Wild (Diamondback MC 2)

“Swear to God, if your woman has mine on a stripper pole while she’s recovering, there’ll be words.” I’m jokin’, and he knows it, but it’s still one of my worries, especially with the way Persephone was trying to suck the life out of my dick this morning in the shower. Goddamn, the way she got on her knees in front of me, licking my lower stomach, latching on to the head of my cock. I wouldn’t let her suck me off. Instead, I pulled her up off her feet, kissed her until we were both breathless, then reluctantly shut off the water and covered us with towels to prevent more from happening that would no doubt hurt her.

“Somethin’ tells me you’re full of shit too.” Razor grins but is already pulling out his phone.

“Yeah, yeah.” I walk away, pulling up the number to the landline at the clubhouse. We talked about closing it down since everyone has cell phones, but now I’m glad we didn’t because clearly, I wasn’t thinking about Persephone and her lack of communication while behind left behind.

“Diamondback,” Cannon answers the phone on the first ring.

“Yo, Persephone around?” I ask. He already knows nothing will be said over the phone and everyone will be in the loop once we’re back home.

“Yeah, hold on.” I hear the phone being put down, Persephone’s name being called, and then finally my woman’s voice is on the other end. “Hey.” It’s soft and breathless, making me second-guess staying away from her tonight.

“Babe, makin’ sure shit’s goin’ good your way and you ain’t doin’ too damn much.” The soft laugh she gives me lets me know she’s doing just fuckin’ fine.

“Cain, thank God you’re okay. And yes, I’m fine, learning all kinds of things. I can’t wait till your home,” she breathes out. Thankful as fuck she doesn’t say anything else.

“Yeah, me too, babe, me fuckin’ too. All goes well, we should be back tomorrow. Want you ready for me, yeah?” It might be too damn early, but I’m tired of waiting, and I know Persephone is too.

“Finally, you give in. It was the shower this morning, huh? Well, don’t worry. I’ll be ready and waiting. Stay safe, honey.”

“Fuck, yeah, it was. Be home soon.” We hang up, and then I walk back to my brothers, ready to get this shit hammered out.

Fourteen

Persephone

“Thanks for keeping me company today. I know you have more important things to do than hanging out with me,” I tell Raven, who’s been a wealth of knowledge on the way of life of Cain Abrahams, known as Shovel to everyone else besides me. Apparently, that’s how Razor is with her, which makes sense since they seem more like blood brothers instead of motorcycle brothers.

“Girl, I wasn’t doing anything today. We’re all kind of camped out here until things settle down. Plus, it’s nice to have another woman here permanently. I mean, one day, Ruger and Sadie will figure things out, but I think it will take some time to do that.” I was introduced to Sadie, but she scuttled back towards Ruger’s room once the men left and only came out for food and drinks. Otherwise, she and her daughter, Henley, stayed away. Which sucks because I would have loved to befriend her too.

“Something tells me a storm is brewing between them and we might get to watch it.” After the phone call from Cain, I’m looking forward to tomorrow, especially the promise he gave me. What I’m not looking forward to is not having him in bed with me tonight, and this only after having known Cain for a couple of days. I am seriously addicted to that man.

“Oh yeah, everyone sees it except them. Hey, since you’re not taking pain meds anymore, care for a real drink? I mean, the guys don’t have much besides the basics—beer, vodka, tequila, and whiskey.” She scrunches up her nose that there isn’t more, but something tells me Raven isn’t too picky when it comes to her choice of alcohol.

“I’ll take a shot of tequila and a beer as a chaser. I’m not afraid to admit I’m a wuss when it comes to needing something to drown the bite.” She grabs a beer from the cooler, a shot glass, and the tequila.

“Girl, even I need something to wash down a shot. Me and Jack Daniels are not friends after one too many, so I’ll do a shot of tequila with you. It’ll numb us to the fact that our men won’t be in our beds tonight.”

“Isn’t that the truth. Oh, and I want in on classes when it comes to stripping when this bum shoulder heals up.” I move it in a slight shrugging motion. I put it in the stupid sling today only because it was hurting, and there is no way pain pills were going to be my crutch.