Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

RHEA

Acid has had two emergency operations to control the internal bleeding from the stab wounds. A broken leg, dislocated shoulder, 80 stitches to his face, 3 cracked ribs, and a hairline fracture to the back of his skull. Eight days I’ve been sat by his side refusing to move. Ghost and Star have been looking after Oliver for me, bringing him to the hospital after school every day. Lizzie from the diner has sent food up for me and the brothers have all took it in turns to visit and keep watch, much to the staff at the hospital’s dismay. I caught Happ, the prospect, a few times trying and failing to chat up a few nurses. They seemed drawn to Tiny, maybe it was his size, I don’t know, but poor Bambi didn’t get a look in.

“Mom, I got a B on my maths,” Oliver says cheerfully as he walks in, followed by Star.

I turn to face him and smile wide. “That’s amazing!” I praise.

“Can I tell Acid?” he asks, pointing to Acid who is laid there attached to machines.

“Sure, the doctors said talking to him is good,” I tell him before kissing the top of his head. Ever since Acid has been in hospital, Oliver hasn’t once protested when I hug or kiss him. I think it’s his way of comforting me.

I move to Star who is stood by the door. we watch on as Oliver tells Acid about his grade. “Any word on Scar?” I ask.

Star shakes her head no. I exhale a long breath. “We will get him out, I promise,” she assures.

I nod. I don’t doubt them. I’ve learned that they will do whatever it takes for the ones they care about. Their family. “Spider came by earlier,” I tell her.

“How is he?” Star asks.

I shrug. “I don’t think he’s been sleeping. Nova said he can’t get past the guilt he feels. He isn’t eating or sleeping.”

“See? This is why you need to wake you ass up!” Star yells to Acid.

Oliver just laughs at her and shakes his head like she’s insane. “Right, come on. Let’s go get a muffin and a soda and do your homework. Then you can come back down,” Star orders.

I pull her into a hug. “Thank you,” I whisper. Without hers and Ghost’s help, with Oliver, with all of it, I would be lost, and Oliver wouldn’t be handling this situation as well as he has.

Oliver practically skips out the door. “Will Ghost teach me how to shoot again later?”

My head snaps to Star, and she lets out a nervous laugh. “Boys,” she says, rolling her eyes as she closes the door.

I sigh and walk over to arrange the flowers in the vase, taking out the dead ones. “If you’re not careful, Olly will know how to shoot and it will turn him into a hired assassin if Ghost has his way,” Acid’s deep croaky voice states from behind me.

I whirl around, my eyes wide as Acid lays there, looking at me with a smile playing on his lips. I run across and throw myself at him.

“Ooh shit,” he protests.

I lean back. “Sorry,” I apologise. My eyes brim with tears as I take in his face, making sure he is awake and I’m not dreaming. His blue eyes, although dull, they have a light spark in them as they graze over my face. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

“I thought I would never see your beautiful face again,” he rasps.

I kiss his palm, a lone tear falling down my cheek. “I couldn’t live without you,” I tell him.

“Give me your mouth, Mama. Remind me what I’ve been missing.” His voice breaks and I press my mouth to his, kissing him gently and tenderly. I break the kiss, sniffing back my tears. “What is it?” he asks.

I close my eyes. “Don’t ever do that to me again. My heart can’t survive without you. My life does not exist without you.”

He places a brief kiss on my lips. “You’re stuck with me. I ain’t going nowhere, and as soon as I’m out of this fucking bed, you’re in mine,” he growls.

The doctor told him he had to stay and rest in hospital for 2 weeks. Acid lasted a week before he discharged himself. Even feeling the way he did, he tried everything for us to have sex. Much to his disappointment, I took the doctors’ advice, no matter how much I wanted it too.

It’s been 4 weeks since that horrific night. 4 weeks of Acid healing, and 4 weeks of tension throughout the club with them trying to think of strategies to get Scar back. There had been no parties. Acid wanted no celebration for when he came home, insisting that when Scar comes back, that will be the celebration. All of us felt the same. Each time we laughed or sat together, we all felt the emptiness of Scar not being here.

I would often find myself staring into space zoning out, overwhelming guilt consuming me. Scar had sacrificed himself for me and for his brothers. I should have seen his feelings. I should have looked harder. Then maybe I could have ended things, saved him the pain, saved him from whatever hell he’s in now. However, if he hadn’t have done that, Acid wouldn’t be here now.

A warm firm hand clasps the back of my neck before Acid’s mouth presses against my neck. He lets out a low hum. “What’s going through that mind of yours?” he asks softly. I turn to face him, His arms wrap around me, holding me close.

I rest my hands on his chest and shake my head. “Nothing, just daydreaming,” I lie.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he counters. “Now tell me the real reason,” he demands.

I’ve been so cautious about his feelings, not wanting to upset him, or for him to think I’m confused with my feelings, because I’m not. I give him a small smile. “I’m fine,” I try to assure him.

“Whatever it is, just tell me,” he insists.

I exhale. “Okay fine, but what I’m about to say doesn’t change how I feel about you.” I take in a deep breath. “I feel guilty. Guilty that Scar gave himself up for me, you, and the club. I should have stopped our thing before it even had a chance to begin. Then maybe I would have spared his feelings, and he wouldn’t be stuck in that hell now. I love you, so much, but my heart hurts for Scar. Truthfully, I love him too, but not in the way I feel about you,” I assure him.

I reluctantly look up into his eyes, worried that I’ve upset him. His rich blue eyes pour down at me with love. “I know you love him. I know that if I wasn’t here, if you had met him first, then it would have been you and him. I count my fucking lucky stars that it was me, and I will be thankful for every minute of every fucking day that you chose me.” He pauses for a moment. “Don’t feel guilty. He didn’t do this for you to feel like that. He did it because he wanted to see you happy. We will get him out of there and he will survive this. I promise you.” He lifts his right hand, his fingertips caressing my jaw. His eyes follow the movement, and my eyes flutter closed at his delicate touch. “You’ve been avoiding sleeping with me, not just because of doctors’ orders, but because you feel guilty,” he states. It’s not a question.

I nod yes, confirming his thoughts. He doesn’t say anything for a moment before he bends down and throws me over his shoulder. I let out a scream. “What are you doing?”

“I’m fucking the guilt out of you,” he says, smacking my behind,

He storms through the club, ignoring anyone that’s there. Thankfully Oliver is at school. He kicks open the bedroom door and storms inside, kicking it shut behind him. He drops me down on the bed and stands there, looming over me. He lifts his T-shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest. Fresh scars mark his body, as well as the ones on his cheeks. Regardless of those, he’s still beautiful.

“Get your clothes off,” he orders, heat burning through his eyes as his hands move down to his jeans. I do as he says and quickly remove my clothes until I’m laid completely naked before him. His eyes sweep appreciatively over my body before he walks to one of his draws. Opening it, he pulls out a pair of metal cuffs and strides back to me naked, his thick hard dick ready and waiting. “Hands above your head,” he orders. I do as he’s asked and watch as he climbs onto the bed beside my head. The head of his cock is just inches from my mouth. I lift my head and take him into my mouth. He threads the handcuffs through the bars of the bed and secures the handcuffs onto my wrists, looking down at me as he does. He pauses and wraps his hand around the base of his hard length. “You want my cock in your mouth?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Open your mouth,” he orders. His hooded eyes watch my every move.

I open my mouth as he presses the tip against my lips. I lick over the tip, my greedy tongue too desperate for a taste. A deep rumble comes from his chest as my lips wrap around him. I lift my head, wanting him deeper, but he pulls back, withdrawing from my mouth. A whimper escapes me.

“Not now. I will fuck your mouth later,” he threatens. It’s a threat I’m looking forward too. He moves down the bed to between my legs. “Spread your legs.” I quickly spread them, too eager for his touch. “Wider,” he orders. I spread them as wide as I can, and he groans in appreciation at my most intimate parts on display. He leans down, his mouth just hovering over my centre.

I writhe, feeling his hot breath teasing over me. “Please,” I beg, needing his touch, his tongue.

I’m rewarded in an instant. His tongue glides between my folds, swirling his tongue over the most sensitive part of me. He pauses, his tongue at my entrance. The anticipation of the pleasure I know he is withholding is almost too much. My hips buck, desperate for more. He grabs my hips tightly in his hands and thrusts his tongue inside me. I cry out as his mouth works with his tongue, devouring me like I’m his last meal.

I yank against the cuffs, wanting to run my fingers through his hair, to grip it at the roots as he relentlessly fucks me with his mouth. I can feel my climax already building. His mouth only works harder, and his tongue moves faster. My body moves against his tongue, chasing my release.

“Fuck, please,” I beg, needing something more to bring me over the edge. He moves his tongue from my centre and slides two fingers inside my soaking wet core. He curls them, hitting that perfect spot, then his mouth is on my clit, massaging me with his tongue, sucking my flesh. My orgasm erupts and pleasure explodes through me. “Yes! Yes, fuck!” I scream.

He moans between my legs, licking and sucking everything my body gives him. As my orgasm subsides, he removes his mouth and fingers, and I moan at the loss. He moves quickly and grabs my hips. He flips me onto my front, yanking my hips up in the air. The cuffs bite into my skin and his hands caress my cheeks, squeezing it tight. I can feel his thick muscular thighs against mine, keeping me spread wide. He presses the head of his cock at my entrance, and I quiver in anticipation. His hands grip my hips as he slams himself inside me.

I cry out at the sudden intrusion, the pleasure and pain of him filling me. My body stretches to accommodate him before he pulls nearly all the way out to slam back in.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good. So fucking tight,” he pants as he slams himself inside me over and over. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the headboard thumping loudly against the wall with each powerful thrust surrounds us. His fingers dig into the flesh of my cheeks as his drives into me, over and over again. My walls begin to tighten, and he lets out a moan as he feels it around his cock. “I could fuck you all day and fucking night. Feeling your pussy milking my cock,” he groans.

“Oh god,” I whimper as my legs begin to shake.

He pounds into me faster and harder. “Cum on my cock. let me feel your walls clamp around me,” he growls as he continues his exquisite assault on my body. Wy walls clamp around him as pleasure erupts from the base of my spine. Like lightening, it shoots through every nerve ending in my body.

“Nash!” I scream his name, so loudly that my voice becomes horse. My orgasm is still rippling through my body as he slams into me one last time, filling me.

“Fuck,” he groans. He moves slowly in and out of me and I feel his seed trickling down my thigh. Withdrawing himself, he moves his fingers through my seam, spreading his release over my clit. I shiver under his touch. “You’re mine, Rhea,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. His fingers slowly circle my clit, making me gasp. “Don’t feel guilty for how good we feel together. You were made to be mine,” he says as he continues to move his fingers. “And I’m going to keep fucking you with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock until you can take no more. With each touch, lick, or thrust, it will remind you that you are mine. You will always be mine,” he says, his voice rumbling in his chest.