Trusting Thorn (Miami Saints MC #5)

Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

Oakland

When we pull up to the house, I'm surprised to see Mila and Morgan playing in the front yard with Knox's old lady, G.

Noticing my confusion, Thorn squeezes my hand gently and says, “I called G on my way to pick you up and asked her to pick up the girls from school. I figured you might need some time to decompress.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Having people to pitch in and help out isn’t something I’m used to.

As soon as we step out of the truck, the girls come running. “Mommy!” Morgan cries as Mila shouts for her dad’s attention, “Daddy!”

I scoop Morgan up into my arms, hugging her tightly as Mila wraps herself around Thorn's legs.

“Hey, baby girl. Did you have a good day at school?" I ask, giggling when I hear Thorn asks Mila the same thing.

“Yes,” the girls answer in unison as G approaches, concern showing in her eyes. “Everything okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, just—” I nod down at the girls and widen my eyes, signaling it’s not something I want the girls to hear about. “Work stuff. And thank you for picking them up from school.”

G waves off my thanks. “Anytime, babe. That's what family's for.” She squeezes my arm before turning to the girls. “Alright, munchkins. Let's load up in Auntie G’s truck and go pick up the boys. They’ve been driving me crazy about wanting to go to the go-cart track. What do y’all think? Should we take them?”

Another wave of gratitude washes over me when the girls start bouncing on their toes and shouting how they want to ride go-carts too as they race off towards her Suburban.

Thorn wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close as we watch G and the girls climb in her truck and drive away. “Come on, baby. Let's get you inside.”

“Yeah,” I agree, following him into the house.

Once we're in the bedroom, Thorn kicks our door closed, sits me down on the bed, and kneels in front of me. I can see the concern on his face and it’s killing me. I feel like I’ve brought so much turmoil into his life.

“Talk to me, Oakland. What happened?”

I pull in a deep breath, steeling myself. “It’s Dr. Reynolds.” My eyes drop to my clasped hands on my lap, “He's been making me uncomfortable for a while now, but today was different. Today,” I shake my head, “he cornered me in the supply closet and the way he was looking at me,” I lift my head and lock eyes with his, “I could see how unhinged he was and then he tried to touch me, called me his love, said we’d be good together.”

Thorn drops his face into my lap, his head shaking back and forth. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Thorn, no,” I plead, cupping his face and lifting it up so I can look him in the eyes. “That's not the answer. I'm going to report him tomorrow.”

His eyes search mine for a long minute. “I need you to listen closely, Oakland. We’ll do this your way, but if this motherfucker persists after you make your complaint, I’m handling it my way.”

I lean forward, resting my forehead against his. “Okay.”

I don’t like it, but I know this is how things work in his world and I’m trying to respect that.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes boring into mine. “You’re mine, baby, and whether you realize it or not, that means something.”

My cheeks warm at his possessiveness. I know it goes against all things feminism, but belonging to Thorn makes me feel safe, and protected.

“I love you,” I whisper.

Thorn’s face finally relaxes, a small grin forming on his lips as he pulls me closer for a kiss.

When we finally break apart, both of us breathless, he rests his forehead against mine. “I love you too, baby. So, fucking much.”

I close my eyes as he captures my lips again, his tongue exploring my mouth.

My body starts to tingle in anticipation.

“Is this, okay?” Thorn murmurs against my lips.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “Don't stop.”

“Fuck,” he growls, slamming his lips back onto mine as his hands roam over my body possessively.

Ripping his lips from mine, he hooks his fingers under my shirt and tugs it over my head. Cool air hits my heated skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

I arch into his touch as Thorn's calloused hands skim over my bra-covered breasts.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he groans as he unclasps the front of my bra. “The effect you have on me?”

“No,” I breathe the words, arching my back as his thumbs graze over my nipples. “Show me.”

Thorn's mouth descends on my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as I let out a soft moan.

His hands cup my breasts, fingers rolling my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, heat building between my legs, my body aching for more of his touch.

“Lie back, baby,” Thorn whispers, guiding me down onto the bed.

“Please,” I beg when his hands slide down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist and hips before hooking into the waistband of my scrubs.

“Patience, baby,” he rasps as I lift my hips, allowing him to pull off my pants, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties.

His eyes darken with desire as he takes me in, his gaze lingering between my legs.

“You're so goddamn beautiful, Oakland,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers up my thighs. I shiver at his touch, my body anticipating his every move.

“Please, Thorn,” I beg again, desperate to feel his mouth on me.

Thorn's eyes jump to mine, and he smirks before leaning down to press soft kisses along the inside of my thighs, making a point to take his time.

I squirm beneath him, ready to scream if he doesn't give me more.

As if reading my mind, he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and finally pulls them off.

“Touch me,” I moan, making him chuckle.

Before I can beg him to put his hands on me, his mouth finds my center and his tongue dips between my folds.

“Shit,” I cry out, my hands fisting the sheets as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

“This pussy belongs to me,” he growls, flicking his tongue across my clit.

“Yes,” I pant, grabbing onto the back of his head to keep him where I need him most.

Thorn takes his time, exploring every inch of me with his tongue, his fingers slipping inside me to stroke and tease.

“Thorn,” I moan, my back arching when he slips another finger inside me.

He groans in response, the vibration sending another shockwave of pleasure through me.

My body coils tighter and tighter as he brings me closer to the edge.

Just as I'm about to tumble over, Thorn pulls back, leaving me panting and desperate for release. “No,” I cry out.

Ignoring my grief from the loss, he moves up my body, silencing me as his mouth takes mine in a passionate kiss.

I rip my mouth from his.

“I need you,” I whisper against his mouth, my hands fumbling with the buttons on his jeans.

Thorn lifts, helping me rid him of his clothes before settling between my legs where I feel his hard length pressing against me.

Thank the Gods.

I can’t wait another minute.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, and with his eyes locked onto mine, he swipes the head of his cock through my wetness and enters me slowly.

I gasp at the fullness when he begins to move, each thrust going deeper and deeper.

“God, you feel so good,” I moan as my pussy starts to flutter.

Realizing how close I am to coming, his control snaps.

His hips move faster, his thrusts coming harder and harder, and I lift my own, meeting him thrust for thrust as we chase our release.

With one final thrust, I cry out his name as my orgasm rips through me.

Thorn groans, his body shaking as he finds his own release, his cum spilling inside me.

We stay like that for long moments before Thorn falls onto his side, pulling me with him so my body's draped across his chest.

“I think—you—killed me,” I pant, feeling his chest vibrate beneath me.

His fingers brush a curl from my face, and I lift my eyes, seeing the wheels turning in his head.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask softly.

His eyes hold mine as he blows my mind. “Was thinking that real soon I'm gonna put my patch on your back, my ring on your finger, and my baby in your belly.” He says it like it's no big deal at all. It's just how it's gonna be.

And surprisingly, it doesn't scare me at all.

I know without a doubt I want what he's offering more than anything.

“Yeah?” I bite my lip, fighting a smile.

“Yeah,” he growls as he flips me onto my back and shows me how much he means every word.