Hook (Brutal Chains MC #1)

Chapter 13

Thirteen

Hook

How the hell did she convince me to bring her back here.

The minute I watched her tail lights leave the tow yard I was sure that I'd never see her again and as fucked up as it felt I knew it was for the best.

Yet the second she bats her eyelashes at me I folded like a deck of cards.

We didn't talk much on the drive back, I'm still pissed at her for looking me up but it's not like it was a secret. Anyone can go online nowadays and find out exactly what I was in prison for. The only problem is the media doesn't pain convicts in the best light. They didn't tell the part where the man in the car was beating his wife and kid while swerving all over the rode. They didn't talk about how she was scared out of her mind and begged me to help them get away. Didn't talk about the fact that the man swore he'd kill me if I didn't kill him. All the media was concerned about was making me out to be the bad guy because of my previous record.

I feel like I've spent so much of my life with a dark cloud that is my past mistakes hovering over head. When Bea ran out I figured she was just another person who couldn't stand the storm.

"Is it still okay for me to use the shower?" Bea asked as I opened the door to the office.

"Yeah, you need anything else?" I questioned.

"If you have any sweats or something else I can wear. I haven't been able to get to the wash yet." She looks sheepish, and part of me wants to tell her that she never has to be ashamed around me. I don't care what she's wearing or how she looks; she's the most beautiful girl in the world.

I gag hard and have to put a hand to my mouth to keep from vomiting. Did I really just think that?

What the hell was happening to me?

"I'll go get some. I'll put it in the bathroom before you get out." I say, disguising the fact that my sappy thoughts nearly caused me to throw up all over the place.

I don't know what it is about Bea that's got me going against everything I am, but I want this to stop pronto.

"Thanks, Hook." She reaches over and grabs my arm before I can walk away. "I'm sorry." I can see the remorse in her eyes, but I don't have anything nice to say in return, so I simply nod.

She pulls off her sweater and starts to undress as she walks into the bathroom. If I follow her, I wonder if I could get more of the treatment I got last night.

Shaking the thoughts away, I head out of the office and in the direction of the compound. Everyone is there with the bikes in the garage, and I'm sure they all have some questions for me. I don't stop to talk to any of them besides a distinct head nod as my greeting.

I go straight to my room and get the smallest set of sweats I have along with a T-shirt. It'll be way too big on Bea, but it's the best I can do right now until we can get her some clothes.

"Hook." Brick calls for me as I'm leaving my room.

I turn on my heel and go in his direction. Instead of waiting for me to get to him, he turns and walks toward church. I follow him inside but don't sit down.

"Did you miss the part when I told you not to get involved in whatever mess this woman’s got going on?" Brick goes in on me right away.

"No, Brick. I heard you loud and clear. Believe me, if I could get out of this shit, I would, but they're not leaving me much of a choice." I shrug my shoulders and wait for him to say whatever else he has to say.

"You know this is the same thing that happened last time. You're off trying to play hero, and you get yourself caught up. Don't let this woman bring you down. You know what's going to happen if you get pinched again." Brick tilts his head, and I have to bite back a curse. I don't want to disrespect him, but at the same time, I'm tired of hearing how I'm about to lose everything.

"I know, Brick, but I can't leave her on her own." My mind focuses on the fact that she's alone in the office right now, and a million and one messed-up scenarios flit through my mind in the few seconds of silence. "Actually, I want to request she has access to the clubhouse indefinitely." I ask Brick, and when his eyes open wide, I know the reason. People don't have access to the clubhouse unless they are patched in, prospects, or trusted members of the public—all of which is very, very few.

"You sure that's what you want? Do you understand what you're asking me? You don't know her very well." Brick shakes his head.

"I know her well enough."

"Let me get this straight. You tow this woman's car, she drags you into a shitstorm, and now you're telling me you're claiming her? She's going to be your ol' lady?"

I thought there'd be more hesitation, but there's none, "Yes, that's what I'm saying."

"I guess this changes things then. Congratulations." Brick smirks and puts his hand out for me. I grab hold of it, and he pulls me into a half-armed hug. I'd just told him that I was basically marrying this girl, and I don't have even the slightest bit of nervousness about that.

"She's free to come and go as she wishes. Her fight is our fight. I'll let the rest of the guys know what I know, but you're going to have to give us all the details before this shit gets out of hand." Brick nods once, and I nod back. I want to get back to Bea; I'll handle everything else later.

I walk out of church and walk right by everyone once again. "What the fuck, Hook? I'm starting to feel like you don't love us anymore," Pipe shouts at my back. I flip him the bird and hear the group laugh as I walk out the door and into the courtyard. There's a noticeable bounce to my step.

Why am I so damn excited? I've never wanted an ol' lady before. I always thought it was too much of a hassle to have some woman that I'd have to tell my business to and have to keep safe. I don't feel that way about Bea. She's making me want things I never thought were possible.

I get back to the office and can hear the shower still running. I quickly open the door to the bathroom, fighting against my urge to stare at her while she showers. Even she deserves a little privacy. I place a towel and the clothes I brought back for her on the side of the toilet and close the door as I walk out.

"Thank you," she calls out through the door. I walk over to the couch where she left her sweater and pick it up. When I do, a small box falls out of her pocket. It's pink and purple. At first, I think it's a box of tampons or some girly stuff like that, but when I look at the packaging and read what it says on it, I realize it's a Plan B pill.

She's taking precautions so she doesn't get pregnant. She's right.

We shouldn't be tempting fate with her getting pregnant right now.

I don't know her that well.

She's already left me once.

I go through at least fourteen reasons in my mind as to why I should just put the pills back in her pocket and pretend like I never saw them.

I keep coming up with reason after reason as I walk into the garage and to the barrel of oil I'm supposed to send off for recycling.

"Oops," I whisper to myself as I drop the small box into the dark liquid. I don't know what possesses me to do it, and if she really wants to take one of those pills, I'll drive her to the pharmacy so she can get another one. But I feel good with my decision to take away her way to not get pregnant. It's a bad idea, but it seems like all I've been making recently are bad ideas, and somehow I still managed to have Bea in my life.

"I look crazy," Bea complains as she tries once again to fix the too big shirt so it's tighter around her body.

"No one in here is going to care what you look like. You're clothed; that's all that matters."

"I look like a slob."

"You don't have to impress anyone."

"Not even you?" Bea looks up at me, and I stop her just before we walk into the clubhouse.

"You could be covered in transmission oil with dirt caked all over your body, and I'd still bend you over the closest surface to fuck the shit out of you." I let my words sink in and use my finger to close her slightly dropped jaw.

"You're so bad." She whispers as I turn back to the door, push it open and escort her in.

This time when I walk in, none of the guys are paying attention to me. They all stop whatever hobby they're doing to look up at Bea as she walks in.

"Hi, Bea," they all say in unison, which causes her to giggle and blush.

"Shut the fuck up," I bark back as I continue on my way to my room. I stop just at the door, suddenly hit with a wave of nerves.

This is the first time I've ever let a woman inside my personal space. Now she’s going to be staying here for the foreseeable future. I want her to like it. I want her to think of this as her home. I feel bad that I didn't have much time to get it nice for her, but I didn't think anything like this would ever happen to me. The room is set up just for when I sleep, not for my ol' lady.

"We can change things in here if you want," I say to her before I open the door.

"Okay." Bea nods and waits for me to open the door.

"Fuck it," I murmur as I push the door open and let her in.

There's nothing around—just a queen-sized bed, a dresser, a TV, and a closet. There aren't even any chairs in the room. It's absolutely bare.

"You've got a lot of space in here. More than it seems like from the outside."

"Well, I'm the VP, so my room is bigger than everyone else's except Brick's," I admit as she walks in and sits on my bed.

"VP? That sounds important," Bea says as she continues to let her gaze roam across the room.

"It can be taken away from me if I fuck up," I shrug.

I'm so focused on watching her face that I don't even realize how much time has gone by with me just standing by the door.

"So why didn't you bring me here?" she asks finally, and I walk over to the closet to show her the space for her to put her things.

"You're going to be staying here. I don't want you to have to keep sleeping on the couch in the office. The bed is more comfortable, and you have access to the shower and the TV if you get bored. Besides, it's safer."

"Am I your prisoner in here too?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I'd prefer if you stayed put until we get this shit with Lance under control, but you're not my prisoner. You can come and go as you please. Brick already gave the okay." I didn’t tell her about making her my ol' lady; she doesn't need to know that yet.

"Oh, how fun I can come and go as I please. Maybe I'll go say hi to some of the other guys in here." She smiles but I can't stop the anger that bubbles up inside of me. I don't want to share her just yet and I know if she goes out to talk to the rest of the guys they'll see what I see. They'll see how perfect this woman is.

They could take her away from me.

"No, you don't need to be fraternizing with anyone else. They don't have anything for you." I snap at her.

She focuses on me, her face in a slight frown while she gazes into my eyes. I watch as the smile slowly ticks up her face. I didn't do a very good job at hiding what I really felt.

"Hook, are you jealous?" She questions as she gets up from the bed and saunters over to me.

"Don't make me jealous." I state.

"How can I do that? You're a big strong man. I'm sure there's nothing I can make you do." Bea grabs hold of my shirt and tugs me until I'm standing by my bed before she pushes me down. "Isn't that right?"

I don't have an answer, any other day I'd have said she was right. No one can make me do anything I don't want to do but the longer I'm with Bea the more I realize that it takes very little effort for her to get me to do things I wouldn't normally do like get jealous of my brothers.

"You're mine, Bea." I grab hold of her but she simply peels my fingers off her wrist and winds my hand around her waist instead. She pushes me back so I'm laying down on the bed when she straddles me.

My mouth goes dry as she reaches down for the hem of her shirt and lifts the large fabric over her head displaying her breast to me. "And your mine." She smiles. She's the devil in disguise. She has to be. That's the only reason I can come up with for her being able to get such an intense reaction out of me.

My cock surges to life as she leans forward and starts peppering my face and neck with kisses. I do my best to keep my cool but the way she's grinding her hips onto me is driving me up a wall. "You're sore?" I ask. I know how hard I went the last time I took her.

"No." She whispers against the shell of my ear before she bites down on my earlobe.

My eyes roll back at the feel of her on top of me. Somewhere, I must have done something good in my life if I'm going to be able to have this woman again.

With all the pent-up frustration of knowing that she's too good for me and that there's possibly someone who intends to try to take her away from me, I flip her over onto the bed and yank my sweats down her legs. Just like the shirt I gave her to wear, she's not wearing anything underneath.

"I'm never going to get enough of you," I whisper as I quickly rush to get my pants off as well. This time, before I can lay forward on her, she tugs at my shirt.

"Take this off too. I want to see all of you." She looks up at me, waiting as I do as she asks. She hums appreciatively as she gets a glimpse of my naked body. The tattoos on my chest and arms are either from jail or to cover up a scar. I've never seen them as art or decoration on my body, just another way for me to hide. The way Bea looks at me makes it feel like every last scar is laid bare for her.

I relax when I watch her lick her lips and put her hands out for me. She sees me, and she still wants more.

I nearly fall on top of her before I hook my arm under one of her legs, lifting it up so I can spread her more for me.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" I ask as I grab hold of my shaft and rub my cockhead along her lips, getting both her and me wet for what's about to happen. I'm surprised when I find her already slippery and ready for me.

Will it always be like this? Will the need for each other stay so strong between us that it's always like this?

"Now, Hook. Now." Bea hooks her free leg around my waist and tries to tug me forward. I don't give much resistance as I line myself up and sink in as far as I can in this position.

A deep growl rolls around in my chest, and I let my eyes close. I want to savor this, memorize every single inch of her inner walls, but once again she doesn't give me the chance. My girl is needy, and she takes what she wants.

Her hips begin to roll, rocking up and down as she lifts her back slightly off the bed. She's fucking me from below.

"That's right, baby. Take it." I keep still as I watch her work her body, racing to get what's hers.

"Oh God, Hook." She cries as her breath comes faster and faster. She's close; I can tell, but I want to help her along. I drop my hand so my palm is placed against the tight pearl of nerves right at the top of her slit. Using the slippery cum that's already there, I slide my hand back and forth, pressing down just enough to cause some friction but not hard enough to hurt.

"Shit!" she squeaks, and her body instantly goes taut.

"No, you wanted this. Now you'll take it all." I use my other hand to yank her thigh closer to me and finally start to move my hips. I slide in and out of her, moving faster and faster, trying to keep pace with the way my hand is moving against her clit.

Bea sucks in a deep breath, and I have to fight to keep her body from locking down on me. I don't win. She comes so hard that I'm forced to stop as I watch her talk in tongues and scream in pleasure.

"Fuck yes," I growl once I'm able to start moving again.

Hard and fast. That's what I need right now, and that's what Bea allows me to have.

Usually, I'm a one-and-done kind of man, but even as I race toward my own release now, I can tell I'm never going to get enough of this woman.

She is my life now.