Trusting Thorn (Miami Saints MC #5)

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

Thorn

The smell of coffee and bacon coming up the steps pulls me out of a deep sleep.

Who the hell is cooking in my kitchen?

The second the thought goes through my head, the events from yesterday come flooding back in.

Oakland.

Morgan.

Their trailer, vandalized.

“Fuck.” I blow out a breath as I lift up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I need to make sure she’s okay. Climbing to my feet, I grab a shirt and pull it over my head as I make my way down the stairs.

When hit the bottom step and move around the corner into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks at the sight that greets me.

Oakland is standing at the stove, hair pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun, still wearing the old t-shirt I gave her last night that barely skims the tops of her thighs, looking for all the world like this is exactly where she belongs.

"Mornin'," I rumble, my voice still sounding rough from sleep.

She looks over her shoulder, a soft smile lighting up her face. "Good morning. I made coffee,” She motions to the pot on the counter with the spatula in her hand. “I hope that’s okay.”

I nod, coming unstuck to grab me a cup. “You’re welcome to make coffee every morning, babe,” I smirk. “Where’s the girls?"

"Still asleep," she says, turning back to the stove. "I thought after everything that happened yesterday, I'd let them sleep in. Is that okay?”

With my steaming cup of coffee in hand, I lean against the counter and watch her move around my kitchen like she's done it a million times. The longer I watch her the surer I am that I should keep her.

I wonder how Mila would feel about that.

“Baby,” I say gently, getting her attention. “You can do whatever the fuck you want here. And this,” I motion to the spread of food she’s set out on the table. “You didn't have to do all this.”

She bites her lip, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I wanted to. It's the least I can do after everything you’re doing for us."

I set my coffee down and move closer. "Oakland—” I start, at the same time she jumps in and cuts me off, “What are we doing? I don’t know what you want from me. I’m not… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, the stampede of feet on the stairs puts all talks of what’s happening between us on the back burner.

"Daddy! Oakland! We’re hungry!” Mila shouts with Morgan quietly agreeing.

“We’ll finish this later,” I say, holding Oakland’s eyes as the girls come barreling into the kitchen.

"Wow!" Mila exclaims, her eyes wide as she takes in the spread of food. "Did you cook all of this, Oak?”

Oakland licks her lips before turning and smiling at my daughter. "Yep. Why don't you and Morgan grab some plates, and we can all sit down to eat?"

Without complaint, Mila shows Morgan where the silverware is, and together the girls set the table.

Once again, I’m rooted to the spot watching this domestic as fuck scene play out in my house and I have to admit, I don’t hate it.

"You okay?" Oakland asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Uh, yeah," I clear my throat, "I'm good.” Oakland watches me with a funny look on her face as I sit down across from Morgan. "Hungry?"

“Yeah,” she answers, a pink tint covering her cheeks.

“Well dig in, princess.” Morgan grins, showing off her missing teeth as she reaches for a strip of bacon.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“I don’t want Oakland and Morgan to leave.”

I hear Oakland gasp, and my eyes go to her. I can see the turmoil warring in her eyes. “Sweetie,” she starts but I cut her off.

“I’ll see what I can do about that, baby girl.”

“Yay!” Mila cheers.

Oakland’s eyes come to mine, and I see the shock.

I shrug, choosing to ignore it. It’s fast, I know, but it feels right. The last thing I want to do is scare her off, but I know what Mila is feeling; I feel it too.

"This is good," I say a few minutes later around a mouthful of pancakes.

Oakland's lip turns up at the corner. "Thanks."

Breakfast goes by in a blur as I listen to the girl talking back and forth about the fall festival their school is putting on in a few weeks. I’m just about to get up to help Oakland clear the table when the doorbell rings. Oakland looks at me and I shrug. I don’t have a clue who’d be stopping by this early.

“I’ll get it.” I push away from the table.

When I get to the door and open it, my sister and her partner are standing there with knowing looks on their faces.

"Surprise!" Kelly grins. "We thought we'd stop by."

"Hey, sis.” I pull Kelly into a hug and then turn to her partner. “Sara," I nod, stepping aside to let them in. “Who told you?”

“Does it matter?” Kelly sasses from behind me.

I guess not. My sister is thick as thieves with some of the old ladies, so it doesn’t surprise me they’ve been gossiping.

"Aunt Kelly! Aunt Sara!" Mila squeals when she sees who’s behind me. In a flash, she jumps up from her chair and rushes over to greet them.

Oakland looks up, her eyes as round as saucers. Quickly, she jumps to her feet and tugs at the hem of my tee. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry,” she rushes out, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “I didn't realize Thorn was expecting company.”

I clear my throat, trying not to laugh. “Baby, this is my sister Kelly and her wife Sara. Kelly, Sara, this is Oakland and her daughter Morgan.”

Kelly's eyebrows shoot up, her gaze darting between Oakland and me. “Baby, huh?” she says, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “I didn't realize my brother was dating again.”

Sara, shooting Kelly a frown, steps around her wife and offers Oakland a warm smile. “It's lovely to meet you, Oakland. And you too, Morgan.”

Oakland relaxes a bit, returning Sara's smile. "It's nice to meet you both as well. I'm sorry about..." she gestures to her lack of pants, "this. We had a bit of an unexpected sleepover last night."

"Don't worry about it," Kelly waves her hand dismissively, changing her tactic. "We're the ones who showed up unannounced. Although," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I'm beginning to think our timing couldn't have been better."

I shoot her a warning look, which she purposely ignores.

“So," Sara says, clapping her hands together. “With it being a three day weekend, we were hoping to have a girls’ movie night.”

Mila gasps, her eyes light up before she starts bouncing on her toes. "Can me and Morgan go, Daddy?"

I glance at Oakland. “It’s fine with me if it’s okay with her mom.”

“I don't know. Morgan doesn't have any clothes here."

“She can wear some of mine,” Mila rushes out helpfully.

“We'd really love for her to join us. We do this every year with Mila and it's a lot of fun.”

"Please, Mommy!” Morgan begs softly, her hands clasped together in front of her.

Oakland bites her lip, thinking it over then looks back at Sara. “Are you sure?”

“We're positive,” Kelly adds, wrapping her arm around Sara's shoulders.

"Yay!" both girls cheer before taking off up the stairs.

"I'm gonna go help them," Oakland says as she glances down at her bare legs again.

The second Oakland is out of earshot, Kelly grabs ahold of my arm and pulls me into the laundry room. "I need to talk to you for a second.”

“This outta be good,” I grumble. The last thing I want to do is hash out what’s going on with me and Oakland. For fuck’s sake. I don’t even know what’s going on yet.

"Okay, spill," Kelly demands. "What's going on here?"

I run a hand through my hair, sighing. "It's complicated, Kel."

"Complicated how? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you've got a beautiful woman wearing your shirt in your kitchen, cooking breakfast for you and my niece.”

I blow out a breath and give her enough to get her off my ass. “Oakland's trailer was vandalized yesterday. I offered to let her and Morgan stay here until we figure out who did it."

Kelly's expression softens. "That's awful. Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Just shaken up as you can imagine."

"So, you're just being a good Samaritan?" Kelly asks, her tone flat. She knows that's a bunch of shit just as much as I do.

I hesitate, and she pounces on my silence. "I knew it! You like her, don't you?"

"Kelly," I warn, but she's not deterred.

"No, listen to me, Thorn. She seems sweet, and Morgan is adorable. And the way you look at her..." She trails off, shaking her head. "I haven't seen you look at anyone like that before."

Before I can come up with a reply, Oakland pokes her head into the laundry room. "Sorry to interrupt, but is it okay if Morgan borrows one of Mila's nightgowns?"

"Yeah, baby. Grab whatever she needs." Kelly shoots me a look that clearly says this conversation isn’t over as she steps around Oakland.

Great.

Just what I need.

My sister playing matchmaker.

"Now what?" Oakland asks, following me back inside after the girls have gone.

"Now..." I drag out as I close the door. "I've got you all to myself."

I slowly turn around and catch the deer in headlights look in Oakland's eyes and something inside me snaps.

Before I can think better of it, I've got her pinned against the wall and my mouth is crashing down on hers.

Her tongue wars with mine in a heated kiss as my hands roam her body, finally getting to feel the curves I've been dying to touch.

Oakland rips her mouth from mine, her breathing labored. "Thorn," she whimpers. "Please."

"Shit," I hiss, slipping my hand inside her panties and finding her soaked.

Oakland's hips buck against my hand. "Tell me what you want," I growl.

"You," her hips jerk again. "Please, Thorn."

My chest rumbles as I lift her off her feet, her legs wrappings around my waist and her arms circling my neck.

"You want this dick, baby,” I ask, carrying her to my bedroom and kicking the door closed before dropping her onto my bed.

"Yes," she whispers, watching me with her teeth sunk into her plump bottom lip and cheeks flushed as I shrug off my shirt.

Her eyes darken as she lifts up onto her knees, and rips off my t-shirt that she’s been wearing.

"Baby," I breathe.

Having her here, on her knees in the middle of my bed, in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties.

Damn.

“Once I have you, Oak," I growl, hurrying to unbuckle my belt. "There's no going back. If you let me fuck you, you're mine. You need to understand that," I tell her as I rip my jeans down my legs.

"Okay," she answers, falling onto her back and spreading her legs as she watches me stroke my cock.

"You're so fucking sexy," I groan, putting a knee on the bed and settling between her open legs.

“Fuck,” I hiss, the heat from her pussy almost enough to make me cum.

There’s no way I can wait any longer to have her. Leaning forward, I capture her mouth in another searing kiss as I drag the head of my cock through her wetness, coating myself in her juices. "I can't wait any longer," I growl against her lips. "I have to fuck you now."

"Yes," she gasps, as I surge inside her.

"God damn, baby. You feel so fucking good," I groan, going perfectly still.

Oakland starts to wiggle, and I groan even louder. "Give me a second, baby."

Digging deep for a shred of control, I slowly start to move.

"You're mine, Oak. This pussy's mine," I groan, thrusting harder.

Eyes fluttering closed, her head goes back as she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.

"That's it, baby. Squeeze my cock."

"Oh God," she cries out, her nails digging into my back. The burn urges me on, and I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, faster.

My eyes move from her tits that bounce with each thrust, to her pussy stretched obscenely around my tunneling cock, then finally land on her nipples that are begging for my mouth.

"Who do you belong to?" I need to hear her say it.

"You, I belong to you."

"Fucking right you do," I lean down, capturing a nipple between my teeth, and she cries out, her pussy clenching even tighter around me.

"Thorn," she gasps, her eyes meeting mine. "I'm so close."

I grunt, feeling the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. Reaching between us, I find her clit and circle the hardened bud with my thumb.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as her hips lift to meet mine.

"Cum, baby. Come with me.”

Like a good girl, she calls out my name as her pussy contracts, milking my cock.

I thrust into her once, twice, and again, before finally I pull out and stroke my cock until my cum is covering her belly.

Completely sated, I collapse on top of her.

"You okay?" I pant when she buries her face in the crook of my neck.

"Perfect," she says, wrapping her arms around my back as we both labor to catch our breaths.

Worried I’m going to crush her, I slip my arms under her back and roll. With her settled across my chest I glance down and find her looking up at me with sleepy eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, dipping my head to press a soft kiss on her lips. "Now what?" she giggles, when I pull away.

Slipping my hand down her back, I grab a handful of her ass. "Now you let me catch my breath and we'll go again."

And then once more in the shower after that.