Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

RHEA

Acid told me to hold on while he sped back to the apartment. As soon as I’d opened the door, his mouth was on me, pinning me against the wall. I tried to lock it but failed, too distracted by his mouth. He glides my dress up past my hips while I fumble with his jeans, not caring that we are in the studio in front of a glass window. I free his thick cock, my fingers barely able to touch as I pump my hand up and down his length. He groans as he kisses, nips, and sucks along my neck. He pauses and grabs my behind, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist, releasing my hold on him and place my hands in his shoulders. The head of his cock is at my entrance, his eyes watching me as he slams himself inside me.

I arch my back at the sudden intrusion, my body adjusting to him. He doesn’t let up as he pulls out, then slams back in. I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as I yank on it. He lets out a growl as he continues to vigorously slam himself inside me. I yank on the back of his hair again, feeling the pleasure begin to build. He growls, clamping his teeth on my shoulder and biting down. The sting of the bite instantly turns to pleasure as he swipes his tongue over it.

“Fuck, I can feel your pussy clamping down around me,” he grits through his teeth. “Kiss me,” he demands.

I oblige and crash my mouth down to his as he continues to fuck me against the wall. The kiss is just as rough, just as desperate as the way he was fucking me. I moan and whimper as my orgasm ignites within me.

“Acid, fuck,” I pant, breaking free my mouth from him.

“Nash,” he growls. “When you cum, you call out my real name,” he orders.

My hooded eyes connect with his. He watches me, watching my every movement as my climax sears through my body. “Nash! Fuck, oh god!” I cry out. Acid finds his release almost immediately with mine, as if hearing his name on my lips is what tipped him over the edge. Keeping himself fully seated in me, he takes my mouth, kissing me softly and tenderly, the complete opposite compared to a moment ago. He breaks the kiss, keeping our eyes connected. I run my fingers delicately along his jaw, and both of us are silent, aware of something shifting between us.

I’m the first one to break the eye contact. I wriggle for him to put me down, and it’s then that I realise we didn’t use anything. “Er, I’m on birth control,” I state.

Acid pulls his jeans up but leaves them undone. He turns and locks the shop door before turning back around to face me. “I know,” he answers.

“Oh,” I reply. “I know we didn’t before. I just wanted to reassure you.” I shrug. “Um, can I ask, are you clean?” I point to his crotch area.

“I’ve only slept with you in over 6 months,” he states as he closes the distance between us. I’m not sure why that makes me happy, but it just does. “Go upstairs, remove all your clothes, but keep those boots on and lay on your bed. Have your legs spread and wait for me,” he orders, placing a soft peck on my lips.

“Do you not want me to clean up a bit first?” I ask.

“No,” is all he says. I turn and briskly walk up the path, pausing to unlock the door to the apartment. I strip off and lay on the bed completely naked, insure if I look attractive or more like a human starfish.

He walks into my bedroom, completely naked. My eyes can’t help but drop to his already impressively hard cock. He walks to my bedside table and opens it. “What are you looking for?” I ask.

“Your toy,” he answers.

“I don’t have any toys,” I answer honestly.

His lips twitch. “Star got all this furniture?” he asks. I nod, watching as he walks to the other bedside table. I haven’t put anything in there yet. He opens it and pulls out a brand new vibrator, shocking the hell out of me. He takes it out of the packet and switches it on. The loud vibration echoes in the room. Acid climbs onto the bed, kneeling beside me. “I’m going to fuck you with this while you suck my cock,” he orders. As if I have no control over my body, my legs widen and I open my mouth, ready for him. He edges the tip of his cock to my lips and my tongue instantly can’t help but have a taste. He lets out a deep groan and I turn my head more, taking him further inside my mouth.

I hear the vibrator, then I feel it on that sensitive nub. A loud moan comes from deep within my throat, vibrating through him as I keep sucking and swirling my tongue, taking as much as I can of him. He strokes my hair from my face and moans as he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful right now with your plum red lips around my cock,” he groans. My orgasm is already building, and the vibrations are almost too much to bear. My hips buck, and sensing I’m close, he begins thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. “You don’t get to cum yet. You cum when I say you can cum. I want you choking on my release when climax.” He groans. I suck him harder at that, wanting him to come completely undone by my mouth. “Fuck,” he pants. I try but can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm explodes, and a muffled scream tears through my throat, and that’s when I taste him, his hot release spilling down my throat. My hips buck as the vibrator still sends pleasure through me. Once I’ve swallowed every last drop he has to give me, I release him. He turns the vibrator off and places it on the bedside table. He reaches to the end of the bed and pulls a blanket over us, pulling me into him.

I sigh, feeling blissfully happy and sated. He places a kiss on the top on my head as I rest my head on his chest.

“So, Nash,” I say softly.

“Yeah?” he answers.

“I like it,” I tell him, smiling against his chest.

“I like hearing you scream it,” he retorts.

“Can I ask you something?” I pause, waiting for his answer.

“Anything,” he answers.

“What caused those marks on your back?” I ask.

His eyes darken as he looks away. “Those marks are my past, and that’s where they will stay. It was a dark time in my life. I got physical and emotional scars that run deep. So dark that I don’t want them touching you,” he answers honestly, and even though he hasn’t told me what happened, my heart still breaks at whatever it was that caused him those scars.

I decide to change the subject. “Another question. That night, and Scar leaving, and then this arrangement being made. What happened to get to this point?”

He doesn’t answer for a while, his fingers just lazily continuing to stroke through my hair until he breaks the silence. “Because I couldn’t share you like that, and because this was the only way I knew I could have you. Even if that meant having to share you,” he answers, his voice hoarse.

I lift my head and stare up at him with eyes wide. His usually vibrant blue eyes flash with vulnerability.

“I, I,” I stutter, not sure what to say.

He gives me a warm smile before tucking my hair back behind my ear. His hand lingers on my jaw. “I don’t expect anything from you. I’ve been fighting this from that night, ever since I tasted you on my tongue, ever since I watched you come apart by me. Something inside me changed. I tried to shut it down, and I tried to ignore it. Hell, even Spider and everyone else apparently saw it before I really did. I wasn’t going to say anything. I’m just going to continue this arrangement.

“What made you decide to tell me?” I ask, my voice soft.

“As soon as I saw you tonight, dressed like that, looking the way you did. Fuck Mama, you could bring me to my knees. I wanted to have tonight. I wanted to tell you how I feel.” He pauses. “But after tonight, I can’t go on. I can’t share you with Scar or with anyone else,” he confesses. “He came to the club after he saw you the other day. He didn’t say anything, but as he sat next to me at the bar, I smelled you on him. I smelled your perfume. It took everything in me not to hit him. I got up and left,” he confesses. “I want you and only you.”

Tears escape my eyes, and he reaches up and wipes them away with his thumb. “I don’t think I can give you what you want,” I answer, but as the words leave my mouth, they feel wrong. My heart hurts just saying it. Seeing the hurt and disappointment flash through his eyes, it feels like a knife to the chest. Fear still now prickles through me. Even though I trust him, even though this is different, the fear of being hurt, the fear of going through that again, of putting Oliver through that... I swallow, closing my eyes as more tears fall. He sits up and places a soft lingering kiss on my temple before he moves me off him and

gets up.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he hangs his head low. “It’s okay,” he sighs. “I’m going to go.” Standing, he walks out of the room. I hear him moving around in the apartment, putting his clothes back on. I sit up, clutching the blanket to my chest, feeling like I can’t breathe. Emotions swirl and build within me and the thought of losing him, of losing my best friend, the best friend I hadn’t realised I had fallen for, scares me.

I run my fingers through my hair. How could I have been so stupid, so blind to my own feelings? I hear the front door of the apartment shut behind him as he leaves. It’s like an electric shock, hearing him leave. I spring up from the bed in nothing but the blanket from the bed clutched to my chest. I swing open the front door and yell after him.

“Acid, wait!” I yell as I run down the stairs after him as fast as I can. I don’t hear the shop door open or close so I start to pour my heart out, hoping that he will hear me before he goes. “I’m sorry, I do want this. I want you. It’s just I was scared, terrified that—” My words die in my throat when I reach the bottom of the stairs and see Acid stood there with a gun held against his temple. I open my mouth, not sure if it’s to scream or yell for help.

“We wondered how long it would take for you to come and join us, although I did enjoy hearing your screams of pleasure. Maybe that’s something you can show me later,” the guy with the gun smiles. I grip the blanket tighter to my chest.

“You fucking touch her and I will—” Acid begins to threaten.

“Or you will what? I think you’re forgetting that I’m the one holding the fucking gun to your head,” he sneers. Acid’s jaw is set tight, his eyes on me, trying to reassure me. “Now that we are all here, maybe I should formally introduce myself. My name is Eugene.” Ice runs cold down my spine. “Now we are going on a little trip to my house, so follow me,” he says, gesturing to the door.

I look to my left and my right, looking for something, anything to use as a weapon.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” a deep voice growls from behind me. A hand roughly clasps the back of my neck and places a cold blade against my throat. My entire body freezes, and Acid’s eyes narrow and pure fury burns through them. “If the front looks as good as the back, you are in for one hell of a fun time,” the guy holding the blade to my neck says. He lets go of my neck and runs his hand over my bare ass cheek.

I flinch. “Get your hands off me,” I seethe.

Acid’s hands ball into fists at his side and Eugene’s eyes glint with excitement. “Behave yourself, Joel,” Eugene chastises. “Sorry for his lack of manners,” he apologises.

I don’t respond. With the blade still pressed against my neck, I don’t dare to move. They force us out of the tattoo studio and into a blacked out SUV. Two other guys suddenly appear to open the door for us, and we are both shoved into the same vehicle. I instantly reach for Acid, and he pulls me to him, his hands cupping my face, checking I’m not hurt.

“You do exactly what we are asked, no matter what you may see or hear. Do not try and fight for me, and do not try and get to me. You only worry about yourself and getting out for Oliver. The club will come, they will come, but until they do, you need to stay strong until then, understand?” he asks.

I nod as tears pool in my eyes. I lean forward and press my mouth to his, kissing him tenderly. Breaking the kiss, I lean my temple against his. “In case something happens, I need you to know I feel the same. That’s why I came running down the stairs after you. I didn’t say anything because I was afraid, because of before. I think I just shut down allowing myself to feel, but in that moment of hearing you leave, hearing that door close. I couldn’t let you go. I need you. I want you,” I say on a rushed breath. While Eugene and his men talk outside the car, Acid presses his mouth to mine, pouring all of his emotions and feeling for me in that kiss. He breaks the kiss and Acid’s gaze goes to outside, his eyes wide.

I turn and look as two men pour gas all over the front of the tattoo studio. Two more come out with empty canisters and then Eugene walks over and drops a single lit match. The fire roars to life, engulfing the entire building.

“No!” I scream. Acid grabs me, placing a hand over my mouth.

“You give them nothing. No emotion. You show them nothing,” he orders in my ear.

I nod as silent tears fall down my cheeks, watching as the first and only home we’ve ever loved is burnt to the ground.