I complain.

“Just wear something dressy. Not just your dressing gown,” he states.

I look down at myself. I’m wearing my dressing gown. I get off the bed and look out the window, seeing Acid sat there on his bike. “What are you doing here?” I ask, smiling.

“My turn to watch the place,” he answers.

“Then why don’t you come in? You don’t need to stay out there all night,” I tell him.

He lets out a deep growl. “Because if I come up there, I will be fucking you, and I don’t want to tonight,” he confesses.

“Who said I would fuck you?” I counter. I catch his smile, even from across the road.

“Oh, you want to fuck me,” he teases.

I laugh. “You are so full of yourself.”

He laughs. “I’m right, though.”

I laugh. “I’m going to go now,” I say.

“Go and get some sleep. Good night, beautiful,” he rasps.

“Good night,” I say with a smile. I disconnect and give him a little wave before closing the curtains.

The rest of the week flew by. I wasn’t impressed, and neither was Star with any of the applicants from the other day. So, she re-did the advert and uploaded it to another site. We couldn’t open without a tattooist. The Black Hearts MC kept watch every day and night, just like Ghost said they would. I felt bad, as I didn’t want them to do it just to calm my own fears, but when I spoke to Maggie the other day, it’s not just me they are doing it with. Beast won’t leave Belle on her own at all. If he’s got to work, she’s either got to be at the club or at someone’s house.

I had started a sketchbook to offer premade tattoos. I was sat drawing when the studio door opened, and Star walked in with what looked like the entire mall in bags hanging off her arm.

“Did you leave anything behind?” I laugh.

“I had to make sure you had enough choice. Lock the door and come upstairs,” she orders as she heaves the bags up to the apartment. When it’s just me here, I usually leave the door open. After doing as she said, I follow her up, watching as she dumps the bags on the couch.

“Star, you didn’t need to go shopping for me,” I sigh.

She looks at me and gives me a look. “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to, and it’s nice for you to be treated for once. Go out and enjoy yourself,” she states. She reaches inside the bag and pulls out a dress. “Now, go try this on. You’ve only got 5 hours,” she orders.

I laugh and take the dress, walking off into the bedroom.

Ghost arrived an hour later with Enzo, and him and Star both offered to collect Oliver from school while I kept trying on outfits. Well, I say offered. Star pretty much ordered me. I did try to remind her that it was only a date, but she just waved me off.

When they returned, Oliver was full of questions, and they were ones I wasn’t too keen on answering. “Are you going on a date with Acid?” he asked while sitting on my bed, watching me try to style my hair.

“No,” I answer.

“Then, if you aren’t going on a date, why are you getting dressed up? My friend Simon said that his mom goes on dates all the time and he’s had 4 new stepdads,” he says in between shovelling chips in his mouth.

“Well, I’m not Simon’s mom,” I state.

“Simon also said you should never sleep with the guy on the first date, or they won’t stick around,” he says casually.

At that point, Star walks in. “Hey kid, Ghost wants a game on your console,” she tells him, smiling.

“Cool!” he shouts, jumping off my bed and running out of the room.

Star sits on the edge of my bed, holding Enzo in her arms. “He’s learning a lot at school, isn’t he?” Star smirks.

I sigh. “Maybe this isn’t the right thing to do. Maybe it’s giving him the wrong idea?” I question.

“Don’t you dare chicken out. He knows you and Acid are friends and tonight, you are just friends going out for dinner. Now just because you are going to look smoking hot doesn’t mean it’s a date, and just because there may be a little fun after does not mean this is a date,” she says, winking. I go to protest, but Star stops me. “Honestly, I don’t know how thick you all seem to think we are. When I came here the other day, when Scar was here, I honestly thought I was at a sex club. The smell of sex was so strong,” she says, scrunching up her face.

My mouth drops open. “You knew?!”

She rolls her eyes. “Please, you are the worst liar I think I’ve ever met. Scar knows that I knew, too. Why else do you think he kissed you on the head and grabbed your ass on the way out?” she mocks.

“I’m going to kill him,” I fume.

Star laughs. “If you do, don’t do it yet. Do it when I can watch.” She laughs. “I think it’s great that you’re having fun, but just be honest with your feelings. Because great sex often leads to...” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Trouble.”

I look at her through the reflection in the mirror, meeting her gaze. I know what she’s saying. I have that feeling lying dormant within me. “That’s exactly what I’m scared of. They’ve done this before, I...” I pause. “I’m new to this, all of it, even if it was just one of them. I’ve only ever been with assholes. I don’t want my heart getting involved. I’m thinking with my head and my libido. Nothing more,” I tell her honestly.

She squeezes my shoulder. “Just remember it isn’t just your heart that could get involved.”

I swallow harshly. She’s right. “I should cancel,” I sigh.

“No,” she says sharply.

I blanch. “You literally just said that this could bring trouble. Surely, it’s better to stop it now before anyone gets hurt,” I argue.

She gives me a soft smile. “Oh, that’s going to happen, regardless of if you stop it now or in a month. I’m not saying you should stop it. I’m just saying open your eyes.” She picks up the blood red lipstick and hands it to me. “When you feel a change for you or them, then you confront it and end it. Right now, this is good for you, and for them. I mean, I’ve never seen Acid or Scar be attentive to a woman before. So, when this ends and they’ve learnt something, it will maybe show them what they want, rather than just always having mindless fucking. Or, especially in Acid’s case, to relax and open up to someone other than Spider,” she says as she looks through various pieces of make-up. She gets a glint in her eye. “Go enjoy tonight, and enjoy any time you have with them, not that I need to tell you that. Ride them, fuck them, suck them. Just be mindful and make sure you tell me all the details.” She winks and we both laugh, easing the situation as I finish getting ready.

Ghost rode his bike over while Star had the truck, so Oliver was beyond excited to jump on the back of his bike. I gave him a kiss, which he immediately wiped away as sat on the back of Ghost’s bike.

“Mom! Seriously. I’m on the back of the President of the Black Hearts MC bike,” he groans.

I laugh and Star smirks. “Well, I kiss the President of the Black Hearts MC on his bike. Amongst other things on his bike.” She winks.

I look at the bike, hoping they’ve at least wet wiped it clean. The now familiar sound of a bike approaches and I turn around, seeing Acid come to a stop behind Ghost. I look him up and down and I can’t help but admire just how handsome he is.

Dressed in black jeans and a crisp white button shirt, that he had unbuttoned at the collar, teasing his tattoos on his chest. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing more of his tattoos. His dirty blond hair is combed back, and his sharp jaw has a dusted stubble. He removes his shades, revealing those crystal blue eyes; those very eyes roams over my entire body from head to toe. His jaw tenses.

“Girl, I don’t think you’ll make it out of your bedroom,” Star whispers in my ear. I let out a small laugh. “We won’t bring Oliver back until you message. Take all the time you need,” Star whispers. She throws a wave to Acid before climbing in her truck.

Acid gives Ghost a brief nod as he gets off his bike and strides towards me. I break my stare and give Oliver another kiss, much to his dismay before waving him off as Ghost follows Star. I feel him behind me before his fingers trace over my bare arm. I turn to face him and give him a soft smile.

“You look fucking stunning,” he compliments, his blue eyes sparking with desire.

I feel the blush hit my cheeks. “Thanks, although I’m not sure I will be able to get on and off your bike without flashing everyone my cooch.” I laugh as I tug on the hem of the black dress. His lips twitch with a smile.

The black dress is shorter than what I’m used to, just stopping at the top of my thigh. It’s a simple body con dress with capped sleeves and a square neckline. The dress is sexy, in a simply way, but it was the boots that made me feel sexy. Black velvet fitted thigh high stiletto boots.

Acid’s eyes roam over my body again before letting out a low whistle. “Later, I’m going to fuck you in nothing but those boots,” he growls. He leans in and presses his lips softly to my cheek. I hear him inhale. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” he breathes against my ear. My body shudders and he moves back slightly, giving our bodies some space.

I clear my throat. “So, where are we going?” I ask, trying to move the subject away from him fucking me senseless.

He smiles. “You’ll see. You need to get your purse or anything?” he asks, gesturing to the shop.

“My purse, right!” I exclaim, holding up my index finger. “Just give me 1 minute,” I tell him before I head inside. I feel his eyes on my ass as I walk to get my purse, and I may have put a little more swing in my hips to entice him.

I lock up and come back out to see him perched on his bike. He’s smoking a cigarette, his legs crossed at his ankles, looking every bit the hot biker. I step towards him, my heels clicking against the sidewalk. His head whips round in my direction, and a lazy smile spreads across his face as he stands. He flicks his cigarette away and tilts his head back, exhaling the smoke. All I can think of now is how I want to trail my lips along his throat.

I swallow, cringing at how dry my mouth is. I hope that wherever he’s taking me is enough of a distraction to keep my libido in check. Stopping just in front of me, his hands grab my waist and pull my body flush against his. He pauses, looking into my eyes.

“I never knew until now that red was my favourite colour.” His eyes flicker to my mouth. “I want your mouth,” he breathes before leaning his head down closer to my mouth.

“Then take it,” I whisper.

His mouth slams down onto mine, his lips tenderly coaxing mine. I part my lips and his tongue dances with mine, deepening the kiss. His hand grips my hip tightly as his other grabs my hair in a tight fist, yanking it firmly. A moan escapes me, and he quickly ends the kiss, stepping back. I wobble slightly off balance, both of us panting, our eyes burning at each other.

He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips before getting on his bike. “Mama, get your ass on this bike before I throw you over my shoulder and take you upstairs and fuck you till dawn,” he threatens.

For a moment, I don’t move. I clench my thighs tightly together, just watching him.

He grips the handlebars tightly, sensing my hesitation. “Rhea,” he growls in warning.

Heat pools between my thighs hearing him say my name like that. I step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I try to gracefully as I can swing my leg over the bike and sit down. I wrap my hands around his waist, splaying my fingers out, feeling every ripple of muscle. I bite my lip smiling, knowing the effect I’m having on him. He hands me the helmet.

“But my hair,” I protest.

He gives me a look over my shoulder that leaves no room for arguing. I huff and put it on as he starts the bike. I keep my purse in my lap and wrap my hands around his waist again, this time scraping my nails across his stomach. He pulls off and removes one hand from the handlebar and grabs my thigh, giving it a warning squeeze. I smile and glide my hand down to over the top of his jeans, but just as I’m about to reach between his legs, he grabs my hand. Bringing his mouth down, he takes my finger in his mouth and nips it. I suck in a breath as I feel the growl rumble from him. This night is going to torture for the both of us.

Sitting in the courtyard on the edge of a cliff face, we are surrounded with white string fairy lights romantically lighting up the area and thick green trees surround a rustic makeshift stage. Acid orders us drinks—a wine for me and a soda for him—while I look out at the view.

“This is stunning,” I breathe.

“It sure fucking is,” he agrees. I turn to look at him, but his gaze is firmly fixed on me and not the view behind me. My cheeks heat. I’m about to speak when a waitress walks over with a large plate of food, placing it down on the table. Her eyes linger on Acid a bit too fucking long.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asks in a flirty way, tucking her hair back behind her ear.

Acid looks up at her smiles, shaking his head. “No thanks, darlin’,” he says in that smooth thick voice of his. I don’t know why but this sends prickles up my spine.

The waitress gives him a wink and turns to leave, putting an extra sway in her hips. Acid pays her no notice because his eyes are on me, but when she turns back around to look over her shoulder, rage bubbles inside me. I flip her off with a glare I’ve never given anyone before.

Acid turns around, following my glare. He smiles and turns his attention straight back to me. Reaching across the table, he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “No need for that. My eyes are firmly fixed on you and no one else,” he assures me.

I roll my eyes and move my chin from his grip. I grab a French fry from the giant plate of everything and take an angry bite. “You can fuck whoever you please, whenever you feel like it. I just can’t believe the nerve of her coming on to you when you are clearly here with me,” I huff.

Acid’s grin widens as he grabs a French fry from the plate. “I think I like this side of you,” he says with amusement. I roll my eyes again. “You keep rolling your eyes at me like that and I will give you a real reason to make them roll into the back of your head,” he threatens.

And there it goes, that heat between my legs. “How come I’ve never heard you talk like this before?” I ask.

“There is a difference between me as a friend and me in the bedroom,” he states.

“But we aren’t in the bedroom right now,” I point out. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you say our friendship would remain the same? Just the difference would be when we, you know.” I gesture with my index finger and with my other hand I make a circle, moving the index finger in and out.

He raises his brow. “I’ve had my mouth on your pussy, I’ve tasted you, fucked you, and you still have to do the little hand gesture instead of saying the word fucking?” he asks,

My cheeks heat and I look around, making sure no one heard him. “We are in public, shh,” I hiss.

“Okay firstly, I wanted to take you out first because I didn’t want to just show up and fuck you.” Not like Scar, I think to myself. “Secondly, I like it a certain way. I like control, and if you’ve not experienced that before, I don’t want to scare you.”

“By saying you don’t want to scare me, scares me,” I counter.

He smiles. “I’m not about to chain you up in a sex dungeon and whip you.” His eyes spark. “Although, the thought of you naked, chained up, and waiting for me is appealing. I may use restraints, and I will tell you what you can and cannot do,” he states.

“Oh,” is all I can say because I’m not really sure what I should say to that. As long as he isn’t about to torture me, I’m willing.

“Move and sit here next to me,” he orders.

I frown. “Why?” I ask, confused.

“Come and sit next to me. I want to show you something,” he orders again. I huff and grab the chair around to his side and sit next to him. “Remove your underwear,” He orders.

I look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “No way,” I hiss, looking around.

“Remove your underwear,” he demands again. I bite down on my bottom lip and do my best to shimmy out of the tiny black lace thong Star had ordered that I wear. I gather it in my hand and hand it to him. He smirks. “Now, you do not make a sound, and you keep your composure. The only word you’re allowed to say is fuck,” he says quietly as he glides his hand up my inner thigh.

I grab his wrist, halting him. “What the hell are you doing?” I hiss.

“Do you trust me?” he asks. I immediately nod yes. “Then release your hold on my wrist,” he adds. Hesitantly I let go, and his hand glides up my inner thigh until his fingers stroke over my centre. My body goes rigid. “Relax,” he says softly.

I try to relax but as he glides his fingers between my seam, feeling my wetness, my body tenses. He circles my clit slowly, not looking at me, keeping his eyes on the view straight ahead. My hands grip the arm of the seats as his fingers continue to massage, to build on the pleasure growing through me. He moves his fingers from my clit and slides two fingers inside me. A gasp escapes me.

“Shhh, feel my fingers gliding in and out, curling and hitting that that spot that just makes it feel so good,” he rasps quietly in my ear. It becomes too much. I need to cum, but I can’t. I can’t in front of everyone here. Knowing that, Acid moves his fingers faster. “You can cum. No one will know except me and you,” he orders. “Relax your body and let it happen,” he whispers in my ear.

My eyes close as my orgasm hits. My thighs clamp his hand there as pleasure ripples through my body. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. It all becomes too much.

“Fuck!” I blurt out as my orgasm pulses through me. Acid slows his fingers before removing them. My eyes are wide, still panting. I watch as he sucks my pleasure on his fingers, a wicked grin on his face.

“Hhhm,” he moans. I’m still stunned, and my cheeks feel like they are on fire. I look around to make sure no one had seen what he had just did. “See? You can say fuck in public.” He smiles.

“My god, I’m so embarrassed!” I hiss, feeling flustered yet satisfied. I’m about to say more but music starts playing and I look over to see a band starting to play.

Acid stands and holds out his hand to me. “Dance with me.”

“You dance?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

“Only with you,” he answers truthfully.

My heart jolts at his words. I place my hand in his as he leads me to over to where the band play. He holds me close, moving us slowly to the music. I try to hold back my emotions when I realise what the song is. I Only Wanna Talk to You by The Maine. I press my cheek against his as we sway to the music. Foreign feelings swirl through me, but I quickly shut them down, not ready to acknowledge them just yet.

As the song comes to an end, I lean back and look up into those beautiful eyes. “Take me home,” I demand.